Summary: His wings always seemed to be the problem, Castiel figured. But when he and his family move to Sioux Falls and he meets a Beast locked away in a castle, could his wings be the solution? Dean/Cas, Sam/Gabriel, Adam/Michael; fusion with Beauty and the Beast

A/N: It's done! It's done it's done it's done! Okay, sorry about that. I am very excited. Alright, calming myself down now. XD So, I thought I should probably warn you guys that this chapter really isn't much for plot. It's basically crack with fluff and porn. Yeah. Well, at least it is well written crack with fluff and porn (if I do say so myself) so I hope you guys enjoy the final chapter of I Am No Angel.

A big thank you to my beta, Delu, who betaed this for me after she got home from work because I wanted to get it uploaded tonight. Although she might tell you differently, I did not threaten or coerce her in any way. :P

Chapter Twelve

When we make love, it's overwhelming

I just touched the heavens

You're an angel, you're an angel

And I said, this world, this world could leave us any day

But my love for you, it will never go away

I don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause you are like a dream

Every night I say a prayer and I swear you are the answer.

You're an angel, you're an angel, you're an angel.

-"Angel" Leona Lewis

Michael leaned against a tree to one side of the clearing and tried not to look awkward as he watched the castle servants clear away Castiel and Dean's wedding. He had tried to step in a few times and lend a hand but each time, the man or woman to whom he had offered help had brushed him off and continued on with their work. Michael didn't deal well with feeling useless and, at that moment, useless was exactly how he was feeling. It wasn't a position he found himself in often and Michael wasn't sure he knew how to deal with it.

It wouldn't have been so bad if the rest of the wedding party were sitting around doing nothing with him, but each and every one of them was doing something. Anna had strong-armed Adam and Sam into helping her with the table, chair, and food placement while she helped four men settle the two absurdly large statues of Castiel and Dean that had been carted in last week into position where the altar had been. Gabriel was busy stealing sweets from what had already been set out. This couldn't really be considered helping per se, but it was keeping him occupied so that he couldn't play pranks on everyone else—which was the only reason nobody was saying anything about it. Dean and Castiel were off in their own world, barely touching and yet still managing to make everyone squirm. Just seeing them stare at each other was so private, so intimate, that watching them do it felt like watching them have sex.

The only person who looked anywhere near as out of place as Michael felt was Bobby, but even he was doing something that could be called useful by entertaining the Harvelles—who just so happened to be the only guests outside of the family who had been invited—while everything was being set up.

So, in the absence of anything useful to do, Michael just sat there and waited, watching as the servants quickly and efficiently got everything into place. A few minutes of people-watching later, he was almost grateful when he had to move out of the way because the band that Anna had hired from a nearby town decided that they had to set up shop beneath the tree Michael happened to be leaning against. It gave him the excuse he needed to abandon his position as the party's wallflower so that he could congratulate his brother and get something to eat.

As he made his way up to Castiel, Michael heard Dean—who had his back to him—say his name and hurried his steps in an attempt to catch whatever it was his new brother-in-law was saying.

"…missed Bobby walking you down the aisle. It was your fault," a pouting Dean accused a bemused-looking Castiel. "The least you can do is dance with Michael so that I have something worthwhile to blackmail him with later."

When Dean's pathetic attempt to imitate Sam's patented puppy dog eyes actually seemed to be affecting Castiel—Michael had to admit to having some sympathy for his poor brother; after all, it seemed that those puppy dog eyes ran in the Winchester family—Michael decided that he had better intercede before Dean's manipulation went any further. "Ahem," Michael cleared his throat to get their attention. They both turned toward him, Castiel sporting his usual 'completely bewildered by humanity' look while Dean did not even have the decency to try to look guilty for attempting to coerce his new husband into supplying blackmail material on his brother-in-law.

Castiel cocked his head at both of them. "As I understand it, the usual course of events involves a dance between the bride and her father, as well as a dance between the bride and the groom. I did extensive research. There was no mention of a specific tradition in which the bride must dance with her male siblings."

Dean appeared to be just as stunned by Castiel's words as Michael was. They looked at each other for a moment, then groaned. Castiel frowned and looked between them. "Did I miss something?"

Michael shook his head sadly and mock-glared at his brother's husband. "Dean Winchester, if my brother refers to himself as a girl for the rest of his life, I'm putting the blame entirely on your shoulders."

Dean looked like he was about to argue, but he had barely opened his mouth when Gabriel crashed into the little circle they had formed. "I completely agree," he said decisively, clapping a hand down on Dean's left shoulder and Michael's right. "With both of you."

Michael stared at Gabriel in confusion. What was the man talking about?

"What the fuck are you talking about, Gabriel?" Dean asked, mimicking Michael's thoughts.

Gabriel smirked mischievously. "I agree that everything is Dean's fault—although I don't really like to limit myself by saying that only one thing is Dean's fault." He didn't look at all perturbed when a disgruntled Dean shrugged the hand off of his shoulder and moved closer to Castiel. "I also agree with Dean," Gabriel told Michael. "You should dance with someone, but I think the someone you want to dance with is over there." Michael turned to look in the direction Gabriel had pointed and the breath he had been taking caught in his chest.

