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Dean instantly uncrossed his arms and moved away from his formerly comfortable position leaning against the peacock themed wallpaper. Meg's mouth remained in the shape of a small O. Her delicate pale fingers clung desperately on the soft fabric of Castiel's suit jacket. Castiel's eyes were still locked with Dean's forest green orbs. He gave a small nod to him before looking down to Meg. He gingerly wiped her tears with his right thumb. "Please allow me to explain," the future viscount stated before sitting Meg on the couch.

Castiel held his hand out to Dean, who walked slowly towards him with a look of baffled confusion decorating his gorgeous features. Dean nervously licked his dry lips. He slipped his hand into Castiel's, who fervently held on to it. Cas' thumb circled softly against Dean's wrist. He felt his lover's erratic pulse.

"By Meg and me marrying we can kill two birds with one stone." Castiel glanced down at Meg, who started chewing on her lower lip incessantly.

Dean scratched the back of his neck. "Cas, I'm more confused than a bear learning to play poker."

"I must agree with his grace's imaginative analogy, Castiel." Meg sobbed.

"Easy my darlings, by me marrying Meg, Alistair will not lay his creepy fingers on her and she may remain seeing Ruby on the sly." Castiel turned to face Dean. He smirked as he kissed the tip of the duke's nose. "And you and I my love will remain together behind closed doors." Cas closed his eyes for a few seconds and breathed deeply. "You will have to find a bride after you come out of mourning, too. The fortunate lady must provide you with an heir."

Dean held on tighter to Castiel's hand. "So this means you and Meg will have sexual relations." The duke didn't like the thought of Cas being in bed with anyone else besides him. Dean had come to the conclusion he was extremely possessive over Cas. He hated even seeing him exchange playful banter with Captain Harkness, who was incorrigible flirt.

"Well yes but that does not have to occur in the early stage of our marriage. We can work on procuring an heir perhaps in one or two years."

Meg rose from the settee. "I cannot believe I am about to say this but yes, I will be honored to be your wife, Castiel Milton."

Castiel smiled widely. Dean loved his gummy smile. So it was really going to happen. Meg was going to become Cas' future viscountess. Eventually, Dean had to become accustomed to the fact the couple had to become intimate in order to continue the Miltons' viscount legacy. Cas swiftly saw the look of doubt and insecurity in Dean's beautiful orbs.

"How do you think I feel whenever I think about you needing to go on a bride hunt to find your future duchess? It kills me knowing you will have carnal relations with some faceless woman."

"Damn it, why does life have to be so fucking complicated?!" Dean released his hold on Cas' hand and paced the room. He realized he cursed in front of a lady. "My apologies, Meg"

Meg winked at him. Castiel grabbed the petite brunette's gloved hand. "I need you to go home. First thing tomorrow morning I will pay your father a visit to ask for your hand. I promise everything will be fine. You will not marry Alistair." He held on gently to her arms.

She grinned genuinely for the first time that evening. Meg rose on tiptoes and kissed Cas lightly on the lips. "Thank you so much, Castiel. You truly are my best friend." She turned to Dean and kissed his cheek. "Do not worry, I will take good care of him."

Dean nodded and didn't utter a word. Meg continued, "He will always be yours silly. I love Ruby and Castiel is over the moon for you. Now give me one of your debonair smiles, your grace." She twirked his nose playfully causing Dean to finally smile a little.

The duke liked Lady Meg and didn't blame her for the Shakespearean comedy of errors they were all embroiled in. "You are right Lady Meg. No woman should be subjected to marry a cold hearted snake like Alistair. I am happy for you." He turned to Castiel. "Congratulations to the both of you."

Meg joined Dean, Castiel and the Captain for a light supper. Afterwards, Harkness accompanied her and her personal maid to their carriage. The Captain had not been intimate with anyone since before leaving for the last excavation trip; so a visit to his favorite brothel was in order.

Castiel needed to sort out a few things for tomorrow's exhibition. He remained in the study while Dean went upstairs to their shared chamber. Cas removed a bust of Nefertiti in order to gain access to a hidden safe. He remembered the combination and soon the safe's door was opened. Castiel's long elegant fingers ransacked the contents until he found what he was searching for. The first item was a small velvet ring box. He pried it open and an engagement ring made up of diamonds with a square cut lapis lazuli stone in the middle shined before his very eyes. Cas closed the small box and pocketed it in his suit jacket. He would take the ring with him tomorrow morning to ask for Meg's hand in marriage.

