Everyone looked toward the doors to the palace, where a gold carpet had been rolled out.

Cas sucked in a breath, then Dean walked out, slowly, as if he had been practicing this forever, and made his way down. Castiel was speechless- Dean looked so handsome, his golden hair a nice reflection of the accented colors of the suit. Everything was so well tailored to fit Dean's build, his broad chest, wide-shouldered frame…

He walked up the stairs, and as he took one step, he stumbled a little, muttering under his breath, 'son of a bitch, damn shoes,' and making Castiel grin despite the concern of formality.

Dean grinned back as he made it up to the alter, and he took Cas' hands.

"Hey," he murmured, blushing slightly. Cas smiled. "Dean. You look dazzling." Dean blushed even harder, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright, you sap. Let's get hitched."

Cas laughed a little, and they turned toward the one who would marry them, an older man with a grey beard and a marking of some sort on his arm. Castiel recognized him as Cain, one of the few wizards that lived in the Kingdom.

He began the ceremony. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today…"

Dean looked into Castiel's eyes, and they stared at each other. The blue orbs were angelic, and Dean wanted nothing more than to kiss him right there and then….

"You may say your vows," Cain nodded, stepping back for a moment.

Dean bit his lip. He wasn't one for organized romance, and well, he hadn't really prepared a speech, so he just spoke from the top of his head and winged it- like he'd done all his life.

"Prince Castiel- Cas… you're…" he looked down, "You're… perfect. I mean, that was the first thing I thought when I saw you. Among… other things," he noted, smirking a little, "Along with, ya know, you're really hot, you've got a great body, also accompanied by a rogue thought of 'hey, I am not falling for this guy.' But… I was. And, I did. I know this sounds really lame, but…" he exhaled, "I never knew true happiness until I saw you," he said, real seriousness in his eyes, "Yeah, I'm screwed up. I know it. Yes, I'm a mess of unwanted, stupid feelings, and as much as I'd like to be that knight in shining armor for you… well, I guess my armor's a little tarnished," he chuckled, and Cas smiled at Dean's shyness.

"Listen, man… you and I… we've been through a lot. I even went through some... pretty unbelievable stuff to get where we are today," he smirked, winking over at Gabriel, "And though our journey wasn't all together, we're together now, and that makes all of this shit worth it," he said, and a rousing mumble went through the crowd at Dean's use of words. In the audience, Zachariah slapped his palm to his forehead.

Cas blushed, looking down a bit, and Dean laughed. "Oops. Well, what the hell? I'm in love. Love makes people really, really stupid. I never thought I would be reciting vows in front of thousands of people, that's for sure. But… wow. I am. And… I'm actually standing here, in front of the nicest… sexiest," he added, wiggling his eyebrows, "Most amazing person I've ever known. So Castiel- I promise to love you forever, and I am forever yours to do with as you please." He leaned in. "And that could mean more than one thing, hot stuff."

Cas grinned, and quickly cleared his throat, trying to ignore the warmth spreading in his stomach. He opened his mouth… but the words didn't come out. He looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly forgot everything he was about to say. "Dean-" he said, speaking from nothing but his heart, "I love you."

And they embraced, Cas letting a single tear of joy roll down his face. Dean held him close, and they both parted after a minute. The minister smiled. "You may kiss the groom."

Cas put a hand behind Dean's head, and drew him to his lips, pressing them together. The crowd cheered. Sparks seemed to fly between them, and while Dean thought that was incredibly cheesy to think, he knew it was kinda true- in this instance anyway.

"I now pronounce you, husbands and Kings of Far Far Away." Cain took the shiny golden crown off the pillow, and placed it atop Castiel's head. Cas smiled, and leaned in to whisper to Dean. "Yours is coming soon- Zachariah thought my partner would be royalty already."

Dean laughed, and swept his new husband off of his feet. "I love you," he said, a saying that had been widely overused that day, but Dean didn't care. He did. He felt good. He had a whole new world now, with the love of his life. And he would never have to go back to the Poison Apple, or his worst fears, again.

The sunlight was fading as the celebrations roared. The people of Far Far Away were having the time of their lives, celebrating not only the return of Castiel, but their new Kings.

"Well," Dean smiled contentedly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "You look... hot," he said, for lack of a new word. Cas smiled, but there was some concern behind it, and Dean noticed that.

"What?" he asked when Cas didn't join him on the bed.

Cas turned, looking out the window. "Dean..." he started, then sighed. If he wanted to leave, Cas wouldn't put it past him. That was all there was to it.

