Chapter Four
Third Person POV
Three Hundred Years Later
"Why him? Why not one of us? You know others will view this as favoritism." Michael scolded, looking down at his little sister. "Why not him? He's no different than one of us." Galteya countered, angered that her brother was so obsessed with tradition.
"I agree with Galteya. I don't understand why she can't choose for herself." Gabriel announced, speaking up for the first time during their little meeting. "Because she is an Archangel and should be mated with someone of her own rank. Not a mere Angel of the Lord." Raphael argued, siding with Michael.
Galteya sighed and stood up from the conference table the four Archangels were sitting at. "I'm sorry, Michael, but I've made my decision. I'm not going to choose you, or Raphael, or Gabriel because I don't think I should have to choose between you three. I've chose Castiel and I don't really care if you agree or not." she said a little coldly and before any of her brothers could argue with her, she was gone.
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Galteya fluttered into Castiel's pocket and looked around. "Castiel?" she called when she didn't see him anywhere.
"I'm here." he announced, appearing behind the Archangel. Galteya spun around and smiled at the other Angel. Castiel smiled back and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I talked with my brothers." she said, taking his hand in hers. "And?" he asked, following Galteya as she walked around the garden Castiel had chosen as his pocket of Heaven.
"We won't be bothered." she told him, giving his hand a small squeeze. "They didn't agree, did they?" he asked, seeing through her confidence. Galteya sighed and pulled Castiel over to a bench and had him sit down with her.
"No. Michael and Raphael didn't, but I stood my ground against Michael and I don't think he'll cross me. I'm still an Archangel and his sister in the end." she explained. Castiel smiled at her and leaned forward to place a light kiss on her lips.
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Present Day
"Castiel, please be careful. There's talk up in Heaven that if you're found, you're to be killed on sight. Zachariah is making it his personal goal to be the one to find you." Galteya explained, cupping the Angel's cheek. Castiel closed his eyes and leaned into the Archangel's touch and sighed, placing his hand over hers.
"Are you not going against orders by being here with me, then?" he asked, keeping his voice low so the others couldn't hear them in the other room. Galteya shook her head and moved forward so she was flush against him, her head resting against his chest and her arms wrapped around his waist. "I couldn't care less about orders right now. All that matters is that you're safe." she mumbled into his chest.
Castiel let out a low chuckled and wrapped his arms around her as well, resting his head on top of hers.
"You shouldn't be going against orders just because of me, Galteya." he whispered into her hair, enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms. "Too bad." she mumbled, closing her eyes. Castiel sighed and pulled her closer to him, not really wanting to let her go despite his protests of going against orders.
Galteya didn't know how long they stood like that, but had to pull away when she got a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. "I have to go. Raphael is calling for me." she said, her voice a little sad. Castiel nodded and let his arms drop. Before he could say anything else, Galteya leaned up and kissed him one more time before fluttering out of the room.
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"So, Cas, where's your wife?" Dean asked, sitting on the counter with his beer. Bobby and Sam looked up from the books they'd been reading, waiting for Cas to answer Dean's question. "She was called back to Heaven. For new orders if I'm assuming correctly." he answered, feeling a little awkward now that they all about Galteya.
"If she's an Archangel, why is she taking orders?" Sam asked, shutting his book.
"She still has to take orders from the other Archangels. She said Raphael was calling her before she left." Cas said simply before blinking out himself. "A little touchy if you ask me." Dean commented, taking a drink from his beer. "Be nice, Dean. He's probably nervous about you guys knowing he's hitched." Bobby advised.
"Why would he be nervous?" Dean asked.
"Did it ever occur to you that we're Cas's best friends and that what we think matters to him." Sam offered, leaning back in his chair and taking a drink of his own beer. Dean thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah."
A/N: Sorry this chapter is shorter, but I couldn't think of any other way to continue it. Please R&R and let me know what you think.