Michael slowed his thrusts, drawing out Adam's pleasure. Adam arched against him in response, running his lips over Michael's neck, scraping at him with his teeth. Michael lost himself in the sensation, loving the way Adam's fingers dug into his back, the way his thighs cradled him, the tight heat of him.

"There, there," Adam moaned breathlessly. "Yes, that's it! Mike!"

Michael loved the way Adam came with his entire body, the way his eyes fluttered and his body shook and his fingernails dug in deep, hips thrusting, hole clenching. He was beautiful in his pleasure, so much so that Michael would almost forget his own simply because Adam was so perfect.

Michael finished with a grunt, collapsing against Adam for a few moments before rolling off and forgetting they were on Adam's impossibly tiny dorm room bed. He tried to glare at Adam for laughing when he fell off, but he couldn't quite muster it. He liked Adam's laugh too much.

"Thanks for flying me home," Adam murmured, snuggling into him when he got back into the narrow bed.

"I told you that I'm here for you, Adam. No concern of yours is too small for me."

Adam looked at the clock. "Do you have to go?"

"I don't require sleep, beloved. I can stay for a while."

Adam smiled and grabbed a tissue from his bedside, swiping them both off. It was a kind gesture that Michael appreciated. When Adam sleepily dropped his head onto Michael's chest, however, Michael used his Grace to clean them both properly.

"Hey, are you…are you upset that we haven't said anything to Dean and Sam yet?" Adam asked, his voice worried and a little high.

Michael tightened his hold on the boy and kissed his forehead. "No, I'm happy to have you to myself just now. And I do not welcome the good-natured jocularity that will most assuredly follow any announcement we might make."

"You know Dean's going to be pissed, right?"

Michael huffed. "Well, pissed seems to be Dean's default mode for just about everything, so yes, I suppose I assumed he'd be upset. But he'll get over it. He took my mate from me, I don't see how he has any room to talk."

Adam stiffened in his arms and pulled away, grabbing his boxers from the floor, then moving to the tiny fridge for a bottle of water. Michael figured out that he had said the wrong thing. He scrounged for his own underwear and the jeans he had been wearing.

"Look, Adam, about Castiel…it was never with him like it is with you. Upon my honor, I would never…"

"When you went home with me, was it to get back at Dean? If you say yes, I won't be mad." Adam's face was set in a hard line, his hand clenched. He looked resolved to Michael's answer.

Michael just let out a humorless chuckle. "I didn't even know who you were…I just liked the way your ass looked in your jeans."

Adam's hand unclenched just a bit. "You didn't know Dean was my brother?"

Michael shook his head. "You had said that Sam was your brother, but I didn't know anything about him. I thought maybe, because of the way you were looking at Dean and Castiel that perhaps you had a crush on one of them? And then you asked if I wanted to go, and I thought, well, that we would maybe use each other to get over them." Michael moved closer to Adam and stroked his hand up his arm. "I certainly did not anticipate liking you as much as I do."

Adam turned into Michael's embrace, kissing his shoulder, grabbing him by the waist. "Yeah, I…I guess I sort of thought I'd have a one-nighter with you and then just write you off, but I can't."

"And therefore you wish to tell your brothers about me."

Adam nodded. "I want them to like you, but…it just doesn't look like Dean ever will. Our age difference…"

Michael snorted and hooked an arm around Adam, pulling him close. "Trust me, beloved, Dean has a lot of living to do before he catches up to Castiel. And his body count needs to rise impressively in order to match his mate's as well."

"Dean won't see it that way."

Michael started to walk Adam back towards the bed. This didn't take long considering the size of the dorm room. He pushed Adam down and shucked his jeans and shorts in one movement, then grabbed Adam's boxers and did away with those too. "I notice you don't mention Sam. Will he be more accepting?"

Adam's breath hitched when Michael wrapped his hand around him. "Yanno, I really don't want to talk about my brothers when you have your hand on my cock. Wait!" Adam scrabbled at Michael's hand when he took it away. "I didn't mean to stop!"

Michael chuckled darkly and leaned over Adam, bracing his forearms on either side of the boy's head. "If you wish for me to interpret your words differently, you'll need to articulate your feelings better."

"Fuck! You're a real bastard, you know that?"

Michael teased two fingers down Adam's neck, lightly caressing his collarbone until tiny goosebumps stood out all over his torso. "I'm the best interrogator of the entire garrison. The only one who is more adept at torture is Lucifer. I think you're in excellent hands, my boy."

Adam narrowed his gaze and parted his knees, causing Michael to sink between his thighs. Instantly, all of the places that wanted a little more contact with Adam were getting them, and then Adam raised his knees up so his entrance was just…

Michael met that narrow blue gaze with one dark, arched eyebrow. "Oh, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to play this game?"

Adam had the gall to smirk. "Bring it, Mikey."

All of the important things Michael felt they needed to talk about were suddenly lost in the challenge of making his boyfriend beg like the little bitch he was. Michael pulled him apart and put him back together again, and then finally some three hours later, decided it was best to leave Adam to his dreams. The boy did have classes later on that day, and Michael wanted him to be awake and aware, so he left for his home where he went through his usual routine to ready himself for the day.

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Gilda clearly did not appreciate being summoned. In fact, Castiel would say she looked downright insulted.

"Castiel? What is the meaning of this?"

"I need your help," he said. "And…and I'd like to know how Charlie is?"

