#cat!cas

Deer!Reader was hunted for her antlers, making her very untrusting. She takes time and a lot of care to warm up to someone.

Puppy!Sam is the first person Deer!Reader trusts, his soft and caring nature much needed when they first find her.

The pair soon become friends, enjoying time outside together. Sitting in the sun, her finally feeling free, him finally feeling seen.

Deer!Reader spends lots of time crafting sweet little gifts for her boys. She loves picking bundles of wildflowers for each of them. Dog!Dean acts tough, puffs his chest out and all, but the second he sees that flicker of hurt in her eyes, he's kissing her cheeks and forehead like she'll break.

Deer!Reader is stronger than she looks. She appears soft and sweet, timid even, which she is, but don't underestimate her, those antlers are not for decoration.

Ask me about Deer!Reader, Cat!Cas, Puppy!Sam, Dog!Dean or anyone else!

“my own son?? gets more CUDDLE than me?? just because he now dog??? unaccptable”

soft hygge Destiel fic where Team Free Will are cats, cuddling to stay warm

In a distant corner of the apartment, past half-open doors and gap-mufflers and thick-pile rugs, a boxy black TV mumbled to itself, fritzing and straining to keep its signal through the storm.

“—power outages widespread throughout the region,” the TV said, its faint voice crackling between every word. “Temperatures reaching a record low in the northern half of the state – reminder that the government has issued a state of emergency, so if you’re inside, stay inside—”

Wind woooooed through a gap in the window seal, its howl turning to a melodic whistle. The snow didn’t make a sound as it hit the glass, unseen past the drapes. Even in the middle of the day, it was dark. The world was dark. The apartment was dark.

Castiel’s bedroom was dark.

Billie liked to think it was her bedroom – she put all her things in there, and everything glowed strongly with her chamomile scent – but the rug on the floor was Castiel’s, the mattress and all its winter blankets were Castiel’s, and the bedroom was, as a whole, Castiel’s.

Beyond the bedroom was the lounge – also pleasantly gloomy, also quiet but for the whistle of wind and the hum of the fridge. The lounge was more of a public space, a neutral zone. Castiel expected to see Dean or Sam scamper through there often, and the kitchen was at the side, so they’d eat together most mornings and evenings. But the rest of the time, Castiel kept to his bedroom, sleeping, licking his cream-coloured back and brown tail – and Dean? Well, Dean disappeared outside.

He’d be gone for days, then come in all dirty and happy and hungry. He’d sleep on the couch for a few days, accepting Billie’s petting and letting his long, darker-tipped coat be combed through to tease out the knots – and then by the morning he’d be gone. He always knew to come home, but he grew restless when inside. His mind was too full of thoughts, his body too full of energy, and all he wanted to do was play and hunt and discover new things.

Castiel liked inside.

Inside was warm.

Outside was the opposite of warm, because there were no heaters. So outside, Castiel did not go. At least not in winter.

Castiel pricked up his ears: Billie returned home with a swoosh of heavy air, her heels tapping onto the wooden floors. Excited, Castiel uncurled himself, stretching his paws allll the way out in front of him, yawning wide, teeth showing. Then he vibrated, and stretched his back legs, and jumped down to the floor.

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Catstiel! 

Based on the backstory crafted for Castiel in chapter seven of Siren’s Lullaby.

Super thanks to @dreamhunter-trash for helping me with the wings (truly, you are amazing), and to @theriverscribe for letting me bury myself in the sandbox that is By the Grace of God. I will never get the sand completely off me, and that is fine. 

If you somehow have no idea what BTGOG is, you have my deepest sympathies, you poor deprived soul. Go read it now and raise yourself from perdition. 

And here’s the link to Siren’s Lullaby, too. 

I can never promise if I will be able to draw something or not, but you are more than welcome to send me ideas <3 And this is such an amazing AU! The dynamics between them would be awesome! :D 

Written for: @winsister91 Sammikin’s Trickster Challenge

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Reader (Hey, that’s you!), Gabriel, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Golgos (OMC), Himeros (OMC), Mentions of Aphrodite and Zeus

Warnings: Language, Crack?, Cat Castiel and Cat Gabriel?

Summary: Gabriel just wants to find the woman who’s soul is so different from any other he’s ever seen - the witch they’re hunting has other ideas.

