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Warning: There is imagery of Bobby in here that may be disturbing to some readers. I am warning ahead of time. Hehe. ; P . I went there! *No Nudity. It's still rated T*

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Chapter 47: The Hangover Part 4:

Michael took a deep breath as the pain began to numb with the effects of the alcohol. He stood up stiffly as he felt Dean's hands reach into his wings.

Dean lifted his eyebrows when he felt Michael's silken and warm wings. They were unlike any of the other angels' wings that he had touched. They were softer and rougher at the same time…soft like silk but rough as though they had been through more than any of the other angels combined. As he pushed his fingers deeper into the healing feathers, he was met by the perfect mix of fire and ice and it made his skin tingle and blood rush with power. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart as it began to beat out of control. He wondered if maybe Michael's wings were having a stronger effect on him because he was the vessel. Maybe it was just a vessel and angel bond or something. He didn't care…all he knew was the more he felt these wings, the more he felt like he knew Michael.

Michael closed his eyes as the hurricane of emotions cascaded over him and straight into his grace. It was unlike anything he could have imagined…so indescribable. He could feel how much Dean loved his brother…how much he loved Castiel. And he could now feel the difference between those loves. He hadn't fully understood it before but now he did. He could then feel his wings igniting with power as tingles of soft electricity shot through them and into his grace where it twisted around before rolling back through his feathers. He hadn't realized he was even making noise until he heard it echo around him.

Dean lifted his eyebrows when he heard Michael start to purr, deep and soft. Dean couldn't tell where the sound was even coming from. It was as though it were coming from his chest. He went to grab the archangel as he fell onto his knees before letting his body slide onto his stomach on the sand.

Michael took a deep breath as he let his entire body relax, all of the muscles smoothing out as he lay down. He could feel his feathers sparking with a power he had never felt before and they were fully healed – even more than before – as Dean worked on them. He now understood the desire his brothers had when they wanted Dean to heal their wings. He wondered why he never allowed it before. He felt as though he was falling into a wave of euphoria and he just wanted to close his eyes and bask in it.

Dean leaned down onto his knees beside the archangel and gently ran his fingers into the deepest feathers closest to the shoulder blades. Michael purred and let out a light moan and Dean smiled to see him with his eyes closed, his face filled with ease. He felt somewhat glad to be able to help the archangel relax. Michael was always more uptight and even Castiel. He closed his own eyes and leaned slightly over Michael as he felt the silky wings and the power radiating through them.

"Aw," Balthazar's voice sounded and Dean ignored it even when the flash lit through his eyelids.

"Dean what are you doing?" Castiel asked as he walked over to see Dean leaned slightly over Michael with his hands deep in his wings. Castiel felt his stomach turn in jealousy because Dean shouldn't touch any angels wings but his.

Dean sighed and turned to his angel "Cas, iss' fine," he said, smiling as his fingers brushed over a feather that felt more rough and tattered than the rest.

Michael's back arched and he hissed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as it burned and cooled through him at once. Dean quickly pulled his hand back "I'm sorry," he said.

"Please don't touch his wings," Castiel said firmly to Dean, his eyes set.

Dean glowered at him in annoyance "I'm serious Cas. Stop with this jealousy crap," he muttered "One more time an' I won' touch your wings for a week."

Castiel ground his teeth as he stared at Dean. Dean didn't budge under Castiel's gaze. He watched as Cas' deep ebony wings flared and twitched in irritation. Dean wasn't going to back down; his angel needed to understand that he could touch whoevers wings he wanted.

"Thank you, Dean," Michael said as he sat up. He stretched his silvery blue wings and sighed in relief. They felt so much more refreshed than ever before…ever. He just wanted to go for a long flight but knew he would probably end up smashing into the ground.

"What was up with that feather?" Dean asked Michael, who took a deep breath and stared down.

Dean nodded "You don' have to talk 'bout it," he said.

Michael gave a half smile and nodded "It's just an injury to my grace. I got it while…well, from Lucifer."

Dean lifted his eyebrows when he noticed Michael become uncomfortable. He placed a hand on his shoulder "Don't fret," he said, knitting his eyebrows. He seriously just said 'don't fret'?

"Dean," Castiel said, his voice tight. He was really not happy with the idea of Dean getting closer with Michael. He had noticed those two seemed to be connecting more and it had him extremely worried.

Dean and Michael both turned to him at the same time. While Dean looked really annoyed, Michael looked more confused and sympathetic. That just made Castiel more upset.

"Cas…I warned you," Dean said, getting closer to flipping out on his angel. It wasn't like he wanted Michael. For one…it was friggen Michael. Two…it was his friggen brother's body. That would all just be so awkward in so many ways. And three, he loved Castiel more than he loved anyone else. He had thought Castiel knew that.

"Cassie…I think we should go take a swim," Balthazar said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Castiel took a deep breath and nodded. He did need to calm himself down before he made Dean more upset with him. He gave Dean a smiled before walking off with Balthazar.

"Pie contest!" a voice suddenly called over the microphone "all humans to the stage."