The blue eyed man smiled, when his fingers felt a small red velvet pouch. He found the main item he had been searching for. He placed it inside his other jacket pocket before closing the safe. Castiel glanced at the six foot tall grandfather clock. It was already one hour after midnight. Cas took two steps at a time on his way up the marble stairs. He nervously felt the content of the velvet pouch. Castiel hoped Dean was still awake by the time he reached their bedroom.

He silently opened the main door. No servants stirred in the darkness. Cas instructed the small staff to go to bed early. Some light was provided by a sole lit lamp on a mahogany desk. Castiel quickly gazed at the massive canopied bed. Dean was curled up in a fetal position. Castiel undressed and remembered to fetch the velvet pouch. He quietly got on the bed and spooned behind Dean. Castiel peppered kisses on Dean's shoulder while slipping his arms around his torso.

Dean whimpered Cas' name in his sleep. His hands instinctively held on to Cas'. Castiel was startled to feel something cold being held in one of Dean's hands. He took the metal item and moved it towards the light offered by the lamp. He gasped. It was the pocket watch he bestowed Dean before he returned to America. Cas' eyes became watery. Warmth curled deep within him knowing Dean kept it after all this time.

"Wake up, my sun." Castiel nipped the juncture between Dean's shoulder and neck. He felt the duke's body become tense.

"Cas?"

"Yes, Dean. I need you to wake up for a moment. I need to give you something and then I promise to let you sleep until noon at least." He nipped Dean's shoulder one last time.

Dean turned around. Their foreheads touched. They stared into each other's eyes for several minutes. "I want to give you something. I know you hate frilly moments but I had something made for you during my last trip."

"Cas, you shouldn't have." Dean sat up. Castiel soon followed. He became shy all of a sudden, as he handed Dean the velvet pouch.

"Why don't we move to the window so you can take a better look?" The two men vacated the bed. Castiel tied the curtains with a rope. Now the full moon provided enough illumination where the duo stood.

Dean opened the small sash of the pouch and his fingers fumbled inside. He removed a delicate bronze chain. Dean held it up and fought tears. A pendant shaped like a sun hung in the center. Castiel coughed nervously. "There is an inscription in the back."

The duke turned the pendant around. Dean's right forefinger traced the word 'myr'. He assumed it was an Egyptian word. Dean swallowed hard. "What does it mean?"

Castiel inched closer to him and tenderly caressed his jaw. "Beloved"

Dean kissed him tenderly. His thick lashes were spiked with tears. "I originally planned to give you this after we made love for the first time but after today's unplanned happenings, I could not wait. Dean, you are and will always be my beloved...never forget that. As long as I have my sun with me, I will be happy."

"Put it on," Dean said as he turned around. Castiel clasped the chain closed. He pressed kisses all over Dean's broad freckled shoulders. "I promise to never remove it." Dean leaned backwards.

Castiel led Dean to their bed. The couple kissed fervently. Their hands ran hungrily all over their bodies. Cas knew Dean was still not ready to go all the way. So he kissed his lover slowly and tenderly. The two men fell asleep holding each other.

The following morning, Castiel woke up at seven. Joshua prepared a bath for him and shaved his master. The butler set out the young man's clothes. He was informed by Castiel that his destination that morning was the Masters' residence. The archaeologist was finally going to ask for Lady Meg's hand in marriage. Joshua shook his head. He was no fool and knew exactly why the young couple planned on marrying.

Castiel approved of the suit Joshua chose for him. It was dark blue with a white shirt and matching waistcoat. A black pin was placed on his white cravat. White gloves covered his sweaty hands. Joshua put a top hat on Cas' pomaded dark hair. "I look like a respectable peer." Castiel rolled his eyes at his own reflection. He walked towards the bed where a slumbering Dean remained. He kissed the top of his head before grabbing the stylish walking cane Joshua handed to him.

"Good luck, sir," the butler told his employer before the young man strolled out the town house's front door. Castiel smiled and tipped his hat at the old man.

Cas opted to drive his own curricle to the Masters' manor. He handed the reins to a red haired freckled face boy of about sixteen. Castiel remembered the lad's name. "Thank you, Eric." He tossed a gold coin to the boy, who greedily snatched it in mid-air. Cas rapped on the front door with his cane.

A sour faced butler, who reminded him of Zachariah, opened the door. "Lord Milton, the Masters are having breakfast as we speak." He gestured for Castiel to enter.