Tagging: @winsister91 @thewhiterabbit42 @nobodys-baby-now @lucis-unicorn @chelsea072498 @clockworkmorningglory @sakurablossom4

Note: Do NOT post, copy and paste, or share my works on any other platforms without my express permission. REBLOGGING is fine. :)

A/N: Pictures not mine. Cat pics found on Google and the wedding venue is from The Chapel of the Flowers website.

Gabriel saw her across the street, shoving the other half of a twisted glaze donut into her mouth before she burst out laughing at the teasing the gentleman next to her was giving. He stood stock-still like an idiot on the other side of the street, marveling at the way her soul swirled and pulsed with pinks, golds, and grays.

He was vaguely aware of Dean nudging his arm before Cas waved a hand in front of his face, both saying his name with concern. Sam had quickly put two and two together, noticing the woman on the other side and a silent Gabriel standing dazed, grinning stupidly at her.

Sam crossed the street, following no more than ten feet behind her - only to lose sight of her when she turned the corner with the man she’d been with. Gabriel, Dean, and Cas all followed him across the street, just a handful of feet behind when he turned back to them, hands raised up as he shrugged.

“You lost her?” Gabriel asks incredulously.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been staring like an idiot…” Dean trails off, shoving his left hand into his dress pant pocket.

“Hard to believe you muttonheads have saved the world. And more than once!” Gabriel mutters before reaching out with his grace to find any lingering traces of her. There are only a few tendrils, all located behind him, so he turns to Cas. “Did you see her soul?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And what, Gabriel?” Gabriel rolls his eyes so hard at his brother’s question, he briefly wondered if the red flicker he saw was brain matter.

“Did you see the colors, Castiel? Pinks and golds and grayish silvers.”

“It just appeared to be pink to me. Which, in itself, is very odd. Most souls are blues or whites.”

“Uh, guys?” Sam taps on Cas’s shoulder, motioning back to the other side of the street. “Maybe we should get back to the case?”

“People are dying every day, Sammy. I have never seen a soul like that. And I’ve been around this marble a few times.” All three of the men glare at him, which he pretends not to notice. “Alright. Alright! Let’s get back to saving people. But I call dibs on her.”

Dean gets an annoyed look on his face and crosses the street, while Sam stares at him before rolling his eyes and following his brother. Cas’s glare morphs into something more questioning and with a quick look back, Gabriel crosses with Castiel a few steps behind him - both at a loss for the missed encounter and the woman with the bright soul.

—

The paper’s website had stated that the woman stabbed her own mother then had a mental breakdown, sobbing over her lost love. Classic siren. And since Chuck had unceremoniously dumped Gabriel in their laps nearly six months ago, they figured this would be an easy case to crack.

It was turning out to be anything but.

The next night, a couple was snatched from the woods. No blood, no screaming. The only reason they even suspected it was linked was that the young man’s mother came in to report him missing, muttering a few choice words about his girlfriend and how she just wanted to deflower her son. So, maybe not a siren? Maybe a dragon? Shit.

Once they were done snooping around the sheriff’s station, they headed back downtown for lunch before they would head over to the sister’s house to talk about the incident of her mother’s death - Sam suggested they go ask the missing kids’ parents a few questions after that, hoping to narrow down their list of monster suspects.

They were all walking out, discussing various monster possibilities when Sam suddenly stopped, making Dean run into him.

“Jeez, Sammy. Warn a man!”

“It’s her! Gabriel’s mystery woman.” Gabriel was standing stock still, once again, staring as her tongue swept out of her mouth to lick at a triple scoop ice cream cone. She was only a few store front’s down, accompanied by two men this time, both around six feet, one blonde with dark olive skin and light green eyes - the other with dark brown hair, fair skin and dark blue eyes.

She stops, looking quizzically at the four men staring at her before giving a tight smile before shooting the blonde man to her left a look.

Gabriel let out a loud whine, seeing her dressed in those tight black jeans, a loose purple and white striped sweater and an easy smile before her tongue darted out again to lap at the melting confection. The brunet leaned down to whisper in her ear and her gaze darted to Gabriel.

The blonde held up his hand, approaching them with the woman and another man close behind him.

“Well, if it isn’t Loki. Heard you were dead.” The blonde stopped, his hand held out to shake Sam’s. “And you are?” He asks, eyeing the taller man.

“Himeros, you’re still a Greek dick.” Gabriel huffed out with a giant snarky smile in return.

“Come on, H. It’s not hard to tell - he’s Sam Winchester. That’s Dean, and of course, Castiel.” She gestures with her head to each member before winking at Gabriel.

