Castiel was pulled from his thoughts as Amira's words escaped her lips and caused the three men beside him to fall completely and utterly silent.

"I have come here because God has assigned me to be the guardian angel of your babies." The word 'babies' hung in the air like a thick never fading fog and Gabriel swallowed hard.

"So you mean…I'm not Raini's guardian angel anymore and you have been appointed over her and mine and Sam's child, right?" Amira rolled her eyes playfully.

"No, silly! That's the wonderful part about the news! You're still Raini's guardian angel, you always will be. I said babies because…well, congratulations. You're having twins." Sam's hands flew up to his stomach and he whispered "Oh Gabriel" as Gabriel pulled him in for a kiss. Both men had a few tears trickling down their cheeks as they pulled back and Sam nuzzled into Gabriel's neck. Amira smiled brightly at the couple and Gabriel looked over at her with a fond smile.

"Thank you so much for telling us this, I've never been more happy. What are their genders?" Gabriel sniffled, rubbing Sam's bump gently.

"Both boys." Sam's entire face lit up.

"Now we don't have to decide, we can call one Ezriel and the other Elijah!" Gabriel nodded, but didn't speak as he made better use of his lips. He pulled Sam into another kiss, fisting at his hair and molding himself against his lover. Sam moaned and slid his tongue into his husbands eager mouth, whining when Gabriel pulled away abruptly. His eyes were wide and he very softly petted Sam's growing belly.

"They're fluttering again I could feel it…Sammy our babies are moving." He whispered in adoration, pure unadulterated love in his eyes. Sam nodded and leaned in for another heated kiss.

"I know." Despite being pregnant Sam was still quite flexible and he wrapped his long legs around Gabriel's waist. Gabriel held him up by putting one hand at the back of his head, continuing the kiss, and one resting under Sam's butt. Gabriel knew his vessel was too short to hold him like that long, so he moved as quickly as possible towards the kitchen, his tongue never once leaving the warm hot cavern of his husbands mouth. Amira stood with her mouth hung open, having never in all her years of knowing him seen Gabriel display that much affection to anyone, angel or otherwise.

"He must truly love him." Dean nodded.

"Of course he does, he's having his babies. I mean…I wasn't so accepting of them being together at first, Gabriel can be a pain in the ass, but he treats my brother right and there isn't anything more important than that. Sammy knows what he's doing, he chose well." Amira grinned and nodded.

"Well of course, there is no one in this universe better than Gabriel, except for perhaps Michael." She said with a faint blush on her cheeks. Dean pulled Castiel in to his side and kissed his temple.

"Well I don't know about that, I'd say my Cas is pretty damn awesome." Dean was giving Castiel a highly flirtatious look, but Castiel didn't return it, his guilt becoming almost unbearable. Dean immediately knew something was wrong, feeling Castiel's grace emit a strong uneasy vibe. Raini began to cry, also sensing her fathers uneasiness, as she was still at the age that her own grace was attached to his.

"Cas, baby, what's wrong?" Dean asked, touching their foreheads together. Castiel shook his head, looking sheepishly at the floor.

"N-Nothing." Dean took Castiel's head in his hands and looked into his sapphire eyes worriedly.

"Castiel." Dean almost never called him by his full name and it made Castiel's resolve crumble.

"M-Michael…he was her mate." Castiel whispered in horror, his eyes welling up with tears that Dean instantly kissed away.

"It's okay, Cas, baby, how many times do I have to tell you that it wasn't your fault?" Castiel didn't answer, but smiled at his counterpart and then shushed his baby gently.

"You're alright little one, everything is okay." Castiel cooed, pushing a more reliving feeling from his grace to reassure her. Dean smiled lovingly at the two most important people in the world to him and then turned sad eyes to the other angel. The light had drained from her eyes and she looked pale.

"What do you mean he was my mate? What wasn't Castiel's fault?" Dean sighed and put his hand comfortingly on the small of Cas's back, noticing that he had blanched at the devastated look on Amira's face.

"Listen, I am so so sorry about this…I don't know what I'd do if I were ever put in your situation, well I mean, I do, I'd kill myself…" Castiel glared at Dean, partly for saying that he'd commit suicide and leave their daughter behind if he ever lost him and partly for putting the idea in the younger angels head. Dean quickly recanted, disliking when Castiel was anything less than happy.

