A/N: SURPRISE CHAPTEERRRR! Since so many people OMG ACTUALLY WANT ME TO KEEP WRITING WAT WAT I LOVE ALL OF YOU FOREVER. Here's another chapter. I wasn't exactly certain on what to write for this, so I hope you'll excuse me if the plot kinda goes ppffllllt –blows raspberry- BUT I WILL KEEP UP WITH PR0NZ, SINCE I GUESS 97% OF YOU GAIZ ARE HERE FOR THAT. It's okay I still love you. MORE LIKE YOU'RE MY FAVORITES. If you squint in this chapter, you may catch a glance of Sabriel! Aaaaaanywho. If any of you have an idea for some angel-y things for Dean and Castiel to do, review and tell me!

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Rating M for Mmmmmmm yaoi.

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The obnoxious pounding on the door didn't help Dean with his obnoxious pounding headache. Groaning, he rolled over in bed, his arm stuck to his side with… Is that oil? The whole night came back to him in a crashing wave and he was suddenly very much awake.

"Good morning, Dean," Castiel stated simply, wide blue eyes trained on him as if he had been watching the entire night, which he probably had. The pounding sounded at the door again, and Dean groaned once more before bellowing "WHO IS IT?"

The voice was quiet and hesitant, "Uh, dude, it's me, Sam."

"Oh shit…" Dean looked at the state he was in, slicked up in angel oil, stark naked and at half staff. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and made to get up.

"Let me help, Dean," Castiel offered, snapping his fingers. The hunter suddenly found himself cleaned, clothed and cared for all in one instant. His wings were still a problem though, and he concentrated for a moment until they disappeared from sight. He then went to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to find his lanky brother standing awkwardly in the doorway holding two bags of greasy breakfast food.

"I thought you'd be… Hungry," He chose his words carefully, trying to minimize his already heightened embarrassment. Dean let him in and Castiel exchanged knowing glances with the younger Winchester. He set the food down on the small motel table, but it was when Sam opened up the shiny foil packages that Dean's appetite kick-started at the smell of eggs, cheese and bacon. Eagerly sitting at the table, he ripped open the other bag and dove into the steamy deliciousness of breakfast food. When he was half way through his hash browns, he noticed Sam staring at him.

"What?" He asked with a mouth half-full, knowing that there was something on the other's mind.

"Nothing, really. Just, you look happy," Sam answered truthfully, taking a sip from his frappe-latte-mocha-whatever. Dean stopped mid-chew. What Sam had said was right, he was happy. Is. Has been since he started the change, no matter how painful it was. Something inside him had filled in and healed over the hole that had gaped in his chest for so long, a pain that endlessly throbbed at the back of his mind. He felt good. Whole.

He made no external sign to his revelation, just shrugging instead, but he could feel Castiel's eyes boring into the back of his head, eliciting a soft and peaceful radiance that calmed his very soul. The brothers ate the rest of their meal in silence, at least until an unwanted guest appeared out of nowhere.

"Yo, bro. How goes it?" Gabriel grinned as he stretched out languidly on the bed, catching the younger Winchester's eye briefly before he looked away. Castiel was on him in a flash, teeth bared. Dean could almost feel that the angel's feathers were ruffled, despite their invisibility.

"What do you want now, Gabriel?" Castiel grated through his teeth, fist clenching at Gabriel's shirt.

"You know, Castiel, I thought you were really smart. But it seems you've forgotten one important thing," The archangel made no move to attack, and Castiel eased up slightly at his words.

"I have not forgotten anything within my…" He trailed off as it suddenly hit him.

"Do you remember now, little bro? You need approval first, which you seem to have forgotten like the oblivious bitch in heat you are, how do you think the Elders feel?" Gabriel managed to sit up as he pulled a lollipop out of god knows where and unwrapped it, sticking it in his mouth, Sam's eyes following the movement.

"The… Elders…" Castiel whispered, then turned abruptly around to meet a confused Dean, voice suddenly clipped and commanding, "We need to move Dean, now."

The whole room was suddenly engulfed in a white light so pure and bright and good it brought Sam and Dean to their knees, and the most pleasant sound rang in their ears that rendered them nearly catatonic.