“Uh, do we know you?” Sam mutters, shaking his hand.

“No,” the brunet answers. “But you did murder our grandfather and aunts, so we know you.”

“Whoa.” Gabriel turns to Sam and Dean. “You took out Zeus?” He whistles lowly.

“Who’s your mom?” Dean queries, shaking Himeros’s hand as well.

“Golgos.” The woman admonishes as she sets her left hand on his forearm. “Oh, um…our mother is Aphrodite. And I’m sorry for my brothers.”

“Brothers.” Gabriel grins out, plucking her hand from Golgos’s arm and bringing it to his lips. “And what is your name, my beautiful buttercup?” Gabriel held her gaze, his chest tightening as her eyes softened.

“Y/N.” She swallowed before licking her lips. “My name is Y/N. What about you, handsome?” Gabriel quirked an eyebrow at her question before Himeros interrupted.

“It’s Loki, I already said his name.” Himeros snapped out, moving forward to push Gabriel away from his sister. But Gabriel yanked her into him, wrapping an arm securely around her waist, relishing in the feeling of them chest to chest. “Release my sister, Trickster.” Gabriel leaned forward, taking a generous bite of her ice cream as she raised an eyebrow.

“Naw, I like her.”

“Ga- Loki.” Cas scolded, glaring down at his brother. “We need to get back to the case.”

“You know anything?” Dean grunts, looking from the men to Y/N.

“Just that it’s a witch. And a very powerful one at that.” Golgos answers with a shrug, watching his sister and Gabriel with interest.

“And that’s it?” Sam inquires, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other as he slides his right hand into his jacket pocket.

“That’s it.” Y/N replies, still pressed against Gabriel, looking up at Sam with big, innocent eyes. “We saw the article and since we were in the neighborhood, we decided to stop by.”

“So, you’re gods who hunt?” Dean challenged, giving her a disbelieving look.

“Golgos and I are demi-gods. Himeros is a god.” Her eyes harden as she locks them with Dean. “And if you attempt to harm my brothers, you’ll have a very difficult time getting laid from now on.” Gabriel throws his head back with mirthful laughter, startling the woman in his arms slightly.

“Oh, I like you very, very much, sugar snap.” Himeros snapped, Y/N now safely by his side.

“And I would like it if you kept your Trickster mitts off my baby sister.”

“What about my lips? Other appendages?”

“If you’d like to keep your appendages, don’t put them anywhere near her,” Golgos growls, both moving to stand beside her like bodyguards. She just rolled her eyes before fishing her cell phone from her back pocket and extending it out to Sam.

“Feel free to put your number in there and I will text you any information we find out.” Sam grasps the phone, quickly inputting his number and email before handing it back with a smile.

“Thanks, we appreciate it.”

“Sure, you do,” Himeros muttered before all three disappeared. Gabriel huffed afterward, he and Dean frowning at the now empty space.

“Guess we gotta start narrowing suspects down. Lone witch. Fuck.” Dean groaned out, heading back down the street to get the Impala, muttering the entire way about witches, gods, Gabriel, and bullshit.

“I think that went pretty well, don’t you think so?” Gabriel piped up brightly, grinning at Sam and Cas, Sam rolling his eyes as Cas frowns. “What?!”

—

Three hours later, just as the sun was setting, they encountered the witch.

He got the drop on them, Gabriel and Cas pushing the Winchesters behind them as he hurled a handful of foul-smelling purple powder at them. The witch was just out of grabbing (and smiting) distance, sprinting away quicker than Sam and Dean could follow. The brothers returned to find both angels gone.

“Fuck,” Sam mutters, shoving his gun back into his jacket pocket, exchanging a look with his brother as Dean dialed Cas’s cell.

“Cas? Where are you, buddy? You okay? Need you to call me back pronto.” Dean let out a sharp breath. “Alright. If that powder crap took away their angel mojo, they couldn’t have gotten far. We weren’t gone that long.” Sam agrees and they split up, heading around the outside of the building where they were attacked. Dean shakes his head when they meet up a few buildings away, “Fuck.” They jog back to Baby, driving slowly back to the motel, keeping an eye out for Cas and Gabe.

—

Your brothers had gone out to investigate (and pick you up some Chinese) while you were left to finish going through the police reports for the last two weeks on every. single. little. incident. Car keyed: 1701 Rosebud Ave, Max Jackson. Fire Alarm (False Alarm): 386 Monroe Road, Abigail and Joseph Robbins. You couldn’t tell if it was this stack of files or your overprotective brothers that were causing the irritation you felt.

