Seeing In Black Ch. 7:
My Fair Lady
a/n: SEE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED (insert list of excuses). I wrote this, well most of it. It got so very long and I couldn't think of a place to cut it off, and then I fell out of my Supernatural phase and then college and then Smosh happened so it ended up being delayed a VERY long time (procrastinationavoidancelazi nessplayedaparttoo). But I'm back for now. I have at least 13 more chapters planned, so I hope this goes well.
Anyways I'm sorry! I love you all, you have been amazing with the feedback and stuff. I really appreciate it! -kissesandhugs-
Warnings: None, really. Just some foul language, but you knew that. PROBABLY VERY AWKWARD SINCE I DON'T HAVE A BETA! I scribbled down the end of it very quickly because yeah. CROSSDRESSING.
Dislaimer: I do not own supernatural.
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Positive. Again.
Dean looked at the pile of boxes and used sticks (at least 20) in the trash next to him. It was getting harder and harder to deny that this was really happening. Dean zipped up and went to the door, sliding down into a sitting position on the floor, cradling his newest friend, Jack. He'd have at least 30 minutes until he could go again, but who was he kidding? Every single fucking test said positive.
It shouldn't have even been readable! It hadn't even been a week yet, but here he was, a pile of positive pregnancy tests and a half empty bottle of booze. Sam had been knocking at the door, telling Dean to come out already, but Dean didn't listen. Cas had tried to get him to come out too but Dean told him he just wanted to be alone right now. Cas seemed slightly hurt by this but left him anyways. Dean couldn't find the energy to care at the moment.
Everything the hunter ever knew was suddenly backwards. He was slowly accepting that he was sexually attracted to Cas, the angel who, as of the other night professed his love to him. On top of this, now he was supposed to consider that he might actually be preggo with said angel's baby?
Dean slammed down another gulp from his bottle.
"Dean, drinking isn't good for the ba—" Sam started from the other side of the door.
"Shut the fuck up!" Dean snapped, immediately feeling guilty. He set aside the bottle. He totally forgot about that. Well it's not like he'd ever been around pregnant people! Besides, any kid of his could definitely withstand an onslaught of alcohol. It was basically in his blood.
"Are you going to come out at all?"
"Maybe," Dean said, childishly.
"Dean. . ."
"Just leave me alone, Sam," He said, a tone of finality in his voice. He heard his brother make an aggravated noise before stomping away. Dean sighed, sipping from the bottle again. Who the hell cared anyways? It's not like he could just let a baby grow inside of him. He was a man for God's sake! Men didn't have babies. Women did. That's how it's been since the dawn of time. He wasn't going to let some kid into the world that wasn't ready for a change in reality so monumental. He wasn't about to let the bigoted people of this world scorn his b-baby (he was having a hard time even thinking about it) for something he couldn't control.
But that night in the woods when Cas kissed him and touched his stomach. . . It was so tender and gentle and the sparkle in the angel's eyes. . . That was something that Dean had never seen in Castiel before. It happened when he realized that Dean was pregnant. He was happy about it? His dad screwed Dean over and Castiel was excited? For some reason this knowledge hurt Dean more than it should have.
Well fuck him, and fuck this whole thing. Dean wouldn't let it get any further than this.
"Trouble in paradise?" Dean looked up to see Gabriel laying in the tub, feet propped up against the porcelain.
"You're the last person I want to see right now, Gabriel," Dean gritted his teeth, trying to keep his anger in check. It was his fault he was in this predicament in the first place.
"By the looks of it, Dean-o, you don't want to see anybody right now. Not happy having a bun in the oven? I thought you'd be more excited. Motherhood glow and all that," Dean scoffed at those words, screwing up his face in disgust.
"You know what, Gabriel? I'm so not in the mood for your bullshit." Dean stood up, staggering a bit. "And by the way, you need to undo this. Now," Dean said, threateningly, or as threateningly as a slurring drunk could manage.
"No can do, pal. What Daddy says goes. I must say, I wasn't expecting the Grace to develop so quickly. I should have. It's obvious that an angelic pregnancy would be faster than a normal human's. It will probably be no more than 3 months," Dean blinked, he hadn't really thought about it yet, but if all those tests were correct, then there was a baby growing inside of him at this very moment. He didn't know what to think of that quite yet. And it was true he was feeling a little bloated…
It was the alcohol. Definitely the alcohol.
"Also, you don't need to worry about the drinking thing. You're growing a half angel inside of you, buddy. It can handle your sudden onset alcoholism. Just don't stay in here too long. Remember that you're not the only one this pregnancy is affecting," And with that the archangel disappeared.
Great, just what he needed. Guilt.
Dean stood up, tossing the bottle of booze in the trash, and opened the door. Castiel and Sam were sitting on the two beds in the hotel. They looked up upon his exit, both standing to their feet instantly. Sam was the first to move, Cas looking rather unsure of himself. Sam went up to Dean, grasping his shoulders.
"Dude, finally!" Are you alright? "You've been in there for two days! You need to eat," Dean looked at him, annoyed and Sam looked to the trash can in the bathroom full of used pee sticks. Sam looked at his brother, worry in his eyes.
"Don't even start Sam. I don't want to talk about it."
"Dean you're. . . you're going through a difficult time, I know," The elder Winchester sneered, pushing his brother out of the way and went over to grab his jacket.
"No, you don't know," He turned to the awkward looking angel standing and shifting from foot to foot. "I'm going to go take a drive, you coming or not?" Cas hesitated before nodding and following Dean as he headed towards the door. Sam moved, but Dean held up his hand, halting him.
"Wait here," Sam hesitated, but nodded, looking a bit sulky. Dean couldn't bother with it right now though. He had to talk to Cas alone.
As they walked out, Dean couldn't help but notice the lack of space between he and Cas. Was it necessary to walk so close. . .? He attempted to distance himself a bit, but Castiel only got closer again. Dean raised a brow, deciding to ignore it for now as they had arrived at the Impala, not ready for this talk at all. He sighed and got in the driver's side. Cas soon followed, looking stiff and anxious, his brow furrowed in tension.
"Is something wrong?" Dean asked, not used to seeing the angel look so uncomfortable. Castiel looked at Dean once, his eyes moving to the space between them before looking away.
"It's difficult to explain," Cas said quickly, nervous. Dean was getting a bit annoyed. He smiled stiffly, despite himself.
"I'm all ears, Cas," Cas opened his mouth, inhaling once, still not looking at Dean.
"You were in there for two days Dean. You wouldn't let anyone in. We don't know what to expect with the. . . pregnancy. You should be more careful,"
"So you're lecturing me?" Dean said, incredulous. "Are you angry?" Cas looked at the hunter, uncertainty in his eyes.
"I've been worried,"
"About what?"