Gilda frowned at him. "Well, if you'd have given me some warning, I would have brought her with me!" Gilda sat down on one of the chairs in Dean's living room. "Well? What's this about then?"

Dean explained the situation and their plans. "We thought since you were Castiel's friend and a Fairy, you could tell us how this will go in the end. Normally I wouldn't care, I'd just do it, but…"

"But you're mated now, your brother is going to be a father soon, and you realize that it's time to grow up," Gilda supplied succinctly. She looked around the room. "Well, there may be an inquiry by the High Council, but I think Azazel has fallen out of favor with most Fairies, so the retribution if any shouldn't be too bad."

"If he's fallen out of favor, then why don't your people do anything?" Sam practically snapped. It was very uncharacteristic of him, which made Castiel startle just a bit.

"I'm not privy to that information," Gilda said calmly. "I'm a lower ranking Fairy, but I hear things." She looked around the room. "Look, this makes me very uncomfortable, Castiel. I am essentially bound to your mate at the moment. Please tell him to give me my freedom! I'll bring Charlie so you can see her, I promise, just…release me!"

Dean frowned. "How do I do that?"

Gilda sighed. "You tell me that I am released."

"Okay. You're released."

Gilda took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you. I…I understand that you did not understand what you were doing, so I will not take offense."

Sam and Dean shared a look. "You mean since Dean summoned you, you were beholden to him?"

Gilda nodded. "May I go now and retrieve Charlie? We will be back shortly."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, take your time."

When she was gone, he turned back to Sam. Castiel decided to go and make tea since he could hear the brothers talk from any room in the house.

"So when we use the summoning spell, it puts the fairy under our command?" Sam asked in wonder.

"I guess so. I have a feeling this is going to bite us in the ass when we summon Azazel."

"He'll be pissed, that's for sure."

Castiel dropped a teabag into a cup and worried about Dean. Charlie might have been under Dean's thrall, but she clearly still had her powers. If she had wanted to, she could have used them.

"Well, I don't want Jess anywhere near him when we summon him."

"We'll do it outside of town so he can't hurt Cas or Jess or anyone."

Castiel smiled. As though Dean could go without him.

Then suddenly the brothers were shouting, and Castiel heard a familiar voice say, "What up, bitches?"

He dropped his tea things and went running into the living room. "Charlie!"

She turned and smiled. "Hey, Cas!"

Castiel moved forward quickly, catching her in his arms and swinging her around. "I've missed you!"

"Me too, let me get a look at you."

He held her out at arms' length and reached up a hand to stroke her bangs out of her face. Her hair was much shorter and cut like a pixie. Bright orange strands were mixed in with her usual red, and he couldn't help but think she looked like a candle.

"Check out your halo, Cas!" she laughed. "Gilda told me you were an Angel, but wow."

Castiel rubbed the back of his neck in an unconscious imitation of Dean. "Yes, I've heard it's quite bright."

Charlie moved in for another hug and then looked around the room. Gilda, Dean, and Sam were all standing off to one side, trying to look like they weren't watching and clearly feeling uncomfortable.

"Hey, so, you gonna introduce me to your handsome companions," Charlie asked, nudging him. "Don't tell me you're not interested in at least one."

Castiel laughed. "Well, you're actually partially responsible for this, but, Charlie, I'd like you to meet Dean. He's my mate."

Charlie's eyes got huge. "Mate? You're mated? Whoa…how long have I been gone?"

Castiel blushed. "Only about a month…"

Charlie clapped him on the shoulder. "Good going, Cas! Look at you! I knew you had it in you. Well, introduce us?"

Castiel took her hand and led her over to Dean. "Dean, this is Charlie. She's my best friend."

Dean held out his hand, but Charlie wasn't one for standing on ceremony. She threw herself into his arms and Castiel chuckled at Dean's shocked response. Dean hugged her back, however, and laughed a little at her exuberance.

"You're awfully tiny for that personality, Charlie," he joked.

Charlie shrugged. "Hey, I have to make up for it somehow." When she turned to Castiel, she mouthed, "He's dreamy." Castiel nodded in agreement.

"And this is Sam, Dean's brother. You'll meet his mate Jessica soon."

Sam got a hug from Charlie too, but he was better prepared for it. "We've actually heard a lot about you, so it's great to finally meet you," Sam said.

Charlie playfully punched Castiel on the arm. "Aw, you've been talking about me, Cassie?"

Castiel laughed and caught Dean's eye, then looked away. "Well, the thing is, Charlie, you're sort of the reason I'm with Dean now."

Charlie grabbed Castiel's hands and looked over at Gilda. "Hey, you ladies do whatever you need to do. Cas and I are going to catch up now."

Castiel barely had a moment to shrug at Dean before Charlie was dragging him off to the kitchen (he had to direct a little when she looked lost), and soon they were sitting at the table with a cup of tea each, and Castiel was telling the whole story to her.

"Well, he's gorgeous," she said after Castiel finished. "You know. For a guy. And he smells like cumin and leather. Good going there!"

Castiel laughed. "He is incredible, and very good to me. He's good to his family." He set his mug down and reached over to Charlie. "How is life in the Fairy Realm? Is it…is it the adventure you were looking for?"

Charlie smiled, her overbite just as cute as he remembered it to be. "It's great, Cas. I'm really happy. I miss you, but I'm really happy."

"Me too," Castiel said. "And I'm happy for you."

Sorry it's taken so long to update! This story will be finished soon, though. I promise!