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John Winchester paced in front of the motel door. His son Dean was late, and Dean was never late. His son Sam, sitting on one of the queen-sized beds that took up most of the room looked up from his laptop and furrowed his brow.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Dean, Dad?”

“Of course not!” John barked. “I just want to know what’s taking him so goddamn long. This job was a milk run. He should have been back by now.”

Sam shrugged and went back to his computer. He had spent all twenty-two years of his life living on the road with his father and older brother. Hunting monsters, keeping the world safe from the likes of vampires and werewolves. Dean being a few minutes later than expected didn’t raise any flags for him. Dean was probably at some dive bar, half-smashed and trying to get into the waitress’s pants. He chuckled out loud and knew immediately he had made a mistake.

“What’s so fucking funny?” John dashed over to the bed and grabbed Sam by his collar, throwing him to the floor. “Do you know where your brother is?”

Rubbing the back of his head which was already growing a bump from where he hit it on the other bed, Sam looked up at his father, “No! I have an idea, is all.” Sam wasn’t dumb enough to stand up with his father hovering over him. He waited until John extended his hand and then let himself get pulled to his feet.

At 6’4”, Sam was better than a couple of inches taller than both his brother and his father, but he was the last one in the family to ever resort to violence, and John knew it. As his son steadied himself, John pulled him close so they were nose to nose. “And what is the idea you have, Sam?” John glared into his son’s eyes.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Where do you think, Dad?” Sam wasn’t violent, but out of John’s two sons, he was the one who had no problem talking back.

John pushed Sam away, throwing him back on his bed, “He’s drinking again.” John walked to the door and punched the wall next to it. “Goddammit, that kid!”

“Dad, he’s practically thirty.”

“Twenty-six is not thirty, Sam. And if he keeps this shit up, he’s not gonna be around to see thirty!”

Sam grabbed his laptop, grateful it hadn’t hit the floor when he did, “I can look online and see where the closest dive bars are if you want.”

John nodded and went back to pacing in front of the door.

Sam looked over the top of his laptop at his father and waited until he thought he wasn’t paying attention. He slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly texted his brother:

GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! DAD’S PISSED!

Sliding the phone back into his pocket, Sam made a big display of typing hard on the laptop’s keyboard.

“Did you find anything?” John grunted.

“Not yet.” Sam felt his phone silently vibrating in his pocket and turned his back to his father. It was a text from Dean, and it read:

I’LL SEE HOW FAST I CAN WORK

Sam groaned as he put the phone in his pocket and John heard him.

“Do you really think I don’t know you’re texting your brother?” He sounded more annoyed than mad.

Sam pretended he hadn’t been lying to his father, “He’ll be back soon.”

John grabbed his jacket off the chair next to the door, “Well, I’m not gonna be here!” And he stormed out, making sure to slam the door behind him.

Sam pushed his laptop aside and let his face fall into his hands, “Sometimes I hate this family.”

Sam had fallen asleep in his clothes with his laptop next to him. He was so exhausted he didn’t hear the noises outside and only woke up when he heard the banging of someone falling through the window in his room.

Jumping out of bed, he immediately grabbed the gun from the table next to him and quickly raised it, smashing it against someone’s nose. It took him a moment to get his bearings and realize the person who had broken into the room, who he was holding a gun on, was his brother.

“Dean!” Sam lowered the gun. “What the hell, man?”

“I don’t have a key, and no one answered the door when I was knocking on it,” Dean smiled a very drunken smile, “So I improvised.”

“Improvised.” Sam walked over to the window and forced the frame back into place, “You’re lucky you didn’t break the glass.”

“It’s a shitty window, Sammy. If I didn’t break it, someone else would have.” Without taking off a stitch of clothing, not even his boots, Dean jumped on the bed and sat up with his legs crossed. “So, where’s the old man?”

“The old man? Dean, the old man is gonna kick your ass!”

Dean laughed.

“No, Dean, really. I don’t know why, but you not coming right back from that job really pissed him off. I thought he might have gone out looking for you.”

“Eh, fuck ‘em.”

Sam knew the only time Dean ever had any courage when it came to their father was when he was drunk. But that never lasted. And as soon as Dean sobered up, he spent all his time trying to apologize to his father. Sam wasn’t in the mood to go through all that again.

“Dean, listen, get in OUR bed, and go to sleep. Dad has the room key. He’ll come back, and he’ll forget about all of this.”

“Maybe I don’t want him to forget, Sammy? Ever think of that?”

Sam walked over to the bed and held out his hand to his brother.

“Maybe I want him to remember that I’m not his good little soldier?” Dean took Sam’s hand and let him pull him off the bed.

Dean crawled into the other bed and lay on his stomach, his feet hanging off the side. “Maybe when he gets back, I’ll tell him to go fuck himself?”

Sam pulled his brother’s boots off and dropped them to the floor. Then he gently pushed Dean’s legs under the covers, making sure he was fully on the bed.

“Maybe you can tell him to go fuck himself some other time, Dean?” Sam’s voice was soft, and Dean grunted into his pillow in response.

Sam sat on the chair next to the door, knowing he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until his father came home. So, he sat up, playing around on his laptop, waiting to hear the key in the door. Waiting to hear his father, who was also probably drunk, stumble into the room.

But Sam never heard any of that. Because that night, John Winchester didn’t come back.

FOUR YEARS LATER

Dean sat alone in a dark, smokey bar in Hermann, Missouri. He wasn’t smoking, but enough people around him were that his lungs felt like he’d had a pack of cigarettes. He was on this third double when he noticed the handsome stranger who was entirely out of his element in the dive they were currently in.

He had a mop of dark hair that looked like he had brushed it solely by running his fingers through it, and it looked like he was wearing a business suit, complete with tie and sensible shoes, but all that was overshadowed by the beige, rumpled overcoat he was wearing that seemed just a bit too large for him.

Chuckling to himself, Dean noted the looks the stranger was getting from the bar’s other patrons.

“Probably think he’s a cop,” he thought as he finished another drink.

It wasn’t until the waitress he motioned to for another drink stepped in front of the stranger that Dean realized the man was heading straight for his table.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sheila, the waitress trying desperately to get Dean’s attention, called over her shoulder to the stranger. She placed another bourbon in front of Dean and winked, “Let me know when you’re ready for another one, Sugar.”

“Don’t worry, Sheila, I will,” Dean winked back at her. She smiled and turned away, eyeing the stranger suspiciously as she left.

Dean had just raised the new glass to his lips when a hand came down on his and pushed it and the glass onto the table.

“What the fuck?” Dean yelled, and in front of him sat the stranger.

Pulling the glass toward him, the stranger, whose face was stony and showed no emotion whatsoever, flatly responded, “You’ve had enough.”

The stranger’s voice didn’t fit his look. John Winchester would have called the man before Dean a pussy solely based on his non-intimidating manner and style. But his voice was deep and gravelly, like he was much older and had lived much harder than his exterior indicated.

“Have I?” Dean’s eyes widened. “And who the fuck are you to decide that for me?”

“My name is Castiel. And I’ve been watching you. For quite a while, actually.”

“Well, Castiel, instead of being a creeper, you could have just BOUGHT me a drink,” Dean winked at him.

Castiel furrowed his brow and squinted confusedly at Dean. “I don’t understand. I’m trying to get you to STOP drinking.”

“You just told me you were stalking me, man. You mean you aren’t hitting on me?”

Castiel looked even more confused.

“You know, trying to get in my pants?”

Castiel leaned to the side and looked down at Dean’s pants. They were tight, faded jeans with more than a few holes. He sat up and looked into Dean’s eyes, “I don’t think your pants would fit me.”

Dean burst out laughing, quickly emptied his glass, and then slammed it onto the table. “I think I might like you, Castiel!”

“I like you too, Dean. That’s why I want to help you.”

“How the hell do you know my name?”

Castiel sighed, “I told you; I’ve been watching you. Watching over you.”

Dean drunkenly chuckled, “What, like some guardian angel?”

Nodding, Castiel’s face didn’t relay anything but seriousness, “Yes. Exactly that.”

“You’re my guardian angel?” Dean checked Castiel out more closely, “Sorry, man. My guardian angel would at least be wearing a leather jacket. And no way would he have a tie!”

Castiel self-consciously tugged at the tie around his neck, “This outfit wasn’t of my choosing. It belongs to my vessel.”

“Your vessel?” Dean motioned for Sheila, the waitress. “You’re a weird little guy, Castiel, but you’re also very cute. Okay, I’ll bite. Let’s get out of here.”

Shelia approached with another drink, and upon hearing Dean proposition Castiel, she rolled her eyes. “All the cute ones are gay,” she sighed as she walked away.

“I got a room a few blocks away,” Dean took a long sip of his drink. “Let me finish this, and we can take off.”

