AN: Okay, now as you near the end of this chapter, you might find yourself thinking 'WTF, that person is dead! Them getting killed was even an important plot point which affected the storyline!' Yeah... Well, what can I say. This is fanfiction. What is this world coming to when a fanfiction authoress can't make a dubious change to canon to revive a character they really liked? How many times has the same thing been done with characters like Bobby and Adam? So please don't hate on me for bringing back the people I have. Other than that, I hope I've done a better job of portraying Bobby this chapter. Please let me know what you think.

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Cas was probably the most special of them all. The angel definitely would be once they were bonded. As Dean's thumbs rubbed encouraging circles into Castiel's warm flesh, it suddenly struck him that this bonding would be like getting married, only a million times more binding. He'd never been married before. A memory surfaced in the back of his mind, of a time when he'd told Cas that he didn't think being married to him would be a bad thing. When he tried to imagine living the rest of his life without Cas, it just made his chest feel tight, and his grip on the angel's hips tightened as he arched his chest against the angel's front.

They'd come way too far together to go back to the way things had been before. If this relationship didn't work out, if they broke up now, he'd never see Cas again. He didn't want that. Fuck, anything but that! Dean reached his left hand up, burying his fingers in Castiel's perpetually dishevelled hair to pull him down for a hungry kiss. Cas let him do as he pleased for a while, before ruthlessly taking over, nipping at Dean's slightly stubbled jaw and growling possessively. The sound sent a pulse of molten heat straight to Dean's groin. The angel grabbed the hand which still clutched his hip, and pushed it into the feathers at the base of his left wing instead.

Dean smirked, and obediently stroked and pulled at the downy fluff, revelling in the hissed gasps each tug earned him. As his hand slid along the thick bone of Castiel's wing, the angel worked his way down Dean's chest. Cas paused at one of Dean's nipples, biting it roughly and making Dean yelp, before lathing it apologetically with his tongue, and gently sucking on the pink flesh. He moved on, kissing and flicking his tongue along Dean's ribs, then nosing at the fine trail of hair leading to the Hunter's groin. Dean groaned appreciatively when Cas sucked at his hairs. Nobody had ever done that to him before, it was shockingly arousing. Then, at long last, Castiel's mouth was where he needed it the most.

This was one thing Cas hadn't tried before. Until today, the angel had still tended to be a bit shy in bed, his lack of experience making him self-conscious. That insecurity was nowhere to be found now, as he did his best to mimic the things Dean had done for him in the past three months. It wouldn't have been healthy to suppress his morning sickness, but now that that phase of his pregnancy was mercifully over, Cas had no trouble at all suppressing his gag reflex. He effortlessly took Dean all the way in, right down to his balls, keeping his unnaturally blue eyes fixed on Dean's emerald gaze as he did it. The Hunter shouted a wordless cry of shock and pleasure which dragged into a low, filthy moan.

His hips rolled and bucked uncontrollably, but Cas made no effort to hold them still. Instead he manoeuvred Dean's legs over his shoulders, giving the Hunter more leverage to fuck his throat. He swallowed around the thick length each time the tip of it brushed the back of his throat. Each time Dean pulled back, Cas dipped his tongue into the slit before viciously sucking at the head. His stretched lips were smirking around Dean's length, the Hunter's unrestrained moans inciting him to meet Dean stroke for stroke. Just when Cas could sense that Dean was on the brink of losing himself, the angel pulled back, pinning the Hunter's hips down to stop them from following.

Dean whimpered, and he was too close to the edge to care. He was clutching at Castiel's wings for dear life, even as the oil which had gathered on them threatened his grip. Cas perched on his knees, and pulled Dean's hips until only his shoulders, head and arms were still touching the bed. Dean only had enough time to say "Cas, what the hell are you…!" before the angel's tongue was half inside his tight entrance, and he instantaneously lost the ability to speak. Cas growled his appreciation. Dean tasted like mild vanilla soap, with the slight saltiness of flushed skin. He toyed with the pale pink pucker, sucking, licking, and thrusting his tongue inside.

Dean was writhing and gasping, completely thrown by the unfamiliar sensations. The desperate little sounds escaping his lips were making Castiel's cock twitch. When Cas was finished using his tongue, he carefully lowered Dean back onto the bed. The angel started with a single finger, slicked with his own oil. He groaned when Dean's body accepted it easily, squeezing it and pulling the digit deeper inside. Leaning down to kiss Dean again, he swallowed the Hunter's groan as he suddenly added a second finger. He took his time preparing Dean, pumping and scissoring his fingers whilst purposely avoiding Dean's prostate, so he wouldn't cum too soon.

