Krystal snuggled into him, giving him a light kiss. She let out a soft breath. "It wasn't my court who called me this though. No, it was the other courts. My court is not well liked despite the peace between us all. We are uneedlily persecuted because we provide a service that the other courts will not do. We are the assassins of the fae courts, and in a culture where life is so very valued, we are compared to nothing more than mercenaries." She explained softly, frowning. Sam would be able to feel just how much she ached for her court, how much she wished to change the stigma it carried, but she felt defeated. She took in another breath. "They call me the queen of murder, the cursed queen, because everyone I've tried to love, including my parents, has been killed."
Krystal perked up at the mention of the wedding, and thanks to a wireless printer and a bit of pregnancy insomia, she already had a small binder with ideas in it. She handed it to Sam. "I might have a few ideas."
Dean raised an eyebrow at the fact that Castiel was blushing at him being shirtless. He let out a low chuckle. "Dude, what's withbthw blush? You've seen me naked. literally rebuilt my body when you pulled me from hell, Cas. No need to blush" He muttered, grabbing a beer from the fridge.