Castiel was finally catching on, “You mean to have intercourse? Like you’ve done with those other men…and women.”

Dean lifted the glass to his lips but didn’t drink. He slowly set the glass down, his eyes never leaving Castiel’s. “What do you know about who I have intercourse with?”

Castiel sighed again, this time much louder, “Dean, I’m trying to tell you. I’m an angel who has been tasked with watching over you. I’ve been doing so for years. And with how things have been going, I decided now was the time to come down and interact with you face to face.”

“Come down?” Dean laughed, “Like come down from Heaven?”

“Exactly,” Castiel nodded. “Now you understand. I’ve been watching your actions for many years, and at the rate you’re going, you won’t be able to assist us when we need you.”

“Us? Angels?” Dean started full-out laughing, “So angels are gonna need me, and you’re here to make sure I don’t self-destruct or something?” Dean finished off his drink, “Man, Castiel, you’re adorable.”

“And you’re, as I understand the word, drunk. Again.”

“See, if you were actually watching me, you’d know I was drunk STILL not again,” Dean continued laughing. He motioned again for the waitress, and Castiel lifted his hand as well.

“No,” Castiel snapped his fingers, and when Dean looked around, he was sitting on the bed of his motel room.

Too drunk to be startled, Dean stared at Castiel in awe, “How the fuck did you do that?”

Castiel, standing in the doorway between the room and the bathroom, looked incredibly annoyed, “Is it necessary for people to repeat everything they say to someone who is inebriated?”

Dean lay back on the bed and pulled himself up so he was sitting against the headboard, “Are you really an angel or am I just completely fucked up right now?”

“If fucked up means drunk, well, I AM an angel, and you ARE very drunk,” Castiel was, still, completely serious.

“Say I believe you, which I don’t; what would an angel want with me?”

Castiel walked to the bed and sat on the edge, his thigh touching Dean’s, “You’re going to stop the apocalypse.”

Dean laughed loudly and stopped when Castiel touched Dean’s leg. “You’re serious? The APOCALYPSE?”

“We have time still. It isn’t upon us yet. But yes, Dean, the apocalypse. You are the one who can stop it, and I’ve been charged with making sure you are up to the task when the time comes.”

“And how have you been doing that?”

“Poorly,” Castiel sighed. “I’m not supposed to directly interfere if I can help it, so I haven’t until now.”

“And what’s so special about now?”

“Dean, you aren’t well. You haven’t been well for a very long time, but the higher-ups told me it was more important that you…” Castiel stopped himself. He leaned in so his face was closer to Dean’s, “Dean, I know what you’ve been doing, what you’ve done. All of Heaven does. But it was decided that we wouldn’t interfere. That you could do what you wanted to as long as it somehow benefitted our cause.” Castiel looked distressed.

“Hunting monsters benefits your cause?” Dean was confused, “So my hunting skills will help me stop the apocalypse?” Dean shook his head, “Do you have any idea how batshit insane you sound right now?”

“It’s not just the monsters, Dean. We know about everything.”

“Yeah, well, I really don’t see how me getting my rocks off is gonna stop a goddamn apocalypse.”

Castiel moved up on the bed so they were sitting practically nose to nose, “Everything, Dean.”

Dean couldn’t help but stare into Castiel’s eyes and wonder what about him made Dean sit there and listen to him. Before he could respond, the man’s eyes turned a blue Dean had never seen in nature and began to glow. Castiel stood up, and behind him, seemingly on the motel wall, two enormous, black wings sprouted. Angel wings.

They disappeared as quickly as they appeared, but Dean saw them. And he knew Castiel wasn’t crazy. He was an angel.

“Everything?” Dean also now knew what Castiel was referencing.

Castiel nodded solemnly.

“And you figured it was okay for me to keep going because?”

“Because the skills you use to hunt monsters…and men will help you greatly in your largest, most important battle.”

“The apocalypse?”

“The apocalypse.”

Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed and got right up in Castiel’s face.

“So, you and everyone in Heaven decided you’d let a serial killer run rampant so he could do your dirty work when the time was right?”

“You’re the only one who knows you’re a serial killer, Dean,” Castiel was utterly unintimidated by the man who was obviously trying to intimidate him. “We thought it made sense to keep your secret.”

“Maybe that’s because I’m already doing your dirty work, huh?” Dean poked Castiel in the shoulder, and the angel didn’t move a muscle. “I only kill people who deserve it. People who wouldn’t get caught or who get let go.” Dean walked over to a duffle bag that was already unzipped, spilling out clothes on the floor, and pulled out a half-empty bottle of bourbon. He quickly gulped down a quarter of what was left and glared at Castiel again.

“What about Sammy?”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, my brother? What about him? Is he part of this apocalypse thing?”

“In a sense. But he’s not protected if that’s what you’re asking. Only you are.” Castiel shifted his weight and looked around the room uncomfortably.

“You seem nervous for an angel,” Dean mocked him. “Afraid I might use my skills on you, Castiel?”

For the first time since they’d met, Castiel actually smiled, “You can’t kill me, Dean. No matter how you try to do it.” Castiel stopped smiling, “I’m not afraid of you, Dean. I’m worried for you.”

“For what? My soul?” Dean scoffed.

“Maybe. But I’ve been watching you for a long time. From before your father disappeared. And I know the reason you kill has nothing to do with your sense of good versus evil. You aren’t killing those men because they’re bad. That’s just your excuse. And someday you won’t bother with that excuse, and your reach will affect more and more innocent people…”

“And you’ll just let me keep doing it,” Dean interrupted.

“If I were still in Heaven, yes. But now that I’m here. No, Dean. I don’t think I could allow that.”

“From before my dad disappearing, huh?”

Castiel nodded.

“So, then, you know the things he did to me?”

“I know.”

“And you didn’t stop them?”

“I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed, Dean,” Castiel weakly protested.

“You didn’t stop me either.”

Castiel shook his head silently.

“So, I guess that’s one point for you.”

“A soul craving revenge is, unfortunately, quite helpful to us.”

“No offense, Castiel, but angels kind of sound like dicks.”

“I can’t be offended by what I don’t understand,” Castiel’s face took on an innocence Dean hadn’t noticed since he first saw him at the bar, and for some reason, Dean suddenly felt almost sorry for him.

“You came all the way down here from Heaven to get me to quit drinking?”

“I came all the way down here from Heaven to get you to stop self-destructing.”

Dean finished the bottle, threw it back in the backpack, and walked up to Castiel, “Are you gonna make me stop everything else?”

“My orders are just to observe. I’m not supposed to even be down here.”

“But you are. You disobeyed an order to come down here?”

Castiel nodded, “I did.”

“So, what’s to stop you from disobeying another order?”

“I’m not going to make you stop hunting, Dean. Destroying those monsters is the work you were born to do. The world needs you here to do it.”

“And the others? You gonna stop that?”

“My orders are not to interfere.”

“So you keep saying. Fuck your orders; tell me what YOU think?”

“What I think doesn’t…”

Dean grabbed Castiel by the waist and kissed him. It was aggressive and passionate, and the angel’s instinct was to pull away, but instead, he let Dean continue, eventually returning the kiss just as aggressively and passionately.

Once he realized Castiel wasn’t fighting him, Dean pushed him away, laughing. He licked his lips slowly, enjoying the taste of the angel on his mouth. “You could have interfered with that, but you didn’t.”

Castiel couldn’t take his eyes off Dean. The feelings running through him were foreign. Angels didn’t experience things like passion and lust. But he couldn’t deny that his human form was very much reacting to Dean’s kiss. He put his hand on the front of his pants, slowly massaging the erection that was developing.

Dean laughed and grabbed Castiel’s hand, “Dude, it’s considered bad manners to touch yourself in front of other people.”

Castiel looked baffled, “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“What’s happening is I gave you a hard-on.” Still holding Castiel’s hand, Dean shrugged, “You’re human now, Castiel. Your body is gonna have human reactions.”

“I’m not human,” he protested.

Dean dropped Castiel’s hand and moved closer, placing his own hand on Castiel’s erection, “Tell that to your dick.”

Castiel looked down and watched Dean stroking him over his clothes, “We have much to discuss, Dean.”

Dean stared directly into Castiel’s eyes as he rubbed the angel faster, “I’m listening.”

“Dean…” Castiel could feel his heart beating faster as his erection grew, “I’m feeling uncomfortable…”

Without taking his eyes off Castiel, Dean unzipped his slacks and deftly pulled out the angel’s cock, “How you feeling now?”

Castiel surprised himself by moaning as Dean resumed stroking him, this time without his pants in the way of Dean’s fingers.

“That’s what I thought,” Dean smiled as he felt Castiel’s cock getting almost comically thicker in his hand.

