Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 7

Dean was sure that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Michael at least looked and smelled nice.
So that could only mean good things right? But Dean couldn't shake the smell of ocean spray and winter rain from his nose as Castiel stood beside his oldest brother.
Black wings that Dean had thought were large stood beside six giant white wings.

Dean bit his tongue. Castiel really was obviously the baby brother...
Dean blinked as he realized his future husband was looking at him expectantly.
"I'm sorry did you.. Say something?"

The Alpha laughed and shook his head
"I asked if you were alright."

Dean was taken aback by the kind yet authoratative tone of a rather nice voice.
The Omega kept thinking perhaps there was a chance here, maybe it wouldn't be horrible to marry him.
"Yes..." Dean swallowed and looked right at Michael "I am fine.  But, I appreciate your concern."

Castiel cleared his throat and excused himself, quickly leaving the room. He walked past Dean and the Omega swore the Alphas scent had changed to something more... Dean shook his head and looked at Michael. Both were nervous, it leaked into their scents, even when their faces appeared fine and simply in a formal setting.

Dean looked over at Sam and Adam as Gabriel, whom Dean had met briefly upon his arrival, and Balthazar, whom Dean had only heard mentioned, were dragging the young human Princes out of the room to show them around.
Michael's wings twitched and he cleared his throat.
Dean jumped slightly and looked up at Michael
"Yes?"

"Would you care if I, showed you around? To uh... Our living quarters for when we are married?"

Dean nodded and swallowed. He didn't say anything in fear his voice would shake or waver even slightly. As it was he was fighting every nervous urge he had to shrink away and die.
Dean simply stood beside the Archangel and followed as he led them down the marble hallway and up a carpeted set of stairs. The stairs curved and led them up as Dean counted Twenty-five of them before they reached a small hallway leading to a door.

Michael paused outside the door and his feathers rippled in nervous or excited waves.
Dean couldn't tell what the Alpha was feeling as the angel knew how to keep his scent Neutral, but Dean was sure he picked up on notes of nervousness.
"Here we are Prince..."

"Dean. Just Dean. You're to be my husband Afterall so enough if the formalities, uh Michael." He spoke and felt his tongue like lead in his mouth but he swallowed back and shifted his weight.
He had nothing to be nervous about.

Michael smiled slightly and his scent lightened to amusement.
He liked Dean.
The Omega acted and smelled a bit nervous but Michael was sure the Prince hadn't met an Archangel before. The Crowned Prince knew that the human would be nervous, Afterall he was moving to a foreign country, marrying an older man, and was expected to carry an heir within the first two years of marriage.
But Michael had to admit, for as nervous as Dean smelled, he looked calm and, rather Alpha like. He even spoke like an Alpha.
"Very well Dean, here we are." He glanced over his shoulder tucking his wings a little closer as he opened the tall, wide door.

Dean followed the angel into the room, the room was large and opened into a cozy living area, a fireplace, large couch and a couple of comfortable chairs, a fuzzy rug and glass coffee table sat in the middle of room. Very cozy and relaxing.
On either side of the large fireplace were two giant windows overlooking none other then the Western Crystal sea of Heaven.

Dean was standing in front of the window staring out at the open and rolling dark winter water of the beautiful sea.
It was, beyond words.
Dean jumped slightly when Michael stood beside him, the Omega Prince had been so enthralled by the ocean he hadn't noticed the angel come to stand beside him.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He smiled as he looked out the window.

Dean looked up at Michael and had to simply nod. It took a lot not to lean into the warmth of the angel standing beside him.
The Young Prince could feel the heat radiating from the Alpha and his wings.
To lean into the warm body beside him was very tempting but Dean knew to control himself. He wasn't some needy Omega that wanted to be coddled and pet.
He felt like an Alpha and he wanted to be in control, right?

Michael chuckled and shook his head
"If you'd like to uh touch my wings you... You can. You're going to be my husband Afterall." He looked down and his wings twitched.

Dean turned around and looked at the Alpha Prince's nervous face
"Is the proud Alpha nervous?" With a sly smirk Dean cocked his head and amusement overtook the nerves that trickled through his sweet and leathery scent.

Michael laughed and his wings shook as he did.
"I'm not afraid Dean. I've been to war, I just got back from one. Nothing scares me."

Dean shook his head
"Typical Alpha."

Michael's wings tensed
"What was that supposed to mean? I am far from a typical Alpha!" He laughed again and shook his head

"No. Typical Alpha, I mean Alphas refuse to admit when they have a fear. Really, I see it in my father, I went out of my way when I learned I was an Omega to teach my brother Sam that it's ok to be afraid." He flexed his hands and looked back up from the ground and up at Michael.

Michael looked at the Prince with a soft smile.
For an Omega raised as an Alpha, Dean was kind and motherly, like an Omega, but built and stubborn like an Alpha.
Michael found himself realizing that maybe, perhaps this marriage wouldn't be so bad.