You roll your eyes before hearing a soft thud. You tug the one headphone you had in free, setting them in the next file as a placeholder and rising from the little dinette chair. The little thud sounds again, followed by a light scratching.

Quirking your head to the left, you open the door, eyes dropping down as you hear a pair of soft meows.

“Oh, my sweet little angels. What have you gotten yourselves into?” Cas quirked his head, peering up at you with unfathomable blue eyes as you drop to your knees, smoothing your hand through his short black fur. Loki - who you definitely knew wasn’t a god - nuzzled under your other hand, goldenrod orbs blinking closed as you scratched behind his ear. “Okie dokie,” You gently pick Cas up, tucking his little black body under your left arm and repeated the movement with Loki before you stand, kicking the door closed behind you.

Bullshit. You shrug off the odd voiced phrase, focusing on what you needed to do next.

You get Cas sat on the end of your bed when your phone rings out, you’re about to set Loki down too when he gives a little hiss and carefully tangled his claws in the arm of your sweater.

“Okay. Fine,” you huff, picking up your cell. “Yes?” Settling against the headboard, tucking your legs under you as Cas ambles forward you sit Loki in your lap, reaching out to scratch under Cas’s chin. “You can’t find Cas and Loki? I believe I may be able to help you out there…” Sam is talking a million miles an hour, half to you and half to Dean, who is muffled but obviously irritated. “No, no - uh, they aren’t injured.”

“I don’t like how you said that.” Dean sighs out as Sam lets you know he’s put it on speaker.

“I’m at the Cloud Hotel, in one of the bungalows behind the hotel, 2B.”

“We’ll be there in 10.” You hang up, tossing the phone onto the pillow beside you before scratching behind Loki’s ear and sliding your fingers down under his chin before rubbing his chest, enjoying the deep purr that rumbled from his little kitty chest.

Mmmmmhmmm. Right. There. Sweet. Cheeks.

You freeze as those words echo in your mind.

“Ummmm…why can I hear you?” Cas shoots forward, shoving his head under your free hand then looking up at you with slightly narrowed eyes. Nothing. He meows loudly, and Loki meows back before climbing up your chest, looking you right in the eye as he presses one of his little paws against your skin just at the neckline of your scoop-neck sweater.

Sweetness?

I have a name, Mr. Not Loki. His goldenrod colored eyes widen as you smirk. I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night, handsome. Sam and Dean will be here in less than ten minutes. Loki meows at Cas who nods his black head before resuming his place by your left knee.

Y/N.

Yes?

I got wings. He pauses, a little sigh releasing from his tiny butterscotch colored chest. Like Kotex.

You laugh, making his body sway slightly with the laughter. That’s an interesting way to come out as an angel! But, I knew. You have this fuzzy - haze? Outline? - golden, multicolored-like edge around you.

And Cas does too? His voice has an edge of - hope? - to it. You mentally shrug it off, looking down at Cas, you draw your brows together.

No. I just knew that he was Castiel, Angel of the Lord. Wearer of the tan trench coat. Member of Team Free Will and the Winchester’s buddy. Two hunters with male model good looks and an angel in a trench coat? Not too hard to deduce who they were. You can’t help it as your fingers sink into his fur again, smoothing from his neck all the way down to the tip of his tail. And you were too - other - feeling to be human. Or even a god. Trust me on that.

Gabriel. He purrs, his eyes sliding closed as you continue stroking him.

Holy shit. Like THE Gabriel? Messenger of God?

Yep. He gives a little pop at the “p”, maneuvering so he’s draped over one of your thighs, letting you keep the contact needed to converse.

So why pretend to be Loki or the Trickster? Isn’t that kind of a step down from archangel?

I like to think I don’t have as big an ego as some of my brothers. And the rest is a long, fairly uneventful story.

Riiight. You pull your hand away as he turns to peer up at you. Your brothers had warned you not to get involved with the Trickster, that he was selfish and only thought of having a good time.

And when it was over, he would disappear. Loki - no, Gabriel - moves, pressing his head against the hand closest to him.

Y/N?  You don’t get a chance to answer, a loud knock sounding at the door. You carefully push Gabriel out of your lap and answer the door. Opening the door and sidestepping, you allow the Winchesters in.

“Where are they?”

“On the bed.” Sam is gaping at the cats, looking from them to Dean to you.