"They're here," Was the last thing Dean heard as for the first time ever he saw his angel scared.

When consciousness finally reached him again, Dean awoke to a dark hallway that seemed to go on forever that was lit with a line of torches. He groaned and rolled over, arm hitting a warm body next to him. Blinking a few times, his vision cleared and he recognized the lanky figure next to him.

"Hey, Sammy, hey, wake up," He grunted as he smacked at his younger brother. Sam let out a responding groan and brought a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. By then Dean had already gotten up and had begun to survey their surroundings, picking a torch off of the wall.

"Where are we?" Sam asked as he peeled himself off of the floor.

"I dunno, but that was some powerful angel mojo back there," The older Winchester responded, "Cas said something about angel Elders? I thought there were only archangels?"

"I'm just as confused as you are, Dean. Looks like the only option we have now is to follow this hallway to wherever it leads," Sam concluded, squinting his eyes to try and see further down the corridor.

"Best get started then," Dean sighed as he began to trudge down the empty hall. They walked for what seemed to be hours, Sam's watch defective in whatever dimension or angel-land they were in. The hall followed a slight curve, making it impossible to see too far ahead, and was set at a minute downhill slope, at least to what the brothers could tell. They never passed by a door, or another corridor or anything else for that matter except the continuous line of torches clinging to the cold brick walls.

Eventually, a light shone up ahead akin to the one that graced them back in the motel room, and a hope for an end to the hallway sparked in both the hunters. They finally, finally, reached a door at the end, the light spilling out of the window installed in its frame. Checking the handle, they found it unlocked and opened it, the door swinging inwards with a soft whisper.

To say the space before them was huge counted as an understatement, a gigantic understatement. The walls vaulted to the ceiling that seemed to be almost two hundred feet up, all delicate arches and fragile curves. Gold and silver cherubs peeked out from behind every corner and column, the entire room covered in their brilliance alongside inlays of rare woods and stones. Sam and Dean stopped dead in their tracks as the sight shocked them, their eyes too slow to soak in the magnificence that surrounded them, and all too soon a voice floated towards them, light and airy, "Dean and Samuel Winchester, we humbly invite you to walk in our halls, to gaze at our beauty, to taste our fare, to talk with the beings that created, that destroyed, that are your world. They request your presence, yet bid you to stay your welcome and rest from your journey that undoubtedly has strained your corporeal forms. Since you are familiar, Castiel will be showing you to your rooms."

A light fluttering of wings was heard behind them, and they spun suddenly to look at… Was that Castiel? The being before them resembled anything but a human, white form pure and glowing in the already brilliant hall, but the angel's wing tips that were singed black from the pits of hell stood out starkly from its body in comparison.

"Cas, is that you?" Dean whispered.

"Dean," A familiar gravelly voice filled Dean's ears, so painfully Castiel it nearly brought tears to the usually tough hunter's eyes. The angel then regarded Sam, "Sam, welcome. It was my poor foresight that led us here, and for that I must endow you with my sincerest apologies. You do not have much say in the matter, Sam, for you are not directly involved as Dean and I are. You are free to wander the halls, and if you so desire anything at all, will it, and it will be given to you. Your room is the one on the left, surrounded by gold cherubs. Dean," His attention shifted back to the older hunter, "Your room is to the right, outlined with silver cherubs. I shall meet you there shortly after you have settled in, there is much to talk about. Also, you may find that your wings will appear randomly, this is part of the natural process, and you may find that your physical body will start to break down. This is to make way for your 'true' form, so to speak. I know you are both tired from all that has been happening, and you must excuse my long-winded speech, go now and rest."

As quickly as Castiel had appeared, he vanished, leaving two very stunned Winchesters standing in a hallway owned and made by angels. It was also at that very second that Dean's wings decided to show themselves in their full glory, ebony feathers spread out and extended in the wideness of the space. The silver and gold that adorned the walls reflected off of the iridescent glow of his wings, making them sparkle and shine in the bright light.

"Dude, woah," Was all Sam could manage, looking at the wings sprouting from his own brother's back.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Dean huffed as he tromped down the hall towards his room, suddenly in a sour mood. What the hell did the angels want from him anyway? Hadn't he already proven and shown that he wanted to be with Castiel? What did it matter to them anyway? Questions spun in his head that he had no answer to, running in and endless circle that began to give him another headache.