"Good morning, Giles. No worries, I shall wait for Lord Azazel in the drawing room. I have something of great import to speak to him about." He gave the butler his hat and grey greatcoat.

The butler handed the items to a maid. He motioned for Castiel to follow him into the drawing room which was Ancient Greece themed. "I shall have a servant bring you tea, my lord."

"Thank you, Giles." Castiel walked around the chamber. He stopped in front of an oil painting of an eighteen year old Meg. She wore a white Grecian gown with her curly hair picked up in a messy bun. Her pale dainty feet peeked from under the grown. Her hands were planted on a white column.

"At least our children will be handsome," Castiel murmured to himself.

Someone clearing their voice startled the dark haired man. He turned around to see a maid roll a small cart inside the drawing room. Lord Azazel followed the servant inside. "Milton, what possessed you to pay me a visit so early in the day?"

"Pardon me, my lord but it is of utmost importance. I could no longer contain myself." Castiel offered the older man a hand. Azazel briefly shook it. Cas knew the bastard was not thrilled over his only daughter's relationship with the Camel.

Azazel motioned for Castiel to sit on a backless sofa. He waited for the maid to finish pouring the tea in two cups before excusing the girl. She handed a cup to Castiel and then to her master. She curtsied before exiting the drawing room.

"Alright let us get to the point. Why are you here?" Azazel's unnatural yellow eyes bored into Castiel. Since the first time he met the lord, his eyes scared the living daylight out of Cas.

The younger man guzzled down all of his sweet honey tea before speaking. "Well sir you know I have courted your beautiful daughter for quite some time now."

Azazel cackled. Castiel gawked at the man. "So you have finally decided to take pity on the girl. She's been on the shelf for a long time and I blame your irresponsible and rakish ways for it."

Cas cleared his throat. He knew the yellow eyed devil was not going to make things easy for him. "I know but I am 100% sure that Lady Meg is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." Castiel swallowed hard. He could run away and join the Royal Shakespeare Academy at the rate he was going.

"My daughter has received another offer of marriage. It would be a great match for her." Azazel eyed Castiel up and down like he was a prized stallion at auction.

"Sir, if you grant me her hand in marriage you may keep her dowry. I have been fortunate with my work and my father gives me a handsome annual allowance of 10,000 pounds. Lady Meg will continue living in the lifestyle she has been accustomed to."

At the mention of Meg's dowry remaining with him, Lord Azazel's eyes became lighter. "Your intentions are serious then, Milton."

"Yes, sir; I love your daughter and promise to take good care of her for the rest of our lives." Castiel's neck and chest were burning hot. He adjusted his collar.

"Will you excuse me please," Azazel said.

Less than five minutes later he returned with Meg in tow. Castiel rose from the sofa. He smiled at his friend. Meg approached him. Cas held her hand and kissed it. "You look prettier than a rose today, my love."

Meg bowed her head down and made herself blush. Castiel smirked. She was destined for the theatre, as well. Meg did look lovely wearing a primrose day gown with high collar, long skirt with an attached train. Her hair was pinned up in a braided crowd. "Thank you, my lord."

Azazel spoke. "Meg, Milton here has come to ask for your hand in marriage. Since there is another suitor for your hand; I am leaving the decision up to you."

Meg's cinnamon eyes widened in surprise at what her father said. "You mean it? I can chose who I want to marry?"

Azazel nodded. Castiel dropped on one knee on the Aubusson carpet. He plied the small velvet box from his jacket and opened it in front of Meg. A small gasp was emitted from the brunette's lips. "Oh my God, Castiel that is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen!"

"It has been in the Milton family for two generations. So what do you say, Meg Masters. Will you marry me?" Cas winked at her, when Azazel wasn't looking.

"Yes!" Castiel rose and placed the shiny band over Meg's left ring finger. He kissed her hand once more.

Meg rushed over to her father and hugged him. He kissed the top of her head. "Finally, I will be rid of you. I thought you were never going to marry. I was beginning to think you preferred the company of women with all the time you spend attached to Lady Ruby's hip."

"I assure you sir; your daughter has eyes only for me." Castiel said as he walked over to his fiancée. "May I take Meg with me for a drive in Hyde Park? That way she can tell her acquaintances about our upcoming nuptials."

"That is a splendid idea, as long as you take your personal maid with you, my dear." Meg kissed her father's cheek. "When you return her home in two hours, we will sit down to discuss the wedding date."