His husband's silence was beginning to worry Dean. "What, Cas? What, can you not get it up now or something?" Cas blushed, turning around again. "No, it's not that. Believe me," he added, giving a small smirk as he regarded Dean on the bed, "It's just... kind of the opposite..."

Dean processed this. "Uh... okay... and how is that a problem? It's our wedding night! Translation: the night we bang until sun-up, no worries, no regrets. Well, that's not exclusive to tonight, but," he shrugged, grinning.

Cas exhaled. "That's not what I mean. I'm... I'm cursed." The man on the bed paused. "Okaaay... how?" Cas looked down. "Before I was born, a witch, she... she put a spell on me. When I saw you at the Poison Apple, I was under the influence of a potion that masked it. It's unbreakable-" "What does it do, dammit?" "-Every night at dusk... something happens to me." Dean looked hilariously petrified for a second.

"Did I marry a werewolf?" Cas chuckled. "No." Dean let out a relieved sigh. "Okay. I mean, like, it wouldn't have totally bothered me if you were, you know, but..." Cas shook his head. "It's alright, Dean, nothing like that."

It all started to make sense to Dean now, how Cas had left so quickly, and how he didn't want to sleep together their first night back. He felt a pang of sympathy for Cas, for how conflicted he must feel sharing what was probably his deepest secret.

Cas looked out the window again, and took a deep breath as the last of the sun hid behind the distant mountains. He turned, and let his shirt slip off, revealing his lean, naked chest, and his naked back, as wings appeared in full, shimmering into sight, and Castiel couldn't help the spread of red across his face and neck as he hung his head in shame.

He grimaced as he heard a small gasp-like sound from Dean, and he rubbed his arm. "Um... I understand if you want to leave... I won't hold you back. I can talk to my father, and-"

"They're beautiful!" is what Cas heard, and the King looked up. "P-pardon me?" Dean got up, a star struck gaze radiating from wide green eyes.

"They're... they're stunning," the other King repeated, and Cas was sure he had heard right this time. "But-" "But nothing, Cas. They're... you're gorgeous... how could you ever, ever think that I would want to leave you for this? How could you think for a second that I would ever stop loving you?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Tears were forming in Castiel's eyes, and Dean spoke softly. "Hey," he said, guiding Cas' jaw gently to look at him. "I'd rather have you- cursed or not. If you could even call this a curse," he added.

Cas swallowed. "But, Zachariah said it was a flaw... that people would never find them attractive-" "Well, hate to burst that bubble of crap, but we've already established that Zach is a Class A douche, your father or not." Cas laughed a little, not disagreeing.

Dean then leaned in, and slowly but surely trailed his hands along Cas' upper arms, biting his lips as he felt the defined, lean muscles as they flexed under his light touch. Then he moved down to Cas' shoulder blades, and-

"Ohhh," Cas moaned, letting out a breath into Dean's mouth as Dean's fingers grazed the base of his wings. Dean's eyebrows went up. "Huh! Pleasure point. Alright, we can have some fun with this." Cas smiled bashfully. "They're sensitive, I suppose. I've never tried to... touch them, in that way. I wasn't sure how it would feel."

So Dean spent another long minute tracing the length of the wings, reveling in every shudder or groan Cas let go of in the process. Watching how blissful Castiel was as he experienced this made Dean so hard it hurt to shift.

"You're so fucking sexy," he mumbled, and Cas licked his lips. In a second, their hands were on each other, taking off and quickly discarding what was left of their clothes.

Dean fell back onto the bed, naked and wet, and Cas leaned down over top of him.

Dean thought for a second. He was wrong... this felt nothing like he had feared it would before... this wasn't prostitution anymore... this was Cas, and it just felt so natural... so right.

Dean's legs fell open as he licked his full, pink lips in anticipation. His lips were swollen already from kissing, and Castiel felt himself twitch as he stared down at the man underneath him, ready and wanton to be taken. By him.

He then remembered that this was the first time they were having proper sex since what felt like years ago, but was only about two weeks.

"Please fuck me, Castiel," Dean said huskily, low so that Cas could feel the vibrations through his chest. His eyes, droopy with love and lust, fell down to gaze at Dean's crotch, where his cock was full and dripping, standing straight against his stomach.

"Dean," Cas mumbled, feeling dizzy over how much he wanted to be in him. Dean silently brought his fingers up to his mouth, inserting two of the digits in and sucking on them. Castiel's eyes widened as he watched, like his own personal show.

Dean grinned. He was a spectacular entertainer, and he knew it, so he decided to put to use all the tricks he had learned and exercised over the years. He took the fingers out of his mouth, an obscene trail of saliva linking them, and he slowly pushed them into his heat, moaning loudly as he scissored them in.