Dean was just about ready to snap and throw something at Cas by the time he put the third finger in, but not long after that the fingers were gone. The angel carefully aligned his erection, purple and swollen with neglect, at Dean's entrance. Cas watched as Dean nervously licked his lips, and his eyes softened with warmth and reassurance. "We don't have to do this if you're not sure, Dean. I'll still make you cum, but it doesn't have to be like this." Dean just shook his head, panting too hard for speech, and dug his heels into Castiel's back. He was nervous, sure, but he knew what he wanted, and he hadn't changed his mind. Cas nodded, gently held Dean's face in both hands while he kissed him, and pushed in slowly.

The angel paused when he was a third of the way in, letting Dean adjust to his size, and soothingly stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. The Hunter's shoulders were tense, but he was willing the rest of his muscles to relax. It didn't hurt exactly, but it ached dully, and a low burn was clawing at his lower back. After a few seconds of taking deep, controlled breaths, his muscles suddenly loosened, and Cas slowly slid home. The angel just barely bit back a grunt. "Dean, your ass is very tight!" The Hunter glared up at him. "It's not my ass that's the problem; you're just too fucking big! Who the hell has a dick that big anymore?" Cas gave a sharp, bark-like laugh. "Novaks do, apparently. Are you okay? Can I move now?"

Dean just rolled his hips in response, and smirked when the sensation made Cas cry out with pleasure. Cas instantly wiped the smirk from his face when he started slowly thrusting, shallow but powerful pumps hitting his prostate with deadly precision. "FUCK! What the fuck is that?! Nngh… Harder, Cas! Yes! Oh fuck… Cas… yes, yes!" Cas was surprised at how vocal Dean had gotten, he'd never been that loud when he was topping. It was tremendously gratifying. He rewarded Dean by bracing himself with his left arm. This let him deepen his thrusts, hitting the Hunter's little bundle of nerves even harder whilst still keeping his right hand on Dean's jaw.

Dean was clawing at his back with his thankfully blunt nails, and eagerly meeting him thrust for thrust, all apprehension long abandoned. Their pace was swiftly picking up. "Shit, Cas! Just like that… Fuck, so good! NGH!" When Dean's orgasm hit him, his hands splayed over Castiel's back, his right hand directly between the angel's shoulder-blades, over the back of his heart, and his other hand pulling down Castiel's lower back. Dean's walls clamped down tightly around the angel's length, triggering Castiel's own explosive release. There was a blindingly bright light, the unique colour of Mediterranean sunlight, which flared up around them. It grew until it filled the room, and burst out of the windows and the gap under the door.

Dean's universe shattered into a billion infinitesimal pieces. When his awareness returned, it felt different. In the back of his mind there was an unfamiliar sensation of warmth, and the low thrum of immense power. Dean's walls were still spasming, milking Cas for every hot, sticky drop, and the light slowly faded away to nothing. When the pleasure eventually dissipated to a dull burn, Cas flopped heavily on his side, onto the bed next to Dean, breathing hard and trembling. The last thought that flitted through Dean's mind before he passed out was, 'Fuck, I'm definitely more of a catcher. I did not see that coming.' He dimly heard Cas snort with amusement, but he was too exhausted to ask what was so funny.

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Sam choked on his coffee, spraying it all over the table and coughing. "Dean! What the hell happened to your face?" Dean just looked confused and a bit self-conscious, like he'd been caught walking around with toilet paper stuck to his shoe. "What do you mean, Sammy?" His little brother struggled for words, gave up, and then just pointed at a mirror in the hallway. Dean walked over to the large mirror, and finally saw what Sam had. On the left side of his face, on his jaw and the lower third of his cheek, there was a large, red handprint scar. On his face? Seriously? How was he supposed to shave now?

The mark's location was an indication of deep tenderness and love, but simultaneously it was also the sign of a possessive-streak a mile wide. Christ. He couldn't decide whether he was pissed at having his face marred, or if he was impossibly warmed and proud to have been claimed so blatantly, and by an angel no less. In the end he just huffed, a lopsided smile on his face. He liked the mark. Anyone who looked at him from now on would instantly know that someone had chosen him; that an angel wanted to spend eternity with him. He couldn't help but feel smug. Dean strutted into the kitchen, where Bobby was making breakfast and Gabriel was eating a bowl of some hopelessly sugary kiddies' cereal.

