To Have And To Hold 3/3
Dean woke to a splitting headache, though he was in a very comfortable bed. He fought his way out of the heavy, soft blankets and looked around, eventually finding his clothes. It was a little awkward to walk, and by the time he was dressed Dean remembered the main points of the previous night.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered as he realised that he and Gabriel had gotten married. Sighing, he headed out of the room to try and find the Archangel. While he still felt at least some level of affection for the eccentric trickster, he didn't think that getting married was exactly a great idea. Not yet, anyway. He couldn't quite forget how Gabriel had indulged his every whim, and had held him all night. The memory of tender kisses and reassurances that he had a home now hit particularly hard, and Dean decided that he might want to maybe try a relationship with Gabriel.
Once outside however, he could hear a lot of shouting, and decided to go investigate. He found Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and Sam all in what looked like a very comfortable living room, apparently arguing. Gabriel looked highly uncomfortable, which immediately set off Dean's protective instincts - though he did his best to ignore that feeling.
“Hey!” He shouted, gaining everyone's attention - and making his head throb in a painful manner. “Ow. What's going on? Why's everyone shouting?”
“You and Gabriel did something highly inadvisable last night,” Michael informed him.
“We did plenty of inadvisable stuff last night,” Dean muttered, rubbing his head. “Gonna have to be a little more specific.” He dropped down into a chair, and instantly regretted it. Mid-wince though, Gabriel snapped his fingers, and all pain was washed out of Dean's body, leaving him feeling refreshed and no longer hung-over. “Huh. Healy powers are awesome. Thanks Gabe.”
“I hear that Gabriel is now a Winchester,” Castiel spoke up. Dean paused, then nodded.
“Yeah. Apparently we got married. We should probably talk about that.”
“Well,” Gabriel started, now looking downright miserable, “we didn't just get married. There's a bit more to it. Uh... we mated. Sorta like an angelic marriage. It's really hard to undo.
“And you don't feel that way about him,” Sam pointed out, sporting a truly epic bitch-face. “He took complete advantage of you!”
“I wouldn't go that far,” Dean frowned. “We were both pretty... wait, mated?”
“Yes,” Castiel stepped forward, and Dean focused on him. Cas would make sense. Probably. Well, he sometimes did. “It is the angelic version of marriage, and nearly impossible to break. A series of steps must be completed for it to hold, and apparently you completed them all last night.”
“He should have known better,” Sam was glaring at Gabriel.
“I didn't start it!” Gabriel exclaimed. Lucifer was standing next to him, and wrapped an arm around Gabriel's shoulders, apparently lending comfort. “Dean was the one who suggested everything, I thought he knew what was happening!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Dean got in before Sam could protest even more. “What exactly are the steps that we supposedly went through?”
“First there is statement of intention,” Castiel informed him. With a sinking feeling, Dean remembered the conversations that they'd had during the night.
“I'll stick with you forever, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Then sharing of sustenance.”
“Where to next?”
“'M hungry. Food.”
“Singing together.”
“I'm fine with the karaoke part. Even if you did bring me to Japan for it.”
“An official declaration of devotion.”
“Wanna get married?”
“...What?”
“And finally, the sharing of essence.”
“C'mon Gabe, please, fuck me!”
“We're getting there gorgeous. Trust me.”
“...Oh,” Dean realised. It was true - he'd led Gabriel through a mating ritual without realising it. Though it seemed that Gabriel had wanted it.
“He didn't know what he was doing!” Sam was arguing with the Archangels again, while Dean tried to digest it. “You got him drunk and tricked him into this somehow!”
“I didn't!” Gabriel protested, looking close to tears. “I thought he knew what we were doing!”
They all quickly devolved into arguing, while Dean stayed silent, watching Gabriel's face. The distraught Archangel really seemed to want Dean for a mate, which was something that he was having trouble understanding. But last night, Dean had wanted to marry Gabriel, had wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, and that was like being mated, wasn't it? Dean remembered how he'd had fun with Gabriel, how they'd gotten along so well, how Gabriel had come up with a way to avert the Apocalypse. And of course the sex. If being mated to Gabriel meant regular sex like that, then Dean wasn't complaining one bit.
In the middle of everyone arguing, Dean strode over to Gabriel, grabbed him, and kissed him hard. He ignored the sudden silence from the rest of the room, only caring about the way that Gabriel immediately opened up and kissed back, their arms winding around each other. When his lungs started protesting, Dean pulled back just a little.
“I don't want out,” he whispered. The smile on Gabriel's face was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, and Dean couldn't keep from pressing more kisses to his husband's face. “We got married too, not just mated. I'm staying.”
Given the enthusiasm with which Gabriel was returning his affections, Dean knew that he'd said the right thing. One day he might even be able to tell Gabriel that he loved him, but for now he'd stick with actions.
“Glad that's settled,” Lucifer chose that moment to speak up. “Congratulations to you both. Dean, I'm glad you haven't broken my brother's heart. I'm sure you can imagine what I'll do to you if you happen to do so in the future.”
Dean suppressed a shudder as he half-turned in Gabriel's grasp and nodded.
“Yeah. Got that message loud and clear. So, we're... ah... why are you staring at me like that?” Dean glanced from Lucifer to Michael and back again. Both of the Archangels were looking at him a little perplexed, as though he'd done something particularly strange.
“Hope you like kids,” Lucifer's expression morphed into a shark-like grin, giving Dean a glimpse of forked tongue that was just as disturbing as the grin itself.
“Gabriel, you didn't...” Michael sounded resigned and a little exasperated.
“Kids? What?” Dean glanced over at Cas, who stepped forward and briefly brushed his fingers along Dean's stomach. Only briefly, because Gabriel quickly grabbed Dean and stepped in front of him.
“It seems that you're pregnant,” Castiel informed Dean. Everyone glanced at Dean's stomach, then at Gabriel.
“Um...” Gabriel looked rather sheepish. “Whoops?”
~*~
“So...” Dean sat at the table, watching Sam flicking through books without actually reading them. “You gonna tell me what's going on in that enormous brain of yours?”
“I just...” Sam started, then paused. He finally looked up, meeting Dean's eyes. “You're really okay with this? He didn't take advantage or anything like that?”
“Nope,” Dean shook his head. “I mean, sure we were drunk, but... he's fun to spend time with. He gets where we're coming from. And, let's face it, he found an awesome way to avert the Apocalypse.”
“Yeah,” Sam smiled. “That he did.” He seemed to think for a moment, before a lot of the tension left his frame. “We're gonna be okay now, aren't we? No more big bad trying to kill us or use us to destroy the world, we can relax for a bit before we figure out where to go from here. We can have lives again.”
“That's the spirit,” Dean grinned back. Truthfully he'd been a little worried about Sam's reaction, especially given the tirade that morning against Gabriel's actions. To know that Sam was on board meant a lot to him.
Not that he'd ever tell the guy, of course. Dean still had standards.
“I'm glad for you,” Sam smiled warmly, and Dean shifted a little uncomfortably. Sam still loved his chick-flick moments. “You were always both parents to me. I can't wait to see you with a proper kid of your own. You're gonna spoil 'em rotten, aren't you?”
“Yeah, probably,” Dean shrugged. “Never really thought about it, but... I kinda want a kid. I want to be a father. I'm just kinda nervous about it too.”
“You'll be good at it,” Sam assured him. “You were great with me, and I was just your bratty kid brother. I know you keep saying you don't want to hear it, but I'm thankful that I had you. I really am.”
“Okay,” Dean shifted again, looking anywhere but at Sam. It was just too awkward for him. Raising Sam mostly by himself meant that he still couldn't show weakness in front of his little brother.
