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So I know I said this chapter would be about Avalon but that will be in the NEXT chapter.

This chapter will be long and kinda pointless. I basically wrote it to get a feel of the characters before I move on to the main plot. I haven't written much about Michael or Lucifer so please let me know if you like them. And It is all freewrite…I don't know what's going to happen as it progresses. LOL.

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Chapter 26: Dust in the Wind; Part Two:

"Are we really doing this?" Lucifer asked as he walked into the Throne Room to meet with the three other archangels. He arched an eyebrow at Michael, who was standing stiffly in faded blue jeans, a navy blue t-shirt with a dark green jacket over it. His face was emotionless as he waited beside Castiel and Gabriel, who were talking about where they should enter the realm from.

"Yes we are," Michael said, walking over to what looked like a large treasure chest made of wood with gold trim scattered with gems. Michael opened it and reached inside to pull out a blade.

"What is that?" Castiel asked, turning to see the blade that was around the same size as an angel blade. It was almost shaped the same except for the fact that the blade curved in the middle to create somewhat of a spiral. There was somewhat of a glow protruding from the tip. It was a shimmering metallic silver.

"This is a special blade made to kill or weaken the fae," Michael said, tossing one over to Gabriel.

Gabriel inspected it "Haven't seen one of these in years…where did you get them?"

Michael pulled another one out to toss to Castiel, who caught it easily.

"Father had them made," Michael said "He says that no human will just wake with traits of fairy without something serious going on."

"What do you mean?" Lucifer asked, walking over to his brother.

Michael pulled out the last two blades. He held one out to Lucifer "He thinks Oberon might be trying to start a plague on humans."

Lucifer took the blade and hissed slightly when it burned into his skin.

Michael arched an eyebrow "Still have some of your Hell taint?" his voice was bitter.

Lucifer glared at him before sliding the blade into his leather jacket. He knew that was the reason…the blades were not meant for anything from Hell to touch. The steel was incredibly blessed so it could weaken those from another realm.

"Before you two start another hissy fit, I must say that I don't think Oberon would be capable of something like this," Gabriel stated, letting his golden and bronze wings sway behind him.

"I believe Oberon capable of anything," Castiel said, remembering the battle that he had seen play out in Avalon before. The fairies and other creatures of the realm were brutal.

"Can we please go and see the little man-fairy before we leave?" Lucifer asked, his voice rising in excitement. He stuck his tongue out when Castiel glowered at him.

"Did you touch his soul to see if this actually is a fairy problem?" Michael asked, ignoring Lucifer.

Castiel stared down; he didn't want to do that to Dean. It was far too painful. He shook his head "I just assumed. He has the wings."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean it's the fae," Michael pointed out "It could be something as simple as a trickster doing it."

"Hey!" Gabriel defended "Tricksters are not simple."

"I think you should check him before we do this," Michael said "I know you don't want to…if you want, I'll do it."

Castiel narrowed his eyes at him "Don't touch him," he growled.

"Hey, I'm trying to help you out. If you want to be disrespectful, I will turn around right now and you can deal with the fairy problem on your own," Michael snapped.

"Whoa someone is crabby," Lucifer mumbled "Don't worry Cassie. Dean will be fine. Michael is just saying he will do it so Dean will be pissed at Michael and not you."

Castiel just stared at Lucifer but reluctantly nodded. He knew he was literally incapable of doing that to Dean. He wouldn't be able to even if he had to. He didn't want to be the one to cause pain like it.

"I have done this many, many times Castiel. I know the tricks to make it less painful," Michael said sincerely.

Castiel sighed and nodded.

"Great! Now where are the hunters who saved the world?" Lucifer asked, clapping his hands together before rubbing them. His eyes were lit with excitement.

"I don't want him there. That will just cause problems…Dean and Sam both want him dead," Castiel said, pointing to Lucifer.

"What? Oh come on," Lucifer whined. He turned to Michael "Please don't tell me you're going to listen to this little angel."

"He is right. We need Dean to be as comfortable as possible," Michael said.

"I can't believe your siding with them," Lucifer said, crossing his arms "Assbutt," he muttered.