"About you, Dean. I want to help you, but if you lock yourself inside of a bathroom, refusing to talk to anyone, I can't." Cas suddenly looked even more uncomfortable. "Dean. Have you. . . thought about what you'll do about it?" Dean sucked in a breath, gripping the steering wheel. He looked forward, avoiding Cas's eyes.
"Well it's obvious isn't it? We can't just let it. . . let it. . . Look I know what supernatural babies are like and just 'cause it's an angel doesn't mean we treat it any differently." Castiel's jaw stiffened and Dean could notice that he stopped breathing. Not like he needed to anyways, but Dean had noticed that Cas would do this when he was angry.
"God has a plan. . ."
"God had a plan with Sam and look how that turned out," He gripped the steering wheel, avoiding Castiel's accusing eyes. "Look, I decide my future, not Him, ok? I've had to do something like this before and it's not pretty, but it's necessary,"
"You will kill it. . ." Cas said, quietly. It wasn't a question. He looked at the sadness in Castiel's blue eyes and swallowed the huge lump in his throat.
"It's not like I have a choice, Cas," Cas looked at him and Dean looked back, trying to keep his face straight but it was difficult. The thought of having to kill his own kid, even if they were a supernatural freak was more painful than anything. He's had to do it before though, this was no different.
It wasn't. Not at all. Dean bit his lip, gripping the steering wheel.
He started the engine, only to have it suddenly turn back off. He looked at Cas, his demeanor changed and his eyebrows knitted in an angry wrinkle.
"You don't want to do this,"
"I wish I never had to," Dean started the engine again, but it was immediately killed. He looked over to Cas who was looking more and more distressed. The angel was gripping his knees, his knuckles going white with the tension.
"Cas. . ."
"You don't have to,"
"And what happens when I have the kid, huh? God takes it away to use it in his twisted little games? No, Cas. I won't let it become a pawn like me and Sammy did. I won't let any kid of mine have that fate," Dean gripped his steering wheel so tight he could feel it start to make indentations in his palms. He tensed when he felt Cas grab his hand, pulling the Winchester towards him.
"Dean, please. Will you just think about it more?" He felt the electricity from Castiel's hand on his. His hand relaxed and he let go, throwing his head back against the leather. Thinking about it was exactly what he didn't want to do.
"I won't do anything right now anyways, Cas. But just don't get your hopes up, okay?" Dean looked at Castiel, reveling in the blue of his eyes. So intense. Always so intense. Why was Castiel so persuasive with just a touch or a glance? He felt Castiel's hand squeeze his, could feel some of that familiar mojo absorbing itself into Dean, and suddenly he felt really, really good. His stomach had been in a bunch of knots before and now it was calm. The storm had lifted. He couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be right now. Cas spoke again, his deep baritone seeping into Dean's senses.
"It's parents are the only beings in the world who have defied God's will, Dean. Who's to say we can't do it again? I. . . don't want to kill it. It's what connects us, Dean. . .It's part of you and it's something very precious. It should be protected, even if it means protecting it from God himself," Dean looked at Castiel, as though seeing him for the first time.
. . .And hell if Dean wasn't starting to believe him.
It was crazy, it was unnatural and it was freaky as shit, but at this moment, Dean didn't think fathering a child with this angel was too bad an idea if it could make Cas's eyes twinkle with passion like they did in this very moment.
"The other day, in the woods, you said. . . Things. Wh-What did you mean?" Dean asked, his voice stuttering insistently, but he couldn't find the energy to be embarrassed about it. Cas never broke his gaze, his face mere centimeters from Deans and he still held his arm.
"I meant what I said, Dean. I'm in love with you. It took me a while to figure it out, the heat, all the conflicting emotions. The uncertainty. . . But I realized that the thing I feared above all was losing you and that all I want is to make you happy. I'm the happiest when I'm around you. Every moment I spend with you is like heaven to me. And if you go by definition, then that's what love is. Am I wrong?" Dean bit his lip, staring into Castiel's eyes. Castiel looked back at him and Dean could see nothing but sincerity in his face. Dean swallowed, feeling his stomach start to throw a party with nerves and his face was lit on fire.
"I-I don't know, but it's weird. . . cause I'm a guy so I mean, I know you're not technically a guy but your vessel is one and. . . and,"
"I can change tha—"
"No. You're not snatching anyone else's body. You're only lucky Jimmy Novak gave you his for keeps. . . it's just. . . love. That's a really difficult subject, Cas. . . I have a hard enough time with that with women let alone dudes with wings, ya know?" Castiel looked a bit confused. Dean continued, feeling more than a little uncomfortable talking about this. "Look, what I'm saying is. . . I don't know if I can return your feelings, and I don't know, Cas." Dean gestured to his stomach. "This isn't like finding a stray kitten and taking it home."
"It's understandable, Dean," Cas looked away once before looking again, his face stern. "Please think about what I said. I know you don't want to go down that road. I know you, and if you want something bad enough, you will have it," Dean swallowed the huge lump in his throat. He wanted so badly to believe Cas, but what about Sam? Would he go for something like this? His brother was technically a supernatural creature himself. Would he have sympathy for it?
Either way, Cas was right. He needed some time to think about this before doing something so hasty. He could buy himself a little bit of time, at least.
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Castiel looked into Dean's eyes, seeing the new hope there. Dean was conflicted. It was reasonable enough. Dean spent most of his time protecting the innocent from the supernatural. Cas wasn't even one hundred percent sure that having the child would be a great idea himself, but he had to have faith that something that came from Dean would be nothing but pure good. He knew that it would be risky bringing into the world a child preordained by God to be an experiment, but Cas would let nothing bring harm to it. He would not let God manipulate it, even if it was his Father's will.
Cas moved his hand from Deans arm to his face, stroking the Winchester's temple. Dean shuddered and stiffened at the touch, about to pull back but Cas held him still. He wanted to make Dean aware of his feelings. He wanted to make Dean feel how much Castiel felt for him.
He leaned in, closing the space between their lips. Cas felt Dean's breath hitch slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. This, to Castiel's knowledge, was a good sign. He continued, pressing closer, closing even more distance between them. He connected them completely. He reveled in the feel of Dean's soft lips against his own. Dean slowly, hesitantly responded, kissing Castiel back, hand moving to the angel's hair. Castiel took the opportunity to push his tongue inside of the warm wet heat that was Dean's mouth and start slowly licking every inch he could. He saw Dean's eyes flutter a bit, red staining his cheeks and nose. Cas could feel Dean's body temperature rise slightly at the contact. He stroked Dean's tongue slowly with his own, making the Winchester shudder. Cas tilted his head, allowing him better access. Dean moaned when Cas sucked on his tongue. He wondered if this meant arousal. . . Cas thought back to the night they had sex for the first time. He wanted to make Dean feel like that again. . . But how to initiate it?
