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"Today," Willow smiled as she ran her hand up and down Castiels arms and wondered again for the hundredth time on how someone so skinny could be so toned and perfect, "it has been the best day of my life."
Castiel smiled down at her, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, planting a small kiss on her forehead before pulling back, looking down at Willow alarmed.
"No," Willow shook her head glaring up at him, "I know that face, I'll be fine stop it – it is our wedding day."
"Humour me? Please," Castiel said, wrapping his arm around her waist as he towed her into the front room of their small Cuba house to where Balthazar, Bobby, Sam and Dean were sitting still dressed in their tuxedos.
"Balthazar?" Castiel asked quietly, pulling him aside and after one look which Willow couldn't interpret between the two of them she found herself doing something she'd only ever done once before. Which was fainting.
"Sit still," Castiel ordered, his voice like thunder when she woke up raising a small hand to her head which seemed as if it was on order to explode and the noises around her made her ears bleed. Even Sam and Dean whispering worriedly to each other made her head pound horribly.
"Cas," Willow mumbled under her breath as she held a hand out searching for him, she hated feeling this weak as if she needed him, and if she was honest she did. But she didn't want anyone to know about that.
Almost straight away his hand was in hers and one arm was comfortingly around her shoulder, "shush," he calmed her, "it'll be okay, we'll get the cure."
"Cure?" Willow asked, her voice so frail and weak that it made Castiels heart bleed to think that she was that breakable – that he wasn't careful enough.
"They're coming," Balthazar said testily, cockily smiling at Willow which made her smile softly, wincing with pain as she stood up and took up a defensive stance like everyone else.
"What're you doing?" And this time Willow didn't have to look up to know it was Balthazar was talking, you could tell from his infuriated British accent that it was him while he looked at her with confusion and worry.
"You need to rest," Castiel murmured quietly in her ear so only Willow could hear but even as he said it he knew it was no good. She was his little worrier princess.
Without warning three large angels all dressed in the same straight lace black and white suite with expressionless faces appeared in the middle of the room, an uneasy silence ensued as neither side knew what to do until Willow spoke again, "fucking hell, it's the Matrix guys."
Dean was the only one who laughed, Castiel granted Willow a short smile but otherwise the stony expressions were the same until Dean spoke up, relaxing from his fighting stance.
"Well as much as a laugh this has been."
"How're you feeling Willow?" the one at the front spoke up and with a satisfactory smile when he realised falter in both Dean and Willows confidence he continued, "you know I'm almost impressed. Once that poison hits you, well you should be dead in the hour yet here you are."
"You poisoned her," Castiel repeated, his voice was the most angry she'd ever heard it, and it was barely above a whisper.
"Yes, your marriage is wrong Castiel, she is nothing," the angel said.
"No," Castiel growled, "I see why our father loved them so much."
"But this one, she's tainted with the grace of our brother Lucifer, she stole it."
"No," Willow spoke up as she noticed the angel at the back slide out the angelic metallic blade, "don't," she cocked her head as she broke into a grin, all at once feeling better – better than better she felt perfect. Invincible. And strong. She glared at the angel holding the blade, "you are Castiels family, I mean hell my family now," she laughed dryly, "I don't want to kill you."
"You're an abomination," the angel replied.
"Blame your daddy," Willow said as she raised her eyebrows and ducked the blade which was flung to her head. She grinned easily at him as she jumped forwards, "you'll need to do better than that," as she touched his forehead and black light shone through his eyes and mouth as he dropped to the floor – his wings splayed out behind him as he was stone cold dead.
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