“Dean,” Castiel panted, “Tonight…there was someone at the bar…”

Never letting go of his cock, Dean pushed Castiel up against the wall. He pressed himself to the angel’s side and whispered in his ear as he continued jerking him off, “Someone I was gonna kill.”

Castiel’s eyes were squeezed shut, and he bit his bottom lip as he nodded.

“And you showed up to stop me?” Dean picked up the pace, enjoying watching Castiel’s face reacting to his first hand job.

Castiel nodded again, “He was innocent. He didn’t do what you think he did.”

Dean’s grip on Castiel’s cock tightened, and Castiel moaned even more loudly.

“No,” the angel weakly protested.

“You’re an angel, Castiel. You can stop me if you want.” Dean slowed his pace, and Castiel was visibly disappointed. Dean chuckled, “But you don’t want me to stop, do you?” When Castiel didn’t respond, Dean slowed down even more, and the angel bucked his hips in a lame attempt to encourage Dean.

“Don’t stop,” Castiel finally moaned, and Dean went back to enthusiastically jerking off the angel who had suddenly turned to putty in Dean’s capable hands.

“I won’t stop, Castiel,” Dean promised. “Not now. Not this. But I’m not going to stop anything else either.”

Castiel nodded and moaned as he tried to hold himself up against the wall without collapsing into Dean’s arms.

“And if you’re sticking around,” Dean put his lips to Castiel’s ears, “You’re not gonna stop me either.”

Dean could feel the angel’s cock pulsing in his hand and studied his face as he came all over Dean’s fingers.

“Dean!” Castiel exclaimed as he came. He banged his head on the wall several times until Dean finished stroking him.

Stepping back, enjoying the look of complete submission on Castiel’s face as he slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, Dean smiled. “So,” Dean got on his knees next to Castiel, and while licking the angel’s cum off his fingers, he used his other hand to lift Castiel’s head so he was looking at the hunter, “What do we do now?”

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“I don’t understand what just happened” Castiel was still on the floor looking up at Dean.

Dean moved next to him and nuzzled into his neck, “You just had your first orgasm, Castiel.” Dean licked his ear and the angel shuddered. “I just made you come.”

Castiel was panting, “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“Wanna feel it again.”

Castiel slowly nodded, and Dean smiled.

“Some angel you are. One hand job and you’re mine.”

Castiel shyly looked away, “I was warned about you, by the other angels. They said you were corrupting me. That I should give you up to another, stronger angel.”

“Corrupting you,“ Dean chuckled “How can I corrupt you when we’ve never even met before tonight?“ Dean rubbed Castiel’s arm, “And you feel plenty strong to me.”

“I used to be,” Castiel looked ashamed, “I didn’t use to…care about anyone or anything but my work. My calling. Until…”

“Until you saw ME!” Dean laughed, “Is that why you came down here? Did you come down here because you care about me?”

Castiel turned and looked into Dean’s eyes “I came down because I wanted to meet you. I needed to meet you. I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not an angel nor human and I needed to meet you and find out what it is about you that affected me.”

“And?”

“And this was not in my plan.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were coming all over my hand,” Dean smiled.

“Was that intercourse?” Castiel was still breathless.

“You mean you’ve been watching me all this time and you still don’t know what intercourse is?” Dean was amused.

“I didn’t watch during those times. I gave you your privacy.”

“Well, how about I throw you on that bed and teach you about intercourse, Angel?”

“Dean, we can’t.” Castiel tried to stand, but his legs were too weak. It was another feeling he’d never experienced before.

“Well, you at least look like you need to rest,” Dean laughed.

“Angels don’t need rest,” determined, Castiel slowly forced himself to stand. Dean stood next to him.

“Now what?”

“Now I should leave.” Castiel slowly walked toward the door, and Dean stepped in front of him.

“I don’t think we’re done here.”

“The angels were right, Dean. You’re dangerous. Perfect for what we need you for…but I should stay away from you.”

Dean took Castiel’s hand, and before the angel realized what was happening, he had led them both to the bed.

As they sat next to each other, Dean boldly put his hand on Castiel’s pants and the angel flinched.

“Relax,” Dean laughed, “I’m just zipping you up.”

Castiel hadn’t realized his cock was still out.

“So, I’m some kind of savior, huh?”

“You will be…eventually.”

“Then it’s probably in your best interest to keep me happy, right?”

Castiel didn’t understand.

“I mean, God forbid I hurt myself, or, I don’t know, disappeared, right?”

“Technically, I AM supposed to protect you if necessary,” Castiel agreed.

“Then stay here…with me. Just for the night.” Dean stood up and undid his belt. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly took them off. He followed that by taking off his shirt and before Castiel realized it, Dean was standing in front of him completely naked.

The angel’s eyes went directly to Dean’s cock. “Do you want to have intercourse with me, Dean?”

Stroking his cock with one hand, Dean lifted Castiel’s chin with the other so they were staring into each other’s eyes, “Castiel, I wanna fuck you into next week.”

Castiel slowly stood up and as if almost in a trance he began to undress. Dean stroked himself faster with each piece of clothing Castiel shed. 

When he was finally nude, Castiel took a step closer to Dean and whispered, “I want you too, Dean.”

“Then what are we fucking waiting for?” Dean grabbed Castiel’s arm and twisted it behind him. He threw him face down on the bed and used his other hand to manipulate the angel’s body until he was on his knees, holding himself up with his one free hand.

Dean leaned in and bit Castiel’s earlobe, grunting, “You’re an angel. You can stop me any time you want, right?”

His eyes closed, Castiel bit his lip and nodded.

Dean wasted no time. Letting go of Castiel’s arm, he moved down his body, stopping when he got to the angel’s ass. He slid his tongue around Castiel’s never before used hole and, pushing against it felt himself get even harder at its tightness. Lapping at his ass, Dean wasn’t gentle as he pushed his tongue past the tight, puckered hole. Castiel’s moans and his enthusiastic pushing back against Dean were all the encouragement the hunter needed. Dripping his saliva on Castiel’s ass, Dean used his tongue to lubricate him the best he could.

After deciding that was all the lube Castiel was getting, Dean moved up his body and buried his face in the angel’s neck, “Are you gonna stop me?”

“No, Dean,” Castiel gasped, and without any warning, Dean began forcing his cock into his ass.

Dean went slowly, not because he was afraid of hurting Castiel but because he was so tight he wasn’t sure his cock would be able to fit inside him. Beneath Dean, Castiel grunted and moaned but never tried to fight off Dean, and at one point, he even spread his legs for him.

“That’s good, Cas,” Dean moaned as he grabbed Castiel’s hips and pulled him against his body, forcing his cock all the way into the angel’s impossibly tight ass.

Castiel screamed as Dean entered him, and for a moment, Dean paused. When Castiel didn’t say anything but continued to moan, Dean resumed fucking him. He continued slowly at first, his thrusts almost gentle while he opened up the angel, but as he and Castiel fell into a synchronized rhythm, Dean’s cock stabbed into Castiel as deeply as it could.

Dean’s hand slipped and brushed against Castiel’s rock-hard cock. Castiel moaned at the touch and began furiously bucking against Dean.

“Dean, please…”

As he fucked the angel, Dean grabbed his cock as well, jerking him off in perfect coordination with how hard he was fucking him.

Dean chuckled and moaned in Castiel’s ear, “You wanna come again, Cas?”

“Please, Dean. Yes!” Castiel began moaning and babbling incoherently, completely lost in the passions that Dean had awakened in him.

Dean wasn’t delicate. He fucked Castiel savagely, taunting him as he did. “Big bad angel, huh? You’re just a slave to my cock now!”

Castiel, completely lacking any ability to form a coherent sentence, just grunted and nodded.

Dean smiled as he continued fucking him. Castiel had been right. He had his eye on a guy at the bar before Castiel showed up. But not to kill him. He just wanted to get laid. Dean couldn’t imagine that fucking the rando townie would have been any better than what was happening right now.

“I’ll make you come, Cas,” Dean hissed into his ear, “And then I’m gonna blow my load so deep in you you’ll be coughing up my cum for days!”

Castiel was so far gone he only responded by moving his hips faster.

Dean grabbed Castiel’s hips and fucked him for all he was worth. His hand no longer stroking the angel’s cock, Castiel began to beg.

Castiel barely recognized his own voice, “Please, Dean, PLEASE touch me again!”

“Touch you?” Dean laughed through his ragged breathing. “Beg me to make to come, and I’ll touch you, Cas.”

“Dean, PLEASE, please make me come!” Castiel’s pleas were desperate, and Dean was ever increasingly turned on by his submission.

“PLEASE, Dean!”

Ignoring him, Dean continued railing Castiel until he felt his cock pulsating. He knew he’d be coming soon, and he knew what he wanted to do.