Adam and Sam were standing to one side of the clearing next to the bizarrely accurate statues of Castiel and Dean. As Michael watched, Sam spoke, gesturing to the statue of Dean, and Adam started laughing. Michael was captivated. In the weeks since he had become human again, Adam had only smiled a handful of times. Unless they were alone, the teenager's default mode seemed to be permanently set on sarcastic and for the most part Michael didn't have a problem with that. But then there were times like this, when seeing Adam laugh made him want it to happen all the time.

So, he couldn't help it—every time the boy smiled and now especially, when he laughed—because the sight was so rare and so stunning, Michael just had to stop what he was doing and stare.

Thinking about Adam's laughter made Michael wonder what other sounds might come out of the teenager's mouth if… Okay, he needed to stop that train of thought right now. If he wasn't careful, he would end up getting an…

"Erection!" Gabriel said loudly, causing Michael to turn his head to look at the man. "Such a great word, don't ya think? I mean, what's not to like about a word that means 'hard penis'?" Michael swallowed audibly as Gabriel pointedly stared over at Adam before looking back at him, as though he knew exactly what the former soldier had been thinking.

Michael opened his mouth to say something—it sounded like a calm and gentle rebuke in his head, but he was sure it would come out defensive and angry—but before he could, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Steeling himself, Michael attempted to purge the image of Gabriel's smug face from his mind as he turned to face the person to which the hand belonged.

Only to have that image pop right back up like a Jack in the Box—rather appropriate considering it was Gabriel—when he saw that it was Adam behind him.

Adam's face was flushed and his hands were clenched at his sides. Michael was instantly concerned and his hands came up, almost of their own volition, to Adam's face to check the boy's temperature. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently. "Are you sick? Hurt?"

Adam's blush deepened and his bottom lip jutted out adorably. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around Michael's wrists, pulling them away from his face. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Adam looked into Michael's eyes and said, "Will you dance with me?"

This was probably the last thing Michael had expected Adam to say. He had gotten to know Adam pretty well over the past few weeks and if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that Adam was not one to ask someone to dance willingly. His eyes narrowed suspiciously on his—soon-to-be—lover, but before he could ask, he was once again interrupted.

Gabriel burst out into raucous laughter. He wiped imaginary tears from his eyes. "Oh, this is too good," he wheezed. Michael winced, both from the thought of what Gabriel was about to say as well as the fact that Adam's hands had tightened to the point of pain around his wrists. "Are you sure you want to dance with this pervert? You know, Adam, not too long ago, we were talking about you and the fact that…" Oh god, Michael thought, horrified, not daring to turn around, certain he would once again see that look on the other man's face. Don't you dare say it, Gabriel. I swear, I'll… "Michael here had a…"

Gabriel trailed off and then suddenly rushed past Michael and Adam. Michael looked over Adam's shoulder in the direction Gabriel had taken off in and saw Sam, his arms crossed, glaring at his boyfriend with an expression Adam referred to as 'Bitchface Number Five'.

Michael cleared his throat, trying to break the awkward silence. "So," he said slowly. "About that dance…"

Adam didn't smile as Michael had hoped that he would, but his eyes lit up and his lips twitched, indicating that he was happy that Michael actually did want to dance with him, even if he was trying not to show it. Michael felt the twin vice grips around his wrists loosen, the younger man's fingers sliding down to tangle with his own before using them to tug him towards the makeshift dance floor by the band.

However, they had barely taken a step when Castiel's voice interrupted their departure. "Excuse me. I am confused." Michael turned once again, a small smile on his face. Oh little brother, he thought in fond exasperation. When are you ever not confused? When he saw Castiel's face, though, he grew immediately suspicious. His brother wasn't wearing his customary befuddled look, tilting his head in the usual quizzical manner, or exhibiting any of the signs that normally indicated that he was 'confounded by the perplexities of human life'. Michael noticed Dean looking at Castiel as well, but unlike himself the other man didn't seem to be suspicious of Castiel's behavior at all. In fact, he was stifling laughter. "I have read that the first dance is traditionally between the bride and her new husband," Castiel continued. "Adam, are you by any chance attempting to usurp my position?"

Dean started laughing, seemingly unable to contain his mirth any longer. He looped an arm around Castiel and pulled him close, burying his face in the side of his husband's neck. "Cas, I think that's what the bouquet is supposed to be for. All you gotta do is make sure Adam catches the thing and he and Michael will be taking our positions as the resident newlyweds before we know it." Without even another glance in the direction of his mortified younger brother and said brother's boyfriend, Dean took a step back and offered his arm to Castiel. "Dance?" Castiel's face visibly softened as he reached out and wrapped his own arm around Dean's.

Then they were gone, leaving their stunned siblings behind so that they could share their first dance.

Michael was surprised when Adam, after several moments of staring after Dean and Castiel, let out a chuckle. Their eyes met and Michael gave him a questioning look. Adam smiled at him. "I just realized how similar the two of you are," he told Michael, shaking his head. "You both have that same awkward sense of humor that almost never makes an appearance."

