@a-dick-with-wings cont. from HERE
Castiel’s hands on his shoulders help ground him, the warmth seeping through the layers of clothing and skin offered the archangel a focal point. Taking a deep breath, Gabriel placed his hands over his brothers and sat up a little straighter. “I’m not hurt, promise! Though the landing was a little jarring, it was nothing serious. I’ve had worse playfighting with Luc as a fledgling.”
The archangel could still feel the anger towards the witch brim in his mate, and it caused the corner of his mouth to curl into a small smile. Castiel had always been very protective of him, even as a fledgling. It’s one of the many things he loved about him. Speaking of fledgling...
“Alright, so, don’t panic? But the witch’s spell, don’t know how it was able to do this but I assume that some hard ass Enoch was involved, triggered something within me and now- well, long story short, now I’ve got a celestial bun in the corporeal oven... Our celestial bun.”