"Okay, never mind that just…Michael is now partying with Jesus." Both Amira and Castiel both cocked their heads at the same time.

"Partying with Jesus…Dean, Jesus is very busy, this is all most as bad as when you tried to convince me that God lived on some sort flat bread." Amira looked horrified.

"Why would our father live on any man made piece of starch?" Castiel shrugged.

"My husband likes to make references to things such as television and other human customs that I do not understand. But having been on Earth since I met him a few years ago and since being married to him for nine months now, I have picked up on a few things, like there are people across the Nation of America who have seen in their food for what centuries humans have believed was God's face. I assume that is why he tried to speak to me of this, although the tortillas are all wrong, God doesn't even really look like that and even if he did he does not have time to hide in Mexican food." Dean shook his head, trying not to laugh at his husbands cuteness under such a bad circumstance.

"Amira, honey, what I meant is…Michael is dead." Castiel immediately looked down at Raini, avoiding Amira's suddenly cold, unfeeling eyes.

"N-No…that can't be, Gabriel would have told me." Amira's entire body was shaking and it was now Dean's turn to look away, knowing full well what he'd be feeling if it were him, considering he'd watched Castiel die and come back countless times before…only Amira's mate was gone-gone, it seemed.

"I don't think Gabriel remembered, it has been so many centuries since he last saw you…" Castiel tried to take up for his brother, but it was too late. The female angel had already disappeared. Castiel looked up at Dean with tears streaking his face and Dean pulled him in to his chest and rested his chin atop his head.

"It's okay, Cas. She's gunna be okay, give her time. You wanna go watch Beauty and The Beast with me and Raini?" Dean was coming to terms more and more with chick-flick moments, as he had once called them, now that he had almost been a married man for an entire year and a father for three of those. Dean was still plenty manly and a damn good hunter, but Castiel had single handedly softened his edges and Dean often wanted nothing more than to curl up on their bed and watch princess movies with their daughter. They both knew she wasn't old enough to really get the movies, but she enjoyed watching the colors and cooing at her parents as they attempted to sing the songs to her in silly little voices. Castiel nodded eagerly, knowing that if anything was going to make him feel remotely better, it would be one of their family play times.

Amira, however, was not being offered solace of any sort and was practically destroying herself. She had zapped into a random empty field, one that housed flowers the same lavender color that Michael's true form's eyes possessed. She fell to her knees and allowed her tears to fall, closing her eyes to be brought back to the gorgeous chocolate brown wings that were speckled with a pale yellow, and a smile that was meant for only her. She hadn't seen Michael in a few hundred years…the last time they spoke was when God had told them they were to mate after Michael fulfilled his duties on Earth and came back to the Kingdom of Heaven immediately to produce new fledglings with her. Michael had popped in and out of Heaven regularly, hell, he gave most of the orders around there without even being there, but he never stayed long enough for them to see one another and Amira regretted not trying to find him so badly. Her mate was dead…what was left for her? Her and Michael's relationship hadn't exactly been romantic yet…at least not on his part, but she'd been smitten by him since she was a fledgling herself, tagging along with him and his brothers all the time, getting into mischief with them. Her and Gabriel had been best friends, so she was always with the Archangels, and therefore Michael.

Amira sat down in the soft grass near a tiny stream and stared at her reflection. Alicia Harrison, her vessel, was staring back at her with her beautiful hazel eyes and blond streaked brunette hair. She was thin, pale, absolutely gorgeous, and Amira had chosen this vessel especially for Michael, she wanted to be beautiful to him so badly, instead of seen as his kid brothers best friend like she was in Heaven. She allowed her wings to spring from her back and stretch out, a bright green color dusted with a shimmering gold, and screamed at the sky.

"Father, please! Please bring him back to me, I'll do anything! I don't know how or why, but I lost him before he was even mine…before he even loved me. It's not fair!" Amira's tears fell into the stream and turned it a sorrowful gray color. The lost, confused angel cried for a long while, admiring the bleak gray water as it trickled along the brook until she felt a painfully familiar presence behind her. She turned to see a vessel with a pair of dull green eyes that were masking the prettiest purple ones she'd ever seen.

"Hello, Amira." Amira shook her head a couple of times to clear her thoughts, no it couldn't be him…could it?