“Anyway,” Sam shook his head and grabbed the newspaper, before pushing it in Dean's direction. Dean was grateful for the subject change - until he realised what Sam was pointing at. “That seem familiar?”
“Um...” Dean tried to stall. Across the front page was a picture of the top of the White House with a symbol painted on it. To be precise, an anti-possession symbol. “It... seemed like a good idea at the time?” Sam gave him a flat stare. “What? We were drunk! It was our first date! Cut me some slack here!”
“Why am I not surprised that Gabriel was involved?” Sam asked, sighing in defeat.
“Because I'm awesome?” Gabriel spoke up from behind Dean. Both brothers glanced up, and Gabriel wandered over. “Anyway, what was I involved in?”
“The political anti-possession thing,” Dean explained.
“Ah yes,” Gabriel nodded. “Though it wasn't my idea. It was all you.”
“Oh yeah, it was, wasn't it?” Dean nodded in remembrance. Sam shook his head with a laugh, and Dean smiled fondly at him. Sam was right - things were going to be okay now. They were going to be okay.
And it was all thanks to Dean's husband. Dean turned and tugged at Gabriel's wrist, bringing him down low enough for Dean to kiss him, thorough and tender, putting the emotions he couldn't say aloud into the kiss.
“You're awesome,” he muttered as he pulled away. It wasn't quite 'I love you', but Gabriel's eyes were alight with joy anyway. He figured that by now, Gabriel was probably pretty fluent in Dean-ese anyway.
~*~
Castiel let out a small groan as he stretched out his wings. They ached from lack of care, and though he was now reconnected to Heaven and the Host, the large appendages were clearly still suffering. He sat down outside of Gabriel's home and slowly started the tedious task of grooming them himself. There were now many angels that Castiel could go to if he was willing to allow another to touch his wings, but the sting of rejection was still sharp, and he was hesitant about rejoining his siblings.
A presence behind him made Castiel look up, only to see Gabriel standing there with an odd expression.
"Hey little bro," Gabriel spoke, seemingly trying to appear nonchalant. Castiel could hear the tremor though, something was off. "Need some help with those things?"
"Please," Castiel nodded his head and turned again, spreading his wings wide to allow Gabriel access to them. He closed his eyes and sighed at the calming feeling of fingers running through his feathers, fingers that knew just where to press and how to move.
"Jeeze, how long's it been since you took care of these?" Gabriel muttered. "They're a mess."
"It's been far too long."
Gabriel started to hum as he worked, and Castiel relaxed further, nearly falling into a trance. This felt so much like home that he felt almost complete.
Then Gabriel made an angry sound and yanked a feather out. Castiel let out a pained whimper and tried to move away, only to find himself enclosed in Gabriel's enormous wings.
"You idiotic little shit!" Gabriel sounded furious. "There's still sulfur on some of these! You haven't been groomed since you went to Hell!?"
"There was no time," Castiel shifted uneasily. "Uriel did it quickly a few times, but-"
"But you're an idiot who didn't take the time to care for himself properly!" The anger in Gabriel's voice took Castiel by surprise, and also scared him a little. Gabriel was so rarely angry, even before he'd left he had a reputation for mediation rather than confrontation. After a moment though, the anger seemed to dissipate and Gabriel instead wrapped himself around Castiel in a manner reminiscent of an octopus.
"...Gabriel?"
"Stupid little angel," Gabriel mumbled, though there was fondness in his tone. "Promise me you won't let it get this bad again? You can come to me, or Lucifer. He seems to have taken quite an interest in you."
"I promise," Castiel nodded. It was only then that Gabriel loosened his hold enough for Castiel to move and look at him properly. "Believe me, I did not intend to go this long without caring for them."
"Good," Gabriel looked suddenly embarrassed, much as Dean did if caught fussing over Sam's wellbeing, so Castiel decided to leave the subject alone. There was silence again as Gabriel resumed grooming Castiel's wings. It was pleasant, Castiel decided.
"So," Gabriel spoke up again, voice soft, "what made you decide to start sleeping with Lucifer? From what I hear, that wasn't exactly in line with your normal way of doing things."
Castiel fought the urge to squirm. The truth was, he'd been asking himself the same question ever since that night. Why had he given in to Lucifer's suggestive looks and brief touches?
"I believe I was jealous," he admitted. He felt Gabriel's fingers still in his feathers, and knew he had to elaborate. "I was Dean's angel, but he was often seeking pleasure in others and ignoring my advice. I did not recognise the feeling for what it was until I saw the way you looked at him. When you took him away to claim him, it felt as though I was being left behind again. Lucifer had been touching me all evening, and when he was sober again... he still seemed to want me. Dean has always made a big deal out of physical pleasure, and has tried to encourage me to..." he paused, recalling how Dean had put it. "…'do some cloud-seeding', I believe it was. Lucifer knew what to do, and made me feel good. He wanted me just as I was."
"He didn't hurt you at all?" Gabriel asked, fingers resuming their strokes, and Castiel shook his head.
"Not permanently. There was some pain, but it was quite enjoyable." He looked down, smiling a little. "He wants me. He makes me feel special."
"You are special," Gabriel was once again hugging him, and Castiel felt the Archangel press a kiss to the top of his head, feeling like a benediction. "You're an idiotic little shit at times, but you're definitely special."
~*~
“Mmmm, that's good,” Dean relaxed as Gabriel rubbed his feet. It may have been girly and at any other time Dean would have been protesting, but he was currently five months pregnant. He figured that allowed him to act like a girl sometimes.
“Glad you think so,” Gabriel grinned. “I do enjoy spoiling you.”
“Yeah. Such a hard life,” Dean grinned back as he picked up the fruit smoothie Gabriel had made for him earlier. Giving up alcohol while pregnant had at first been a low blow, but he was quickly growing addicted to the smoothies Gabriel enjoyed making.
“You are looking well,” Castiel nodded as he entered the room. Ever since Gabriel had won the Apocalypse and married Dean, Cas had pretty much settled in to live with them in Gabriel's home. It had also become Sam's home base, though he frequently left for hunts. Michael had returned to Heaven to ensure that the angels didn't try starting the Apocalypse again. Lucifer seemed to split his time between putting the demons back in their place, and roaming the earth to find out what he'd missed during his imprisonment. He was a frequent visitor, and Dean was reluctantly starting to like the guy, which was disturbing.
“Have there been any problems with the infant?” Cas asked, sitting a little gingerly. Dean smirked, knowing that Lucifer had visited the night before.
“Nah, now that the morning sickness is over... thank fuck,” Dean took another sip of the smoothie. “Little tyke's behaving. Kicking a bit, not too much.”
“That's good,” Castiel nodded. “You will make a good father.”
“What about me?” Gabriel asked. Castiel looked over at him for a moment, before turning back to Dean.
“If you are ever in need of assistance, you may call on me.”
Dean let out a laugh at Castiel's obvious uncertainty about Gabriel as a parent. Gabriel himself looked mildly put out, but only until Sam entered the room, followed by Lucifer.
“Hey Dean,” Sam held out a newspaper with an article circled. “What do you think? Worth checking out?”
“Hmm.” Dean hummed as he took the paper and started reading. He didn't pay much attention to the angels in the room - until he heard Lucifer ask Castiel to accompany him to some sort of convention in Australia, of all places.
“I was told that it can be quite instructional.” The devil looked almost hopeful, and Cas looked curious - until, of course, Gabriel opened his mouth.
“Luci, are you... trying to court Cas?”
“What?” Castiel looked surprised, and turned to look at Lucifer - who promptly disappeared, cheeks tinted red.