Cas quickly scanned his memory of the text books on sex and human arousal. Physical stimuli of the areas that had the most nerve endings could light the flames of arousal. Sensitive areas. . . He brought a hand to the nape of the hunter's neck and stroked along the fine hair there , making Dean shiver. Yes, this was definitely a sensitive area. He broke their kiss, moving down Dean's jawline, tasting and mapping every part of Dean he could kiss. Every move made was more and more arousing to Castiel. He couldn't seem to kiss enough of Dean. He moved down to Dean's neck and started kissing and sucking there.
"Cas. . ." Mercy, Dean made some really agreeable sounds. Now. . . Other areas included ear, collar bone, nipples. . . Cas moved his hand under the hunter's shirt, finding the perky nub in question and rubbing it gently with his thumb. Dean jumped, gasping in surprise. Cas sucked hotly on Dean's neck as he thumbed circles around his nipple before pinching it gently, eliciting a surprised moan from Dean. Castiel was most definitely aroused now. Dean was also reacting favorably.
. . .And suddenly he was being shoved away.
Dean pressed himself into the door of the driver's side, trying to get as far away from the angel beside him as he possibly could. Obviously he was distressed, but the Castiel had a hard time paying mind to it. The sight before him was causing the angel some very serious issues.
He couldn't understand why the moment was ended. Dean's face was red, lips swollen and half-lidded, green eyes undeniably dark with arousal. He was panting, looking slightly mortified. Castiel was conflicted between attacking the hunter and waiting to see what had him so upset. It was more difficult to decide what action to take than one would think at this moment.
"T-The hell, Cas!" Dean hastily opened the door and stormed out. Cas followed, feeling his chest become tight in worry. Perhaps attacking wouldn't be the best course of option, after all.
"Dean—"
"—S-Shut up! I never said you could do that! Any of that!"
"I'm sorry. Next time I will ask your permission," Dean looked at him, incredulous.
"That's not the point you dumbass! Ugh! Whatever, I'm out of here." Dean turned around and was about to set off but he froze. Cas tilted his head in confusion. He was sure that Dean was about to storm off in a frustrated rage. Why did he stop?
That's when he noticed it. The scenery around them was completely different. There was no roads. No buildings. No bustling passerby. It was just a small clearing with trees all around them. The atmosphere smelled raw of forest and rain. There was sunlight glinting through the trees at them. Castiel looked down and realized that the car had completely disappeared and in place was a black horse that was currently licking Dean's face. Dean made a disgusted look, trying to push the horse away.
"Cas. . . What's going on? Where's my car?!" Dean said, panic-stricken. Castiel looked at Dean, who was now clad a green, flowy dress, complete with corset and apron. There was also a red bow tied around his neck. "Why are you wearing armor?!" Dean said, looking confused.
"Why are you wearing women's clothing?" Dean looked down and Cas found intriguing the transition from horror to utter mortification on his face. Something was obviously very wrong here.
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"Wonder what's taking them so long. . .?" Lucifer said idly. Sam ignored him. He wasn't about to listen to a hallucination. His brother was in serious distress and pregnant and everything was messed up. He wanted to be there for him but Dean was currently being all distant. He knew he needed to give him some space, but what really irked him was that he let Cas be with him but not his own brother. He wasn't jealous or anything—okay maybe he was a little—but he was family dammit! He had a right to comfort Dean just as much as Cas did.
"Fear you're being replaced—again?"
"Shut up," Said Sam, in his mind asking why he's taking the bait. It's not like Lucifer was real, well he was, but not in this form.
"Dean invited Castiel to his little pity party but not his own brother? Isn't that a bit disconcerting?"
"It's his and Dean's problem, they need to talk about it,"
"Keep telling yourself that, but you're worried Dean is going to do something stupid, aren't you? Like, run away to keep the baby. He knows that that child shouldn't be born, but your brother lets his emotions get in his way far too much. When it comes to Dean, family trumps logic. I mean, he let you live, right? Look how that turned out,"
"Fuck you!" Sam stood up, balling his fists, enraged now. Lucifer stood up, holding his hands up in defence.
"There, there cowboy. You know all the things I say are just a reflection of your own thoughts, why are you threatening to punch your own conscience in the face?" Sam grit his teeth, releasing his fists. He was right about one thing, Dean was reckless when it came to family matters. This kid, Dean's kid, was as much family as Sam was to Dean. Dean knew the consequences of letting a "Destined" child be born, but he didn't care, did he? Dean couldn't kill his own flesh and blood, especially since that flesh and blood was also Castiel's, his best friend and possibly lover now.
Sam balked a bit at the thought of calling a guy Dean's lover. It was still foreign on his tongue.
"Dean can't do this. . ."
"You're right, he can't. But you can, can't you? You're not nearly as emotionally invested in this as your brother. You can do it, Dean will be mad, but he'll thank you later, right?"
"I don't think so. . . If I did this, it could possibly kill our relationship for good. Not to mention, I'll have an angry angel, probably out for blood for killing his son,"
"Maybe killing it, isn't the best idea after all then? Is it?" Lucifer walked over and set his hands on Sam's shoulders. "Sammy, do you realize just how powerful a hybrid angel is? A nephilim, conceived from a full-fledged angel will be more powerful than an angel, Sam. A nephilim, trained correctly, could possibly be more powerful than a leviathan. Now, wouldn't that power go to waste if we killed it? You could end this new war before it even starts," Sam furrowed his eyebrows. If that was true, then this could be their only chance of ending the reign of the leviathans. . .
"Why should I trust you of all people?"
"I'm just a memory, manifested, Sam. Your thoughts alone are controlling me. This is your idea." Sam narrowed his eyes and smacked Lucifer away.
"I'm going to go find Dean," As Sam walked out, Lucifer wore a grin that could only spell trouble.
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"What the fucking hell is going on Cas! Where are we?!" Castiel looked around, the forest around them was thick and dense. He looked slightly worried. This definitely wasn't Kansas anymore, Dean thought. Suddenly there was a clattering of hooves and the boys turned to see a woman on a horse, dressed in black, hooded robes come through the trees. Her horse was slender and graceful, as per the rider. The woman stopped in front of Cas, her mask concealing her identity as she pulled out a scroll made from parchment.
"Prince Castiel, I have orders from the queen for your retrieval. I advise you not resist," Dean looked at Castiel strangely, the angel shrugged but the horsewoman rode up to them and halted directly in front of Cas.
"We must make haste, m'lord. The wedding is first thing in the morn," Castiel looked at the rider strangely.
"I have no idea what you're ta—HA!" She gripped Castiel's shoulder and suddenly they both vanished.