Dean jumped up to his feet – instantly regretting it when everything spun around him – and beamed "Pie?" he asked, his eye lit with excitement.

Michael chuckled softly when he remembered using Dean as a vessel and his love for pie. He stood up and the two of them walked over to the stage.

Dean jumped up and down like a little kid when he saw at least fifty pies lined up on a huge table along the stage. Sam was lying across the table in his short shorts with Gabriel holding his legs up.

"Aw come on! Not on the pie!" Dean hissed shoving as his giant brother.

Sam laughed and gasped when Gabriel swept him up off of the table. He still wasn't used to being lifted around by a man so much shorter than him but it was a guilty pleasure.

"Why are you wearing that, anyways?" Dean asked as his brother stumbled in the heels of the cowboy boots. He was sure Sammy was going to break his ankle by the end of the night.

Bobby mumbled as he was being ushered over to the table by Lucifer, who apparently set the whole thing up. Dean took a seat in between Bobby and Sam and they both turned to see Crowley actually grinning as he was pushed onto the stage. He tripped slightly in his black stilettos. Dean knew the demon was beyond drunk to the point of finding his situation funny.

"Where are the others?" Lucifer asked "We need judges."

"Castiel has a stick up his ass so Balthazar is taking him for a 'swim'," Dean said, emphasizing on swim. It was obvious Balthazar was going to get him more alcohol.

"Well," Lucifer said "Oh, here they are."

Dean smiled to see Castiel stumbling over with a smile that seemed to light up the entire stage. Him and Balthazar stepped onto stage and gazed over the scene.

"Do you think it's fair to have them go against Dean in a pie eating contest?" Balthazar asked, arching an eyebrow "I've never seen a human so in love with a particular type of food."

Lucifer grinned widely "Who said anything about eating the pie?" he asked.

A smirk formed on Gabriel's face as he realized what Lucifer meant.

"What else can you do with pie?" Castiel questioned with a slight tilt of the head.

Dean lifted his eyebrows when Lucifer clapped his hands. Three tall, silver stripper poles appeared on the stage behind the table of pies. Lights dimmed and different flashing multicolored lights appeared over them.

"Oh hell no!" Bobby growled "Ain't way you're getting' me to dance on a damn pole."

"Castiel and Gabriel…you are not allowed to judge," Lucifer said, pointing a finger to each of them.

Castiel's expression dropped when he realized what they were going to be doing. He was about to speak but Gabriel cut him off.

"Castiel, don't you worry…nobody will put their hands on your man," Gabriel said, throwing an arm around his younger angel's shoulders.

Castiel nodded and turned his eyes to see amused emerald eyes. Dean seemed perfectly fine with what they were going to do. Sam's cheeks were flushed as Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Dean stood up and walked towards the pole on the left; Sam took the pole on the right, leaving the middle pole to Bobby.

"I said no ya' idjits," Bobby grumbled as Lucifer grabbed his shoulders and pushed him over to the pole.

"Do it or we'll have Crowley do more than kiss you," Michael said, surprisingly back in his cruel, playful mood.

"No," Bobby hissed out "I'll kill him before he can try anything. I'll kill you all."

"Whatever makes you feel better, old man," Balthazar said, crossing his arms.

Bobby was about to speak but found himself unable to as Gabriel snapped his fingers. A moment later, everyone stared with wide eyes as Bobby began to lean against the pole, curling a leg around it.

"What did you just do to him?" Sam asked, lifting his eyebrows.

Gabriel smirked "I just helped convince him," he said "We gonna start?"

Lucifer smiled proudly at Gabriel "Crowley, bring the pies," he said, snapping his fingers.

Crowley rolled his eyes and walked over to the table. He lifted up one pie and stared at it for a moment with a wicked grin. Before anyone could comprehend a movement, he grabbed the crème pie and tossed it into the middle pole where it hit the eldest hunter dead-on the face.

Laughter rose around them as the pie slid down Bobby's face, falling to the ground with a thump. Bobby just grinned as his face was covered in white cream. He slowly dragged fingers down his cheeks, over the cream, before sliding the covered fingers into his mouth.

"Oh he's already getting started," Lucifer laughed.

Crowley sniggered for a moment before grabbing two more pies. He tossed them at each other the other hunters.

Lucifer then pointed to the left and Dean laughed when 'Cherry Pie' began to play. Instantaneously, he took the pie that was stuck to his chest and swiped his down his body as he swung his hips from side to side.

Sam just stared with wide, scarred eyes as Dean and Bobby began to dance and rub the pies over their bodies. He then realized there was shouting in his directions and his eyes set on Gabriel, who was silently urging him on. Sam took a deep breath before taking his pie. He smiled and shook his head as he began to sweep the cream into his hand. He took a deep breath as he held onto the pole with one hand and one leg and swung around in a circle while running the cream over down his thigh.