The young couple nodded enthusiastically before leaving the drawing room. Meg appeared ten minutes later with her maid. The newly engaged woman donned a broad brimmed hat with a primrose ribbon on it. Fifteen minutes later, the trio rode through a heavily congested Hyde Park. It was close to eleven in the morning which was the best time to be seen by aristocrats. Both Meg and Castiel were not popular in the least but this was the best setting to show the snobs they were newly engaged.

Meg purposely waggled her fingers outside of the curricle's passenger door. She knew the sparkly ring would capture an eye or two. Two riders approached them. Gabriel and Balthazar tipped their hats to the two women.

"What brings you to the park at this ungodly hour? We were on our way to your residence, old chap?" Balthazar asked.

"Actually you are the first two to know that I proposed to Lady Meg and she accepted this morning." Meg wiggled her ring finger at the two gents.

Gabriel's mischievous golden eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. "Hold me, Balthy! I am about to faint. Is the world coming to an end? My cousin, the man, who could not keep his snake within his trousers, is finally going to be leg shackled?"

Castiel rolled his eyes at Gabe's theatrics. He gritted his teeth. "Yes, cousin; Lady Meg is finally going to make an honest man out me." They started to attract a crowd.

All of a sudden, a curricle stopped next to theirs. Balthazar and Gabriel had to maneuver their horses to the side in order to prevent an accident.

"The frog and the reptile, I should have known," Gabriel said.

Alistair's cold eyes landed on Meg. "My dear girl, why are you in such unsavory company?"

Castiel was about to tell Alistair to put a sock in it, when Gabriel, the Mouth of the Thames blabbered out, "Cassie and Lady Meg are engaged!" Now the entire park knew of their upcoming nuptials for sure. Meg's maid watched the proceedings with fascination.

"Is this true, Lady Meg?" Alistair asked incredulously.

"You should not be surprised, my lord. Lord Milton has courted me for years now. We love each other and it is only natural for us to be married. Aren't you going to congratulate us?" She batted her eyelashes innocently at him.

"Maybe I should have a round with Lady Masters before your wedding night. It is only fair after you robbed my wife of her virginity!" Crowley bellowed.

"I apologized profusely for that," Castiel stated. "First chance I get I shall apologize to Lady Lilith in person. Are you attending the exhibition this evening?"

"Yes, but the only reason we are attending is because the Queen and Lilith are third cousins. Plus, I heard the Cowboy is being presented to the royals. I would not miss it for the world. He is going to make a jack ass out of himself."

Castiel wanted to punch Crowley. Meg covered his arm with one of her hands. "We must go, my love. Father wants to set the wedding date today." She gave the two cretins a fake smile. "Good day, gentlemen."

Castiel bade farewell to Gabe and Balthazar before pulling the curricle's reins. "God, I forgot to tell Dean the king requested his presence at the exhibit. He is going to kill me."

Cas arrived at his town house a quarter after three in the afternoon. He had ample time to prepare for the exhibit. Joshua warned him the duke was in a foul mood, as he removed Castiel's coat and jacket. Cas rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "Where is he?"

His grace went for a ride earlier this morning and has not returned. "What?!" Castiel started to panic. Maybe Dean got lost. London was a huge city.

The door opened. Castiel immediately turned thinking it was Dean. To his disappointment Harkness appeared. The Captain grinned at his friend nervously. "Osiris, can we talk in private?"

"Oh no, John what have you done?" Castiel led his friend to the study.

John played with a silver letter opener. He procured it before Castiel slit his neck with it. "Uhm, you see I let it slip to his grace about the king wanting to meet him tonight."

"You did what?!" Castiel fisted his hands at his sides.

"I am so sorry. I thought you told him last night!" John plopped himself on a wingback chair.

"I did not get an opportunity." Castiel rubbed his hands over his face. He went on to tell John about everything which transpired last evening.

The Captain whistled. "This is like an epic Shakespearean comedy of errors."

"That is exactly what I said!" Castiel paced the carpet. "Where the bloody hell could Dean be?"

The door opened and Dean entered the study. "Here I am." He held his favorite Stetson hat in his hands.

"Dean, where have you been? Did you get lost?" Castiel approached his lover.

"I was more livid than a bear being forced to learn how to tap dance, when Harkness here told me about the king's request."