Dean looked at the spot where Castiel and the rider once were, mouth agape. He was trying to think rationally but that was a little hard when you could feel the breeze freely swaying against your naughty bits. Apparently whoever thought to put him in a dress left out the underwear part. Dean felt himself go red in spite of himself. This was completely fucking nuts. It had to be Gabriel, there was no other way.
"Hey you damn bastard archangel! I know you're the one doing this. . . Goddamnit!" Dean kicked at a nearby rock in anger, feeling his skirt fly up and exposing himself to more fresh air than he would ever need.
Dean steeled himself, trying to ignore the fact that he was in a dress. He looked at the horse, which was now munching on some grass. He had to find Cas and apparently this was his only way of transportation. He'd ridden horses before. . . He could do this.
Dean hoisted himself up, swinging a leg over the horse and adjusting his frills and. . . other things so that he was at least a little comfortable. He wasn't used to riding so completely. . . barebacked. Dean shuddered. This was going to take some getting used to.
He held onto the horse's mane, as there was no saddle or stirrups to help him balance, and kicked the horse's side lightly to get it to move. He set off at a slow pace—his jewels weren't taking too kindly to this new arrangement that's for sure—and started off into the woods, hoping to find some other form of life before he really did turn into a girl.
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Dean estimated it was about an hour before he came across a cottage in the deep woods. He'd been following the way that the woman had come from but he had yet to find a trail. He was relieved to find signs of life at last.
Dean dismounted his horse, adjusting his. . . dress before walking stiffly up to the cottage. He surmised that he must have looked ridiculous being slightly bow-legged to begin with, only to have his hips all stiff from unprepared riding, top it off with the fact that he was wearing a fucking dress. He angrily pounded on the door, feeling sorry for the bastard who opened it.
"D-Dean?!" Dean's eyes widened when he realized the person who answered was Sammy—Dressed in tattered old renaissance clothes, He looked like a friggen stable boy. Suddenly Sam was overcome by a fit of furious giggles.
"Oh-Oh my god. . . what are you wearing?!" Sam broke out into hysterics and Dean stormed inside, ignoring his brother's ridiculous taunting. He found his way to the nearest bedroom and raided the dresser for clothes that were for men, only to find himself shit out of luck, as all the drawers were empty.
"Fuck me. . ."
"Don't tempt me, fair maiden," Dean turned around to see a woman dressed in a poofy, revealing corseted dress. Her hair was spiraly and blonde and she was adorned in various gold bangles and jewelry about her. She held an air of elegance that none of the local girls in town would ever achieve.
"And just who is this foxy lady?" He said, eyebrow raised. He didn't know why he was hitting on her. It's not like he'd ever manage to get any tail in this dress anyways. She sneered, crossing her arms impatiently.
"Don't be bold, Winchester. I am Raguel, an Archangel of the Lord. I am afraid you're as far from my sights as they come, but your angel friend, on the other hand. . . " So this was who was behind this freaky fairytale world? An archangel other than Gabriel?
"Cas? Where is he?! Where did that bitch take him?" The woman chuckled.
"He's currently preparing for our wedding. Why, we'll be married when the sun rises tomorrow," Dean cocked a brow, before chuckling.
"You think Cas will marry you? Don't get your hopes up, babe. He's as gay as Richard Simmons. I doubt you'll even get him to shake your hand." The archangel, 'Raguel' smirked.
"Ah, but, little do you know, Dean Winchester. Castiel may harbor feelings for you, but he is hardwired to be attracted to female humans. These," Raguel grabbed her chest, squeezing them together, "Amongst other things, are something you don't possess. Once we consummate our marriage, it shouldn't be too hard to get him thinking clearly again," Dean frowned, he hadn't thought about that. Castiel had pushed Meg up against that wall before and snogged the shit out of her. Was Dean just a fluke and Cas really preferred chicks? The Winchester blinked, a bit dumbfounded. He hadn't given much thought to Castiel's sexuality before. Then Dean thought of something and grimaced.
"Wait, you're an angel right? Doesn't that make you and Cas brother and Sister? Isn't that like, incest?" Raguel shrugged.
"Details, details. It's not much different than you humans all fornicating with each other. You're all from the same father in the beginning. Mou're just a massive, incestuous web of shame now, aren't you? There just happens to be less angels. Now if you don't mind, I have a wedding to prepare! Thanks for giving me your boyfriend!" And with that she disappeared.
". . . He's not my boyfriend!" Dean grit his teeth in frustration. Like hell Cas would screw such an obnoxious wench. In her dreams, maybe. . .
Not that he cared. . . He didn't. Really!
"Dean, I heard voices, is everything alright?"
"Fuckin' archangels,"
"Gabriel. . ."
"Nah, a new jerk. Her name is Raguel and she's carrying a torch for Cas. Says she's gonna marry him tomorrow or something. All I know is Cas is definitely not gonna go for this, so we gotta find him," Sam looked at him strangely. "What?" Sam shook his head, looking weird.
"Nothing, I just thought you looked cute, all jealous and stuff," Dean narrowed his eyes and said through gritted teeth.
"I am not jealous, Sam. I just want to get out of here, ok? We can't do that without him," Sam smirked.
"Whatever you say, loverboy!"
"Sam, I'm warning yo—" But Dean was cut off when some fabric was thrown at his face, he pulled it off and Sam was running out of the room. He looked down and saw a long green shirt with some weird tights/pants and rope. He might look like peter pan but it was better than the fucking dress.
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"I don't know which is more disturbing, you in a dress or you in tights," Dean sneered at his brother as they rode horseback down the only trail that lead through the woods from the cottage. They had no clue where they were going, but they had to take the only leads they had.
"Just shut up. Have you tried your phone? I left mine back at the hotel,"
"There's no service here, Dean. I doubt there's conveniently a satellite just hovering nearby when there's not even electricity," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Well do you have any brighter ideas Sam?"
"Having fun?!" Dean looked to see a miniature Gabriel sitting on the head of the horse, wearing clothes much like Dean's, only his were all green and he had gay fairy wings.
"Great, just what we needed, a miniature dick,"
"Hey, don't let the size deceive you, Deany-boy. Great things come in small packages," Miniature Gabriel winked suspiciously at Sam, making Dean grimace.
"Gabriel, can you help us find Cas, or can't you?"
"I can. . ."
"Great!"
"But like in all fairytales, a wish granted by a magical being will cost you!"
"Don't worry, I've already got it covered," Sam held out his cell phone and Dean and Gabriel gathered around to see very candid photos of Dean in that horrid green dress.
"When did you get these?!" Dean shrieked a very not-so-manly shriek.
"Point is, I can send them right to email, Gabriel," Gabriel pressed the next button and got a shot of Dean bending over and showing a lot of skin.