Adam looked over to where their brothers were still dancing, sighing when he saw that Sam and Gabriel had joined them. His shoulders slumped slightly. "C'mon, I guess we better go join them," Adam said dejectedly, somehow managing to drag his feet even as he pulled Michael over to the dance floor. Once there, they arranged themselves into an awkward approximation of a dancing position and swayed from side to side.

Michael looked down at the young man in his arms. Adam had been happy when he had agreed to dance with him; Michael knew he had. Why exactly was he so unhappy now? It was very obvious to Michael that Adam was uncomfortable. He was stiff, barely moving as they danced, and wouldn't meet Michael's eyes. "Adam…" Michael trailed off, not sure what to say. He thought for a moment before remembering that when Adam had first approached him to ask for a dance, he had initially wondered why the boy would do something that was so out of character. His chest ached unexpectedly at the thought that Adam didn't actually want to be dancing with him. "Adam," he began again. "Why did you ask me to dance when you obviously have no desire to do so?"

Adam pressed his lips together and visibly put even more effort into avoiding Michael's gaze. "Well, actually, I did want to dance with you. The problem was that Sam noticed that I wanted to dance with you and he knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't ask, so he forced my hand." Adam let his bottom lip jut out unconsciously and Michael couldn't help but think once again about the fact that his boyfriend had to be the most obliviously adorable person he had ever met. "That bastard threatened me with Gabriel. Fucking Gabriel, do you believe that?" Adam muttered indignantly, his eyes finally lifting to meet Michael's. "So yeah, I'm a bit pissed about it, but that really doesn't have anything to do with you. I just hate the fact that Sam's going to think he won."

One corner of Michael's mouth curled up into a half smile. "It…" He searched for the word for a moment before finally finding it. "…relieves me to know that this is the reason for your lack of enthusiasm."

Adam looked surprised for a second, as though he had not considered that Michael might be even the slightest bit insecure about their relationship. "Michael…" Before he could finish the thought, something hit Adam from behind, knocking him into Michael and sending both of them sprawling to the ground.

Having attempted to shield Adam from the worst of the impact, Michael needed a moment to catch his breath before he could finally lift his head to figure out what had happened. He looked over and noticed that Sam and Gabriel were in much the same position as he and Adam. Michael considered them and found himself thinking that it was very lucky for Gabriel that he had landed on top of Sam instead of vice versa. His gaze moved on to the only other couple on the dance floor and he couldn't keep a laugh from escaping his lips when he saw what had caused the disturbance.

Castiel stood in the middle of the clearing, his wings outstretched. It was apparent to Michael that his brother's feathery appendages were what had sent everybody else to the ground, but this wasn't what had interested Michael. While the thought of Castiel knocking everybody flat was funny in and of itself, Michael was more amused by the fact that his brother had turned a shade of red that nobody—Michael and Bobby, included—had ever seen the angel turn, as well as the fact that, judging by the 'conversation' Dean and Castiel were having, Dean had tried to dip Castiel without warning and Castiel, in an attempt to keep his balance, had thrown his wings out, thereby bowling the rest of them over in the process. Michael was not usually one to laugh at the expense of others, but between the look on Castiel's face as well as the image he had in his mind of what must have happened, he was unable to help himself.

His laughter caught in his throat when the body that was still on top of him shifted and his gaze moved up to meet Adam's. The boy was biting his bottom lip and his brow was creased as though in worry, sending a simultaneous shot of lust and concern through Michael's body. Before he could say a word or make any move to comfort him, however, Adam's expression resolved into determination. He leaned down until his lips were right next to Michael's ear and whispered, "I may have the body of a teenager, Michael, but never make the mistake of assuming that my mind or my heart are as easily satisfied. My body may want a good fuck, but if that were all I wanted, then believe me, I would not be here with you right now. I am a Winchester, and I am sure that if I was really that hard up I could find someone who would be willing to get me off." Adam lifted his head so that he could meet Michael's eyes. "But I want more than that; I want you. There isn't a part of me that doesn't want you. My body, my mind, and my heart. They are all in agreement." Their lips touched lightly and Michael sucked in a breath before somehow pulling Adam even more firmly against his body with the press of one hand and grasping at soft blondish brown hair with the other.

And they kissed, for once not caring if their brothers saw them.

Gabriel was once again lying on top of Sam, in a position oddly reminiscent of the one they had been in when they had returned to human form. The only difference seemed to be that there were more clothes involved this time. Not that Gabriel was complaining—after all, any chance he had to top Sam was a chance he needed to take—but he had really preferred the naked version of this scenario a hell of a lot better. Especially since—for the moment, at least—Sam wasn't distracted enough for Gabriel to take advantage of him as he had last time.

"Gabriel," Sam hissed through clenched teeth. "Not now!"

Gabriel sighed in frustration and dropped his hand from where it had been trying to creep up Sam's thigh. He lifted himself up so that he could look in the direction Sam indicated with his chin and let out a nearly inaudible groan—one that earned him yet another disapproving noise from Sam.