"Excuse me?" Michael growled, turning to Lucifer.

"Ass. Butt." Lucifer said, pronouncing each word with emphasis.

Michael ground his teeth but ignored him "Castiel do you know where they are?"

"They should be on their way to Bobby Singers," Castiel said.

"Hello," Gabriel suddenly said "Where are you?"

Castiel, Michael and Lucifer all turned to see Gabriel holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm in Heaven, moose," Gabriel said into the phone…"Yes I have service."…"Because I'm just that good now where are you?"… "He is what?"…

Gabriel chuckled as he hung up the phone and turned to his brothers "What?" he asked.

"Since when do you use a cell phone?" Castiel asked.

"Cassie dear, I've been on Earth much longer than you," Gabriel said "Now you two follow me," he said pointing to Michael and Castiel.

"What about me?" Lucifer asked with a fake pout.

"We will call for you when we are about to leave," Gabriel said. He grabbed onto the sleeves of Michael and Castiel and closed his eyes.

Lucifer jumped forward at the last second and latched onto the tan trench coat.

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"Who was that?" Dean asked as Sam hung up the phone. They were on the highway to get to Bobby's house.

"Gabriel," Sam said.

"What the hell does he want?" Dean muttered.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you being such a douche?" Sam asked, feeling annoyed.

"I don't know. Perhaps it's because I have effing fairy wings on my back that hurt like hell!" Dean hissed.

"Then let them out of your jacket," Sam said "Common sense."

"What so you can just laugh whenever you see me?" Dean said angrily as he pressed on the pedal to drive faster. His eyes felt weird and he was seeing so many things differently. The sun was too bright, the sky too blue. The trees and grass were too green and everything seemed to be emanating with a soft discoloring.

He turned back to Sam, who seemed to be glowing with a deep red around his body. Dean just stared and for some reason, knowledge was pressing into his brain…like he knew exactly what the color around Sam meant. It was weird "Talk about self-confidence," Dean muttered.

"What?" Sam asked, turning confused eyes to Dean.

"Shi-" Dean hissed when the car started to fill with a soft white light. Suddenly the entire car burst into the brightest white light Dean had ever seen. It beamed through all the windows and Dean felt blinded for a moment. He winced and covered his eyes with his hands. He groaned when he felt his wings tear through his jacket and spring out as if they were a defense mechanism.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, noticing Dean cover his face. Sam quickly grabbed the wheel just a he felt a weight on his lap. He darted eyes to Gabriel, who was sitting on his lap facing him. Gabriel snapped his fingers and the engine shut off. Sam turned the wheel so the Impala moved to the side of the road.

Dean blinked a few times and rubbed at his eyes as they tried to focus after that bright light. He already knew that the light was from angels but he didn't know why or how he knew that. He whipped his head around to see Gabriel sitting on Sam's lap.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean suddenly growled when he noticed Lucifer stuffed in the backseat with Castiel and Michael.

"Luci!" Gabriel said "I told you to stay back."

Lucifer grinned and started to laugh when he saw the wings protruding from Dean's back.

Dean clenched his fists and stepped out of the Impala, slamming the door in the process. In a flash, Castiel was beside him.

"I'm sorry Dean. I tried to make them stay back," Castiel said sincerely and Dean just stared as he noticed a bright yet soft glow radiating around Castiel…light, soft pinks and cool blues were just barely noticeable in the white. Dean felt his throat become dry when he literally felt the way Castiel was feeling. He was so compassionate and loving and caring and it was overwhelming how strong those emotions protruded from the colors around him.

"What are you looking at?" Castiel asked, his deep midnight wings twitching. That was when Dean noticed that brighter energies coming from the wings.

"Y-you're like…glowing white. I thought I was going to go blind when you four idiots showed up in the car," Dean said, glancing to the Impala where Michael and Lucifer were hissing at each other, each glowing with the bright white that seemed to radiate around the angels. There was hints of gold and royal blue in Michael's color and Dean instantly knew what it meant…he still didn't understand how but all he knew was that Michael was good and safe. It made him feel more at ease. Lucifer, though, had darkness in his white that Dean suspected was from Hell. He was surprised though to see the colors of in it…a blue that was just a slightly lighter than Michael's…like he cared a lot about his brother.