"Ooh. . . nice shot! I'll have to give that one to Cassie for his birthday. . ." Dean blushed a furious shade of magenta and reached out to grab Sam's phone but it vanished.
"I'll get that back to you Sammy, can't have Dean here destroying the merchandise," He coughed, as he noticed the enraged look on Dean's face.
"I will kill you, Sam. . ."
"Anyways! Point is I can zap you boys right into the castle! Problem is, I can't get through Raguel's maze or past the masking spells she's got on my brother. She's been around the block longer than I have, boys, so it'll be up to you to find him. Anyways, here we go!" Sam and Dean both felt a huge lurch, a strong wave of nausea and suddenly they were surrounded by stone walls and rich ruby floors.
"Alright, I'm off, good luck in your quest to find my brother!" Sam grabbed the miniature Gabriel.
"Wait, why are you leaving?"
"Because Raguel is fuckin' nuts. I'm not an idiot like you guys," Gabriel visibly shivered and disappeared before their eyes. The boys spent a second looking around before they shrugged and set off into the dimly lit corridor.
"Well, we better get cracking, we only have until morning to find Cas and stop this crazy Raguel bitch," Sam looked at Dean strangely.
"How are we going to find him? This place is massive!" Dean squinted, trying to look around.
There were torches and random portraits lining the walls. Various statues were placed around corners. In the middle of the hall there were several staircases leading in various directions. It would be almost impossible to find Castiel in this maze.
"It's not looking good Sam…But we have all night and we just have to find him, right?" Dean had to, no matter what. He gripped his fists, trying to think of something, anything they could do to make this work. He didn't know what Raguel had in mind, but he knew he couldn't let her just do whatever she wanted. Suddenly, Dean jolted, feeling a misplaced warmth around him.
"Woah…dude you're glowing!" Sam moved in closer, studying him. "Is that…Grace?" Dean creased his brow. He didn't want to admit it but it was curiously similar to the feeling he'd get when exposed to Cas's mojo.
"I. . . I don't know. I can't. . ." Dean felt this tugging sensation around him, urging him forward, as though telling him to 'move his ass, already!'. "It feels like it's trying to lead me in a direction,"
"Why would that happen?" Dean shook his head. He couldn't explain it, he didn't want to even fathom why it was happening, really. He was sure he didn't want to know.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, I know it's not dangerous. Let's follow it,"
::
Castiel found himself in a bed chamber. Before him was a mid-century styled, four poster bed with drapes, various decorated furniture scattered all around. There were no signs of electricity or technical advancement. Cas knew that whatever had brought him here was delving into time travel. It was most certainly either a trickster or an Archangel. It could have been a Jin, but it was more akin to Gabriel's handy work.
It wasn't Gabriel, though.
He stood and looked outside the window. There was a grandiose stable that undoubtedly housed dozens of horses. The outside was a mere pane of stained glass away, but there were wards that were keeping him here. He couldn't move.
"Whomever is responsible for this, show yourself." Suddenly a blonde woman appeared, in a chemise and dark red corset and poof skirt. She was attractive, but Castiel only held contempt for her. It was Raguel. There was no mistaking her volatile Grace. By the looks of it, she'd found a new vessel.
"Sister…"
"Ahh, Castiel. My baby brother. How unfortunate that Father has saddled you with such a beast! If you're going to bed a human, you deserve elegance, dear. A strong, beautiful woman. An angel with class!" Castiel scoffed.
"And you think that this being is yourself? Why the interest in me all of a sudden?" She smirked, placing her arm around Castiel's neck, looking at him lovingly.
"Because Father is wrong, my love. You deserve no punishment. You deserve nothing but love. Your family will always take you back. You're nothing like Lucy. Why not be with someone who irrevocably loves you, like myself, rather than that indecisive twit of a human, Dean Winchester?"
"I'm in love with Dean," Cas said simply. "He carries my child and if you keep speaking ill of him, I won't hesitate to harm you." Raguel grimaced, scoffing. She obviously didn't want to hear it.
"As you could fare against me. I'm more than twice your age. Besides, It's all a farce. Father has planned all of this. Nothing you share is real. Dean doesn't love you and he won't. Your feelings are all for nothing, baby brother. Don't waste them on that charlatan! Father will take the baby when it's born and you will have nothing. At least this way you'll have someone who loves you when it all falls apart," Cas grit his teeth. He didn't want to hear these things. Dean and Cas shared a bond she would never understand.
"If I hear you insult Dean again. . . " Raguel snorted.
"You'll do what? You forget that I'm the archangel here, not you," She smiled. "Now rest up. I'll be sending people early tomorrow so you can get ready for our wedding!" She squealed and popped into nothing.
Wedding. . . What crazy ideas did she have in mind now?
Castiel collapsed on the bed. She had a point, though. Dean didn't love him. . . He couldn't look upon his wings without being burned, so their bond wasn't even complete. After all this, where would he and the Winchester stand? It's not like they would be a couple. Dean wouldn't do something like that. It was hard enough for him to even resign himself to one woman.
Simply, what did Cas hope to get out of this? More importantly, How was he going to get out of here? He needed to get back to Dean. He wanted to know what would become of them.
::
"The mojo is weakening. . . I can't get a good sense of where to go now," Dean and Sam had been walking through the Castle all night. They weren't sure what time it was, but they had to hurry before the dawn broke. Dean couldn't stop thinking about what that woman said. He couldn't let that bitch do anything weird to Castiel. Like Castiel would go for a marriage anyways.
Dean stopped in his tracks, fists clenched. He wouldn't, would he? Wasn't it just in the car that Cas was spouting all that love crap? The way the angel kissed him made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered, Like all Castiel could think about was Dean. There was no way some angel with a huge ego was gonna take him away so easily.
Why did Dean care anyways? It wasn't really any concern who Cas did or didn't marry. They weren't a couple. . . Dean had made it clear.
Too clear. . . Shit.
"What's the issue, man?" Dean realized he'd stopped walking.
"It's not working. . . Cas is gonna marry that bitch," Sam raised a brow.
"What makes you think that?"
"Cause the Grace ain't working and. . . I said some things. I don't know. . . " Sam looked at him worriedly.
"What did you say?" Dean dropped to his knees, worn out.
"It's not my fault. . . Cas kept saying things like that he loved me and all this weird shit. . . What am I supposed to say to that?"
"He loves you?" Sam smiled. Dean glared. Sam knelt next to Dean and patted his back. "That's great man." Sam lowered his voice, proceeding carefully. "Do you. . . love him back?" Dean clenched his fists. He really didn't want to hear that question right now.
"N-NO! I mean. . . I don't know. . . As a friend for sure, but the other thing. . . Look it's complicated! I didn't say anything to him about it and now. . ." Sam frowned.