“Huh,” Gabriel let out a surprised sound. “He was trying to court you.”
“But he never...” Cas seemed thoroughly confused. “He never suggested being anything other than... Dean?”
“Fuck-buddies, Cas,” Dean filled in for him.
“Yes. That.” The angel looked down, pondering for a moment.
“Luci's always been shy about his feelings,” Gabriel shrugged. “I guess he didn't want to face getting rejected. But I'm pretty sure he wants you as more than just a fuck-buddy.”
“Oh.”
There was silence for a few minutes as Castiel seemed to consider his options. Dean let him think it over, then smiled at him.
“So Cas,” he asked gently. “What are you going to do?”
Castiel stood up and brushed off his coat, nodding at his friend.
“I'm going to track down my mate and convince him to stop being an idiot.”
“Good plan,” Dean nodded. Gabriel was smiling too, and even Sam was chuckling at the wording. With a flutter of his wings, Castiel was gone. Sam took one glance at the look Dean and Gabriel were shooting each other and made himself scarce as well.
“So now we're done playing matchmakers for my brothers,” Gabriel spoke as he continued the interrupted foot-rub. “Any other plans for today?”
“None at all,” Dean leaned back and rubbed a hand over his swollen stomach. “Any pranks you need to set up?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Sex now.”
“As you wish.”
Being pregnant had ramped up Dean's sex drive even further - even though Sam had insisted that wasn't possible - though they were always very careful. Dean wasn't willing to risk his baby's safety in any way, and Gabriel was just as protective of them both. So now, Dean lay back as Gabriel trailed a finger down his front, clothes vanishing as he did so.
“Show off,” Dean muttered, shifting as he felt himself growing hard.
“Just don't want you to exert yourself,” Gabriel insisted as he settled between Dean's legs, which spread easily for him. “Love you.”
“Yeah,” Dean sighed, hooking one leg around Gabriel's body. “Get naked already.”
“You love me, I know you do,” Gabriel grinned. He shed his own clothing quickly - and normally - before leaning down to gently rub their groins together. “Fuck, so sexy still... my gorgeous mate... always gonna be the sexiest man alive.”
“Shut up,” Dean hit Gabriel's shoulder, though not very hard. “Hurry up and get to the good part.”
“This is the good part. Telling you how much I love you, what I love about you... and, of course, doing this,” Gabriel admitted as he wrapped his hand around both erect dicks. “Gonna make you feel so good, gorgeous.”
“You always do,” Dean admitted.
Gabriel smiled fondly down at him as he started to move his hand. Dean's drifted down to join Gabriel in stroking them, and soon he was doing his best not to writhe and call out his mate's name.
“Come on Dean-o,” Gabriel coaxed him gently. “Let go. Let me know how much you enjoy my touch.”
“Gabe,” Dean let out a choked cry. “My Gabe, my mate...”
“That's it gorgeous,” Gabriel sped up a little, moving in time with Dean. “Love you so much. Always gonna be mine, right? Carrying my little fledgeling, gonna have more too... big family, and we'll have so much fun making more kids, won't we?”
“Yeah,” Dean panted. He was sure that it wasn't fair of Gabriel to be able to stay so coherent during sex. “Always yours...”
Gabriel smiled down at him, looking so peaceful and happy, and Dean couldn't find it in him to be put out for long. Especially when Gabriel sucked on his fingers for a moment, then slid them into Dean's arse to rub at his prostate.
When Gabriel was determined to give him such awesome orgasms, Dean figured he could put up with a bit of girly talk. Just a bit of it.
~*~
Castiel landed in the courtyard of the home Lucifer had claimed in San Fransisco. A glare and a “Fuck off”, both learned from Dean, had the few demons Lucifer kept as guards scrambling away to warn their prince of the incoming guest.
Lucifer was in his study, Crowley and Meg sitting opposite him, apparently trying different methods of comforting him. Cas ignored them both, straddled Lucifer's lap, and kissed him.
“Castiel?” Lucifer asked softly when he finally pulled back. Castiel glared at him for a moment.
“You're an idiot if you think I'm about to let you go,” Cas warned. “Why didn't you just ask me to be your mate?”
“Because,” Lucifer glanced away, but Castiel's growl of warning dragged his gaze back. “Because I hurt your humans. I hurt you. I still don't know why you allow me to touch you, I couldn't... I couldn't ask for more.”
Instead of answering, Castiel leaned in and kissed him again, pressing as close as he could get as his wings - invisible to the demons but felt by Lucifer - flared out then around to encircle the chair. Lucifer's wrapped around them as well, cocooning them both in an invisible wall of feathers.
“I love you, you idiot,” Castiel whispered into Lucifer's ear. “Now take me upstairs and mate me.”
Lucifer huffed out a laugh, but stood easily. Cas wrapped his legs around Lucifer's waist and arms around his neck, knowing that the Archangel could easily lift him. He ignored the sound of demons protesting - or possibly cat-calling in Crowley's case - and instead lost himself in the feel of Lucifer's mouth on his skin. Since that first time that he'd allowed Lucifer inside of him, Castiel had found himself falling further and further in love with the Prince of Hell, and couldn't find it in him to mind.
“Please,” he whispered as he felt Lucifer take them directly to the usually empty master bedroom. The only time it had any occupancy was when Castiel visited - and he was about to ensure that it got a lot more use.
“Why do you want me?” Lucifer asked, looking almost lost even as he trailed fingers over Castiel's face reverently.
“Because I do,” Cas shrugged. “Love doesn't always have a reason.” He paused and leaned in to nip at Lucifer's jaw before continuing. “The fact that you've stopped trying to destroy everything I hold dear has helped, I will admit.”
“I'll do anything you ask,” Lucifer assured him as he settled them both onto the bed, vanishing their clothes with a thought. “I promise. Stay with me and I'll give you anything.”
“Just want you,” Cas assured him, laying back and spreading his legs easily. “Now stop being such a girl and fuck me.”
Lucifer huffed out a laugh and bent down, resting his head against Castiel's chest.
“You spend too much time around Dean.”
“You weren't complaining when he told me what a hummer was,” Cas pointed out, though his hand drifted up to run through Lucifer's hair. The truth was, he didn't know how to respond to Lucifer being gentle and affectionate. While the devil had never forced him, their coupling had usually been fast and quite rough, given that it was quite difficult to harm each other, always centred on the physical pleasure.
“No, I wasn't complaining,” Lucifer agreed and started pressing kisses across Castiel's torso. “But I don't want to fuck you. Cas... be my beloved. Mate with me.”
Castiel nodded, expression softening. He reached back and plucked out one of his feathers, and Lucifer did the same, both rising to their knees. This was a different mating to what Gabriel and Dean had done, one that could only be done between angels. Castiel started, trailing his feather along Lucifer's chest in an ancient Enochian symbol, leaving a trail of light in its wake.
“I take thee to be my mate, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner, my protector and protected, and my one true love. I give to you in the presence of God and our brethren my pledge to stay by your side as you will be by mine, through good and bad times, no matter the wars that come. I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind and essence. I shall always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live.” He ended by pressing his lips to the symbol, sealing it, claiming Lucifer as his mate.
Taking a deep breath, Lucifer briefly cupped Castiel's cheek before he started to draw his own symbol on Castiel's chest. His own vows flowed into his mind, and as the lines of the symbol glowed in the wake of the feather, he knew that this was right.
“I take thee to be my mate, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner, my protector and protected, and my one true love. I give to you in the presence of God and our brethren my pledge to stay by your side as you will be by mine, through good and bad times, no matter the wars that come. I promise to love you without reservation, honour and respect you and your choices, provide for your needs as best I can, and comfort you in times of distress. I shall grow under your guidance in mind and essence, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you as my beloved for as long as we both shall live.”