"Wait? What does this glow look like? Is it everywhere or just around the angels?" Castiel asked, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean stared up into those eyes and felt lost for a moment "I see it on everyone…it's a little different for each person."

Castiel smiled and Dean could see a light reddish color start to show a little more but he tilted his head "Are they like auras?"

"Auras?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded "Fairies sometimes have the ability to see energies other beings do not. I can see auras only sometimes."

"Huh," Dean said.

"What do you see on Sam?" Castiel asked, turning to stare at Sam.

Dean glanced over and his nose wrinkled in disgust as he saw Gabriel still pressed against Sam on the Impala. He was about to shout at them to get away from his baby but Castiel held up a hand "What do you see?"

Dean ground his teeth and tried to see but Gabriel's bright angel-white and trickster bright yellow seemed overwhelming "I don't know. Can't see past stupid Gabriel's colors."

"What about my colors?" Gabriel suddenly asked with a smirk on his face as he turned to face them.

"Sam is clear red and light pink," Dean said, feeling his stomach curl when the meaning of those colors formed his mind. Sam was very much in love and lusting for Gabriel and it was making Dean feel sick.

Castiel nodded "He is."

"Wait, are you saying you can see auras?" Sam asked, his voice rising in excitement "That is so cool!"

"Nerd," Dean muttered.

"Shut the hell up! Get away from me," Michael's voice suddenly snapped.

"Aw come on Mikie," Lucifer said as Michael began to walk away "Why do you keep bringing Hell up? Are you ever gonna' let me live it down?"

Michael stormed over to Dean "Dean, I need you to sit still for a moment," he said, his voice lower and kind.

"What? Why?" Dean asked, taking a step back, feeling his body relax when his angel's arms closed around him.

"Dean…he is going to touch your soul," Castiel said softly.

Dean's heart skipped and beat and he yanked himself out of Castiel's eyes "No way!" he growled, his wings flailing in a bruise purple color behind him. He had noticed that he was losing the brighter colors as dark shades of blue and purple were taking over. He was at least thankful they weren't rainbows anymore.

"Please Dean…we have to check for the fairy part," Castiel said "We need to be sure that's what it is before we go to Avalon."

"No," Dean said bitterly, feeling anger pulse through him when he realized everyone was against him. He turned to Sam "Sammy?" he asked.

"Why do you need to do that?" Sam asked, clearly remembering what the process felt like. He really didn't believe anyone should have to go through that unless it was fully necessary.

"Avalon is an extremely dangerous realm to us angels and if we go there, we want to make sure there is probably reasoning," Michael said "Fairies don't like us very much."

Dean scoffed "I wonder why," he felt a growl vibrate in his throat when Michael took a step closer. He paused, wondering where that sound came from. He had only ever heard that from demons or extremely ticked off angels.

"Why can't you do it?" Dean asked, turning to meet those inhuman blue eyes.

Castiel stared down as if ashamed "I can't, Dean. I am too emotionally attached and the idea of causing you pain will distract me and you could get killed," he said in a low tone.

"No, nobody is touchin' my soul," Dean snapped "Just like I don't like people reading it..." he specifically looked at Michael when he remembered that random night he had shown up in the motel room just to read Dean's soul.

Michael was watching him passively "You can allow me to do this or we will have to force it," he said in a flat tone "the latter is very dangerous, must I remind you."

Something then clicked inside Dean…almost as if a sixth sense was kicking in. He could almost see the movements before they were happening. A soft white light was beginning to move towards his left side as well as one from behind him. He knew for a fact that those lights were going to be Gabriel and Lucifer grabbing him. Before they could make a movement, he dashed to his right. He felt as if everything was moving in slow motion around him as he darted partly across the field. He gasped when he felt the appendages on his back spread slowly before flailing quickly and he would never admit it but he let out somewhat of a squeal when he felt his body rise off of the ground.

"Dean!" Sam shouted and that was when everything was starting to move in normal pace. His eyes widened when he was starting to stare down at the four angels and his brother. He was more amazed at how far away they were. As if in those few seconds, he had run across the entire small field before jumping up. He then realized they the wings on his back were buzzing at a speed which made them invisible except for the hint of purple.