It appeared that Dean and his angel were once again taking center stage in a drama of epic proportions. Castiel was glaring at Dean, his face flushed and his wings spread, and there seemed to be something of a silent battle of wills going on. The problem—as Gabriel saw it, anyway—was that Dean didn't even seem to be trying to participate, let alone win, and that was pissing Castiel off. Gabriel winced when he saw Dean shrug and give the angel a sheepish smile, knowing that this would make Castiel even more upset. Sure enough, a shudder went through Castiel's wings and a moment later, the angel huffed and turned on his heel to walk away. Dean looked after him, but like the fucking idiot he was, he didn't follow his new husband, instead choosing to head off in almost the exact opposite direction.

Gabriel shook his head and looked down at Sam, who was wearing an adorably perplexed expression that he just couldn't help pressing a small, affectionate kiss to. "I swear, your family is almost as high-maintenance as you are, Sammy boy," he said with a smile as he hoisted himself off of his boyfriend. Gabriel looked over in the direction Castiel had gone and noticed Adam and Michael in a position very similar to the one he and Sam had been in almost a moment before. "And since your younger brother seems to have figured out after all these years that he likes sugar with his tea…" Gabriel paused and they both turned their heads in time to see Michael grip Adam's hips as their kiss became more passionate. Gabriel snickered as Sam turned away in horror. "…you and I should split up to find the newlyweds." Gabriel held out a hand to help Sam to his feet and then leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek once he was standing. "You go after your brother and I'll try to catch up with our runaway bride." Before Sam had time to protest this arrangement, Gabriel was off, running in the direction in which Castiel had disappeared.

When he spotted the angel through the trees—those enormous wings were kinda hard to miss, in his opinion—he slowed down and approached with caution. He wasn't sure what was wrong with Castiel, but he did realize that it probably didn't have much to do with Dean messing up their first dance. Gabriel knew that he would have to tread lightly if he didn't want to fuck things up (while he was usually perfectly fine with fucking things up, now was not one of those times), otherwise Castiel might bolt.

"Gabriel." Castiel's voice brought him out of his thoughts. His eyes met Castiel's and he saw that they were filled, not with rage or even tears as Gabriel had expected, but with fear. The angel's voice was soft as he continued, "Why are you here?"

"Well, you see," Gabriel started. "Everybody's a bit worried about you and I drew the short straw," he joked instinctively, then immediately froze. God damn it, he thought. What happened to treading lightly? He took a deep breath and, for once completely serious, said, "No, that's not true. Actually, I just thought I could help you out if you need it. After all, you gave me some pretty good advice once and I have yet to repay you for it."

Castiel shook his head. "I have done nothing for which you are required to repay me and in this case, I am sure that there is nothing you could do for me anyway. I am merely frustrated that Dean…" The angel trailed off and his shoulders slumped.

"Now, now, Cassy, it's not that bad. Well, okay, it may seem bad now, but I guarantee that the first dance is no indication of how the rest of the marriage will go," Gabriel chuckled. "At my parents' wedding, my father danced the first dance with his ex-wife. My mother was pissed about it, even years later when she was telling me, but they were together until the day they died." He felt a pang at the thought of his parents, but it was easy enough to ignore. After all, it had been at least a hundred years since his parents had been laid to rest.

Castiel seemed to sense his morose thoughts, but he was considerate enough not to mention it, so Gabriel continued. "Anyway, I don't think the dance is what you're really worried about. C'mon, Cas, you've said it yourself that you picked up the 'first dance' tradition from a book. It's not like you've been dreaming about it your whole life." Castiel's eyes shifted away from Gabriel's and he had to move to the side to catch the angel's gaze again. "So, what's the deal, Cas? What's really bugging you?"

"I am…" Castiel hesitated and looked away once more. His eyes darted to Gabriel again and whatever he saw there seemed to reassure him. "I am afraid of sex," the angel revealed. "I was able to ignore it during the wedding itself, but then I was… I was so close to Dean while we were dancing and when he tried to do that… that dip… he looked at me the way he usually does when we are kissing and I could not control… My wings, they acted of their own accord and I…"

Castiel's face was so red by this point that Gabriel would have been concerned had he not been so honestly shocked. "You and Dean haven't had sex yet?" he asked in astonishment. "Well, that's…" He floundered for a moment. "How could you not want a piece of that ass? I mean, I love Sam and I would never want to have sex with anyone but him, but I'll admit that there were times back in the days before the curse when I would look at Dean's ass in those tight pants he wears and…" Gabriel pictured it for a moment before realizing that Castiel was looking at him with something that looked quite a bit like how he thought he might look at anyone who said about Sam what he had just stupidly said about Dean. He quickly tried to backtrack, holding his hands up in a placating manner. "Hey, I told you I only have eyes for Sam now," Gabriel asserted. "And for the record, Dean and I have never done a fucking thing together, okay?"