"Look, Dean. Cas loves you. If it's anything I know about him, he's extreme in his sincerity. He wouldn't go off and marry the first angel he sees just cause you didn't say it back. Stop worrying,"
"I'm not worried!" Dean snapped, blushing. Sam smirked and pulled him to his feet.
"Then what the hell are we waiting for? Don't you have a wedding to crash?"
Dean, newfound vigor, started glowing fiercely again and started walking in a definite direction. "Come on, let's go. It's this way,"
Sam smirked, Jealousy suits you, big bro.
::
Castiel had searched the entire room for a way to escape. It seemed like it would be impossible. Raguel had thought to strengthen any possible vulnerability in this room. The angel couldn't even dream of escaping.
Cas wondered for a moment if it even mattered to Dean if he did or not. The Winchester had made perfectly clear his aversion to Castiel. It was regrettable, but it was what Dean willed.
His gaze cast downward at the crackling fire in the hearth. A waste, seeing as Cas hardly needed warmth. A false gesture of kindness. Raguel was ready to hurt anyone to achieve what she wanted. He scoffed and the flames died. If it was one thing, he knew Dean would never put someone in harm's way for his own gain.
Even if Dean didn't love him, Castiel needed to see him.
It was more than difficult being away from Dean right now. Ever since he felt the presence of life within Dean, there was an irrational need to stay not more than a couple feet away from him at all times. The urge to protect Dean was irresistible. It was almost maddening that he couldn't go and be with him right now.
He had a child on the way. Dean didn't need to worry because it belonged to he and Dean alone. His Father would just have to deal with that. Castiel wouldn't let harm come upon his son or daughter. He would protect it from everything, the demons, his Father, even Dean if he had to.
It wouldn't come to that though. He didn't have to read his mind to know that Dean wanted the child as much as Castiel did. The look on the hunter's face when he learned of the new life's presence within, well that was everything Castiel needed to confirm that Dean's feelings for the child were the same as his own.
Castiel felt a stress on his mouth. It was almost painful. Was he. . . He was smiling. He had been doing so for who knows how long. It was uncomfortable, but it was right. This is what happiness was. The events of the past few days were all he needed to pick him up from the rut he'd found himself in He needed to see Dean. He wouldn't give up on him or their child.
Raguel said that they would be married in the morning. The sun was already starting to lighten the sky, but it wasn't visible. It wouldn't be long until it came up. Cas had a plan.
::
Outside the barred windows, Dean and Sam knew that it was about to break dawn. They didn't have much time and the mojo had lead them to a pair of grand oak doors, engraved with carvings in Enochian, demon wards and other symbols. Was Cas inside this room? Dean didn't want to waste any time wondering about it. He grabbed the handle, discovering that it was locked and there was definitely no hope of breaking in. He growled in frustration, kicking it. Of course it'd be fucking locked. He knew Cas was inside, he could feel it.
Sam pulled him back, shaking his head. "We'll have to find another way in, man. There's no getting through here," Dean froze when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.
He turned around and saw Raguel dressed in pure white. Her silk corset was lined with lace and embroidery; shimmering brocades dotted with diamonds throughout the whole ensemble. Her hair was done up with a veil and bows and she looked fucking gorgeous. It pissed Dean off all the more.
"You're just in time, Winchester," She said, voice sleek as ice. "Castiel has given in. He has agreed to marry me. The ceremony is about to begin." Suddenly Dean's heart fell.
Castiel had given in? He really was about to marry Raguel, and willingly?!
Dean staggered a bit as the Angelic guards behind him ushered him into the room, turning a hall until they reached a small room with a wardrobe. He felt lightheaded; Sick. There was a pit in his stomach that was growing larger and larger with every step he took. There was a lump in his throat that just wouldn't go away. Sam was looking at him worriedly, but he didn't see it.
Dean was confused. Castiel had told Dean that he loved him. That he wanted to be with him and have this. . . this child with him. Was it a lie? Maybe he'd just been experimenting? Of course that was the case. . . Cas was choosing Raguel. An angel. In a female vessel. It was only natural right? Angels and humans couldn't be together. . . Dean was straight anyways. It was like this was his exit strategy. By the sound of it, Castiel was attracted to women too
. . .This is what he'd been looking for, after all. A way out. This was how it should have been.
Dean was unresponsive as the angels dressed him. Nothing really mattered anymore.
::
Castiel was standing at the alter. There were flowers everywhere. Vines of blood-red roses lined the walls and the black metalwork that they wrapped around made it look almost sinister. He knew that in the time that Raguel was making her way to the hall, Cas would have time to set up his trap. It wasn't hard to manipulate the angels all gathered in the room. They had no idea what was about to happen. All he had to do now was make her believe he'd given in, and she would be ensnared.
Long-winded orchestral music started to play and he knew the moment was here. He would see Dean soon, he would make sure of it.
The doors opened and in marched Raguel, adorned in her wedding dress and what would appear to be a wedding-day glow, only it was polluted by malice. Not very holy of you, sister.
What caught his eye the most, however, was that Dean and Sam Winchester were in-tow behind her. They were dressed in formal, mid-century garb with a silk coat and doublet, not unlike his own. Dean's was green, Sam's brown. He'd never before seen Dean Winchester look so. . . regal. It was interesting, at the very least, to see.
His eyes caught Dean's and he felt the sharp pang of longing that he'd been feeling a lot lately. It was to his very surprise that the look on Dean's face wasn't unlike his, only there was profound pain riddled in it. Guilt spread through him, he tried to tell Dean with his eyes that it would be okay, that he would get them out of this mess, but it didn't last. Raguel was looking at him too, he had to keep the farce; the plan wouldn't work otherwise.
He nodded to her as she reached the alter. He took her hand and led her to the stage where his brother, Anriel stepped in to play the part of minister.
"Ah, Castiel and Raguel, a true couple of the heavens. On this day you come forth seeking a marriage. In favor of haste," He nodded to Raguel. "I will be cutting the sermon short. Please, join hands," He nodded to Castiel and Raguel. Castiel was doing everything in his power not to break eye contact with Raguel and look at the one he really loved. Eye contact was part of the spell. Castiel could do nothing but focus in this moment.
Anriel continued. "Raguel, what say you to Castiel? for you are soon to be bound together in holy matrimony for a true eternity,"
"I say destiny will always find it's way back to your life. We are meant to be, Castiel, soon you will understand. I will cherish every moment beyond this, you by my side," Don't scoff. Don't scoff!
"And, Castiel! What say you to Raguel?"
"I say, true love will always conquer the illusions. What is obscured will always seek disclosure. Where there is good intentions there will always be victory," This little speech seemed to pacify the woman in front of him. Too bad she didn't read the other side of the meaning behind his words.