It was in that moment of shock he felt a pain radiate into his spine and suddenly, he was barreling down to the grass.

Castiel's wings snapped into flight when he realized Dean was going to fall. He managed to catch him just before he landed in the grass. His grace shuddered in relief as he felt Dean close his arms around his body. Castiel just held him, his body beginning to relax from the initial shock of believing Dean would get hurt.

"I'm sorry, Dean. We have to do this…please," he murmured, running his fingers across the silken texture of the wings on Dean's back. He felt a tingling through his body that was much like how it felt when Dean touched his wings but slightly different…like warmth and comfort.

Dean felt the heat rise in his body and the pleasure course through him at the energy and alluring sensation of his angel's hand rubbing over his stupid fairy wings. He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips at the sensation and he knew for a fact that any more of this would eventually lead to an addiction. He could understand why angel's wanted him to touch their wings. He came to the conclusion that he would be slightly more lenient and now realizing just how amazing it felt…nothing sexual or lustful…just relaxing. He decided he would help angels out more when they asked. Surely Castiel would understand…

"I have to admit, that was hilarious!" Lucifer's voice interrupted Dean's thoughts.

There was a low growl from Castiel and a snap of fingers. Dean snapped his eyes open, completely unaware that they had even been closed. He noticed Lucifer was gone.

"What did you do?" he asked Castiel as he held him. He felt the other angels closing in around them and he knew he would have to allow the stupid soul-o-noscopy to happen. He just didn't want everyone watching.

"Are you alright?" Michael asked.

Dean turned to him and glared for a moment, knowing that angel's hand was going to be on his soul but he couldn't really be too mad. He sighed "Yeah I'm fine."

"Are you going to allow me to help you?" Michael asked.

Dean sighed "Sam, Gabe…think you could walk over there for this," he said, pointing to where the Impala was.

Gabriel grinned and wiggled his eyebrows as Sam, whose flushed a scarlet red "Oh yes we can," Gabriel said as he turned heel to walk away. Sam followed close behind.

"Now you know to remain still, correct?" Michael asked.

"I'm not stupid. Just friggen do it already," Dean muttered.

Michael arched an eyebrow "How Castiel puts up with you, I will never understand."

Dean laughed "I never thought the day would come where one of my brother's hands would be inside of me…sounds really kinky and disturbing…thank for the experience."

Michael rolled his eyes but Dean saw the corners of his lips tugging into a very small smile as he walked over to close the distance.

Dean felt his wings twitch against Castiel's back as his angel wrapped an arm around his chest. He knew it was a precaution to make sure Dean remained still.

Dean took a deep breath and let out soft breath when he felt Castiel's free hand start to massage his wings. Dean felt a state of relaxation take over at the sensation. Gosh, it felt so amazing.

"Are you ready?" Michael asked and Dean's stomach flipped when he opened his eyes – which he hadn't remembered closing again – to see Michael – or Adam's – face just mere inches from his. He had to fight off the urge to punch him. Dean sighed and nodded.

It took a moment and Dean wondered if Michael was taking him by surprise on purpose but he suddenly felt a searing fiery hot pain pulsing through his veins. He instinctively tried to pull back but Castiel was like a brick wall, holding him in place. Dean went to grind his teeth to hold back the scream that wanted to escape and he was shocked when he suddenly felt something fill his mouth just before his teeth closed together. He felt them close around the soft and thick material, avoiding damage to his teeth and his eyes popped open to see the silvery blue feathers from Michael was what was in his mouth. He was about to spit them out and shout but more pain touched and he just bit down harder, feeling strange when something soothing seemed to seep out of the feather and into his body, instantly easing the pain drastically. It tasted strange…like what he suspected roses to taste like and it was kind of numbing. He noticed the pain in Michael's eyes as he bit down and he instantly felt bad but he couldn't unlock his teeth. He relaxed slightly more as Castiel brushed his wings. After another moment, he felt Michael's hand leave his body and he unlocked his teeth a breathed out a sigh of relief from the released pressure of his soul being touched.