Gabriel sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing the space between his eyes in an attempt to remove the tension that was now lodged there. Damn, he thought. How the fuck did I manage to mess this up so badly? He opened his eyes and met the angel's, which were thankfully less hostile than before. "Okay, listen up, 'cause I'm only going to say this once. Sex is nothing more than the human way of attempting to get our souls as close to touching as we possibly can. Sure, there are people who only think about it in physical terms, 'cause—I won't lie—it feels fucking amazing, but when you really love someone, all you want is to get as close to that other person as possible. In most cases, sex is the best way to do that. The fucking scary part is usually being able to trust the other person enough to even try." Gabriel gave Castiel an envious look. "You're a lucky bastard because you and Dean are actually one soul. You don't have to worry about trusting him because you know that he will always be there. So really, you've already done what most people try and sometimes fail to accomplish by having sex." He cleared his throat, almost unable to believe he had actually said any of it. Well, might as well go for broke. "By getting worked up about it, not only are you just postponing the inevitable, but you're hurting yourself and Dean as well. So just stop stressing out about it. I promise you, it will all work out in the end."

Castiel's expression was stricken for a moment, but it quickly resolved into determination. A hurried "I must find Dean" was the only warning Gabriel got before the angel's wings snapped open and he was taking off, the downdraft nearly knocking Gabriel off of his feet.

"What, no thank you?" he yelled, smacking at his clothes in an attempt to dislodge the dust that had been kicked up by Castiel's departure. "Fucking angels," Gabriel muttered, more because he felt he should than for any other reason. He shook his head and turned around to go back in the direction he had come.

God damn it, Dean, Sam cursed mentally as he tried to figure out just where his brother had taken off to after he and the angel had gotten into it, less than an hour into their fucking marriage. Seriously, Sam thought caustically. Only Dean would be able to pull off something like that. That has to be some kind of record.

Sam stopped and listened, hoping that perhaps his brother was close enough that he might be able to hear him walking or beating the shit out of a tree or something.

Unfortunately for him, the forest was quiet.

Of course Dean wouldn't still be nearby. That would be way too convenient.

Sam shook his head and continued galumphing through the trees. Where would Dean go? Sam supposed that Dean could have gone back to the castle, but for some reason, he didn't think that was right. He really had no idea why, but he had learned in his days as a Hunter that sometimes you just had to go with your gut. Sam sighed in frustration. So if the castle was out…

That's it! Sam's head snapped up and he started running. He couldn't believe that he hadn't thought of it before. Nearly two hundred years ago when Sam and his brothers had been children, Dean had gone out into the woods one day, picked a tree, and designated it his 'secret fort'. Of course, everybody from John Winchester down to the lowest of their servants knew exactly where Dean's fort was, but Dean had always ignored that fact. Dean even had rules for his fort, although the only one that was widely known was 'No brothers allowed'.

Well, this would have to be the one time Sam broke that oh-so-sacred rule. He was sure that his brother had gone to the secret fort—even if there probably wasn't much left of it that was recognizable after all these years—and like hell was he going to leave his brother alone when Dean had just had his first fight with his new husband.

When he arrived at the place where Dean's secret fort had once been, he immediately wished that he had never remembered where the stupid tree was. Dean was there, all right, but he wasn't turning his knuckles into pulp on the tree's bark or even curled up into a ball, sobbing into the tree's roots, as Sam had half-feared he would be. No, the reality of the situation was much, much worse.

Dean was facing the tree, one arm extended, palm out, bracing himself against the tree. His pants were pulled down a bit and, although Dean's shirt tails were covering any of the exposed bits that Sam might have been able to see from where he was standing, he could see that Dean's hand was moving in a very obvious and telling motion.

Dean let out a groan, his hand pumping faster for a second before something white—

"Oh my god!" Sam yelped, spinning around and slapping his hands over his eyes.

"What the fuck, Sammy?" Dean yelled.

Sam could hear his brother trying to tidy himself up, but in his mind, it was a bit too late for that. His brain was completely frozen in horror. One thing kept circling in his mind and he wasn't able to prevent himself from blurting it out. "Good god, why, Dean?" he moaned, rocking his body a bit in an attempt to drive the image from his head.

"What d'you mean, 'why'?" Dean asked harshly. "I'm not doing anything wrong. You're the one who came looking for me."

Unthinkingly, Sam turned back around and was relieved to note that Dean had managed to get his clothes back in some semblance of order while Sam's eyes had been closed. "I was worried about you, asshole!" Sam shouted. "You and Cas just got married and you're already at each other's throats. I thought you would be at least a little bit upset about it. But no. I come out here to find you out of the goodness of my heart just so that I can be treated to the sight of you jerking off and then I get yelled at for my trouble." Sam huffed. "Thanks, dude. Thanks a lot."

Dean crossed his arms defensively. "I know Cas better than anyone. We aren't at each other's throats and he's definitely not pissed at me over that stupid dance if that's what's going through that freakishly large head of yours." Dean sighed and looked down at his feet, scuffing one of his shoes through the dirt. "Cas is afraid of sex, okay? He was just looking for an excuse to get away from everyone and clear his head, and I just happened to be the lucky son of a bitch who provided one. Cas's been avoiding the issue, so he just needs to get his fucking head straightened out and we'll be fine." Dean sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than his brother.

Sam just gaped at him. This was all about sex? Seriously?