“Are you shitting me?” You purse your lips, leaning against the little dinette table. “Why’d they come here?”

”I don’t know, Dean! I was going through the files diligently, trying to find the witch or get a lead and I hear a little thud. Followed by some loud meowing. Sorry, they didn’t come running to your cat allergy riddled ass.” Dean looks taken aback by your tone and the sharp look you throw him. ”I have to deal with two overprotective brothers - who now they’ve seen not only the fucking Winchesters but the Trickster god Loki - have gone into super overprotective mode. I had to threaten, coerce, bring up how much bitchier I can get, and then threaten some more in order to get a little time to myself. So, here are your angels,” you turn, gathering up the files in your hands and shoving them at the stunned eldest Winchester. “Here are the files…and -” Your phone goes off suddenly, which for some reason just pisses you off more. Stomping over and angrily sliding to accept the call you shout “What?!” at Golgos through the phone. That’s when it hits you.

The sudden irritation and anger.

A hex bag.

That witchy motherfucker.

“Free bird!” You yell your safe words into the phone, panicking slightly at the anger simmering just under your skin. You were usually very in control of your emotions, very easy going and understanding. This was not normal.

Four sets of eyes regard you warily, but Gabriel seems to realize something is off, jumping nimbly across the bed to butt his head against your stomach. Your brothers appear suddenly, Himeros planting himself between you and the Winchesters as Golgos looks you over. “Hex.” You cry, the feeling of being strangled begins and your hand lands on Gabriel’s back, tightening slightly as you look at Golgos with wide eyes. Gabriel meows loudly, raising an alarm as you slide down to your knees, one hand braced against the thin carpet and the other shoved into Gabriel’s fur so hard you were worried you might hurt him.

Cas is helping sniff it out. Just focus on my voice, sugar snap. Can you do that? You can faintly hear him meowing loudly as you struggle to take a full breath. Black spots were beginning to touch on the edges of your vision, his fur so soft under your loosening grip. They got it, sweet cheeks. Y/N? Y/N! And then the blackness swallowed you down.

—

Something warm was pressed against your chest, making you curl slightly around the warmth.

Something warm and purring.

Purring?

Fuck if your eyelids aren’t heavy.

“Ugh.” You manage as you force your eyes all the way open and being met with a pair of gilded ones. “Hey.” Your voice is rough, throat still raw from the attack the hex bag. You move a heavy hand to stroke Gabriel.

Hey, good-looking. If you had the strength to roll your eyes, you would.

“How’re you feeling?” Himeros asks, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Sore.” He gives a sharp nod, raising back up to his standing position. “We used the hex bag to track the witch down.”

“And handled it.” Dean finishes, and you push yourself up so you can see him, giving him a nod.

But you’re still a cat.

Apparently…the spell lasts for at least a week. We’re hoping that since we’re more angelic in nature that it’ll be faster. His tail twitches as you sink back down into the mattress. I think I know why you can hear me.

Humm?

You believe in soulmates?

Thought angels - yawn - don’t have souls.

“Get some rest, princess. We aren’t going to take your kitties.” Golgos soothed, smiling brightly. And you reached out, blindly searching for Cas. His head bumps under your outstretched hand, climbing behind your head and resting his head against your neck with a few soft purrs as Gabriel snuggles closer to your chest.

We don’t. We have grace. But we’re destined. You and me, beautiful.

You know how cheesy that sounds? You manage not to yawn when you “speak” that time, taking a deep breath and you lazily trace zigzags through his goldenrod fur.

You’re pretty against the whole ‘love at first sight’ thing for being a daughter of Aphrodite… You can hear his slight chuckle as he stretches slightly to bump his head against your chin.

Gabriel?

Yeah?

Destined, huh?

Maybe we can talk more when I’m not a cat. And can kiss you. Fend off your brothers, snap you up some nice things…

Sounds good, handsome.  You manage before sleep claimed you again.

—

Two days later - and lots of yelling from Golgos and Himeros (”GABRIEL?! LOKI IS ACTUALLY A FUCKING ARCHANGEL?!” and “GODS, I KNEW HE WAS AN ASSHOLE, BUT THIS…?!) and Y/N protecting Gabe’s tiny cat body from her brothers in those first few hours after - Cas and Gabriel were back to normal.

And as soon as they were, Y/N muttered how much she was going to miss their little cat selves. No more waking up or going to sleep with the two of them curled up around Y/N. No more picking them up to rub her nose against theirs or to have her scratching and petting the pair. Y/N had actually enjoyed the last couple days.