He pressed a kiss to the symbol, then moved to claim Castiel's mouth in a kiss that left them both panting for unneeded breath. They felt it as their Grace twinned together, binding them as mates forever after, and Lucifer gasped as he felt a raw, beautiful power flow into him, repairing the tattered holes in his Grace. He fell forward, letting Castiel catch and hold him as their Father's love finally reached out and connected with Lucifer once more.
“Father,” Lucifer whispered as Castiel gently ran a hand over his back. “Father. Thank you.”
They both felt a pulse of approval, which faded to leave them alone again. They shared a glance and knew - God had given them his blessing. Lucifer was finally redeeming himself in his Father's eyes.
Lucifer opened his mouth to say something, but Castiel had had enough. He quickly leaned in and kissed his mate, making his intentions quite clear.
Never one to be accused of being stupid, Lucifer kissed back with enthusiasm, hands reaching out to roam over Castiel's flesh.
“Need you now,” Castiel ground out when he released Lucifer's mouth. “We're mated, hurry up and claim me!”
“Pushy pushy,” Lucifer smiled. He grasped Cas around the waist and pulled him so that he was sitting in Lucifer's lap again. One hand quickly trailed down to start circling around Castiel's anus.
“That's it,” Castiel sighed in happiness. They were both half hard simply from the intensity of the mating vows, so Cas took both cocks in hand and started gently stroking, ensuring that they were definitely both in the mood.
With a thought, Lucifer's fingers were covered in lube. He pushed two fingers into Castiel easily, given the last time they'd had sex was only a few hours ago. It didn't take long for his fingers to be sliding easily in and out of Castiel, scissoring and stretching, the younger angel squirming and writhing as his prostate was rubbed with every stroke.
“Lu, please,” Castiel begged, hips moving. “Need more. I can take it, please!”
“I know you can,” Lucifer assured him as he pressed a kiss to Castiel's temple. “Just making sure I don't hurt you.”
“You won't,” Cas was certain. “Come on.”
“Okay,” Lucifer briefly pressed a third finger in, making sure that Castiel stretched easily around it, before removing his fingers altogether. He grasped Castiel by the waist and lifted him, bringing him forward. Cas quickly got the hint and held Lucifer's cock in his hand, lining him up so that when he was lowered, Castiel was slowly penetrated.
“Oh fuck,” Cas tipped his head back, wrapping his free arm around Lucifer's neck. “That's it, that's perfect, Lu...”
“My perfect little mate,” Lucifer whispered as he struggled to keep his hips still. He didn't want to start thrusting yet, he wanted to make their first coupling as a mated pair special. So he helped Castiel to lower himself slowly, raising now and then to slide further on the next downward thrust.
Within minutes Castiel was fully seated on Lucifer's lap, hips rotating slowly as they clung to each other, kissing messily as they both grew used to the sensation. It did feel different this time, much more intimate than their previous rough and tumble fucks.
Soon it was no longer enough, and Cas started moving properly. Lucifer thrust up into him, the two moving in a well-rehearsed rhythm that brought them both pleasure. Castiel's body was always so tight and hot around Lucifer that he knew he wouldn't last long - but since he always managed to get Castiel off first, he didn't mind. With just a little shift, Castiel threw his head back, gasping as Lucifer now thrust directly against his prostate.
Lucifer leaned forward a little and gently bit down on Castiel's Adam's apple as he wrapped a hand around the cock leaking on his stomach. Breathing in Castiel's scent, Lucifer closed his eyes and thrust a little harder, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach.
“Love you,” he admitted, feeling Castiel starting to come undone.
“Lu...” Cas wrapped both arms around Lucifer's neck, holding on and clenching down with his muscles. “Always. Love, always...” he moaned as his body seized up, spilling his seed over Lucifer's hand.
“Cas, my Cas,” Lucifer followed his mate over the edge within a few thrusts, the pair clinging to each other as they came down from the high.
Gently, Lucifer withdrew from Castiel's body and eased them both back to lie on the bed to recover. Castiel was humming happily under his breath, and Lucifer smiled fondly at him as he ran his fingers over the mating sigils they both wore.
A few moments later, however, Castiel suddenly sat up, hands going to his midsection, and he leveled a rather frightening glare at Lucifer.
“What? What did I do?” Lucifer asked, caught off guard.
“Apparently,” Castiel ground out through gritted teeth, “our Father is enjoying playing silly buggers.”
“What are you...” Lucifer trailed off as he noticed it - a spark of Grace within Castiel that didn't belong to his mate. “Oh no. No. Why...”
“I don't know,” Castiel sighed and lay down again, curling into Lucifer. “Looks like Dean and Gabriel's child won't be growing up alone though.”
~*~
God watched over the births, and was pleased with what he saw. The parents were all doing well, and far more concerned with raising their children than with restarting the Apocalypse. Lucifer was even learning to appreciate humans and their ingenuity - mostly when it came to his sex life with Castiel, it was true, but at least it was a start.
Humming happily to himself, God left again. Time to check up on that planet a few light-years from Earth. It was showing great promise for another shot at aliens.
~*~
Gabriel watched as his eldest daughter danced happily with Lucfer and Castiel's only girl, the pair as close as sisters. His Joanna was sixteen, as beautiful as both her parents, with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She was slender and easy going, and already her fathers were fending off suitors left and right.
Avariel, on the other hand, had inherited Castiel's colouring, with almost black hair and bright blue eyes. She was a little shyer than Joanna, but excelled at the fighting lessons her fathers and uncles had insisted she take.
Today was the birthday of Gabriel and Dean's second daughter - Helena was turning thirteen, and was already promising to be just as much a looker as her older sister, though her hair was a darker blonde, and her eyes were close to Gabriel's amber.
“Papa!” His youngest, a boy named John, ran over to Gabriel then. “Papa, Uncle Sammy's here!”
“Excellent,” Gabriel smiled and hefted his only son into his arms. John was the youngest of all the children, at five years old. Sam's daughter Marie rounded the corner then, quickly followed by the dogs Sam had bought around the time he'd rescued and adopted the girl.
Gabriel handed John over to his favourite uncle and then went to find Dean. He stopped outside Helena's door, watching as Dean brushed their daughter's hair.
“What if he doesn't like me?” She was asking, and Gabriel had to stifle a smile. Helena had a crush on Castiel's son Jimmy, who the adults all knew was head over heels in puppy-love with her. It was only a matter of time before the two realised it as well.
“Well, you'll just have to take the chance,” Dean smiled fondly down at his daughter as he started braiding her hair. “If you don't try, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering.”
“Hmm,” Helena paused for a moment, while Dean finished one braid and started another. “Dad, aren't you meant to be telling me not to date any boys? You always try and scare off the boys Joanna brings home.”
“That's because they're not good enough,” Dean shrugged easily. “We know and like Jimmy though. He won't hurt you. And he already knows what's gonna happen to him if he does.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel stepped in, alerting them to his presence. “Your papa's not known as Loki for nothing!”
Helena just laughed at him as he wound an arm around Dean's middle and watched her in the mirror. His babies were growing up so quickly, it seemed. He caught Dean's eye, and knew that he was feeling the same thing.
“Dads, are you gonna be gross?” Helena piped up, pulling a face. Gabriel smirked at her.
“Of course we are. That's our job.” With that, he pulled Dean down for a brief kiss.
“Ew,” Helena closed her eyes tight. “Parents are disgusting!”
Dean smiled fondly at Gabriel as they parted, and Gabriel turned to rejoin the party. This wasn't how he'd thought his future would turn out when he left Heaven behind, and he was thankful.