He pulled out of Castiel’s ass without warning, causing the angel to groan. Without missing a beat, he got off the bed and grabbed Castiel by his hair. When he opened his mouth in surprise, Dean forced his cock inside as deeply as he could. As Castiel gagged on the hardness forcing its way into his throat, Dean let out a loud, guttural scream and filled Castiel’s mouth and throat with his cum. Greedily, Castiel happily swallowed all of Dean’s offering.

Dean continued forcing himself into Castiel’s mouth as he finished coming. When he knew he was done, he slowly pulled his cock out, tracing Castiel’s mouth with it. He left a sheen of his cum on Castiel’s lips, giving them the look of having a thick layer of lip gloss on them.

Castiel was speechless and stared at Dean, waiting to see what would happen next.

Dean looked down and noticed Castiel’s still rock-hard cock.

“I guess I owe you that much,” his voice was hoarse. Dean pushed Castiel onto his back and lay on the bed beside him. He was covered in sweat, and Castiel moved closer to him and licked some of it off his chest as Dean grabbed his cock. He pushed Castiel away and began stroking him again.

Castiel lay on the bed unmoving, letting Dean again take control. It didn’t take long for him to come; he had been ready for a while, and when he did, he moaned and grabbed at Dean, who used his free hand to slap Castiel’s hands away.

“No,” he whispered as Castiel came all over his hand. Castiel was still in the throes of his orgasm when Dean got off the bed and silently walked into the bathroom.

Castiel heard water running but made no move to get up and see what Dean was doing. Dean came out of the bathroom, holding a towel and drying off his hands. When he was finished, he threw the towel at Castiel, hitting him in the face.

“Clean yourself up.”

Slowly, Castiel sat up in the bed and used the towel to clean off his cock.

“Your ass was bleeding too,” Dean’s voice held no emotion. “Might want to check that.”

Castiel closed his eyes for a moment. Opening them, he looked at Dean, “It’s fine.”

“Fine? Angel, I ripped you open.”

“I just healed myself,” Castiel said this as if it was the only logical response.

“You can do that, huh?” Dean sat on the bed next to Castiel.

Castiel nodded, “I can heal you too,” his voice was quiet. “If you get hurt, I mean.”

“Good to know.”

Castiel studied Dean, who seemed to be studying him. He looked different. Quiet. Almost sad. Not the arrogant, aggressive man who had just taken Castiel’s virginity.

“Are you all right, Dean?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking fine.”

Dean sighed, “Cas, I don’t want you to think…”

“Why do you keep calling me Cas?”

Annoyed by the interruption, Dean shrugged, “I don’t know. It just sounds better than Castiel. Castiel is a little too formal for someone whose ass I just tore into.”

Castiel pondered this.

“So now what? You gonna banish me to hell or something?”

Castiel shook his head, and a slight smile crossed his face, “No, Dean. I don’t get to do that. Besides, if anyone is going to hell right now, it’s probably me.”

“You’re supposed to stay a virgin, huh?”

“No, Dean. I wasn’t supposed to come down here. I wasn’t supposed to insert myself into your life until it was necessary. And I certainly wasn’t supposed to copulate with you.” Castiel sighed, “That’s the one that will get me in the biggest trouble.”

“Angels and humans can’t fuck?”

“It’s considered an abomination. And it gives humans an advantage angels don’t want them to have.”

This interested Dean, “Oh really? How’s that?”

Castiel knew he shouldn’t tell him, but he also knew he was almost powerless not to.

“The energy that surrounds sexual intercourse. It’s detrimental to an angel’s well-being.”

Dean laughed, “Yeah, it’s detrimental to the well-being of humans, too, Cas.”

“I’m serious, Dean. There is something dangerously spiritual…” Castiel shyly looked away, “It’s why I was so out of control. It’s why even now I can’t…”

“You can’t what?”

“Your penis, Dean.”

“My COCK, Cas.”

“I can’t look at it without wanting…”

Dean smiled, “Wanting what?”

Castiel looked back at Dean, “Without wanting you to use it on me again.”

Dean’s smile got wider.

“All I can think about is how I want you to give me another orgasm, Dean.”

“You want me to make you come, Cas.”

Defeated, Castiel nodded, “Yes, Dean. Over and over again.”

Dean looked over at Castiel and noticed the angel’s cock was hard again. “Man, you wasted no time on recovery.”

Castiel looked at his cock, “I don’t think angels have what you would call a refractory period.”

Dean’s eyes widened, “So you can stay hard as long as you want?”

“I think so. This is all new to me, Dean.”

“If you left right now, Cas, would you forget about me?”

“Maybe. But that is an irrelevant question, Dean. Because I don’t want to leave. I have no intention of leaving.”

“Okay, but if I’m getting what you’re saying, the more I fuck you, the more I make you come, the more you’re gonna want me to fuck you and make you come?”

“No, Dean. The more I’m going to need you to fuck me and make me come. It’s both physiological and psychological. I won’t be able to control it.” Castiel sighed, “And it’s already happening.”

Dean was enjoying the turn their conversation was taking, “So it’s like you’re addicted to me?”

“In a sense, yes.”

“And that’s why your angel buddies didn’t want you to come down here?”

“Yes,” Castiel was obviously embarrassed. “I used to be stronger, tougher, but over the years…”

“Ever since you started watching over me?”

Castiel nodded, “They sensed I was becoming weaker and more easily swayed to the side of emotion, especially empathy, for you.”

“You swallowing my load wasn’t empathy, man; that was pure lust,” Dean chuckled.

“I know,” Castiel whispered.

“So, what now? You stay here? My angelic fuck toy?”

“I want to help you, Dean. I can still help you. Protect you.”

“While we both get our rocks off.”

Castiel didn’t understand, so he didn’t respond.

“Fine. I’ll just have to figure out what the hell I’m gonna tell Sammy.”

“Your brother.”

“Yeah, my brother. I’m not sure what will freak him out more, me showing up with an angel or me showing up with a boyfriend.”

“Do you want me to leave, Dean?” It only just now occurred to Castiel that he hadn’t asked him.

Dean stood up and studied the angel, “No, Cas, I don’t. I’d be a fucking idiot to let a sure thing like you get away.”

“Then we’ll tell Sam the truth.”

“That you’re addicted to me making you come, and you’re basically my sex slave?”

Castiel sighed, “That I’m an angel of the Lord sent here to protect you.”

Dean considered this, “I guess we’ve had stranger things come into our lives. Sammy’ll have to deal with it.” Dean noticed that Castiel was staring at his cock again.

Smiling, Dean got back on the bed and pushed Castiel onto his back, “But first, I think someone needs another injection of Dean Winchester.”

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Castiel sat quietly next to Dean in the front seat of the Impala. It was his first time in a car, and he was fascinated by how the world flew by his window.

“You all right over there?” Dean poked Castiel’s shoulder. “You’re being awfully quiet.”

Castiel was staring out the window, trying to keep up with the passing trees, “It’s all so beautiful,” he whispered.

Dean shrugged, “It’s Missouri.”

Looking over at Dean, Castiel smiled, “I’ve only ever seen this all from so far away. Earth really is remarkable.”

“I wish I could see things the way you are, Cas,” Dean kept his eyes on the road. “I don’t find anything very remarkable about this place.”

“I could have teleported us back to wherever you’re going, Dean. We would have been there in an instant.”

“And then you would have missed all the beauty of the Midwest, Cas.”

“Where are we going, Dean?” Castiel watched the road ahead of him. “And do we need to get there so quickly?” Castiel couldn’t help but not the speed at which Dean was flying down the highway.

“We’re goin’ to Kansas, Cas. To meet up with my brother Sam.” Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly, “And, yeah, the faster we get there, the better.”

But they didn’t go straight to meet Sam. They took a detour and, that night, found themselves in another dive bar. Sitting at a table in the farthest corner of the place, Dean made his way through an entire bottle of bourbon while Castiel watched him worriedly.

“I thought we needed to meet up with your brother, Dean?”

Dean winked at Castiel, “I changed my mind. The sooner I see Sam, the sooner he starts asking questions.” 

Castiel looked at the watch on Dean’s wrist, “It IS getting late…”

Dean leaned over and, without warning, kissed the angel on the lips. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Cas.” Standing up, Dean looked around the bar, “I’m gonna go hit the head, and then we’ll take off, okay?”

Running his finger over his lips as if he could touch Dean’s kiss, Castiel nodded and watched Dean walk away. He had a fleeting thought that he should leave. Go back to heaven and tell the other angels they were right. Admit that Dean was dangerous and tell them they should assign another, stronger angel to be his guardian. But even as he thought about leaving, he felt his erection growing. Dean had already embedded himself in Castiel’s brain before they had ever met, but now, now that they had sex with each other, Castiel felt almost powerless to do anything but wait for Dean to tell him what to do.