John laughed at the analogy. "If you will excuse me I am going to take a nap. Need to be fresh for the ladies tonight." He winked at Cas and Dean before shutting the door.

"When the hell did you plan on telling me, Cas? I'm not ready to meet royalty!" Dean leaned against one of the corners of the desk.

Castiel held his hands. "You will be fine. The king and queen will love you. You will have them eating out of the palm of your hands. Who wouldn't like you with your gorgeous looks and charming personality? You will be in their presence the most five minutes. I promise. And do not forget I will be with you every step of the way."

"You promise?" Dean asked.

"Yes, my sun." He kissed both of Dean's hands.

Dean nibbled his lower lip. "So did you pop the question?"

Castiel nodded. "I thought Lord Azazel was going to give me a harder time but I guess once I told him I did not require Meg's dowry, he acquiesced. The man is a greedy bastard."

"Did y'all set a date then?" Dean frowned.

"We're to be married at St. Paul's Cathedral in six months. Lord Azazel wanted the ceremony to be held in three months but I was able to convince him to wait three more months." Castiel sat on a settee. Dean joined him by straddling him. He kissed Cas longingly.

"That means I have you all to myself for the next six months." Dean sucked on Cas' swollen lower lip.

"Will you accompany me to Bath? I need to tell my parents in person about the engagement." Cas traced the shell of one of Dean's ears with his thumb. Dean nodded. "Good, we'll leave next week."

Dean was glad he barely ate that day. He was feeling nauseous and was dreading throwing up all over the king and queen. Captain Harkness tried to ease his nerves. "They are human like us. The king puts his trousers on one leg at a time." He winked at Dean, who weakly smiled at him. The duke felt Castiel plant a hand on his back.

Dean was pale as a royal butler opened the door to Windsor Castle's Crimson drawing room. This was the chamber used by King Edward and Queen Alexandra to greet important guests. Since he was a duke, Dean preceded Castiel and the Captain during the long walk down the red carpet which led to where the royals sat. Dean gulped hard as he gazed upwards towards the gold ceiling. A behemoth chandelier lit the way in the center of the gargantuan and opulent chamber. The walk seemed to take an eternity. As the trio approached the royals, Dean heard Alistair and Crowley cackle. He rolled his eyes at the vile reptiles.

The three men finally arrived to their destination. Queen Alexandra smiled genuinely at them. The trio bowed and waited to be spoken to. King Edward rose from a throne like chair. "Ah England's two biggest heroes and the American duke...we are honored."

The trio faced the royals. "As are we, your majesty," Castiel stated.

"How are you assimilating to England, your grace?" Queen Alexandra inquired.

Dean took a deep breath. "I reckon it will be a while for me to adapt to British ways." The duke inwardly cursed. His Texan twang was more nasal than ever.

Alistair and Crowley shared a look. They had been looking forward to this all day. The Cowboy was already making himself look like a clown in front of the royals. They grinned at Dean's humiliation.

"I really love the museums and have taken a liking to the tarts served with afternoon tea," Dean said.

"I am particularly fond of blueberry tarts. What are your favorite, your grace?" the queen asked. She was doing a marvelous job putting the frazzled duke at ease.

"I reckon I don't discriminate any flavors."

The king laughed heartily. "A man with a hearty appetite!" King Edward patted his own round middle.

Dean nervously handed a large hat box to King Edward. The king took it and opened it. He smiled, when he retrieved a black Stetson hat from it.

"Is this a genuine cowboy hat?" The royal asked sounding like an eager child after receiving a new toy.

Dean nodded. King Edward rapidly placed the hat over his head. "Am I a bona fide cowboy now, your grace?"

"I reckon you are your highness."

"Thank you very much."

"He will want to sleep wearing it this evening," Queen Alexandra told Dean.

Three minutes later, Dean found himself escorting the queen in the rose garden. The king remained behind speaking with Castiel and Harkness about their last excavation trip. Crowley and Alistair practically growled, when Dean and the queen strolled by them. Dean discreetly stuck his tongue out at the evil duo.

Dinner was a lavish affair. Due to his rank, Dean sat close to the royals. He drank turtle soup for the first time and took an instant liking to it. Castiel watched him fondly from down the table. Since he wasn't a viscount yet, Cas had to sit away from the titled lords. The Captain whispered in his ear, "The queen was melted butter as soon as her eyes landed on the cowboy." Castiel felt pride for Dean.