This was even better.
~ End ~
Part Two: The Wedding | Masterpost | Art Post
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered as he realised that he and Gabriel had gotten married. Sighing, he headed out of the room to try and find the Archangel. While he still felt at least some level of affection for the eccentric trickster, he didn't think that getting married was exactly a great idea. Not yet, anyway. He couldn't quite forget how Gabriel had indulged his every whim, and had held him all night. The memory of tender kisses and reassurances that he had a home now hit particularly hard, and Dean decided that he might want to maybe try a relationship with Gabriel.
Once outside however, he could hear a lot of shouting, and decided to go investigate. He found Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and Sam all in what looked like a very comfortable living room, apparently arguing. Gabriel looked highly uncomfortable, which immediately set off Dean's protective instincts - though he did his best to ignore that feeling.
“Hey!” He shouted, gaining everyone's attention - and making his head throb in a painful manner. “Ow. What's going on? Why's everyone shouting?”
“You and Gabriel did something highly inadvisable last night,” Michael informed him.
“We did plenty of inadvisable stuff last night,” Dean muttered, rubbing his head. “Gonna have to be a little more specific.” He dropped down into a chair, and instantly regretted it. Mid-wince though, Gabriel snapped his fingers, and all pain was washed out of Dean's body, leaving him feeling refreshed and no longer hung-over. “Huh. Healy powers are awesome. Thanks Gabe.”
“I hear that Gabriel is now a Winchester,” Castiel spoke up. Dean paused, then nodded.
“Yeah. Apparently we got married. We should probably talk about that.”
“Well,” Gabriel started, now looking downright miserable, “we didn't just get married. There's a bit more to it. Uh... we mated. Sorta like an angelic marriage. It's really hard to undo.
“And you don't feel that way about him,” Sam pointed out, sporting a truly epic bitch-face. “He took complete advantage of you!”
“I wouldn't go that far,” Dean frowned. “We were both pretty... wait, mated?”
“Yes,” Castiel stepped forward, and Dean focused on him. Cas would make sense. Probably. Well, he sometimes did. “It is the angelic version of marriage, and nearly impossible to break. A series of steps must be completed for it to hold, and apparently you completed them all last night.”
“He should have known better,” Sam was glaring at Gabriel.
“I didn't start it!” Gabriel exclaimed. Lucifer was standing next to him, and wrapped an arm around Gabriel's shoulders, apparently lending comfort. “Dean was the one who suggested everything, I thought he knew what was happening!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Dean got in before Sam could protest even more. “What exactly are the steps that we supposedly went through?”
“First there is statement of intention,” Castiel informed him. With a sinking feeling, Dean remembered the conversations that they'd had during the night.
“I'll stick with you forever, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Then sharing of sustenance.”
“Where to next?”
“'M hungry. Food.”
“Singing together.”
“I'm fine with the karaoke part. Even if you did bring me to Japan for it.”
“An official declaration of devotion.”
“Wanna get married?”
“...What?”
“And finally, the sharing of essence.”
“C'mon Gabe, please, fuck me!”
“We're getting there gorgeous. Trust me.”
“...Oh,” Dean realised. It was true - he'd led Gabriel through a mating ritual without realising it. Though it seemed that Gabriel had wanted it.
“He didn't know what he was doing!” Sam was arguing with the Archangels again, while Dean tried to digest it. “You got him drunk and tricked him into this somehow!”
“I didn't!” Gabriel protested, looking close to tears. “I thought he knew what we were doing!”
They all quickly devolved into arguing, while Dean stayed silent, watching Gabriel's face. The distraught Archangel really seemed to want Dean for a mate, which was something that he was having trouble understanding. But last night, Dean had wanted to marry Gabriel, had wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, and that was like being mated, wasn't it? Dean remembered how he'd had fun with Gabriel, how they'd gotten along so well, how Gabriel had come up with a way to avert the Apocalypse. And of course the sex. If being mated to Gabriel meant regular sex like that, then Dean wasn't complaining one bit.
In the middle of everyone arguing, Dean strode over to Gabriel, grabbed him, and kissed him hard. He ignored the sudden silence from the rest of the room, only caring about the way that Gabriel immediately opened up and kissed back, their arms winding around each other. When his lungs started protesting, Dean pulled back just a little.
“I don't want out,” he whispered. The smile on Gabriel's face was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, and Dean couldn't keep from pressing more kisses to his husband's face. “We got married too, not just mated. I'm staying.”
Given the enthusiasm with which Gabriel was returning his affections, Dean knew that he'd said the right thing. One day he might even be able to tell Gabriel that he loved him, but for now he'd stick with actions.
“Glad that's settled,” Lucifer chose that moment to speak up. “Congratulations to you both. Dean, I'm glad you haven't broken my brother's heart. I'm sure you can imagine what I'll do to you if you happen to do so in the future.”
Dean suppressed a shudder as he half-turned in Gabriel's grasp and nodded.
“Yeah. Got that message loud and clear. So, we're... ah... why are you staring at me like that?” Dean glanced from Lucifer to Michael and back again. Both of the Archangels were looking at him a little perplexed, as though he'd done something particularly strange.
“Hope you like kids,” Lucifer's expression morphed into a shark-like grin, giving Dean a glimpse of forked tongue that was just as disturbing as the grin itself.
“Gabriel, you didn't...” Michael sounded resigned and a little exasperated.
“Kids? What?” Dean glanced over at Cas, who stepped forward and briefly brushed his fingers along Dean's stomach. Only briefly, because Gabriel quickly grabbed Dean and stepped in front of him.
“It seems that you're pregnant,” Castiel informed Dean. Everyone glanced at Dean's stomach, then at Gabriel.
“Um...” Gabriel looked rather sheepish. “Whoops?”
~*~
“So...” Dean sat at the table, watching Sam flicking through books without actually reading them. “You gonna tell me what's going on in that enormous brain of yours?”
“I just...” Sam started, then paused. He finally looked up, meeting Dean's eyes. “You're really okay with this? He didn't take advantage or anything like that?”
“Nope,” Dean shook his head. “I mean, sure we were drunk, but... he's fun to spend time with. He gets where we're coming from. And, let's face it, he found an awesome way to avert the Apocalypse.”
“Yeah,” Sam smiled. “That he did.” He seemed to think for a moment, before a lot of the tension left his frame. “We're gonna be okay now, aren't we? No more big bad trying to kill us or use us to destroy the world, we can relax for a bit before we figure out where to go from here. We can have lives again.”
“That's the spirit,” Dean grinned back. Truthfully he'd been a little worried about Sam's reaction, especially given the tirade that morning against Gabriel's actions. To know that Sam was on board meant a lot to him.
Not that he'd ever tell the guy, of course. Dean still had standards.
“I'm glad for you,” Sam smiled warmly, and Dean shifted a little uncomfortably. Sam still loved his chick-flick moments. “You were always both parents to me. I can't wait to see you with a proper kid of your own. You're gonna spoil 'em rotten, aren't you?”
“Yeah, probably,” Dean shrugged. “Never really thought about it, but... I kinda want a kid. I want to be a father. I'm just kinda nervous about it too.”
“You'll be good at it,” Sam assured him. “You were great with me, and I was just your bratty kid brother. I know you keep saying you don't want to hear it, but I'm thankful that I had you. I really am.”
“Okay,” Dean shifted again, looking anywhere but at Sam. It was just too awkward for him. Raising Sam mostly by himself meant that he still couldn't show weakness in front of his little brother.