"I just…" Dean continued. "I know Cas is gonna come find me soon, once he figures everything out, and I just figured I'd better…" He closed his fist and made a jerking motion with his hand. "…you know, so that I don't come the minute he…"

Sam cut him off. "Jesus Christ, Dean!" he shrieked. "I don't want to hear that shit."

Dean opened his mouth to say something that was probably going to make Sam want to… well, he couldn't think of anything that would be physically damaging enough to match the wound Dean had just inflicted to his psyche. Before Dean could say even one word, however, a strange gust of wind blew through the trees above them, followed by the sound of flapping wings and a wind-swept Castiel coming to a shaky landing behind Sam.

Sam spun around and was almost unable to repress a shiver at the look he saw in the angel's eyes. Castiel's blue eyes were supremely focused and even though none of that concentration was resting on him, Sam still found just witnessing it a bit unnerving. "Dean." Castiel's voice was deeper than usual and he had a tone of command that was usually absent.

Sam didn't realize that Dean was moving until his brother stepped past him and into the angel's arms. Dean put one hand on Cas's face and tilted it toward him. "Feeling better now?" he asked tenderly. Sam looked away, sure that he wasn't supposed to be witnessing this moment between Dean and Castiel.

"Yes, Dean, I have mentally prepared myself. I am ready for sexual congress." Sam's eye twitched as the words 'sexual congress' escaped the Castiel's lips. What had he done to deserve this? Sam looked back a moment later, just in time to see the angel wrap his arms firmly around Dean and then Cas's wings were snapping out and, with seemingly little effort, Castiel was taking off into the sky.

Castiel was once again buzzing with nervous anticipation. He had been so sure of himself when he had carried Dean away from Sam. His talk with Gabriel had dispelled some of the tension and apprehension he had been feeling, but it had been what felt like a considerable amount of time since then and Castiel could feel the anxiety clouding his senses once more.

Castiel's lips were on Dean's the moment he landed them safely in their new bedroom. This, at least, was something he could do without fear. The angel and his lover had practiced kissing extensively in the time since the curse had been broken and, based on Dean's reactions to it, Castiel had concluded that this was one aspect of sex that his inexperience could not get in the way of. Castiel poured himself into the kiss with single-minded determination and was gratified when he felt Dean respond automatically. Dean rolled his lover's bottom lip between his teeth and when the angel's lips parted in a gasp, slipped his tongue in to press against Castiel's.

Castiel moaned, feeling himself harden as Dean took control of the kiss and ground his erection against the angel. Dean started guiding Castiel back toward the bed, stripping them of their clothing as they went. The angel was too lost in the sensations to panic, but when he felt the backs of his (now bare) legs hit the bed, he pulled his lips from Dean's.

Castiel's eyes widened in anxiety and he froze as Dean attempted to push him back onto the bed. "Dean," he gasped.

When Dean opened his eyes and noticed the expression on Castiel's face, he stopped his advances immediately. "Cas…" He seemed to be at a loss for words.

The angel saw the confusion on his lover's face, but it was the self-blame—as though Dean thought that he had hurt Castiel—that somehow quelled Castiel's nerves enough that he could speak. "Dean, it is nothing you have done. It is simply… You are aware that I have never done this before and as this is the case, I have never had occasion to see a human body outside of my anatomy texts. If I may familiarize myself with your form before we proceed…" Castiel trailed off, unsure how to ask Dean exactly what he needed to ask.

Dean smiled in relief. "Of course, Cas." He put his hands on Castiel's arms and reversed their positions so that the angel was now facing the bed. Leaning forward, Dean placed a chaste kiss on Castiel's lips before lying down on the bed and moving back until his head was on the pillows. Castiel was unable to suppress a shudder at the sight of a naked Dean spread out on their bed before him. The lust and love and possessiveness it engendered—his human, his Dean—startled him. Castiel stared at Dean and wondered why this situation called forth such emotions when the other time he had seen Dean in such a state, it had not.

"Cas." Dean looked at him worriedly and propped himself up on his elbows. "You okay?"

Castiel nodded and looked at Dean hungrily for only a moment longer before crawling onto the bed beside his lover. He settled on his knees by Dean's right shoulder, carefully folding his wings into a comfortable position on his back. His eyes lit with anticipation at the thought of touching Dean, but still he hesitated as he reached a hand toward Dean's face. But then his fingers met the softness of his lover's hair and all of Castiel's hesitation left him. The short strands teased his skin, at once so similar and so different from the fur that had once covered Dean's body. He moved his hands down to the arc of his human's brow and down his nose, and then brushed his fingertips over a cheekbone and watched with fascination as Dean closed his eyes and turned his head into the contact. Finally he traced those perfect lips—the ones that gave Castiel so much pleasure, whether it was a kiss or a smile Dean used them for—with a touch that was barely there.

Dean held his breath as Castiel moved his hands over his jaw (the angel noted that, for once, stubble was not present and could not decide if he was pleased or disappointed) before trailing his fingers down the column of his neck. Castiel traced the pattern of the anti-possession tattoo on Dean's upper chest. Dean arced up when Castiel's fingertips brushed over one of his nipples, causing the angel to stop moving and tilt his head to the side. Dean's reactions to his touch fascinated him. He touched Dean's nipple again and gasped when it hardened into a tight peak.