"Do you, Raguel, take Castiel, an angel of the Lord, to be your bonded, your partner, and your other half as long as you both exist?"
"I do," Raguel spoke, grinning from ear to ear. Castiel suddenly felt sick.
"And do you, Castiel, take Raguel an archangel of the Lord to be your bonded, your partner, and your other half as long as you both exist?" Castiel bit his lip, he had to say it, or everything would be for naught.
"I do. . ."
"Then under the witness of 100 angels, and the power vested in me. . ."
"NO!" Suddenly it was at least 50 degrees colder than it was before. Cas looked to the hall and it was covered in ice. Dean was on the floor in the aisle, on his knees, glowing a shocking amount of Grace that was suspiciously like his own. Dean gripped his head, face screwed up in pain. He was looking desperately up at Cas, not sure how to say what he wanted. The angel next to him growled, unaffected by the sudden freeze.
"Winchester! What have you done to my wedding?!" She balled her fists and tried to stomp away but couldn't move more than a foot. She was ensnared in a trap. "What—?! Castiel is this your doing?! Let me out of here!"
"The moment we said "I do" You were trapped, Raguel. Good luck trying to get out," She growled angrily, stomping and pounding on the invisible barrier. Castiel wasted no time, running over to the hunter, crouching to his level. Dean looked confused, eyes still glowing white.
"You…t-trapped her?"
"How else was I supposed to get out of here?" Dean looked even more confusd. His glow was dying down. This was becoming evermore peculiar. Castiel helped him to his feet, catching him in his arms as he staggered.
"She'd said you'd given in. That you were going to marry her. . ." Castiel held him tightly, running his fingers through Dean's soft hair. He felt like this was the rightest place he could be.
"I'd never marry her. I told you before, Dean. I love you. You're the only one I want," He saw Dean's cheeks turn bright red, his gaze going back to normal.
"Cas. . ." Dean looked into his eyes, a mixture of emotions gathered in his green irises. He was embarrassed, but he was also happy. Cas could feel it. The grace that Dean was emitting was creating happy electricity as it mingled with Castiel's. He caressed the side of Dean's face with his hand, because just being able to touch him was a relief. "I don't know much about love, but I do know that I don't want to lose you." He looked away, cheeks managing to become even more flushed. "And I don't know why, but it really pissed me off seeing you with that bitch. . ." Dean sneered a little, glancing up at Raguel still trapped in the circle.
"You were jealous." Castiel said, amused. There was a warm glow in his center as he thought about this.
"No!" Dean blushed, looking away. "I just. . . She's not right for you that's all." Castiel smiled, getting closer to Dean, cupping the sides of his face.
"Dean you're always so honest, whether you want to be or not," He bit his lip, looking deeply into Dean's eyes. "I want to kiss you so badly right now. . . " Dean looked away, looking uncomfortable at Castiel's words. There was cold chuckling coming from the altar. Still stuck in the angel trap, Raguel could hardly contain herself. The only thing that pacified him right now was knowing that her little ploy went up in flames.
Or. . . Ice, if you took a look around. He still wanted to figure out how Dean managed that. . .
"Honest!" Raguel scoffed, pointing at the hunter. "Dean, are you ever going to tell your boyfriend about what happened while you were creating that little abomination in your belly?"
"S-shut up. . ." He said, blushing five shades of red at her words.
"Dean? What is she talking about?"
"He can tell you later, but for now, get me out of this thing, Castiel. I'm not allowed to hurt you or Dean anyways," Cas furrowed his brow in irritation.
"Father is behind this," Cas said. It was more of a statement than a question; He should have known it all along. Raguel hummed in affirmation.
"Now if you want to know more, you better let me out of here first!" Cas snapped his fingers, causing Raguel to stagger a bit before she righted herself. She crossed her arms in a snooty pout, not looking at them.
"He wanted to see what a bout of separation would do to you, and if Winchester's shared baby Grace was strong enough to bring you back together before anything happened here. Looks like you and your dog won, baby brother. My work here is done. I won't be bothering you anymore. She flew off at that, Castiel barely managed to see her depart or get a glimpse of her wings. Archangels were nothing if not fast.
:: (A/N: Awkward POV change, sorry!)
Dean looked at Castiel, glad for that bitch to be gone, even though he wanted to pummel her. But like all jerk angels, she left too fast. He'd get her next time though. Right now he was just hoping Cas would not ask questions about what she said. How could he tell Cas he'd been keeping such a huge thing as being able to See all this time? Something as important as that, and Dean had kept it from him. He wouldn't be happy about it. That much was certain.
"Baby Grace?" Cas said. Another question he didn't feel like answering. But it was better than the alternative.
"The force that was pulling me in your direction. What caused all of this. . ." Dean gestured to the frozen audience of the chapel, the ice covering everything. "I think that's what she was referring to," Cas turned back to him, eyes wide in amazement.
"You were using Grace, Dean?"
"Well there was some kind of power that lead me to you. I'm assuming that's what it was. It was just like your mojo, just a bit different. . . " Dean was suddenly very uncomfortable, as it was getting harder and harder to deny that yes, Dean Winchester definitely had a baby angel growing inside of him at this very moment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, not really able to do anything but resign himself to it. It was happening. Dean could do nothing about it.
Suddenly Dean was being tighly hugged by Castiel.
"Cas. . . really?" He squeaked out, feeling his oxygen being cut off.
"I've suddenly been overtaken by a bout of euphoria. I don't know why, but embracing you seemed to be the only thing that could contain it," Dean rolled his eyes, patting Cas's hair, messing it up in the process, making it stick out at odd ends. Hah. Little victories.
Cas's voice was quiet in his ear. "Dean, Raguel said that there was something you weren't telling me. What did she mean?"
Dean pulled away and clenched his eyes shut, steeling himself for what was about to come out. He didn't know how Cas would react to this. But he didn't have a choice. He couldn't keep lying to him.
"Cas. . . That night when we. . ."
"The night we fornicated," Cas filled in, noticing Dean having a hard time completing the sentence. Dean flinched a bit at the bluntness, but nodded nonetheless. He better just get it over with.
"That night. . . I saw your wings." He paused to look at Cas's expression, but there was none. Ignoring it, Dean bore on, not able to stop once he started anyways. "I saw it all. The colors, the shape, felt the texture against my skin. . . It was fucking amazing. You were fucking beautiful, Cas. . ." He bit his lip, grabbing on the the lapels of Cas's overcoat. "Cas, I'm sorry I hid it from you, I was just embarrassed. I didn't know what it meant. I still don't. . . I just don't want you to hate me. . ." Suddenly Cas sighed.