He felt lightheaded from whatever entered his body and he blinked a few times as Castiel rubbed soothing circles on his back. Dean turned his eyes to Michael, who was holding the damaged feathers and inspecting them. Dean felt his stomach turn when he noticed the mixture of red and glowing blue spill from it.

"What was that stuff?" Dean asked, licking the remnants of that stuff from his lips.

Michael winced as he tried to heal the most likely broken feather. It was the longest one attached to the arch. He sighed "That was grace oil," he said "It releases when our wings get damaged as a way to somewhat numb the pain so we can still fight…I personally don't think it words that well."

Dean felt bad "I'm sorry," he said, biting on his lower lip and wanting to go and heal the wing but he was afraid Castiel would get mad.

Michael knit his eyebrows and tilted his head just slightly "You're odd. I just touched your soul, creating the worst pain you can imagine and you're apologizing from a little bit on my wing?"

"C-can I fix it?" Dean asked, noticing another small red stream spilling from the feather. It was ruining the beauty of them. He was more asking Castiel for permission.

Castiel smiled and nodded and he noticed something like worry enter Michael's eyes when Dean stepped closer and reached a hand out.

Dean gently brushed his thumb and pointer finger across the feather, feeling his own soothing touch push into the silky material.

Michael gasped and jumped back at the surprising feeling. He felt his wings twitch and shake as they healed completely, feeling more refreshed than ever before. All in all, it had been the most relaxing touch he had ever felt in his entire existence and all Dean did was touch two fingers to one feather. He now understood everyone's big deal about the wing touching. He cleared his throat "So, uh," he had to clear again "I did detect a large amount of fae as well as something else I couldn't pinpoint," he said "it is spreading fast so we should really get going."

Castiel nodded and Michael instantly walked the other direction in a burst of wind from his twitching wings. Dean turned to Castiel and smiled as he cupped the angel's cheek, pulling him into a kiss. He didn't like the idea of Castiel going and doing something that Michael even said was dangerous.

"Any way I can convince you not to go?" Dean asked hopefully. Castiel smiled and shook his head before planting a kiss on Dean's lips. He pulled back "I will be back shortly," he said.

Dean sighed and nodded "Please be careful," he said.

"I will…I have my brothers," Castiel said "I don't want you to teleport or try to fly again, okay? That might speed up the process."

"Teleport?" Dean asked, thinking that sounded fun.

"Yes, you did it earlier," Castiel said. He placed on hand behind Dean's head and the other on his wing as he pulled him into a kiss.

Dean knew it Castiel wasn't holding him, he would probably melt into a puddle at this. He ran fingers through Castiel's feathers, earning soft moans.

"Aw can you do mine?" the annoyed voice sounded behind Dean.

Castiel growled as he pulled away and both of them glared at Lucifer, who had a 1000 watt smile on his face.

"You know Castiel, that wasn't very nice," Lucifer said "Who showed you how to do that?"

"Gabriel," Castiel said quickly. He had sent Lucifer into a TV like world…he knew it wouldn't last, considering Lucifer was an archangel but the initial shock was probably what caused Lucifer to take so long to get back.

"Figures," Lucifer pouted "Did I miss all the fun?"

"Love you, Cas," Dean said, turning around and pulling Castiel into a deep, passionate kiss. He streamed both fingers through the feathers, feeling the euphoria and wanting to get a good feel before his angel left.

"I want my wings touched," he heard Lucifer say in mock whine.

"Let's go…and shut up, Lucifer," Michael snapped and Dean smiled into the kiss with Castiel before pulling away. He gazed into those sapphire orbs for a moment before they started to walk over to the Impala.

The angels all moved close together while Dean walked over to the driver's side of the car. He had threw a different jacket back on over his wings and even though it hurt, he knew it would have been worse to have them smashed against the car seat. He watched as the archangel's glanced at each other before disappearing.

Dean felt his stomach turn nervously as he slid into the driver's seat and began to ride down the road. It was going to be a long drive.

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Wow…that turned out surprisingly long. Lol…damn me and my freewriting. Captain Valefor is telling me to write these things!

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