"You alright? I think we just need to lie low for a while, recuperate. What better place than a hall owned by angels, huh?" Sam chuckled lightly, trying to lift the heavy curtain that seemed to have suddenly fallen over Dean.

"Yeah, some R&R sounds pretty damn good right now Sammy. I'll see you when I see you I guess," Dean agreed, opening his door and shutting it softly behind him. The hunter looked about his new settings, a lush, plump bed and expensive looking satin sheets sat before him, as well as a dresser, a table and a few chairs, a couch and a love seat. He went to go sit on the bed when he noticed something strange.

He was missing one of his fingers.

In its place was a light blue glowing appendage, mimicking the shape of his finger. Panicking slightly, he watched as another one of his digits seemed to dissolve away to be replaced by the light, and it was also at this moment that Castiel decided to show up again.

"Cas, what the hell is going on here?" He asked, completely distressed.

"I see your physical form is losing shape, this is a completely natural process, Dean," The glowing figure before him soothed, and what Dean took to be his hands clasped over the hunter's. The contact between them now was different. It felt more real. Closer. As if their very souls were touching. It was in fact, their grace.

"This is your grace taking shape, Dean, just like every angel before you has done. It is the most becoming shade of blue," He added, removing his grace from Dean's to show the older Winchester. His hands had become something else, they were still hands, but at the same time weren't. They were more. Replaced with a soft blue glow, Dean saw his grace. He saw himself. He saw his true self. And that realization was all it took for his physical form to break away, for all his stops to be removed, for him to just be.

And it was just perfect.

He reached out to Castiel, their graces touching and mingling with each other, his emotions suddenly so open and raw and powerful that he feared them. He feared his love, he feared his want, he feared his need, and yet caved into their relentless wave of feeling. Of being.

He no longer knew if he was kissing Castiel, no longer knew if he was touching him, holding him, because he was Castiel, and Castiel was him. They were one being, one entity, and the pleasure he derived from that was so intense and unadulterated it made his essence sing with a voice he never knew existed. He sang, with the voice of an angel.

After a long, sweet while, Dean suddenly awoke back to himself. He became aware of his own consciousness again, and his form reflected that, taking shape of his normal human body, fingers and all. Looking over at Castiel, he was surprised to find that he too had formed into his vessel's shape, azure eyes open and watching Dean in idle contemplation.

Lying on the soft fabrics of the bed, he took in the moment, soaking and pressing it into his mind, wanting to remember this peaceful blip. It suddenly became apparent to Dean that he was missing all of his clothes, but he did not care, it was just him and his angel. The two angels together.

This was a very pleasing thought, and he rolled over and smiled as he planted a light kiss onto Castiel's forehead.

"Dean, how are you feeling?" Castiel asked when the hunter pulled away. It took him a few minutes to gather his thoughts, for Dean himself didn't exactly know how to describe it.

"I uh, man I don't know Cas, all I know is that it's good," Dean replied sheepishly, rolling onto his back. Castiel was suddenly looming over him, pupils dilated, wings unfurled, and voice deep and rough, "Then show me, oh hunter mine."

Castiel then kissed him, Dean was sure this time he was, and slid his tongue between the hunter's lips to claim his mouth in one smooth move. Dean's wings formed behind him, splaying out on the bed as his body was suddenly stimulated by the overbearing angel, oil glands bared and already oozing. The angel leaned down and placed his mouth on the gland of Dean's left side, his hand stimulating the other expertly as the hunter shamelessly released all over Castiel's chest.

"That was faster than expected," Castiel stated frankly, Dean a heaving, quivering mess beneath him as he came down from his orgasm.

"Son of a—just give me a second, Jesus Christ," Dean sputtered as he tried to regain control of his breathing, yet failed miserably as his eyes locked onto the very stiff member dangling between Castiel's legs, his own length rising once more.

"It already seems that your body is prepared for another orgasm Dean, shall we continue?" Castiel asked nonchalantly. Dean just blinked at the angel until Castiel lowered his body onto his, their lengths sliding along one another and dragging a deep moan out of the hunter's chest. Giving permission with a smoldering kiss, the hunter wove his fingers into the angel's own wings, giving his glands a squeeze. His hips rolled up as Castiel's rolled down, and before he knew it he was on his hands and knees, the angel's strong grip grasping him by the base of the wings to roll him over.