"Cas... Castiel-" Dean groaned, his breath hitching, and he slipped a third finger in, smiling wickedly as his eyes slid shut, knowing Cas was watching intently. Dean's cock was throbbing, and Castiel decided to help with that, wrapping cautious, slender fingers around it and pumping it slowly.

Dean's hips jerked up, and he threw his head back, gasping at the contact. "Your fingers are fucking magic, man," he whimpered, and Cas smiled, keeping up his pace in the way he stroked Dean.

Dean shuddered a little, then pushed his hand against Cas' deliriously to stop him. "Wait... I need you in me," he said, and Castiel nodded, lifting and slinging Dean's legs over his shoulders. Without hesitation, Cas replaced Dean's fingers with his cock, sliding in at a perfect angle.

"Oh, fuck!" Dean said, and Cas buried himself in Dean until he was fully received. He started to move, and Dean moaned. "Yeah... baby, oh, yeah," he panted, hooking his ankles around Cas' back and pulling him in deeper. "Just like that... oh, god, Cas, yes!"

Castiel let out a breathy growl as he snapped his hips back into Dean's, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. "Fuck yeah, harder, baby, harder-" Dean said, a sheen of sweat beginning to cover him.

"Dean," Cas mumbled, the name sounding so dirty coming from his mouth. "I need- oh, I need you..." "Tell me, Dean... what do you need...?" "D-deeper... god, please!" Cas gave slow, steady thrusts, his heavy cock stretching and filling Dean every time to the hilt and making the other man mewl for more.

"You're so beautiful, Dean," Cas said, breathing heavily as he thrust back in, "With your skin glistening in the starlight... your lips red and bitten, your eyes squeezed shut... I want to see you come. Fall apart beneath me."

Pleasure raked Dean's insides as he felt the beginnings of a glorious orgasm approaching, and he winced as he clenched around Cas, desperate to make them come together. Heat raged between them, and Dean could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead and the backs of his thighs, but he didn't care, he just wanted, needed that pinnacle of release...

The tightening motion made Cas gasp a little, and he thrust in at a different angle in surprise, hitting Dean's prostate hard.

"AH!" the golden haired man cried, lifting his eyebrows, "Cas, Cas, n-need you... oh, baby, please say you're almost there..." "Yes, Dean, I'm not very far..." "Oh, god, you're so fucking hot... you're so fucking sexy and now you're all mine, and I'm all yours, and fucccckkk, Cas, I love you so god damn much..."

Cas smiled, the intensity of the moment swirling around them. He brought his lips down to ghost over Dean's, before planting a soft kiss on them. "I love you too, Dean."

Then he took Dean's hands and palm to palm, clutched them tightly as he rocked into Dean, the emotional connection between them strong and unbreakable, making the physical pleasure that much better. For Dean, staring up into his husband's radiant blue eyes, the first thing he noticed about him when they first met, was enough to send him over the edge.

As soon as Dean began to come, Cas came too, both of them breathing each other's air, tasting each other's lips, and as the waves of euphoria crashed over them, Dean shook beneath Cas, feeling on top of the world, like their love was positively endless in that moment and forever.

When the high faded into a pleasant afterglow of sloppy kisses and feeling hands, they lay together in a hazy embrace, Cas' arm around Dean as they slipped under the fluffy, white covers together.

Cas sighed. "That was amazing..." Dean nodded, still attempting to recover as he ran a trembling hand through his hair. "That was the best sex I've ever had." Cas looked over, and Dean laughed. "And I guess that's sure saying a lot, huh?"

They kissed again, a kiss that promised happiness for a long, long time. Their teeth grazed each other as they couldn't contain their grins, their lips fitting and moving apart again.

"I love you, my angel," Dean murmured, stroking Cas' back and around where his wings were limp and resting against his shoulders. Castiel searched Dean's eyes. "I'll always love you, Dean."

They lay together, staring out the window at the night-fallen kingdom that they were now the leaders of.

They had both changed so much in the matter of a couple of weeks, it was miraculous. But sometimes, the best things always happen within the shortest periods of time- that's how you know it's true, because there's no time for regret, hesitation, or disappointment.

Just because they were safe and sound now and everything was set for them here in the kingdom, doesn't mean they wouldn't have any more adventures. On the contrary, there would be many more adventures to come. But the difference was, they would face them together this time.

Castiel was glad he took the chance of slipping out that night. Dean was glad he had a thing for mysterious, cloaked men. And now, they were the Kings of Far Far Away...

And just as they were meant to from the start of it all, they lived happily ever after.

THE END