He put his hand on his erection under the table so no one could see what he was doing. Slowly he stroked himself over his slacks, waiting for Dean to return. He felt his cock throbbing and realized he was on the verge of an orgasm. Pulling his hand away from his pants, he realized he had no idea how long Dean had been gone.

 A young waiter approached the table with another bottle of bourbon.

“Oh, I didn’t order that,” Castiel tried to act casual. 

“I know. Your boyfriend did. He asked me to bring it to the table and to tell you he’d be back in half an hour.” The waiter checked out Castiel and smiled at him before turning and leaving.

“Dean,” Castiel closed his eyes. Concentrating, he tried to locate Dean. When he had a picture in his mind of where Dean was, he grabbed the bottle of bourbon and teleported himself there.

It was a garage. The kind where you brought your car to be fixed, not the kind you left your car in when you went home. And Castiel didn’t realize it, but it was right across the street from the bar. 

It was dark, but not so dark that Castiel couldn’t see Dean’s shadow. He walked toward it and realized Dean had someone thrown over a workbench. It was a man, and he was face down, his arms bound behind him with some rope and his feet bound together with the same.

And there was one very obvious thing about this man that stood out to Castiel. He was completely naked. And in the moment that Castiel realized this, a feeling ran through his body that he had never experienced before. As he approached the bench and saw Dean standing behind the man, he guessed what the feeling was…jealousy.

“Dean, what are you doing?”

“Cas!” Dean laughed, “I guess I should have figured you’d show up.” Dean eyed the bottle of bourbon in the angel’s hand, “And you brought me a present!” Dean walked over to Castiel, who was relieved to see Dean’s pants were on and properly fastened.

Grabbing the bottle out of Castiel’s hand, Dean kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks, babe.”

Castiel touched his cheek as he glared at the man face down on the workbench, “Who’s that?”

Dean pulled a wallet out of his pocket and threw it to Castiel, who, to both of their surprise, caught it. “License says his name is Reuben Masterson, but that ain’t the name he gave the girl I saw him trying to drag out of the bar.”

“Fuck you, man, that was my niece!” The man was struggling on the bench, and Castiel realized Dean had him tied to it at his waist. 

“Dean, what are you going to do?”

“That ain’t what she told me, pal.” Dean ignored Castiel’s question and approached the man, “She said she met you online and that you sent her a fake ID so you could go to bars together.”

Dean pulled a knife from a sheath at his waist, “And she told me you were taking her to a motel.”

“She’s a lying bitch. My brother’s kid!” The man barked as he continued trying to free himself.

“Well, that lying bitch told me she’s only fourteen years old, Reuben. And she said you knew that.”

The man turned and looked directly at Dean, “Fuck you! You telling me you never went after some sweet young thing?”

“I’m telling you, the only time I ever tried to fuck a fourteen-year-old girl was when I was fourteen, you creepy fuck.” 

“Dean, why is he naked?”

Dean chuckled, “Not for any reason you’re thinking, Angel. I just wanted him…vulnerable.”

This relieved Castiel, “And where’s the girl?”

“I put her in a cab. She was scared, though, ‘cuz this piece of shit has her address.” Dean smiled at Castiel, “I told her not to worry about it. That he wouldn’t be bothering her again.”

“All you had to do was mind your own business!” The man was still fighting.

Dean was still looking at Castiel, “Kid was crying. Not one person even looked at them as he was dragging her away. Not fucking one.”

Castiel nodded but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to fight Dean on this one.

“So!’ Dean turned toward the man again, “That means I made that girl a promise. And I’m a lot of things, but I never break a promise, especially not to a little kid.”

The man noticed the knife in Dean’s hand for the first time, and he stopped struggling.

Dean handed the bottle back to Castiel, “Hold on to this. I wouldn’t wanna break it.”

“What are you going to do?” The man whispered, his eyes locked in on the knife in Dean’s hand.

“I’m gonna kill you,” Dean stated matter-of-factly and then laughed at the surprised look on the man’s face. “There’s no point beating around the bush, right? I’m going to fucking kill you. You’ll never touch another little girl again, and no one will ever fucking find you.”

“People saw you,” the man began to panic, “In the bar!”

“Yeah, the same people who ignored the cries of a little girl. I’m not really worried about them, pal.”

“Dean,” Castiel looked around, “This place. There could be cameras.”

Dean nodded, “There could be. I’ll worry about it after.”

“Listen…I have money!” Now the man was bargaining.

“Yeah, there was about a thousand dollars in cash in your wallet. Thanks for that.”

“No, I mean real money. If you let me go…I can give you hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

Dean pretended to think about this, and for a moment, Castiel wondered if he was going to take the man up on his offer. Suddenly, Castiel got an idea.

“Dean, I can make him disappear. You wouldn’t have to do anything…”

Taking his knife and, without warning, sticking it into the man’s side, Dean laughed over the man’s screams of pain, “What would the fun in that be, Cas?”

Castiel watched silently as Dean took his knife and began slicing haphazardly into the man. It didn’t take long for him to realize that Dean wanted the man to suffer. He wanted to torture him before he actually killed him.

Dean finally stopped slicing and observed his work. Dean nodded proudly; the man’s body was a mass of blood and slices. He grabbed the man’s face and forced open his mouth. Struggling, the man tried to pull away, but Dean was too strong for him. He leaned in, and to the man’s and Castiel’s surprise, he began kissing him.

Castiel felt the pangs of jealousy running through his body again until he heard the man screaming. Even with Dean’s mouth on his, his screams were so loud that Castiel was afraid someone outside would hear them. When Dean finally broke the kiss, he turned his head away and spat out a mouthful of blood. Castiel noticed blood pouring from the man’s mouth as well but didn’t put together what happened until he looked on the floor and saw what was obvious most of the man’s tongue lying there.

His heart racing, Castiel wasn’t sure what to do. He knew the right thing to do would be to stop it. Just make the man disappear. But he didn’t want to go against Dean.

“If we had more time, I’d cut off more pieces, man. But I’m worried that kid is gonna call the cops or something, so I think we should finish this up.”

Grabbing the man by his hair, Dean lifted his head with one hand and brought the knife across his throat with the other. It all happened so fast that the man didn’t have time to scream again, but Castiel could hear him gurgling his last breaths.

Dean used the knife to cut the rope that tied the man to the bench, and he flipped him onto his back. 

“One last thing,” Dean chuckled, and he took the knife and brought it down on the man’s penis. He didn’t cut it; he drove it in so hard that it went through and stuck into the workbench.

The man was barely alive but still had some fight in him, and he struggled against the knife, but all that did was move the knife around, causing it to tear through his penis.

“I should cut the fucking thing off, but…well,” Dean looked at his watch, “It’s probably time to go.”

Castiel stared at Dean. He was covered in the man’s blood. It was splattered on his face and his shirt. His mouth looked as if he had been wearing dark red lipstick and smeared it across his face. His hands were bloody too. Castiel could help but notice his erection was back, and he embarrassedly put his hand over it in a feeble attempt to hide it from Dean.

Dean nodded to Castiel’s hand, “We’ll take care of that later. Right now, I gotta get rid of this asshole.” Dean pulled his knife out of the man and then, as almost an afterthought, stabbed it into his stomach a few times, not stopping until he was sure the man had no life left in him. Then he took the knife and, without wiping it clean, stuck it back in its sheath.

Castiel knew that by not doing anything, he had made his decision to stay with Dean no matter what. He watched Dean cut the ties off the man’s hands and feet and decided that protecting Dean was the most important thing he could do. Without alerting Dean, he snapped his fingers, and the man was gone, and there was no trace anywhere in the garage that he had ever been there. No blood, no clothes, there was nothing left of him.

Dean stood dumbfounded over the empty workbench and slowly turned to Castiel, “That was you?”

“I thought it best to be as expeditious as possible.”

“And cameras?”

Castiel closed his eyes. Opening them, they glowed blue the way they did when he showed his wings to Dean. The entire garage vibrated with an energy Dean couldn’t define and returned to normal at the same time Castiel’s eyes did.

“I just erased all the cameras here, at the bar, and on this entire street.” Castiel’s voice was emotionless.

“You can do that?” Dean was impressed.

“I can do that.”

Dean approached Castiel. He was still a bloody mess. Somehow Castiel had overlooked cleaning him up. Although, based on the way Castiel was looking at him, Dean wasn’t so sure he overlooked it as much as he preferred Dean this way. He grabbed the angel by his waist and pulled him into a deep, violent kiss. Then he stepped away and smiled at the blood he had inadvertently smeared onto Castiel’s mouth.

“Thank you,” Dean reached out and grazed his knuckles across Castiel’s erection, “Now maybe we can do something about that?”

“Not here.”

Before Dean could respond, he found himself in the back seat of the Impala. Castiel was on his back, undressed, and Dean was on top of him, also naked. His face still covered in blood.