Y/N sentiment was not shared by Dean, who had to spend most of his time away from them as possible the last few days.

Gabriel linked his fingers through Y/N’s, relishing in the ability to do so.

“Sooo…wanna get outta here?”

“Nice choice of opening lines there, hot stuff.” Y/N scoffed, pulling away just enough to rile the archangel, his hand tightening on hers slightly before rubbing small circles on the back.

“I’m the Gomez to your Morticia, sweet cheeks. You’ll give in to me. Just a matter of time.” Y/N pulls her hand from his grasp.

“Sorry. I’m not giving into anything without a ring on this finger.” She heads towards her brothers who are talking with Dean and Sam, leaving Gabriel with his jaw on the floor. For about two beats. He appears before her, kneeling with a black velvet box on one knee.

“I think it’s high time I take the plunge.” He clears his throat, shifting under her gaze as everyone stares. “What do you say? Me and you? Rest of eternity? I’ll bring the sweets. Hell, I’ll snap you up a mansion with whatever kind of kittens you want. As long as you don’t love them more than me.” Y/N opens her mouth but Gabriel shushes her. “Come on - lemme get this out. Well, I, uh, help those mooks over there whenever and be a damn good mate. Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Okay. Okay. We’ve only known each other for four days, but that’s long enough when you got as long as we do.” What started as a joke had morphed into him actually asking for a chance. “Y/N? Will you marry me?” Her eyes are searching his, trying to find the trick before her brows draw together as her teeth dig into her bottom lip.

He lifts the top of the ring box, revealing a large Ring Pop, Y/N laughter spilling all around the empty back parking lot. Gabriel wiggles his eyebrows before flashing a big, flirty grin.

“Yes.”

“YES?!” Her brothers shout in tandem as Dean and Sam’s eyebrows both shoot up to their hairlines. Castiel just sighs softly. Gabriel rises, plucking the Ring Pop from its velvet cage and as he offers it to her, her eyes fall on a very real engagement ring shining in the black box in his hand.

“For real now. You know we have a bond. So, you wanna marry a runaway archangel slash trickster god?” Y/N takes fistfuls of his green cargo jacket in hand and presses her lips firmly against his in their first kiss. Gabriel licks his lips after, an easy smile stretching across his face.

“Had to try out the goods, at least partially,” She shrugs before muttering against his lips, “Ask me again. Properly.”

“Mmhmm. I like that you’re a tad bossy.” He brushes his thumb across her jawline. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“AGAIN?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! YOU ARE NOT MARRYING HIM, Y/N!” One of her brother’s shout, both moving forward as Gabriel kisses her again before slipping his real engagement ring on her ring finger and the Ring Pop onto her forefinger. “THIS WILL BE THE LONGEST ENGAGEMENT KNOWN TO MAN!” Himeros snarls out, Golgos chuckling behind him.

“These rings actually look nice together.” Gabriel muses.

”Who knew?” She gives a quick peck on his lips. “I am not inviting your family to our wedding.”

“That’s fair.” Gabriel agrees, cupping her face in his hands to deliver a long, passionate kiss.

“What is the phrase? Poor bastard.” Cas begins loudly, shaking his head as Sam and Dean shoot him an odd look. “Her family is nearly as terrible as ours.”

“Hey!” Golgos and Himeros shout in tandem.

“So, Vegas?” Y/N whispers breathlessly in between long, romantic kisses.

“Oh, sweetness, you read my mind.” Gabriel raises his hand and is about to snap when her fingers wiggle against his palm, easily threading together with his, both of them disappearing in a flutter of wings.

All five men’s phones go off simultaneously.

::.:: Chapel of the Flowers, The Glass Garden, 1717 S. Las Vegas Blvd., Las Vegas. Three days from now. Bring a suit. Gifts Optional (No Magical Items, Please). ::.::

The men’s faces range from amused (Sam) to disgusted (Himeros) to thoughtful (Cas and Golgos) while Dean broke out in a big grin. Vegas!

“They have known each other for four days!”

“At least they’ve known each other longer than Sam knew his wife.” Sam shoots Dean the bitchface to end all bitch faces before flipping him off and climbing into the Impala. “Better get started, Vegas is a couple days drive from here. See you guys at the wedding.” Dean is chuckling as he climbs into the driver’s seat. Cas offers the men each a handshake.