Cheers rose and as Dean leaned over the pole, he turned his eyes to see Bobby standing in front of his own pole. He had his hands on both sides of his shirt as he tore is clean down the middle, revealing a very manly chest. A moment later, he was rubbing pie all over his chest and stomach, adding emphasis as he went over his nipples.

. . .Present. . .

"What the hell happened last night!" Sam gasped as he stared at the picture of the three of them on poles. He could see himself to the side, wrapped around the pole and rubbing his thigh. Dean was on the other side, bent over so far, Sam wondered how it was possibly. And Bobby…oh gosh, there wasn't enough brain bleach.

Bobby's eyes were wide and distraught "What did you do to me?" he asked "I would never do that!"

Balthazar, Gabriel and Lucifer were laughing uncontrollably, cat-calling and whistling loudly. Dean turned to Castiel, who was just staring with a tilted head but a smile was curled onto his lips.

"Bobby, you went all King Kong on the scene," Balthazar said with a laugh.

"I need a copy of that," Crowley said loudly, holding up a hand to stop the fist that barreled towards his face.

"Done," Balthazar said, waving a hand. A moment later, a 4 by 6 copy of the picture appeared in each person's lap.

Dean ground his teeth and quickly shred the picture into bits. He went to grab Castiel's but his angel already had it hidden away with a grin on his face. He stared up into those blue eyes "Where is yours?" he asked.

"Safe," Castiel said simply. He smiled and Dean grumbled unintelligibly when Castiel pressed a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead. He wiped it off before turning back to the screen.

"Next picture," Bobby demanded.

Balthazar quirked an eyebrow "Okay," he said, pressing a button.

"YOU!" Bobby growled angrily at Castiel, his eyes wide and looking as though they were going to burst out of his head.

"Woah Bobby," Dean said, sitting up to stop his father-figure from strangling his angel.

Bobby huffed out a breath and let his body fall back against the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Castiel from the corner of his eye.

"I swear I don't remember doing that, Bobby. I apologize," Castiel said sincerely.

. . .Flashback. . .

"Well, we know who the winner obviously is," Lucifer said as Gabriel snapped the stage clean.

Sam laughed and shook his head as Gabriel yanked him into his arms. He took a deep breath and laughed when he could feel the cream stuff cover the front of his angel.

"Bobby, didn't know you could move like that," Crowley said, grinning. He was over the fact he was in a maid outfit. He would never admit it but he quite fancied it. Breezes rubbed him in just the right places and he felt very open and relaxed.

"Shut up you idjit," Bobby said, rubbing some cream off of his face.

"Hey think fast!" Michael suddenly shouted.

Bobby turned around just in time for an explosion of hard candies to spray across his face. He hissed out in pain but a moment later, the drunken state of his mind along with the pressure of hard candies hitting him from the force of an archangel had his falling onto the floor, everything going blank.

"What did you just do!" Lucifer hissed out as he ran over to where Michael was holding a baseball bat. He glanced at the unconscious hunter on the floor, covered in red marks in the shapes of lollipops and rock candy. A single lollipop stuck to his beard and his chest moved up and down. Lucifer was glad to see he was at least breathing.

Michael smiled as he tossed the bat behind him. It clattered across the stage before falling off onto the sand. Lucifer arched an eyebrow to where a piñata used to be. The colored papers and cardboard now scattered across the floor along with candies of all shapes and sizes.

"What did the piñata look like because you obviously didn't like it?" he laughed, throwing an arm around his brothers shoulders.

Michael turned to stare into his eyes but didn't bother shrugging his arm off "It was in the shape of an ape."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow before laughing some more. He shook his head once he could catch his breath "You've always hated those things," he said.

Michael nodded "They are quite creepy in my opinion."

"Doesn't help that a swarm of them tried to attack you when you came down to help them," Lucifer added, giving Michael a pat on the back before turning back to the stage "Karaoke. Everyone joins this time."

"Castiel, what are you doing?" Dean asked when he noticed his angel leaning over an unconscious Bobby.

Castiel turned to Dean, his bright blue eyes lit playfully. Dean wasn't used to seeing that expression but he wasn't going to complain. He liked the darker side of his angel. He wondered if he was part of the reason he had one. He smiled at that thought. He widened his eyes when Castiel pulled up a razor out of nowhere.

"I don't think that is such a good idea, Cas," Dean said, his tone serious "Bobby will literally kill you."

"I'm just going to take off one," Castiel said, pointing one finger as if indicating what he meant.

Dean took and deep breath and shook his head "Your funeral," he said, turning to Lucifer as he pulled out two fiddles. One was gleaming gold and the other was fairly ordinary "Oh you aren't," he said with a groan but inside, he was filled with amusement.

Castiel smirked as he held the razor up to the eldest hunter's face. He clicked it on, smiling and staring at it as it buzzed and then pressed it down over one of Bobby's furry eyebrows. He didn't noticed the flash of the camera as Balthazar snapped a picture.

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Okay…so I know I said there was only one more chapter but I must say, with the feedback I'm getting, I keep coming up with more! I truly hope you don't mind. There will definitely be another one after this and perhaps maybe even another after that?

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