Dean pressed himself against Castiel and kissed him, “I guess you didn’t wanna wait, huh?”

Castiel licked Dean’s lips. He licked and sucked them until he had cleaned off the blood, “I didn’t see the point.”

Smiling, Dean used his tongue to trace Castiel’s lips, “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s gonna have to answer to heaven now, huh?”

A deep, angry voice came from the front seat, “You’ve got that right.”

Startled, Dean jumped into a sitting position while Castiel stayed on his back and put his arm across his eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” Dean demanded as he grabbed his jacket and covered his lap with it. Sitting in the passenger’s seat was a large, black man. He was bald and looked very angry.

“Castiel?” The man asked, without looking at Dean.

Castiel groaned as he sat up, “Dean, meet my brother Uriel.”

“Your brother?”

Nodding, Castiel started to get dressed, “My brother and I suppose you could say, my coworker.”

Uriel scoffed, “Coworker? Things have changed since you left Castiel. I’m what the humans would call your boss now. And I can’t even begin to tell you what kind of trouble you’re in.”

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 “Uriel, you shouldn’t be here.” Castiel was practically pouting.

They were in an all-night diner that Uriel transported them to. He sat across from Castiel and Dean, glaring at them.

“No, brother, YOU shouldn’t be here. I’m here to fix the dilemma you’ve gotten yourself into.” Uriel eyeballed Dean as he drank a cup of coffee. “I’m led to understand if you drink enough of that it will sober you up. Good.”

Dean looked into the cup and then smiled at Uriel. “This cup is half coffee and half bourbon. Sober isn’t in my future anytime soon.”

Uriel spotted the bottle of bourbon on the seat between Castiel and Dean and frowned. “Castiel, this is what I’m talking about. You're encouraging behavior that won’t benefit us at all.”

Castiel wiped his hand across his mouth. Uriel had cleaned both he and Dean up so there was no blood, but Castiel could still taste it on his lips.

“I’m sticking to the plan, Uriel. No involvement, just observation.”

“So, disappearing that monkey in the garage was just observing?” Uriel scoffed, “We discussed this in Heaven, Castiel. THIS monkey has too strong a hold on you mentally. I’m just glad I got here before it became untenable.”

“What would make it untenable?” Dean asked.

“I interrupted your coitus,” Uriel annoyedly explained. “As long as your hold on Castiel is only emotional, he can still be saved. He can be cured of you.”

Dean laughed, “Yeah, about that.”

Castiel looked down at his lap, and Uriel’s eyes widened.

“Brother, please tell me you did NOT…”

“Oh, he did,” Dean bragged. “He REALLY did!” Dean filled his cup with more bourbon and took a sip. “What of it?”

Uriel’s face was grim. He ignored Dean and stared at Castiel until the angel looked up. As their eyes locked, Uriel shook his head.

“You’re doomed, you know,” Uriel slammed his fist on the table. “DOOMED!”

“And you’re fucking melodramatic” Dean rolled his eyes. “So, he stays with me. There's plenty of angels in Heaven, right? Leave him alone.”

“Dean,” Castiel put his hand on Dean’s arm, “I told you that our having intercourse would…bind me to you.”

“You said you’d get addicted to me,” Dean smiled, and Castiel nodded.

“It’s an abomination,” Uriel interjected. “Angel laying down with man…when procreation is involved…”

Dean’s laughter interrupted Uriel, “Man, don’t you angels know about humans? Two men can’t procreate.”

Uriel was unamused, “It is you who doesn’t know about angels, monkey. Castiel isn’t a man; he’s an angel. We are…genderless.”

“Maybe YOU are, Uri, but Cas here has a dick,” Dean smiled, “I’ve seen it.”

“Castiel’s genitals are not his; they belong to his vessel.”

“You just called Cas a his,” Dean pointed out, and Uriel rolled his eyes.

“For YOUR benefit, not mine.”

“So, you’re saying I could knock him up?” Dean thought about this and playfully punched Castiel’s shoulder, “That could be fun.”

“NO!” Uriel roared. Thankfully, the diner was mostly empty so no one really noticed except the waitress, who looked terrified.

“Uriel, I won’t become pregnant,” Castiel reassured his brother. “And I’m not leaving Dean.”

“Castiel,” Uriel hissed through his teeth, “You know Nephilim is NOT the only reason this is forbidden. Men can’t have dominion over angels. It’s unnatural. It’s a crime against Heaven.”

“I love him,” Castiel said plainly.

Stunned, Dean grabbed Castiel’s chin, forcing the angel to look at him, “What did you just say?”

“I love you, Dean. Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to say it back. But I knew I was falling in love with you in Heaven when I was watching you, and now…” Castiel trailed off.

Dean gave Uriel a self-righteous smirk, “He LOVES me, Uri. What do you have to say about that?”

“He doesn’t love you. He’s consumed by you. And that’s why I’m here…to ensure you don’t absorb him completely.”

“I’m not leaving,” Castiel’s voice was a little louder.

“You don’t have a choice, Castiel,” Uriel reached across the table as if he were about to stroke Castiel’s cheek.

“No!” Castiel yelled as he brandished a silver blade Dean hadn’t seen before. With his left hand, he slammed Uriel’s arm to the table and then stuck the blade through his wrist, tethering him in his spot.

There was obvious pain on Uriel’s face but it was his eyes that caught Dean’s attention. Castiel had betrayed his brother, and his brother couldn’t believe it.

“Castiel…” was all Uriel got out before Castiel pulled the knife out of his wrist and stabbed it clean through his neck. He held it there, pressing down as hard as he could, and he never stopped staring into his brother’s eyes.

A bright white light shone through Uriel’s eyes as well as the wound in his neck, and he fell over and slumped onto the booth’s table.

Castiel pulled the blade out of him and tucked it away. Dean was stunned into silence but lifted Uriel’s head so he could see his face. The angel’s eyes were gone, and in their stead were two burned-out holes. He dropped Uriel’s head back on the table and turned to Castiel.

“What did you do, Cas?” He wasn’t upset; he was incredibly impressed. Smiling, he grabbed Castiel and kissed him. “That was fucking amazing! What the hell is that blade?”

“It kills angels,” Castiel was staring at Uriel. “Demons too.” Castiel looked around, “We need to leave.” He snapped his fingers, and Uriel disappeared.

“Where’d you send him?”

“Does it matter?”

Dean chuckled, “I guess not.” Dean looked over at where Uriel had just been sitting, “Holy shit, Cas, you smoked your own brother.”

The waitress, who Uriel had frightened, approached the table, “Your friend left?”

“He left,” Castiel’s voice was flat.

“Good.” She smiled at Dean, “How about some pie?”

“Ma’am, I would LOVE some pie!” Dean beamed.

They made it to Wamego, Kansas, by the next evening. Sam met them at a bar, this one much nicer than the bars Dean liked to frequent, and he was already halfway through a salad when Dean jumped into the chair across from him.

“Hey, little brother!” Dean was in a very good mood.

Sam rolled his eyes, “What the hell, Dean? Why weren’t you answering my calls?”

Smugly, Dean smiled, “I was a little busy.” He looked behind him and winked.

Castiel slowly approached the table. Dean had convinced him to leave his overcoat and suit jacket in the car, but he was still wearing his tie. Shyly, he sat next to Dean.

“Sammy, meet Cas,” Dean kissed Castiel on the cheek, “Castiel, this is my baby brother Sammy.”

Sam was unmoved, “You’ve been blowing me off for a booty call?”

Dean looked surprised.

“Dean, did you really think I didn’t know you liked guys too?” Sam was annoyed but offered his hand to Castiel anyway, “Nice to meet you. I hope you at least get cab fare out of him.”

“Sammy!” Dean scolded his brother, “Be nice! Cas is sticking around! Look! We even got matching tattoos!”

Dean stood up and lifted his shirt. On his left side were rows of writing that were unrecognizable to most people.

“Show him, Cas!” Dean demanded, and Castiel stood up and slowly lifted his shirt, showing Sam the identical tattoo on his torso.

Sam exploded as they both sat down, “Are you out of your mind, Dean? What the hell?”

Laughing, Dean looked around, “Who’s a guy gotta fuck to get a drink around here?”

A waiter approached the table as if he heard him, “Sir, would you and your friend like to order?”

“Bring me a bottle of bourbon,” Dean looked at Sam and then Castiel, “And ONE glass. And the biggest cheeseburger you guys make.”

“And your friend?”

Dean waved him off, “He’s good.”

Slightly confused, the waiter walked away.

“Dean,” Sam huffed, “What the hell is going on?”

“Sammy, you won’t believe me. Let’s just say Cas and I are soulmates.”

This made Castiel happy, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Soulmates,” Sam repeated. “You’re soulmates? Dean, does your soulmate know what you do for a living?”