Gabe saw him first, and made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. After a few seconds, he gave a weak, forced smile. "Congratulations, Deano. I don't know how you talked him into it, but Cassie's mark looks good on you." Dean grinned broadly at him. "Thanks, Shortstack. I couldn't agree with you more. Wow, there's something I never thought I'd be saying to you." A dim pulse of disapproval shivered through the back of his mind, and Dean's brows furrowed briefly with uncertainty. Somehow he knew that the emotion hadn't been his own, but that just begged the question, whose was it?

Another wave swept through him, this time full of warmth and reassurance. Just like that, Dean recognised where it had come from. He followed the sensation back to its source, and found what felt like a mental tunnel. Dean tentatively pushed through, and after a few moments he found himself surrounded by blue warmth. 'Cas? Is that you?' Surprise and pleasure rippled through his body. No, through Castiel's body, but right now it felt as though this body was Dean's own. Love and pride brushed against his consciousness, and then he was being gently led back to his side of the tunnel. 'I'll explain later, Dean. Eat your breakfast, I can feel how hungry you are. I'll be downstairs soon.'

The presence retreated, but the tunnel was still there. Dean returned his focus to the world around him, only to find Bobby waving a hand in front of his face, looking concerned. Gabriel was gone. "What the hell did Feathers do to you?" Dean swatted his hand away. "I'm fine, Bobby. I was just wool-gathering. Do I get to have some of those eggs and rashers, or were you saving them for a special occasion?" Bobby didn't look convinced, but he let it drop, and started serving the food onto four plates. "Go get your brother and Feathers before the eggs get cold." Dean got up from his chair to do just that, but before he could get halfway to the door, both men walked in.

Sam looked around, and frowned. "Where did Gabe go? I didn't see him come back into the living room." Bobby didn't look up from scooping bacon out of the frying pan in his right hand, but he used the spatula to point at the back door. Sam looked uncertain, he wanted to seek out his lover and make sure Gabe was alright, but what if he wanted to be left alone? He jumped when he felt Cas lay a tentative hand on his shoulder. "He's on the roof, thinking. Just give him some time." Sam nodded hesitantly. "What happened?" Cas sighed, the pitying look in his eyes making Sam feel a little uncomfortable. "Seeing Dean's mark, and watching him explore the telepathic aspect of our new bond, upset him."

Sam's face fell as understanding dawned on him like a punch to his gut. Whatever this bond thing was, Gabe had just been vividly reminded of another thing he could never have with his Moose. Sam wanted to hate God, for making Lucifer, for setting into motion all of the events which would end with him and Gabe not being able to give each other a family. But, then he might have to hate God for making Gabriel too, and that just wasn't something he was capable of doing. If it was like this now, what would it be like when Cas started really showing? Would he even be able to feel happy for his brother?

That thought made him feel guilty, because he knew that if their situations were reversed, Dean would've genuinely felt happy for him even as he felt sad for his own inability to have children with his lover. Emotionally drained, Sam sat at the table and sullenly picked at his breakfast. Bobby finished dishing up and putting the things he'd used to make breakfast in the sink, and sat down to eat with them. "So, you going to tell me what that scar's doing on your face, or did you want me to guess?" Dean beamed at him. "Cas and I got angel-married!" One side of Castiel's lips twitched up in a smile at Dean's excitement.

Bobby just stared at him as though he'd grown a second head. "His Grace and my soul got all bonded up into one thing, and now we're both sharing it. I can feel Cas in the back of my head. It's awesome. Hey Cas, you said my soul would leave a scar on you too, right? Where did I mark you?" Cas blushed, and dipped his head. 'Cas? You okay?' The angel met Dean's curious gaze, and replied along their link. A feeling of nakedness, of revealing something extremely intimate, washed over Dean, making him squirm self-consciously in his seat. 'If it's that private, then why did you leave mine on my face? It's like I'm walking around without pants on!'

Castiel's expression looked sheepish, but Dean could feel an overwhelming sense of possessiveness well up inside the angel. Dean groaned, half-heartedly wondering what he'd gotten himself into. That thought was met with a pulse of uncertainty from Cas, and Dean realised that the angel had heard him. He flooded their link with love and reassurance. 'No regrets, Cas. I'll never regret you.' The angel visibly relaxed, and smiled warmly at Dean. 'Where did I leave my mark, though?' Cas smirked, and sent him an image of the angel's back.

