Colonel Campbell's estate was large and contained many rooms, but it was the outdoor that offered them the most remote emplacement they could hope for. Near the end of the property stood a small construction, its interior filled with gardening equipment, as well as a small bed. Given that the gardens were still as untidy as ever, it was a safe bet that no one was employed for the purpose of taking care of them and, as such, the little building did not show any sign of being in use. The sheets looked clean, but for a small layer of dust that was soon wiped out.

Dean was stood in the middle of the room, showing no sign of helping Castiel who was now busy finding and lighting a few candles. He turned to his beloved and, in as soft a tone as he could muster in the state he was in, asked him if he could go and lock the door.

This proved enough to shake Dean out of his stupefied mood and after obeying him, he ran towards Castiel, took him in his arm and lift him off the ground.

They fell on the mattress in unison, joy bursting out of their chest under the form of untamed laughs that they could only appease by intense kissing. Their smells were mixing, making Cas feel his body grow warmer, the fever as normal and healthy to him, as it had been dangerous for Dean. It also meant that any semblance of intelligence was out of his grasp and thus he had now to rely on pure instincts to act and react.

Dean's eyes were almost black, his pupils fixated on Castiel's, showing him clearly that Dean's arousal matched his own. This delightful occurrence was interrupted by Dean's desire to explore his neck, inhaling loudly as if Cas was a flower he had just picked.

But Castiel was growing impatient and he started to tug at Dean's garments. In the faint glow of the light, he saw Dean's complexion turn to a full blush. He suspended his gesture, but Dean murmured:

"No, it is fine, you can continue."

His throat now obstructed by strong feelings, Castiel resumed the undressing of his partner as fast as his shaking hands could allow. Dean was letting him manoeuvre, his body lying nonchalant on the bed, like a cat. Yet, the moment he was only covered in his under-shirt, he grabbed Castiel's arm with a strength that was both surprising and welcomed.

Castiel's own garments proved more difficult to take off, for they were quite damp in the lower areas. He forgot to feel embarrassed when he saw Dean's happy reaction to that state of affair. His body had readied itself with such efficiency that no other preparation was necessary, something he was sure to communicate urgently by shouting incoherently:

"Dean... Dean!"

The novel sensation he experienced after that was wonderful and made his insides ready to burst. Yet, he did not feel equal to make any more noises, fearing that Dean would be overwhelmed by his lack of modesty. He schooled himself in staying as still as was possible, hoping that his alpha was satisfied by what he was offering.

Dean paused in his endeavour and whispered with desperation:

"Don't you like it? Am I too small?"

There was so much vulnerability in this questions that Castiel felt guilty of his previous restraint. He caressed Dean's arm tenderly and answered:

"I did not know if I could express my happiness. It is you, alpha that govern my conduct from now on."

But Dean shook his head, while he resumed his movements. Castiel ceased any resistance and rewarded Dean with an involuntary scream of pleasure.

In the fog that was invading his mind, he could hear Dean say:

"You are my master as much as I am yours, Castiel. I would be a fool to judge you, you are superior to me in every aspect..." After another of Castiel's cry, he added, "This is why any noises you make are so enjoyable, as it means I have worn down your control, which makes wonder for my alphahood."

These words proved true, as Castiel's entrance was stretched further more, which, along with a renewed vigour in the workings of Dean's hips, led him to a state of absolute felicity. He did not know of his name, or his surrounding, lost in an enjoyment he could feel was met by Dean in every way.

The fever was finally starting to decrease, leaving traces of perspiration all over his forehead. Dean caressed it tenderly.

"Thank you so much, Omega. We are mated for life and you may be pregnant with my pup as we speak."

"I do hope so. I could not hope for a better mating."

"Really? With a scratchy blanket, in a ridiculously small bed, on the night of your brother's grand wedding?"

"Absolutely. The blanket is an absolute."

The laughter returned, vibrating from one body to another, as they were still united by the mating.

When it finally dissolved, they took great effort in creating it again, and again.

In the morning, Dean departed, after many necessary kisses, to go tell Mrs Novak she had a new son-in-law. He was also tasked with asking if Sam's mansion was free for them to use. Castiel used the remaining time to rest. He felt mated, happy, and changed.