“You’re both hunters,” Castiel’s voice was particularly gravelly from another night of scream-induced fucking. “You hunt and kill monsters.”

Sam raised his eyebrow, “You know about monsters?”

Castiel looked at Dean, who nodded his approval, “I know everything, Sam. I’m an angel of the Lord.”

When Sam didn’t respond, Castiel continued, “From Heaven. I’m here to watch over your brother and to make sure he’s healthy and prepared to fight off the apocalypse.”

“The apocalypse?” Sam put his hands on his head, and Castiel nodded.

“And you’re an ANGEL?”

Castiel nodded again.

Sam looked over at Dean, who was staring at Castiel, “Dean, have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“He’s an angel, Sammy. Live and in color.”

“You have lost your mind,” Sam sighed.

Dean nodded to Castiel, “Do the thing, Cas.”

“Here, Dean?”

“Well, maybe not the wings. How ‘bout just the eyes?”

Castiel’s eyes glowed blue and staring directly into them, Sam knew it was true.

“You’re an angel?”

Castiel nodded.

“And Dean’s going to stop the apocalypse?”

“If he lives that long,” Castiel wasn’t joking.

The waiter returned with Dean’s burger and placed it before him. He put an empty glass next to the plate and placed a bottle of bourbon in the middle of the table.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Sam nodded, “Yeah. Could you bring me my own glass? And we are DEFINITELY going to need another bottle of bourbon.”

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They were in yet another motel. Sam opted for his own room, so it was just Dean and Castiel. Dean sat up on the bed, eagerly awaiting to be joined by the angel. Castiel was undressing, and Dean couldn’t take his eyes off him. Dean unzipped his jeans and started to stroke himself when loud and angry banging at the door brought him out of his mood. “What?” he yelled as he zipped up, and Castiel quickly got redressed.

“Dean, it’s me. Open up!”

Dean nodded to Castiel, who unlocked and opened the door for Sam. He brushed by Castiel without acknowledging him and went straight over to Dean.

“We need to talk.”

“We talked at the bar, Sam.” Dean smiled, “YOU need to leave so Cas and I can have some grown-up time.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “I can believe this guy is an angel. What I can’t understand is why you’re going along with this whole apocalypse thing.”

“I’m not going along with anything, Sammy…”

“But he’s HERE. And you’re TATTOOED!” Sam threw his hands up in exasperation.

“The tattoos keep us hidden from the angels,” Castiel explained. “As a matter of fact…” Without finishing his sentence, Castiel put the palm of his hand on Sam’s torso and pressed down.

Sam doubled over in pain and groaned as he hit the floor.

“What the hell, Cas?” Dean jumped off the bed.

“Sam is hidden now, too,” Castiel was indifferent to the man writhing on the floor. “I could have done the same for you, I suppose. But the tattoos…” Castiel shrugged, “It seemed more human-like. And I want to be more human, Dean. For you.”

Sam struggled to stand up, but eventually, he did, “What the hell is going on here?”

“I’ve branded your ribs so the angels can’t track you,” Castiel replied to a very confused Sam. He looked back at Dean, “I hope that’s all right, Dean. It’s to protect you as well.”

“Good thinking, Cas.” Dean chuckled, “You see, Sammy, there are a few things we left out at the bar. Like, uh, Cas here is kind of addicted to me.” Dean beamed with pride.

“Addicted to you?” Sam asked, disbelieving. He looked over at Castiel, “I have so many questions. But I’m gonna let that one go for now. What I really want to know is why would an angel need to be hidden from other angels?”

Castiel looked at Dean, and Dean rolled his eyes, “Castiel kind of broke some rules by letting me fuck him.”

“Dean!” Sam closed his eyes.

“Come on, Sammy, we’re all adults here. Angels and humans aren’t supposed to get down with each other, and we have,” Dean winked at Castiel, “And the angels are pissed.”

“There’s also the issue of my killing my brother,” Castiel added.

“You did what now?” Sam sat on the edge of the bed.

“I was gonna leave that part out, Cas.”

“I killed my brother. He was going to bring me back to Heaven…and away from Dean.” Castiel looked over at Dean and shook his head, “I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You killed your own brother for Dean? This Dean?”

Castiel nodded, never taking his eyes off Dean, “And I’d do it again.”

“Which is why we have to hide from the angels.” Dean sat back on the bed. “Now get lost, Sam.”

Sam shook his head, “No. Not yet. What about the apocalypse?”

“The apocalypse is coming, Sam. But we haven’t had any signs yet and likely won’t for a while. But when they begin, Dean will need to be ready.”

“And you’re gonna help him get ready? A rogue angel who’s, what did you say, Dean, addicted to my brother?”

“Yes, I will help him be ready, Sam.”

“Okay, but I just need…”

Castiel interrupted Sam by pressing two fingers against his forehead, causing the hunter to fall over unconscious in a heap on the floor.

This time Dean didn’t react, and Castiel kicked Sam to the side as he sat next to Dean.

“Is he dead?”

Castiel shook his head, “Sleeping. He’ll be out until I wake him up.”

“Goddammit, Cas, you have some amazing fucking power.” Dean grabbed Castiel by the waist and kissed him. He pulled the angel on top of him and then slid his body up the bed so Castiel’s face was between Dean’s legs.

While Dean took off his shirt, he used his knee to get Castiel’s attention. Looking up at Dean, Castiel nodded.

“I know what you want, Dean.”

“Then get to it, Angel.”

Keeping his clothes on for the time being, Castiel unzipped Dean’s pants and quickly pulled them off him. Without another word, he quickly took Dean’s cock as deeply into his mouth as it could go, tilting his head to look into Dean’s eyes.

Dean used both his hands to grab Castiel’s head, entangling his fingers in the angel’s thick hair. He pulled at Castiel, guiding his mouth up and down his cock so he was sucking at the rhythm Dean wanted. Glancing over at his brother, unconscious on the floor, and then looking back at Castiel practically choking on his cock, Dean smiled. Castiel would take care of everything. Of that, Dean was absolutely certain.

Sam had ditched the car he had stolen and was riding shotgun in the Impala. Castiel sat in the back seat, staring at Dean in the rearview mirror but otherwise staying silent.

“He knocked me out, Dean!” Sam spoke as if Castiel wasn’t in the car.

“You were in the way, Sam,” Dean chuckled. He looked into the rearview mirror and winked at Castiel.

“In the way of what? You getting laid?”

“Yes, Sam, exactly that.”

“Dean, we have bigger…much bigger issues right now.” Sam lowered his voice in the hopes that Castiel wouldn’t hear him. “Have you considered that maybe this angel isn’t an angel at all? Maybe he’s a demon?”

“You saw those eyes, Sammy. Those aren’t demon eyes.”

“Maybe he’s tricking us? Dean, he killed an angel. And he’s having SEX with YOU. I don’t think that’s exactly angel-like behavior.”

“I AM an angel, Sam.” Castiel’s deep voice came from the back seat, “I used to be a very good, devoted angel. I was a warrior.” Castiel smiled slightly at the memory. “And then I was assigned your brother.”

“And you became addicted to him,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Because that’s believable.”

“Same thing would have happened if you fucked him, Sammy.”

Castiel shook his head emphatically, “No, it wouldn’t have, Dean. I felt a pull toward you even in Heaven. It isn’t just about our coital connection.”

“Well, no offense, Castiel, but this whole thing stinks, and Dean, I can’t believe you’re going along with this just to get laid.”

Dean slammed the brakes on the car, and all three lurched forward when the car abruptly stopped.

“What the hell, Dean?” Sam yelled at his brother.

“You don’t know a fucking thing, Sam,” Dean glared at his brother. “So just shut the fuck up.”

“I know some random guy shows up with his eyes glowing, and you immediately not only fuck him but bring him along for the ride because he claims to be an angel.”

“You saw his eyes, Sam. And what he did to you last night.”

“Like I said, Dean, who’s to say he isn’t a demon? Or a dangerous, rogue angel? Hell, we didn’t even know angels existed, and now you're fuck buddies with one?”

“If this apocalypse thing is real, Sam, and I think it is, I’m gonna need him don’t you think?”

Castiel looked out the back window, “Dean, we’re stopped in the middle of the road.”

“I know, Cas.”

“Dean, you have no idea what you’re doing, and it’s all because, why, because he’s a good lay?”

“Dean,” Castiel’s voice sounded concerned.

“In a second, Cas.” Dean set his jaw. His brother had obviously angered him even more, “You need to stop commenting on shit you know nothing about Sam. We’re still on the job, and now we have a fucking ANGEL to help us hunt. I’d say that’s a pretty good get.”

“Dean,” Castiel’s voice was commanding, and both Dean and Sam immediately turned to the back seat. “There was a car approaching us at a rapid speed.”

“Cas, there aren’t any cars behind us,” Dean pointed out.