There, directly between the bases of his wings, and over the back of his heart, was a large red handprint scar. The sight felt surprisingly intimate; Dean found himself feeling glad that nobody else could see it. He was quite glad for the whole world to know Cas was his, that wasn't the issue. It was just too personal, something special to be kept just between the two of them. The whole exchange only took a few seconds. "Don't you idjits think you're moving a bit fast? It sounds like you've made one hell of a commitment. I thought you knew better than to jump into things involving your soul."

Dean just rolled his eyes at the grouchy old Hunter. "It's not like I've made another demon-deal, Bobby. Besides, it's all completely mutual. I can use Castiel's Grace now. I can smite things!" Bobby's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're telling me there are no potential drawbacks to this situation?" Dean's expression hardened. "None that weren't already there. I didn't rush into anything, Bobby. I've known Cas for four years, and in six months he's going to have my kid. It was about time I made an honest angel out of him. There's no point in arguing, either. The bond is irreversible, so it's too late to try to talk me out of it." Bobby glowered at him, and Dean looked away.

He was hurting. Bobby was like a father to him, and knowing that he didn't have the old Hunter's support in this was painful. Cas and him weren't too big on public displays of affection, but for the last three months they'd been even more in each others' pockets than usual. It had seemed like Bobby was getting used to it, he'd certainly been acting like he was more at ease with the idea. Maybe Dean had been wrong about that. Maybe he'd only been seeing what he'd wanted to see. Sam watched them, not sure what to do, the tense atmosphere making him uncomfortable. Cas came over to stand next to Dean, and gently kissed his temple.

Dean relaxed against him, still staring at the table, and sent his gratitude through their link. Cas replied with an image, of a traditional back-yard wedding with them at the altar, and various friends and acquaintances in attendance, and Dean could feel the question behind it. The Hunter beamed up at him, and replied with his approval. The corners of Castiel's mouth lifted up in a shy smile, and the angel turned to Bobby. "Due to the nature of the bonding ceremony, it only would've been highly uncomfortable to have anyone else present. We'd be honoured if you'd lend us your home for a more traditional wedding, and it would mean a great deal to the both of us if you'd both be willing to attend."

He hesitated to voice his next thought, but Dean gave him an encouraging nod. Cas smiled a little wider, and even though it made him blush, he spoke his mind. "We wish to include the people who are important to us in our union. We'd like for our family and friends to celebrate with us." Bobby's expression softened, and he leaned back in his chair. "Damn straight you're having a proper ceremony. Damn idjits running off and getting Vegas-hitched to angels without a word to anybody…" Dean's eyes shot to Bobby's face, surprise and happiness flooding through him.

That was why Bobby had been upset? Not because Dean had done something with his soul again, but because he'd gotten married without Bobby there? Well, that was perfectly understandable. He probably should have seen it coming. "Hey guys?" Everyone turned to look at Sam. " Do you think… Would it be okay to have a double wedding?" Dean's and Bobby's eyebrows shot to their hairline, but Cas just smiled at him. Dean spoke first. "You and Gabe? Have you asked him yet?" Sam blushed, and scratched at a mark on the table. "Well, not yet… I thought I'd ask you first, since it was your idea. You don't have to, I mean it's your big day."

Dean grinned. 'You okay with it, Cas?' His reply was a strong wave of approval. "Cas and I would love to share our big day with you two. Go ask Gabe." Sam beamed at him, but soon his expression fell, and he just looked extremely nervous. "Do you think he'll say yes?" Dean didn't get a chance to reply. As soon as the words had left Sam's lips, Gabe had popped into the kitchen and grabbed Sam in a bear-hug, before pulling him down to cover his face with butterfly kisses, gasping out a frantic 'Yes!' after every kiss, tears streaming down his face. Dean and Cas shared wide smiles and a kiss of their own, and Bobby did his best to hide his own grin, but failed.

They spent the rest of the day making plans. Bobby would be the photographer, and receive any gifts. Gabe was in charge of the decorations, the entertainment, their suits, and the catering. They made him promise to have at least some foods which weren't sickly sweet. The guest list was tricky. They couldn't invite people who'd be too likely to kill any of the other guests. For their own safety, only a few humans could be invited. Cas wanted Meg there, and Dean wanted Benny Lafitte to attend. Sam suggested Amy Pond, and Gabe asked if Thor could come.