Holy fuck did he like it when Castiel man-handled him.

He could feel the angel's hands all over him, feeling every curve and muscle, mapping out the hunter's skin with his fingers. He shivered slightly, until an unexpected slap on the ass jolted him forward, his wings flaring to try and regain balance as Castiel muttered something in Enochian behind him. At first from the stun of the hit to his rear and the fact that Castiel barely murmured it, his ears didn't quite pick it up the first time around. Maybe it had something to do with his own angel mojo, but when Castiel muttered it a second time he understood it completely.

Holy shit does Castiel have a dirty mouth.

There were no English words, or any human words, to compare it to and Dean let out a low groan, his cock becoming impossibly harder between his legs. He himself didn't speak Enochian—that he knew of—and so replied in his native tongue as best he could, "Just fuck me already."

Castiel gripped the hunter's wings tight as he entered him, hard, fast and dry, yet his body yielded to him. He felt no sting or strain as the older angel thrust into him, and he chalked it up to angel mojo once again.

Dean's wings widened and flared with every one of Castiel's movements, pushing him further onto the angel's length as Castiel's own wings matched his own to put more power behind his thrusts. Castiel's hand snaked its way between the hunter's legs to grasp at his swollen sex, slick with pre-come and his earlier release as it mingled with the oil he had wiped from his glands.

Once again Castiel's hands were on him, strong grip flipping him onto his back, pinning his wings beneath their bodies as he thrust into him again, the surprise of the sudden change in position evident on Dean's face as released a shuttering groan. Their eyes locked as Castiel slid in and out of him, and it was all that it took to send them both over the edge, Castiel's wings beating back in one forceful motion to seat himself deeply inside of the hunter's ass, his searing seed releasing itself onto Dean's tight heat.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breaths calming slowly as Castiel removed himself from Dean, the hunter letting out a strange grunt as he did so at the sudden lack of fullness. He rolled over onto his stomach, letting his wings drape over the bed as Castiel laid beside him quietly.

"Was that enjoyable, Dean?" Serious blue eyes found his green ones after a few minutes silence.

"Did you want a real answer to that, or was my performance in bed not convincing enough?" Dean huffed at the question.

"Oh, it was very convincing Dean. I do not doubt your acting skills. Though I am quite certain you were not acting when we both achieved org—"

"Okay okay," Dean cut him off, "No, I was not acting. Yes, it was enjoyable. Happy?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, good. Glad I cleared that up,"

"Does this mean you wish to orgasm again soon?"

"Cas… Take a nap,"

"Dean, we do not need to sleep. We do not need to eat. We do not need to take a break. We do not—"

"Okay let me stop you right there. I am still pretty close to a human, so I need to cool off,"

"How long do I have to wait for you to 'cool off', Dean?"

"I don't know, there's no set time! Go take a nap or stare at me while I sleep or something,"

"Okay Dean,"

"One more thing,"

"Yes Dean?"

"Do you have to say my name so much?"

"I like the way it sounds,"

The hunter said nothing after this, a warm feeling spreading in his chest as the words Castiel spoke settled into his mind. He didn't know anything about these angel Elders, but they didn't seem so much of a threat with Castiel right there. Closing his eyes, he easily drifted off into a light sleep.

It was some time later when Castiel climbed carefully out of bed and clothed himself. He sighed deeply and looked to the corner of the room where, if you knew what you were looking for, a shadowy figure crouched in the corner.

"Was that proof sufficient enough, Elder?" He inquired, voice gruff and monotone.

"It shall suffice for now, Castiel. The real test will be when he wakes. If he does," The Elder crooned cryptically.

"What else must I do to prove my devotion towards this mortal, who is no longer a mortal?" Castiel asked, voice tinged with slight annoyance.

"Due time, Castiel. Due time," The Elder then disappeared from the room, leaving Castiel the most frustrated he had ever been in all of his existence.

A/N: Wooooooo okay so like stuff is happening now and like stuff. So yeah. Stuff. Review please!