Lady Lilith spent the entire meal sneaking peeks at Castiel, who profusely apologized to her for what he did to her before the meal. She whispered in his ear, there was no need to apologize. It was the most memorable night of her young life. Crowley caught his wife staring at the Camel and quietly chastised her.

The exhibit was unveiled an hour later. Castiel said a few words and allowed the Captain to give a speech. John always reveled being in the spotlight. After being congratulated by a few lords, Castiel told Dean to meet him in the hallway in five minutes. He left the exhibit room. Dean gazed at his pocket watch every minute. Once five minutes passed, he excused himself since he was in a group with Gabriel, Balthazar and the Captain.

Castiel rapidly held Dean's wrist and led him down the hall. He made sure the coast was clear and opened a door. Dean whistled. "Is this the throne room?" His eyes raked across the lavish furnishings.

"There are no guards in the area tonight since they will be guarding the exhibit and the royals." Castiel cupped Dean's face and kissed him hard.

"I was about to scream if I heard one more person congratulate you on your nuptials." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Well you have me all to yourself, your grace." Castiel trailed kisses down Dean's jaw.

Dean surprised the hell out of Castiel, when he dragged him towards the two throne chairs. The duke shoved Cas unceremoniously into the largest one which was obviously used by the king. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"I'm ready, pardner," Dean said into Cas' mouth as they shared an open mouth kiss.

Castiel's eyes darkened. "I can't believe this is happening."

"You better believe it, sweetheart." Dean lowered his dark evening trousers and Castiel had already beaten him at lowering his own.

The two men felt like randy adolescent boys preparing for their very first time. In a way it was going to be his first time for Dean. Castiel knew he had to be slow and gentle with Dean. He did not want to hurt him.

Castiel removed a small container of oil which he used as a lubricant from his jacket's pocket. Every time he went to Egypt he made sure to procure several. Dean arched a brow at him. "Force of habit, love."

Cas kissed the duke passionately. He covered his fingers with the oil. Dean nodded for him to go ahead, as he straddled Cas. Castiel didn't break the kiss as he gingerly placed two fingers inside of Dean. God he was so hot. Dean adjusted his position and Cas was now knuckle deep. He felt Dean's hole pucker around the digits. He leisurely stroked it and removed his fingers. Once he hit Dean's sweet spot, the duke closed his eyes and arched his neck backwards. He held on to the throne's hand rests.

Castiel kissed Dean and sucked his tongue. He scissored him until Dean spoke in between moans. "I need you inside of me now."

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." Castiel kissed and sucked Dean's neck as he guided his throbbing erection inside Dean. The duke froze for a moment. Cas was large and it took some time to get accustomed to having the thick and long cock inside him. Castiel took his time and little by little entered Dean. He stroked Dean's staff at the same time.

"You can move now." Dean touched his forehead to Cas'.

Castiel's hands slid down to Dean's hips. He dug his fingers deep, as he thrust upwards. Dean's mouth hung open. He bit his lower lip hard as he took more of Castiel in. Castiel stopped for a moment. "Don't you dare stop now, Osiris!"

The burning sensation was soon overrun by heat pooling down in his stomach. Dean began to meet Cas' thrusts. Castiel massaged his balls and then his cock hit Dean's prostate. Dean lost it and started screaming, "Osiris, my God!" over and over.

Castiel was close to coming. "Mine," he whispered to Dean. "You are finally mine...now and forever." Hearing Dean's words and feeling his hole convulse and milk him for all he was worth did it for him. Cas bit Dean's jaw as he released his seed inside Dean. The duke soon followed screaming his name one last time. "I've always been yours, Cas...since we were kids."

Castiel thrusted into Dean four more times before sagging down on the chair. Dean's body felt as if it were made out of gelatin. His drenched body covered Castiel's. Cas kissed the top of Dean's head.

"Was I too rough?" Castiel asked. He soothed Dean's back.

Dean caught his breath. "No, Osiris, you were wonderful just like I imagined." The duke had a dreamy look in his eyes. "I love you."

Castiel replied immediately, "I love you more."

Dean raised his head and kissed Cas softly. "We should leave now. Your screams most likely captured someone's attention and they will come snooping. Plus, I have your semen all over my jacket."

Dean playfully punched Cas' shoulder. "You shouldn't talk. I am in desperate need of a fresh pair of trousers."

Castiel played with the sun pendant around Dean's neck for a few seconds. He dragged the duke's face closer with it and kissed the tip of his nose.