When the others looked at him with scepticism, he pointed out that they were old drinking buddies, and although Thor had known he wasn't the real Loki, he'd kept his mouth shut. When Dean glanced worriedly at Cas, Gabe added, "He liked me better, the original Loki was half insane long before I put him down and took over. Also, Lucifer killed his dad, Odin, and Sam locked Luci up, so Thor owes him one. Besides, he actually likes Cas for letting out the Leviathans. He hasn't had something that challenging to kill in centuries; he's having the time of his life. He got bored of killing humans decades ago." Dean looked relieved, Sam seemed uncertain what to do with that information, and Cas just looked slightly chagrined.

With those four guests decided, the only Hunters they felt comfortable inviting were Garth Fitzgerald IV and Krissy Chambers. If they could make them promise not to kill any of the other guests, they could trust them to keep their word. Dean even suggested asking Garth to officiate, since Bobby wasn't big on public speaking, and Garth would be sure to keep everyone entertained. The only other humans they decided to invite were Charlie Bradbury, Jody Mills, and the Trans, Linda and Kevin. They argued for a few minutes about whether or not it was safe to invite Samandriel, but in the end they agreed to put him on the guest list. They decided to skip the traditional newspaper announcement.

Dean was in charge of tracking down all of their guests, to give them their invitations. Gabriel would be helping him, and offering his angelic transportation services to the guests. Cas volunteered to make the invitations, claiming that calligraphy was one of his strong suits. Dean helped him come up with the post script: 'By accepting this invitation, you are agreeing to abide by the rules. Whilst on the property of Bobby Singer, there will be no insults, stabbings, threats, weapons, exorcisms, sigils, incantations, or assaults, and absolutely no killing whatsoever. All weapons and grudges are to be left at the door. Any guest who breaks these rules will be forcefully evicted.'

Sam volunteered to supervise Gabriel, and act as taste-tester for the catering, which everyone agreed was an excellent idea. Nobody could keep the archangel in line better than Sam could. He was also in charge of choosing the music, and helping Dean clean up Bobby's yard. Picking a date was a little tricky. They had to give their guests at least some notice, even if the majority of their guests had very flexible schedules. Some of them, like Amy and Benny, might need to make special arrangements for their own catering. Others, like Krissy, might need travel-time. They couldn't wait too long though, and risk their guests noticing Castiel's condition. In the end, they decided on five weeks. It would be a June wedding.

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Sam and Dean came back from town the next day, with matching grins, as well as matching jewellery boxes in their pockets. Sure, it would've been much cheaper to just get the angels to mojo some rings, but there were still some things which were just best done the old-fashioned way. It wasn't easy for Dean to hide the purchase from Cas, their bond was still new and raw, and he was still figuring out how to control it. Cas was good about honouring his requests for privacy though, and didn't stray from his side of the connection uninvited. The angel might have been upset, but he could sense Dean's excitement and happiness spilling through, and that was more than enough to placate him.

The only time Cas disregarded this unspoken rule was a week later. They were all eating dinner when the angel quietly gasped, and then Dean felt himself being eagerly pulled through their bond, and directed to wait for it… Dean was a little bewildered, but he knew Cas wouldn't have done this without a good reason, so he patiently did as the angel had asked. He wasn't sure what it was, the first time he felt it. It was so subtle; he could almost believe that he'd imagined it. Then he felt it again. It was a tiny flutter, like there was a moth trapped inside Cas. The angel had felt their baby move for the first time, and now he was sharing the experience with Dean.

The Hunter had never been gladder that he'd chosen to make the bond with Cas. He would have done it for that experience alone. When Dean's mind returned to his body, and his focus returned to the room around him, he was staring at Cas, and there were tears streaming down his face. He didn't even care. He couldn't stop grinning, and crying. His chest felt like it could burst at any second, and Castiel's giddy awe was washing over him in warm, velvety waves. It was a perfect moment. The other three men in the room were staring at him, confused and shocked, but all he saw was Cas. Thank God for not needing words, he was terrible at using them. Instead, he just shared his love, gratitude, and joy through their bond.

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AN: Ehehehe, so clearly Sam totally forgot about the supernaturally good hearing of celestial beings. :-D Please review! I need no other rewards for nommy bonding smut! Even just a couple of words, they always brighten my day! ^_^