"Dean I could never hate you. I'm. . . having an unpleasant feeling that I can't place right now. It's stemmed from the fact that you didn't tell me right away, but at the same time I'm very happy at this news. More happy than you can imagine, I think," Cas's lips quirked up into an unmistakable smile. He continued, slowly, as though testing the words on his lips. "The bond is complete," Dean blushed, trying to look anywhere but Castiel's eyes.
"But, what does it mean?"
"It means whatever you feel like it means, Dean. I can't tell you what this bond means to you," Dean swallowed, the next words out of his mouth quiet and unsure.
"Well, what does it mean for you?"
"It means that I really do have the ability to grant you the happiness you deserve. Dean, that's all I've ever wanted." Dean's expression softened at Cas's words. It wasn't often when someone cared so much about his happiness. He gently lifted his hand to touch the angel's face.
"Cas. . ." He felt the stubble there and, underneath it, the soft skin of his face. He really had the prettiest blue eyes. . . Dean jumped, shaking himself out of his reverie. "W-what about the fact that I kept it from you for so long?"
"You can consider it part of my punishment. God knows you owe me a bit. I would like for us to be on better terms at the very least." Dean smirked, ruffling the angel's hair.
"Cas I'm not mad. . . I can't ever be mad at you. I tried, but it was hard. I don't like forcing myself to be mad at someone. . ." He stepped closer, going way out of his comfort zone and hugging the angel close. "Cas, I feel like that too, ya know? Like all I've ever wanted since I met you was to see you be yourself, or become yourself. I feel like it's happening more and more. I'd like to think that some of it's 'cause of me, ya know?" Dean swallowed, looking away before continuing. "You have a real awesome smile so I like seeing it. . ." He was blushing, embarrassed, but he didn't care. He felt like he had to let Cas know these intimate details no matter what.
"My lips hurt all time nowadays, Dean. I'm assuming that smiling is the culprit,"
"You just need to strengthen your cheeks."
"Can I suggest another way you might help me with that?" Dean, completely oblivious, looked up, tilting his head in question.
"How ca—Mmph!" And there it was, the kissing thing that Cas was so determined to do. Dean should have fought, should have struggled. He definitely shouldn't have went slack, melting into Cas's fucking sexy lips.
Cas was becoming a pro at this, Dean noted. He'd already learned all of the things that made Dean's breath hitch, made him moan just from a fucking kiss. The way he sucked on Dean's tongue, bit at his lips or caressed just the right spot on the Winchester's body just wasn't fair. There was no room for Dean to protest. It was all just too right.
He pulled away leaving Dean fucking breathless.
"Dean, my cheeks already feel so much stronger. . ."
"You fucker. . .I'll show you. . ." Dean was about to kiss Castiel back with the same unrelenting force, but he was stilled by angel in question.
"Dean, we should probably unfreeze them," Dean was fucking confused. What was he babbling about at a time like this? He followed Cas's eyes and looked at the frozen party that was watching them with creepily still eyes. Dean gritted his teeth, feeling a little guilty since Sam was amongst them too.
"Right. . . but I don't really know how to use this mojo stuff. . ."
"Well, the way it works for me is if I will something, it happens. So just think about the ice being gone and everything back to the way it was before your tantrum," Dean glared a bit at the use of the word 'tantrum', but nodded, turning to the pews. He used all his energy to concentrate, thinking of what it was before he walked into the aisle. He thought of Sam and how proud he would be that there were no more secrets between Dean and Cas, and that they were on much better terms. He needed to tell Sam that he'd done so much personal disclosure today.
And suddenly there was noise. A lot of it. Scattered "pop"ing noises as angels fled the scene. It was almost empty before Sam finally made his way up the aisle. The taller man looked really confused. Rightfully so, since there'd been a wedding before his forced nap took place.
"Dean? Cas? What happened?" He looked around, confusion on his face. "Where's Raguel?"
"She's gone," Said Cas. "It was all just a set up by my Father to see what the new Grace could do," Sam raised a brow.
"You're both okay? She just left?"
"Long gone," Dean said, grinning. "Guess I was just a little too intimidating for he—Ugh…" The oldest Winchester wrapped his arms around his middle, doubled over. He knew it! He knew the day would come when his stomach would pay him back for all of the shit he put in it. Dean gagged and proceeded to vomit all over the floor.
"Are you alright?" Dean wiped his mouth, looking at the grossed out face of his brotherand Cas who looked more than a little worried. Not one of his finer moments, Dean would admit. Dean sat on the floor, weak from the wretching. There was still a bundle of knots inside, trying to get out.
"I was perfectly fine before. Now my stomach feels like there's a Mexican dance party going on inside. Don't know how it's possible that so much came out since I haven't even eaten anything since yesterday." Sam looked away, voice quiet.
"It's possibly morning sickne—" Another bout of vomiting. Cas went to him this time, helping him steady as he emptied whatever was left of his stomach onto the grand floor. He was grateful, to say the least. It was. . . sweet. He glared up at Sam. "Dean. . . "
"Don't even try to finish that sentence. . ." Sam held up his hands
"I'm just saying. . . There might be a lot of. . . physical repercussions happening soon. We might want to try getting some insight from Gabriel about it so that you know what to expect."
"Did I hear my name? What's that? You need my help?" Dean rolled his eyes. Great. Just what he needed. Gabriel grimaced at the mess on the floor. "For crying out loud, Dean. What did that carpet ever do to you?"
"Look, just get us out of here," Dean said, definitely not in the mood for Gabriel. Gabriel sighed dramatically, zapping away the mess. "Fine, fine. Just use me as you will. Not like I had anything better to do today, like read my comics or go fishing. I'm just waiting for the Winchesters to get lost in the 15th century, only to have to haul them back to the present," Dean's patience was growing very thin.
"Will you just teleport us back there already?!" Gabriel held up his hands. In an instant they were back at the hotel. Dean slumped down on the bed, losing the strength in his legs from the long night.
"Castiel you better be on your toes." Gabriel said, "He's not going to be easy to handle while pregnant,"
"I will de-wing you," Dean growled. Gabriel was gone in the next instant. Dean could finally relax. He was done with angels for the day. Well maybe save for one. He looked at Cas, finding his nervousness a bit endearing. Cas looked back and he gestured next to him motioning for Cas to sit. The angel sat down and he didn't even care that Sam was standing right there. He propped his head on Cas's lap and proceeded to doze off. Not caring about anything except how right it felt being with him.
Even with all that would happen in the future, it was somehow alright since he was with Castiel.
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A/N: Oh good golly what the fuck. I hope you didn't mind the dreadful longness of the chapter. There was literally no place to cut it off unless I re-wrote half of it. Lol but yeah. Sorry for the super long wait. I don't even know how long it's been. Sheesh. Anyways please please please review! I don't deserve it, but for those of you who have pity on me, I implore you!