Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 32

Castiel held onto his horses reigns and watched as Dean was swiftly taken inside. His heart pounded as the urge to run to the Omega, to hold him close, pet his head, kiss his hair, and keep him away from the world roared through his body.
The Prince's fingers of his spare hand twitched at his side as his wings shuddered and he forced them not to move.

"Castiel?"

The young Alpha jumped slightly and gasped out a breath as he turned to look at his older brother Michael
"Michael." He bowed at the waist as his wings stretched out to the sides before he stood back up

"Don't do that Castiel. Greet me as a brother." Michael chuckled and noticed his baby brother did not want to meet his gaze "What is wrong?"

Castiel swallowed thickly and finally looked at his older brother with guilt in his eyes
"I dare not say. It is unimportant anyways." Castiel tilted his head and let a small smile tug at his lips "I have missed you these past weeks." He said quietly as he pulled the Archangel into a hug

Michael returned the hug feeling he shouldn't press the angel any further.
"Castiel I'm so happy you returned safely and with Dean alive, though I'm not confident to say he is well."

Castiel frowned and shook his head, handing his horse over to a servant and nodding
"He isn't. The things I saw, he was under an induced heat for an entire month and used like some slick toy." The seraphim wrinkled his nose in disgust as he growled out the sentence "I don't know any details and I don't think he is willing to tell. We don't have the slightest of how bad it all was, and I personally don't want to know."

Michael frowned and nodded as his wings shuffled and he met his little brother's gaze
"Raphael has challenged me for the throne."

Castiel's mouth fell open as he stared at Michael in disbelief.
"How could he?!" Castiel growled his wings raising in irritation "Against his own brother and family!" The young Prince pulled his thing silver crown in one hand and ran his free hand through his hair "Michael, he's-He's our brother" Castiel's voice fell to a whisper and his wings drooped "Raphael does know what challenging you entails correct? A fight to the death, and if he wins not only has he killed his brother, shamed his family, but then Dean would have to be owed to him!"

Michael put an arm on Castiel's shoulder and led the young Alpha inside.
"I'm not happy about this. I will speak to our father about this and try to fix the damage that is trying to be done." Michael took his wings and pulled his brother closer as they walked "I want you to get some rest. We have a lot to discuss coming up."

Castiel nodded as he was led by his older brother to his room. Once in the bedroom the fatigue of the traveling, and the emotional overcharge that he had been deal with caught up with him. The barely 18 year old yawned and stretched his arms over his head, his wings stretching up as well.
His eyelids felt so heavy and suddenly his chest plate and arm guards were gone, than the armor over the arch of his wings was gone.
He was pushed to sit on the bed and his boots were removed
"Get rest little brother." Michael smiled laying Castiel back and covering him with the fur blankets.

Castiel woke up he didn't know how many hours longer and sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Really he felt a lot better. The Prince swung his legs over the side of the bed his feet hitting the fluffy rug. Castiel let out a startled gasp as a harsh needle like sensation ripped through his left wing
"Damn it!" He hissed forcing his wing to lift, it was heavy and felt like lead "My wing is asleep." He grumbled walking towards the door, the one wing drooped and dragging along the floor a little bit.

Looking out the window, all Cas was met with was the midnight sky littered with beautiful stars and a bright white moon.
Forcing his wings to shake and flex he let out a sigh as his wing woke up.
The sky reflecting on the sea below was breathtaking.
One thing that caught the Prince's attention was a figure walking along the coastline. They had no wings, no horns, so most likely human, they walked along the coast feet in the Receding waves.

Castiel wrapped himself in his robe and with two beats of his wings flew down and landed gracefully on the cool sand.
The figure whom Castiel could now tell was Dean froze and spun around quickly.

This sight, this took Castiel's breath away. Dean stood with the moon illuminating his face, his eyes shining an indescribable green like the pools of a forest trapped between fantasy and reality, even if one eyes was swollen in a nasty purple and yellow, his freckles dotted his tanned face in such a way to rival the stars for the constellations of the Heavens, the Human pulled his green and gold robe a little tighter around him and his broad shoulders relaxed when he realized it was Castiel.
The smile that tugged at Dean's cut lips showing his perfect teeth and crinkling his eyes made Castiel return the smile whole heartedly.

"Hello Dean."

"Hey Cas." Dean whispered and waited until the Angel was walking beside him.

"Have you spoken to Michael yet?" Cas asked honestly curious about the answer

Dean simply shook his head
"I am not ready to face him. I'm not his husband yet, but I already feel like a disloyal dog."

Castiel frowned and looked at Dean who simply stared off over the sea.
"You are anything but."

Dean looked at Cas and frowned before taking a deep breath, his tongue between his teeth as he debated over what to say before tears pricked his eyes for the millionth time this month
"You don't know the half of it Castiel."