Unspoken

Chapter 8: Micheal and Gabriel; The Match Makers

A/N: YO YO WASSUP, WHOO! IM SO PUMPED FOR THIS CHAPTER, YEAH! I don't even know what's gonna happen, guess we'll find out.

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~Castiel~

"It was my fault." Dean answered before Castiel could reply. "He was excused by the teacher and I followed him. He- he just needed to stretch his wings. I followed him; I was worried, and I won't apologise for that."

Castiel was confused. Why Dean was covering for him was beyond his comprehension. But Dean stood unwavering under Michael's gaze. "If....if you're gonna punish someone, do it to me." This time Michael had a look, like he just found out someone was lying about buying sweets *cough* *cough* Gabriel *cough* *cough*.

"Come, Gabriel, we need to discuss something."

"I can once you get off me." Michael rolled his eyes and stood up, walking into another room with Gabriel getting up and following.

~Gabriel~

Michael closed the door silently behind him. A suspicious smile blooming on his face; which scared Gabriel because he never smiled, like, ever.

"This human has grown attach to Castiel, has he not?"

"Yeah, you just found out? you're slow." Gabriel said raising an eyebrow, still confused at where this conversation was going.

"If Castiel wants to experience human life then he can do what he pleases."

"And the point of all this is....?" Gabriel now knew exactly what Michael was saying. His own smile started appearing.

"We are going to make sure that he is not gonna regret making this decision." Gabriel nodded.

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~Dean~

He let out a heavy breathe he didn't know he was holding. Talking back to an angel sure wasn't the most terrifying moment in his life.

Dean let his curiosity roam, though. He let his eyes drift to the other dude on the other side of the room. Wait. He wasn't there before...

He slightly leaned to Castiel and whispered, "who's that guy?" Dean paused before adding on a thought. "Is he an angel, too?"

Castiel smiled, "yes." He confirmed. "Balthazar, this is Dean; Dean, Balthazar, my other brother."

Dean looked at him again. He was sitting in an armchair watching some MTV show while drinking alcohol. Wow, not much of an impression for an angel, Dean thought.

Before he could think on the subject any longer, he felt a warm hand grab his own. His hand started to tingle and he could feel himself getting flustered. Castiel dragged him to the black, leather couch. Castiel, then, started taking off his trench coat and unfurling his long black wings. His wings were beautiful now that this time he could get a good look, now that he was allowed to look.

He couldn't help himself as he softly ran his finger through the dark feathers and straightening them out. They were softer than the softest thing Dean has ever felt, like he dumps a bottle of conditioner on each wing a night.

He felt the tough muscles in the wing tense and Castiel slowly pulled it into his back, he smiled a smile that never reached his eyes and blushed slightly at Dean.

Dean quickly put his hands under his legs to restrain himself from doing that again. "S-sorry." He muttered.

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