Castiel glanced over at Dean's face and sat back immediately when he noticed that his lover was breathing harshly as though in pain. "Dean," he said. "Am I causing you pain?"

Dean slowly opened his eyes and the heat Castiel saw there made his blood boil. "Fuck, Cas, don't stop," he panted. "You're driving me fucking crazy."

Castiel's lips twitched and he leaned forward again to place his hands—both of them this time—back on Dean's chest. The nipple he had been touching had softened some and Castiel was unable to keep himself from attempting to make it harden once more. When it had, he turned his attention to the other, rolling it between his fingers. Dean cried out this time and if Castiel hadn't previously been assured that this wasn't painful for Dean, he would have jerked away from his lover once more. Castiel took a deep breath and looked into Dean's barely open eyes as he asked, "Dean, may I taste as well as touch?" He was slightly nervous as he waited in anticipation for Dean's answer. He really wanted to know the taste of his human, but he would resist such urges if they made Dean uncomfortable.

He needn't have been worried. His question was barely out before Dean gasped, "Fuck yes, Cas."

Castiel leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one of Dean's peaks, relishing the moan it brought out of his lover. Dean tasted slightly salty, like sweat, but there was also a musky flavor that Castiel was unable to name. He stayed there for a moment, simply savoring the taste of his human, but soon enough he was curious once more and began trailing his hands down over Dean's stomach. He tensed and his muscles trembled under Castiel's fingers as they moved downward. Castiel knew what Dean was anticipating. From his readings, he had learned that the penis was the central stimulation point on the male body. He also knew from his recent attempts at self-stimulation, that the simplest of touches could induce orgasm. Since sex required penetration of some sort—and Castiel assumed that, for this first time at least, Dean would be doing the penetrating—for which a state of arousal had to be maintained, Castiel concluded that allowing Dean to ejaculate so soon was probably not the wisest course of action. And so, he lingered on Dean's hips, sucking lightly on one hip bone while caressing the other softly with his fingertips, and then completely bypassed Dean's erection as he continued his explorations.

Dean growled in complaint when he realized what had happened, but Castiel ignored him. Instead he extended one of his wings so that he could brush his feathers over the arch of Dean's foot while one of his hands ran down the inside of Dean's thigh. Dean jerked his foot away from Castiel's touch while simultaneously trying to move his dick toward the angel's hand. "You are ticklish," Castiel observed.

"Cas," Dean moaned. "Just fucking touch me already."

Castiel opened his mouth to point out that he was touching Dean, but stopped when he realized that Dean had meant he wanted Castiel to touch his penis. He looked down at said organ and then at his own. They were quite similar with only minor differences and yet, somehow, Castiel thought that Dean's must be much more aesthetically pleasing than his own. "You are beautiful, Dean," he murmured, licking his lips.

Dean groaned. "God, Cas, I fucking swear if you don't stop having a fucking staring contest with my dick right the fuck now, I'm gonna…"

Dean's threat turned into a gasp when Castiel reached out, one finger extended to swipe the small bead of moisture from the slit. He stared at the droplet on his finger for a moment before lifting his hand to taste it. Castiel met Dean's eyes with his own and could see that his pupils were blown wide, swallowing the green. Dean's reaction to him sent another rush of blood to his already aching erection and he licked his lips once more, saying huskily, "I like it."

Dean moved swiftly, pushing Castiel down onto the bed. The angel shuddered at the care Dean took to pull his wings out into a comfortable position and that gesture more than anything made him ready for more. Castiel parted his legs easily when Dean pulled at his knees and moved between them. Dean leaned over and grabbed the jar of lubrication from the bedside table, setting it between his knees to keep it from tipping over. Castiel tipped his head forward to watch as Dean dipped his fingers into the container and then reached forward to press them against his hole.

Castiel's muscles tightened instinctively and Dean's attempts to push into him did not make much progress. "Cas, you gotta relax for me." He tried again with no success. "Please, Cas."

Castiel forced his muscles to loosen and Dean's finger quickly slipped into him. Dean pushed his finger in and out of Castiel a few times before adding a second one. Castiel squirmed a bit at the sensation. The feeling of Dean's fingers inside of him wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn't completely pleasurable either. Dean pressed the fingers deeper into Castiel. He seemed to search around for a moment before he touched something that caused Castiel's back to arch and his hands to clutch at the sheets. Dean pulled out a bit and scissored his fingers to stretch Castiel a bit wider before thrusting back in with three.

Castiel was trembling with anticipation by the time Dean finally finished preparing him and pulled all the way out. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Dean scooped some more of the lubricant out of the jar before placing it back on the table. Dean took hold of his erection in one hand and pumped his fist a few times to properly lubricate it. And then, he was over Castiel. The angel gasped as he felt Dean's penis nudge at his entrance and Dean pushed slowly forward until the head breached the tight ring of muscle. Castiel whimpered but didn't protest when Dean pressed forward, moving at a deliberately unhurried pace until he was completely sheathed inside of Castiel.