“Anyway,” Sam shook his head and grabbed the newspaper, before pushing it in Dean's direction. Dean was grateful for the subject change - until he realised what Sam was pointing at. “That seem familiar?”
“Um...” Dean tried to stall. Across the front page was a picture of the top of the White House with a symbol painted on it. To be precise, an anti-possession symbol. “It... seemed like a good idea at the time?” Sam gave him a flat stare. “What? We were drunk! It was our first date! Cut me some slack here!”
“Why am I not surprised that Gabriel was involved?” Sam asked, sighing in defeat.
“Because I'm awesome?” Gabriel spoke up from behind Dean. Both brothers glanced up, and Gabriel wandered over. “Anyway, what was I involved in?”
“The political anti-possession thing,” Dean explained.
“Ah yes,” Gabriel nodded. “Though it wasn't my idea. It was all you.”
“Oh yeah, it was, wasn't it?” Dean nodded in remembrance. Sam shook his head with a laugh, and Dean smiled fondly at him. Sam was right - things were going to be okay now. They were going to be okay.
And it was all thanks to Dean's husband. Dean turned and tugged at Gabriel's wrist, bringing him down low enough for Dean to kiss him, thorough and tender, putting the emotions he couldn't say aloud into the kiss.
“You're awesome,” he muttered as he pulled away. It wasn't quite 'I love you', but Gabriel's eyes were alight with joy anyway. He figured that by now, Gabriel was probably pretty fluent in Dean-ese anyway.
~*~
Castiel let out a small groan as he stretched out his wings. They ached from lack of care, and though he was now reconnected to Heaven and the Host, the large appendages were clearly still suffering. He sat down outside of Gabriel's home and slowly started the tedious task of grooming them himself. There were now many angels that Castiel could go to if he was willing to allow another to touch his wings, but the sting of rejection was still sharp, and he was hesitant about rejoining his siblings.
A presence behind him made Castiel look up, only to see Gabriel standing there with an odd expression.
"Hey little bro," Gabriel spoke, seemingly trying to appear nonchalant. Castiel could hear the tremor though, something was off. "Need some help with those things?"
"Please," Castiel nodded his head and turned again, spreading his wings wide to allow Gabriel access to them. He closed his eyes and sighed at the calming feeling of fingers running through his feathers, fingers that knew just where to press and how to move.
"Jeeze, how long's it been since you took care of these?" Gabriel muttered. "They're a mess."
"It's been far too long."
Gabriel started to hum as he worked, and Castiel relaxed further, nearly falling into a trance. This felt so much like home that he felt almost complete.
Then Gabriel made an angry sound and yanked a feather out. Castiel let out a pained whimper and tried to move away, only to find himself enclosed in Gabriel's enormous wings.
"You idiotic little shit!" Gabriel sounded furious. "There's still sulfur on some of these! You haven't been groomed since you went to Hell!?"
"There was no time," Castiel shifted uneasily. "Uriel did it quickly a few times, but-"
"But you're an idiot who didn't take the time to care for himself properly!" The anger in Gabriel's voice took Castiel by surprise, and also scared him a little. Gabriel was so rarely angry, even before he'd left he had a reputation for mediation rather than confrontation. After a moment though, the anger seemed to dissipate and Gabriel instead wrapped himself around Castiel in a manner reminiscent of an octopus.
"...Gabriel?"
"Stupid little angel," Gabriel mumbled, though there was fondness in his tone. "Promise me you won't let it get this bad again? You can come to me, or Lucifer. He seems to have taken quite an interest in you."
"I promise," Castiel nodded. It was only then that Gabriel loosened his hold enough for Castiel to move and look at him properly. "Believe me, I did not intend to go this long without caring for them."
"Good," Gabriel looked suddenly embarrassed, much as Dean did if caught fussing over Sam's wellbeing, so Castiel decided to leave the subject alone. There was silence again as Gabriel resumed grooming Castiel's wings. It was pleasant, Castiel decided.
"So," Gabriel spoke up again, voice soft, "what made you decide to start sleeping with Lucifer? From what I hear, that wasn't exactly in line with your normal way of doing things."
Castiel fought the urge to squirm. The truth was, he'd been asking himself the same question ever since that night. Why had he given in to Lucifer's suggestive looks and brief touches?
"I believe I was jealous," he admitted. He felt Gabriel's fingers still in his feathers, and knew he had to elaborate. "I was Dean's angel, but he was often seeking pleasure in others and ignoring my advice. I did not recognise the feeling for what it was until I saw the way you looked at him. When you took him away to claim him, it felt as though I was being left behind again. Lucifer had been touching me all evening, and when he was sober again... he still seemed to want me. Dean has always made a big deal out of physical pleasure, and has tried to encourage me to..." he paused, recalling how Dean had put it. "…'do some cloud-seeding', I believe it was. Lucifer knew what to do, and made me feel good. He wanted me just as I was."
"He didn't hurt you at all?" Gabriel asked, fingers resuming their strokes, and Castiel shook his head.
"Not permanently. There was some pain, but it was quite enjoyable." He looked down, smiling a little. "He wants me. He makes me feel special."
"You are special," Gabriel was once again hugging him, and Castiel felt the Archangel press a kiss to the top of his head, feeling like a benediction. "You're an idiotic little shit at times, but you're definitely special."
~*~
“Mmmm, that's good,” Dean relaxed as Gabriel rubbed his feet. It may have been girly and at any other time Dean would have been protesting, but he was currently five months pregnant. He figured that allowed him to act like a girl sometimes.
“Glad you think so,” Gabriel grinned. “I do enjoy spoiling you.”
“Yeah. Such a hard life,” Dean grinned back as he picked up the fruit smoothie Gabriel had made for him earlier. Giving up alcohol while pregnant had at first been a low blow, but he was quickly growing addicted to the smoothies Gabriel enjoyed making.
“You are looking well,” Castiel nodded as he entered the room. Ever since Gabriel had won the Apocalypse and married Dean, Cas had pretty much settled in to live with them in Gabriel's home. It had also become Sam's home base, though he frequently left for hunts. Michael had returned to Heaven to ensure that the angels didn't try starting the Apocalypse again. Lucifer seemed to split his time between putting the demons back in their place, and roaming the earth to find out what he'd missed during his imprisonment. He was a frequent visitor, and Dean was reluctantly starting to like the guy, which was disturbing.
“Have there been any problems with the infant?” Cas asked, sitting a little gingerly. Dean smirked, knowing that Lucifer had visited the night before.
“Nah, now that the morning sickness is over... thank fuck,” Dean took another sip of the smoothie. “Little tyke's behaving. Kicking a bit, not too much.”
“That's good,” Castiel nodded. “You will make a good father.”
“What about me?” Gabriel asked. Castiel looked over at him for a moment, before turning back to Dean.
“If you are ever in need of assistance, you may call on me.”
Dean let out a laugh at Castiel's obvious uncertainty about Gabriel as a parent. Gabriel himself looked mildly put out, but only until Sam entered the room, followed by Lucifer.
“Hey Dean,” Sam held out a newspaper with an article circled. “What do you think? Worth checking out?”
“Hmm.” Dean hummed as he took the paper and started reading. He didn't pay much attention to the angels in the room - until he heard Lucifer ask Castiel to accompany him to some sort of convention in Australia, of all places.
“I was told that it can be quite instructional.” The devil looked almost hopeful, and Cas looked curious - until, of course, Gabriel opened his mouth.
“Luci, are you... trying to court Cas?”
“What?” Castiel looked surprised, and turned to look at Lucifer - who promptly disappeared, cheeks tinted red.
“Huh,” Gabriel let out a surprised sound. “He was trying to court you.”
“But he never...” Cas seemed thoroughly confused. “He never suggested being anything other than... Dean?”
“Fuck-buddies, Cas,” Dean filled in for him.
“Yes. That.” The angel looked down, pondering for a moment.
“Luci's always been shy about his feelings,” Gabriel shrugged. “I guess he didn't want to face getting rejected. But I'm pretty sure he wants you as more than just a fuck-buddy.”
“Oh.”
There was silence for a few minutes as Castiel seemed to consider his options. Dean let him think it over, then smiled at him.
“So Cas,” he asked gently. “What are you going to do?”
Castiel stood up and brushed off his coat, nodding at his friend.
“I'm going to track down my mate and convince him to stop being an idiot.”
“Good plan,” Dean nodded. Gabriel was smiling too, and even Sam was chuckling at the wording. With a flutter of his wings, Castiel was gone. Sam took one glance at the look Dean and Gabriel were shooting each other and made himself scarce as well.
“So now we're done playing matchmakers for my brothers,” Gabriel spoke as he continued the interrupted foot-rub. “Any other plans for today?”
“None at all,” Dean leaned back and rubbed a hand over his swollen stomach. “Any pranks you need to set up?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Sex now.”
“As you wish.”
Being pregnant had ramped up Dean's sex drive even further - even though Sam had insisted that wasn't possible - though they were always very careful. Dean wasn't willing to risk his baby's safety in any way, and Gabriel was just as protective of them both. So now, Dean lay back as Gabriel trailed a finger down his front, clothes vanishing as he did so.
“Show off,” Dean muttered, shifting as he felt himself growing hard.
“Just don't want you to exert yourself,” Gabriel insisted as he settled between Dean's legs, which spread easily for him. “Love you.”
“Yeah,” Dean sighed, hooking one leg around Gabriel's body. “Get naked already.”
“You love me, I know you do,” Gabriel grinned. He shed his own clothing quickly - and normally - before leaning down to gently rub their groins together. “Fuck, so sexy still... my gorgeous mate... always gonna be the sexiest man alive.”
“Shut up,” Dean hit Gabriel's shoulder, though not very hard. “Hurry up and get to the good part.”
“This is the good part. Telling you how much I love you, what I love about you... and, of course, doing this,” Gabriel admitted as he wrapped his hand around both erect dicks. “Gonna make you feel so good, gorgeous.”
“You always do,” Dean admitted.
Gabriel smiled fondly down at him as he started to move his hand. Dean's drifted down to join Gabriel in stroking them, and soon he was doing his best not to writhe and call out his mate's name.
“Come on Dean-o,” Gabriel coaxed him gently. “Let go. Let me know how much you enjoy my touch.”
“Gabe,” Dean let out a choked cry. “My Gabe, my mate...”
“That's it gorgeous,” Gabriel sped up a little, moving in time with Dean. “Love you so much. Always gonna be mine, right? Carrying my little fledgeling, gonna have more too... big family, and we'll have so much fun making more kids, won't we?”
“Yeah,” Dean panted. He was sure that it wasn't fair of Gabriel to be able to stay so coherent during sex. “Always yours...”
Gabriel smiled down at him, looking so peaceful and happy, and Dean couldn't find it in him to be put out for long. Especially when Gabriel sucked on his fingers for a moment, then slid them into Dean's arse to rub at his prostate.
When Gabriel was determined to give him such awesome orgasms, Dean figured he could put up with a bit of girly talk. Just a bit of it.
~*~
Castiel landed in the courtyard of the home Lucifer had claimed in San Fransisco. A glare and a “Fuck off”, both learned from Dean, had the few demons Lucifer kept as guards scrambling away to warn their prince of the incoming guest.
Lucifer was in his study, Crowley and Meg sitting opposite him, apparently trying different methods of comforting him. Cas ignored them both, straddled Lucifer's lap, and kissed him.
“Castiel?” Lucifer asked softly when he finally pulled back. Castiel glared at him for a moment.
“You're an idiot if you think I'm about to let you go,” Cas warned. “Why didn't you just ask me to be your mate?”
“Because,” Lucifer glanced away, but Castiel's growl of warning dragged his gaze back. “Because I hurt your humans. I hurt you. I still don't know why you allow me to touch you, I couldn't... I couldn't ask for more.”
Instead of answering, Castiel leaned in and kissed him again, pressing as close as he could get as his wings - invisible to the demons but felt by Lucifer - flared out then around to encircle the chair. Lucifer's wrapped around them as well, cocooning them both in an invisible wall of feathers.
“I love you, you idiot,” Castiel whispered into Lucifer's ear. “Now take me upstairs and mate me.”
Lucifer huffed out a laugh, but stood easily. Cas wrapped his legs around Lucifer's waist and arms around his neck, knowing that the Archangel could easily lift him. He ignored the sound of demons protesting - or possibly cat-calling in Crowley's case - and instead lost himself in the feel of Lucifer's mouth on his skin. Since that first time that he'd allowed Lucifer inside of him, Castiel had found himself falling further and further in love with the Prince of Hell, and couldn't find it in him to mind.
“Please,” he whispered as he felt Lucifer take them directly to the usually empty master bedroom. The only time it had any occupancy was when Castiel visited - and he was about to ensure that it got a lot more use.
“Why do you want me?” Lucifer asked, looking almost lost even as he trailed fingers over Castiel's face reverently.
“Because I do,” Cas shrugged. “Love doesn't always have a reason.” He paused and leaned in to nip at Lucifer's jaw before continuing. “The fact that you've stopped trying to destroy everything I hold dear has helped, I will admit.”
“I'll do anything you ask,” Lucifer assured him as he settled them both onto the bed, vanishing their clothes with a thought. “I promise. Stay with me and I'll give you anything.”
“Just want you,” Cas assured him, laying back and spreading his legs easily. “Now stop being such a girl and fuck me.”
Lucifer huffed out a laugh and bent down, resting his head against Castiel's chest.
“You spend too much time around Dean.”
“You weren't complaining when he told me what a hummer was,” Cas pointed out, though his hand drifted up to run through Lucifer's hair. The truth was, he didn't know how to respond to Lucifer being gentle and affectionate. While the devil had never forced him, their coupling had usually been fast and quite rough, given that it was quite difficult to harm each other, always centred on the physical pleasure.
“No, I wasn't complaining,” Lucifer agreed and started pressing kisses across Castiel's torso. “But I don't want to fuck you. Cas... be my beloved. Mate with me.”
Castiel nodded, expression softening. He reached back and plucked out one of his feathers, and Lucifer did the same, both rising to their knees. This was a different mating to what Gabriel and Dean had done, one that could only be done between angels. Castiel started, trailing his feather along Lucifer's chest in an ancient Enochian symbol, leaving a trail of light in its wake.
“I take thee to be my mate, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner, my protector and protected, and my one true love. I give to you in the presence of God and our brethren my pledge to stay by your side as you will be by mine, through good and bad times, no matter the wars that come. I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind and essence. I shall always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live.” He ended by pressing his lips to the symbol, sealing it, claiming Lucifer as his mate.
Taking a deep breath, Lucifer briefly cupped Castiel's cheek before he started to draw his own symbol on Castiel's chest. His own vows flowed into his mind, and as the lines of the symbol glowed in the wake of the feather, he knew that this was right.
“I take thee to be my mate, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner, my protector and protected, and my one true love. I give to you in the presence of God and our brethren my pledge to stay by your side as you will be by mine, through good and bad times, no matter the wars that come. I promise to love you without reservation, honour and respect you and your choices, provide for your needs as best I can, and comfort you in times of distress. I shall grow under your guidance in mind and essence, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you as my beloved for as long as we both shall live.”