Dean held himself still for a moment while Castiel adjusted to the feeling of them being joined and the angel couldn't help but be grateful for it. The experience was… overwhelming, to say the least. His human was inside of him. The thought made him groan and buck his hips.

Castiel's movement drew a stunned gasp from his lover and then Dean was moving over him and in him and he was swept away in a flurry of sensations. It seemed that all he could do was hold on for the ride as Dean pushed into him over and over. Castiel's back arched and he cried out as Dean changed the angle slightly so that he was hitting that spot inside of him with every thrust. Castiel knew that he was moments away from coming and, desiring to link them emotionally as well as physically, he trailed his hand up Dean's back from hip to shoulder before slotting his fingers into the handprint.

The world exploded around Castiel as their souls became one and when he resurfaced moments later, he felt warm and sated, wrapped up in his human's arms. Somehow, Dean had maneuvered them so that Castiel was draped over his chest, his ear pressed right over Dean's heart. The angel listened to Dean's heartbeat as he waited for his breathing to calm and then lifted his head to look at Dean. His lover gave him a sleepy smile and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Fuck, Cas, that was amazing." Dean pressed a kiss into Castiel's hair. "God, I love you so much."

Castiel smiled and tucked his face back into Dean's chest. "I love you too, Dean," he murmured. Castiel kissed the spot over Dean's heart and they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Adam woke up the next morning and was upset when he discovered that Michael was no longer in bed with him. He had gotten used to having the warmth of another body next to him when he woke up and he really didn't like waking up to find it gone.

Adam sighed and rolled onto his back, throwing one of his arms up over his eyes in an attempt to block out the sun that was now streaming through the windows. How could it be that he had gotten so used to sleeping with someone else so quickly? They had only been sharing a bed (in an unfortunately non-sexual way) for about three weeks now and already, Adam was sure that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep without Michael's comforting warmth surrounding him.

He chuckled a little bit. Adam would have never guessed that this would happen to him someday. Here he was, one hundred and sixty-eight years old and falling in love for the first time with a hardened ex-soldier of all people. Life was fucking surreal some days.

Adam wondered what he and his brothers had done to deserve having their lives turned into a god damned fairytale. It hadn't been so completely obvious to him while it was all happening, but now that things were slowing down and turning into 'happily ever fucking after', he had to admit that he was seeing the commonalities between their situation and those Sam had read to him when he was still young enough for bedtime stories. And then there were those other types of fairytales…

Adam felt his dick harden and sighed again. The book he had found in his dad's study had been filled with fairytales, but there hadn't been any similarities between them and the ones he had heard as a child. Well, aside from a few plot points that is. It was the only book he had ever seen of its kind but even though it had been years since he had seen it, the thought of the pictures…

Adam shook his head. There was no point to having these thoughts when he was sure that the minute he tried to do something about them, someone—Oh god, please, not Michael!—would burst into the room to tell him that breakfast was ready or that there was some fucking emergency that couldn't wait the five minutes it would take him to…

Getting up now! Adam ordered himself urgently, forcing himself to get out of bed and away from his lascivious thoughts. He went through his morning routine, making sure to douse himself in cold water to get his body on the same track as his mind. Adam shuddered as his erection painfully deflated before drying himself off and getting dressed.

Adam made his way down to the dining room, even though he was sure that he would end up eating breakfast alone, but to his surprise, everyone was waiting for him. Dean and Castiel were looking deliriously happy together, their heads bent towards one another and their fingers twined together on the table. Gabriel was trying to put the parts of his meal that he didn't like on Sam's plate and Sam was giving him a lecture on healthy breakfast habits. When Adam looked closer though, he could see that Gabriel had one leg hooked around Sam's under the table. Even Bobby was looking both happy and amused as he watched the couples while he ate his breakfast.

Then Adam saw Michael smile at him and he couldn't help thinking that he didn't mind if his life turned out to be a fairytale, as long as it was a dirty one.

A/N: Okay, so that's done. It's finished BUT I will be writing more in this 'verse. I will most likely be posting them as separate stories, so be on the lookout for those. I'm not making any promises but I do have a list of stories that will take place in this 'verse including: a Adam/Michael one-shot about their first time, a prequel about how Sam/Gabriel got together (thank you tmmdeathwishraven for the idea), as well as a Bobby-centric story about how he gets grandchildren (haven't quite figured that one out yet). If you have any requests for other stories in this 'verse, please let me know and I will try to write it (if I feel that I can write it reasonably in character that is).

In other news, I am also considering making a podfic for I Am No Angel. If you guys can give me feedback on whether I should or shouldn't do so, it would be greatly appreciated.

As for what I'm planning on doing next, well, I will be finishing my Mysterious Ways 'Verse eventually and I have a new fic in the works for SPN (Dean/Cas, of course) as well as one for Star Trek XI (because Kirk and Spock are made for each other in any universe), so if any of you are interested in reading those, I'll have the first chapters up as soon as I write them.

Goodbye for now, everyone! I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have. XD