He pressed a kiss to the symbol, then moved to claim Castiel's mouth in a kiss that left them both panting for unneeded breath. They felt it as their Grace twinned together, binding them as mates forever after, and Lucifer gasped as he felt a raw, beautiful power flow into him, repairing the tattered holes in his Grace. He fell forward, letting Castiel catch and hold him as their Father's love finally reached out and connected with Lucifer once more.
“Father,” Lucifer whispered as Castiel gently ran a hand over his back. “Father. Thank you.”
They both felt a pulse of approval, which faded to leave them alone again. They shared a glance and knew - God had given them his blessing. Lucifer was finally redeeming himself in his Father's eyes.
Lucifer opened his mouth to say something, but Castiel had had enough. He quickly leaned in and kissed his mate, making his intentions quite clear.
Never one to be accused of being stupid, Lucifer kissed back with enthusiasm, hands reaching out to roam over Castiel's flesh.
“Need you now,” Castiel ground out when he released Lucifer's mouth. “We're mated, hurry up and claim me!”
“Pushy pushy,” Lucifer smiled. He grasped Cas around the waist and pulled him so that he was sitting in Lucifer's lap again. One hand quickly trailed down to start circling around Castiel's anus.
“That's it,” Castiel sighed in happiness. They were both half hard simply from the intensity of the mating vows, so Cas took both cocks in hand and started gently stroking, ensuring that they were definitely both in the mood.
With a thought, Lucifer's fingers were covered in lube. He pushed two fingers into Castiel easily, given the last time they'd had sex was only a few hours ago. It didn't take long for his fingers to be sliding easily in and out of Castiel, scissoring and stretching, the younger angel squirming and writhing as his prostate was rubbed with every stroke.
“Lu, please,” Castiel begged, hips moving. “Need more. I can take it, please!”
“I know you can,” Lucifer assured him as he pressed a kiss to Castiel's temple. “Just making sure I don't hurt you.”
“You won't,” Cas was certain. “Come on.”
“Okay,” Lucifer briefly pressed a third finger in, making sure that Castiel stretched easily around it, before removing his fingers altogether. He grasped Castiel by the waist and lifted him, bringing him forward. Cas quickly got the hint and held Lucifer's cock in his hand, lining him up so that when he was lowered, Castiel was slowly penetrated.
“Oh fuck,” Cas tipped his head back, wrapping his free arm around Lucifer's neck. “That's it, that's perfect, Lu...”
“My perfect little mate,” Lucifer whispered as he struggled to keep his hips still. He didn't want to start thrusting yet, he wanted to make their first coupling as a mated pair special. So he helped Castiel to lower himself slowly, raising now and then to slide further on the next downward thrust.
Within minutes Castiel was fully seated on Lucifer's lap, hips rotating slowly as they clung to each other, kissing messily as they both grew used to the sensation. It did feel different this time, much more intimate than their previous rough and tumble fucks.
Soon it was no longer enough, and Cas started moving properly. Lucifer thrust up into him, the two moving in a well-rehearsed rhythm that brought them both pleasure. Castiel's body was always so tight and hot around Lucifer that he knew he wouldn't last long - but since he always managed to get Castiel off first, he didn't mind. With just a little shift, Castiel threw his head back, gasping as Lucifer now thrust directly against his prostate.
Lucifer leaned forward a little and gently bit down on Castiel's Adam's apple as he wrapped a hand around the cock leaking on his stomach. Breathing in Castiel's scent, Lucifer closed his eyes and thrust a little harder, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach.
“Love you,” he admitted, feeling Castiel starting to come undone.
“Lu...” Cas wrapped both arms around Lucifer's neck, holding on and clenching down with his muscles. “Always. Love, always...” he moaned as his body seized up, spilling his seed over Lucifer's hand.
“Cas, my Cas,” Lucifer followed his mate over the edge within a few thrusts, the pair clinging to each other as they came down from the high.
Gently, Lucifer withdrew from Castiel's body and eased them both back to lie on the bed to recover. Castiel was humming happily under his breath, and Lucifer smiled fondly at him as he ran his fingers over the mating sigils they both wore.
A few moments later, however, Castiel suddenly sat up, hands going to his midsection, and he leveled a rather frightening glare at Lucifer.
“What? What did I do?” Lucifer asked, caught off guard.
“Apparently,” Castiel ground out through gritted teeth, “our Father is enjoying playing silly buggers.”
“What are you...” Lucifer trailed off as he noticed it - a spark of Grace within Castiel that didn't belong to his mate. “Oh no. No. Why...”
“I don't know,” Castiel sighed and lay down again, curling into Lucifer. “Looks like Dean and Gabriel's child won't be growing up alone though.”
~*~
God watched over the births, and was pleased with what he saw. The parents were all doing well, and far more concerned with raising their children than with restarting the Apocalypse. Lucifer was even learning to appreciate humans and their ingenuity - mostly when it came to his sex life with Castiel, it was true, but at least it was a start.
Humming happily to himself, God left again. Time to check up on that planet a few light-years from Earth. It was showing great promise for another shot at aliens.
~*~
Gabriel watched as his eldest daughter danced happily with Lucfer and Castiel's only girl, the pair as close as sisters. His Joanna was sixteen, as beautiful as both her parents, with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She was slender and easy going, and already her fathers were fending off suitors left and right.
Avariel, on the other hand, had inherited Castiel's colouring, with almost black hair and bright blue eyes. She was a little shyer than Joanna, but excelled at the fighting lessons her fathers and uncles had insisted she take.
Today was the birthday of Gabriel and Dean's second daughter - Helena was turning thirteen, and was already promising to be just as much a looker as her older sister, though her hair was a darker blonde, and her eyes were close to Gabriel's amber.
“Papa!” His youngest, a boy named John, ran over to Gabriel then. “Papa, Uncle Sammy's here!”
“Excellent,” Gabriel smiled and hefted his only son into his arms. John was the youngest of all the children, at five years old. Sam's daughter Marie rounded the corner then, quickly followed by the dogs Sam had bought around the time he'd rescued and adopted the girl.
Gabriel handed John over to his favourite uncle and then went to find Dean. He stopped outside Helena's door, watching as Dean brushed their daughter's hair.
“What if he doesn't like me?” She was asking, and Gabriel had to stifle a smile. Helena had a crush on Castiel's son Jimmy, who the adults all knew was head over heels in puppy-love with her. It was only a matter of time before the two realised it as well.
“Well, you'll just have to take the chance,” Dean smiled fondly down at his daughter as he started braiding her hair. “If you don't try, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering.”
“Hmm,” Helena paused for a moment, while Dean finished one braid and started another. “Dad, aren't you meant to be telling me not to date any boys? You always try and scare off the boys Joanna brings home.”
“That's because they're not good enough,” Dean shrugged easily. “We know and like Jimmy though. He won't hurt you. And he already knows what's gonna happen to him if he does.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel stepped in, alerting them to his presence. “Your papa's not known as Loki for nothing!”
Helena just laughed at him as he wound an arm around Dean's middle and watched her in the mirror. His babies were growing up so quickly, it seemed. He caught Dean's eye, and knew that he was feeling the same thing.
“Dads, are you gonna be gross?” Helena piped up, pulling a face. Gabriel smirked at her.
“Of course we are. That's our job.” With that, he pulled Dean down for a brief kiss.
“Ew,” Helena closed her eyes tight. “Parents are disgusting!”
Dean smiled fondly at Gabriel as they parted, and Gabriel turned to rejoin the party. This wasn't how he'd thought his future would turn out when he left Heaven behind, and he was thankful.
This was even better.
~ End ~
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