“That’s because I got rid of it.” Castiel’s voice was emotionless.

“What do you mean you got rid of it?” Sam demanded.

As Sam asked the question, another car came up beside the passenger’s side of the Impala, honking it’s horn, and Castiel pointed to it. Dean and Sam watched it move past them. They heard Castiel snap his fingers and watched the car disappear in front of their eyes.

“What the hell?” Sam was breathless.

Dean was beaming again, “That was fucking cool, Cas.”

“I think we should get out of the middle of the road,” Castiel deadpanned.

“Dean, he just disappeared two cars. Innocent people,” Sam clapped his hands together loudly, “GONE.”

Dean looked back at Castiel, “Are they really gone, Cas?”

“I sent them to other roads.”

Sam swallowed and slowly let out a breath, “Dean, this is insane.”

Castiel reached over the seat and brought his fingers to Sam’s forehead. Before he could make contact, Dean pushed his hand away.

“Cas, you can’t knock out my brother every time he says something you don’t like.”

“I could send him away.”

Dean laughed, “Yeah, don’t do that, okay?” He looked at his brother, “What do I have to do to prove to you I’m fine? THIS is fine?”

“Dean, so far, he’s killed an angel and made two cars full of people disappear. This is not FINE.”

“My only concern is Dean’s safety,” Castiel stared at Sam, “And I’ll do anything to protect him.” Castiel leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Sam’s, “Anything.”

Dean turned the key in the ignition, “Who’s hungry? I think we should go get some burgers and beer! Sound good, Sammy?”

Sam watched as Castiel sat back in his seat, glaring at Sam the entire time.

“Yeah,” Sam coughed nervously, “That sounds good, Dean.” Sam turned away from Castiel and opened the glove compartment, “You must have some music in there that isn’t terrible.”

“Find me some Zeppelin, would ya, Sammy?” As Dean drove away, he looked in the rearview mirror. Castiel was still scowling at the back of Sam’s head. Dean waited until Castiel realized Dean was looking at him, and his eyes met Dean’s in the mirror. Dean winked at Castiel, and the angel nodded.

As they headed to the nearest diner, Dean couldn’t help but think about how useful Castiel was going to be to him.

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Sam and Castiel sat across from each other while Dean stood a few feet away studying the jukebox. Sam ate his meal silently while the angel glared at him the entire time. When Dean was finally happy with his selections, he joined them, sliding into the booth next to Castiel.

He picked up his beer and tilted it toward his brother, “How’s that salad doing ya, Sammy?”

“It’s fine,” Sam was obviously still nervous around Castiel.

After emptying the beer, Dean grabbed the burger before him and tore it into it, “I don’t know how you can come to a place called Dead Meat and order a salad, man.”

Stabbing at his salad, Sam grimaced, “I figured it was the lesser of all the evils here.”

At that moment, Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin screamed out of the speakers, filling the entire place with music. 

Dean nudged Castiel’s shoulder with his own, “Led Zep…”

Castiel nodded but stayed silent as he continued to stare down Sam.

Sam sighed, “Dean, I think I found us a job.”

“A job?” Dean smiled, “So you want to get back to work?”

“You aren’t going to listen to me otherwise, right?” Sam asked. “Maybe work will do us all some good.”

Castiel looked over at Dean, “I could assist with your work.”

Nodding, Dean ran his hand through the back of Castiel’s hair, “Yeah, you could.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean.”

“What, Sammy?” Dean groaned when Sam just stared at him, “Fine. Where’s this job?”

Sam picked up the newspaper on the bench next to him and threw it down on Dean’s plate, “Right here in town.”

Picking up the paper, Dean silently read the story buried on one of the back pages about a mom who went missing after dropping off her daughter at volleyball practice. He looked up at Sam and shrugged, “A missing soccer mom? Really?”

“She’s the fourth missing soccer mom in four months, Dean. And she went missing almost a month ago, and they haven’t found her body yet. And the other three they found in different wooded areas.” Sam took the paper from Dean and pointed to a paragraph in the story,  “And when they were found, they all were missing their hearts.”

“Werewolves,” Castiel said confidently, and Sam raised his eyebrow.

“What do you know about werewolves?”

“I’ve been watching Dean a long time. I’ve seen him kill a lot of monsters, Sam.”

Dean nodded, “I could go for ganking a few werewolves.”

“Good!” Sam put the paper beside him, “Then let’s finish up here and find a motel.” Sam looked at Castiel, “With two available rooms.”

Smiling, Dean elbowed Castiel, “He’s gonna let us sleep together.”

Castiel’s face remained emotionless.

“So, let’s get going,” Sam motioned for the waiter.

“Uh, why don’t you go find us a place, Sammy?” Dean threw his car keys at his brother. “Me and Cas are gonna hang out for a little while. Text me the address, and we’ll find our way there.”

Sam suspiciously raised his eyebrow, “Really, Dean?”

Dean looked at Castiel, “You aren’t ready to call it a night, are you, Cas?”

Castiel shook his head, “I don’t need rest.”

“Fine,” Annoyed, Sam stood up, “YOU’RE paying for dinner.” Without another word, he walked away.

Dean slid out of the booth and sat in the spot his brother had just vacated. Smiling at Castiel, he teased, “I thought he’d never leave.”

“Dean, if Sam is getting us our own room, why did you make him leave us alone here?”

The waiter approached, slightly annoyed, “Did you want your check?”

“No,” Dean shook his head, “I want another couple of beers. And keep ‘em coming.”

Sighing, the waiter nodded and walked away.

Dean turned back to Castiel excitedly, “I found someone, Cas. I knew I would in a place like this!”

“Someone?”

“While I was at the jukebox. I heard him talking on the phone about grabbing someone while he was here.” Dean looked past the jukebox to a man sitting alone, “He’s still here.”

Castiel warily looked over at the man and then back at Dean, “You’re saying he’s a bad person?”

“I’m saying he’s a really bad person, Cas. I know it. I can feel it.”

“And you’re going to kill him?” Castiel whispered.

“If I have to. I thought I’d start by interrogating him.” Dean leaned over the table, and Castiel did the same so they were almost nose to nose. “That’s where you come in,” Dean whispered.

They were in the basement of an abandoned building. Dean seemed to have a penchant for finding places like this. The man from the bar was unconscious, slumped in a metal folding chair that had been left behind. Castiel, having just tied his hands behind his back and his feet to the legs of the chair with rope Dean just so happened to find, stood behind the man while Dean stood in front of him brandishing a large knife.

“Do we have to wait for him to wake up, or can you just zap him like you did to knock him out?”

Without responding, Castiel reached around and touched the man’s forehead with two fingers, and the man jolted awake as if he had been shocked.

“What the fuck?” He yelled as he looked around, “Where the fuck am I?”

Dean held the man’s wallet, waving it as he smiled, “You’ve been a naughty boy, Tommy.”

“What?” Although disoriented, the man knew enough to struggle. “Who the fuck are you?” He barked as he tried to stand up.

Castiel put his hands on the man’s shoulder and slammed him down without saying anything.

“I’m retribution, motherfucker.” Dean’s eyes glowed with excitement.

The man looked over his shoulder at Castiel, pleading with his eyes. Castiel stared at him grimly.

“You’ve done some bad things, haven’t you, Tom? And you were planning on doing something bad back at the Dead Meat, right?”

Genuinely confused, the man wildly shook his head, “No. NO! I haven’t done anything! I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m a salesman. I was there to sell deep freezers!”

Castiel tilted his head and squinted at Dean, “What are deep freezers?”

“Freezers, man! To keep meat and other stuff cold without using your refrigerator! It holds more, and places like bars are my best customers!” Panicked, the man was speed-talking now.

“Freezers?” Dean raised his eyebrow, “You fucking expect me to believe that?”

“Yes!” 

Before the man could utter another word, Dean had shoved the knife in his hand clear through the man’s throat. He used so much force that the blade pushed out the back of his neck, and Castiel jumped back in surprise.

“Dean!” Castiel watched in stunned silence as Dean pulled the knife from the man’s neck. 

Dean squatted down on his haunches so he was face to face with the man gasping for his last breaths. 

“How’s that feel, Tommy-boy?”

The man’s eyes began to bulge, and he made quiet gurgling sounds as he slowly closed his eyes and died.

Dean collected some of the blood pouring from the man’s neck on his fingers, stood up, and showed his bloody hand to Castiel. “There’s something amazing about the color of fresh blood, isn’t there, Cas?”

“You killed him.”

“I told you I was gonna kill him, Cas.” Dean reached over and caressed the angel’s cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

“You said you were going to interrogate him first, Dean. And he said he was a salesman.”

Dean scoffed, “And you believed him?”

Castiel looked down at the dead man he helped Dean kill. “Yes,” he whispered.

Shrugging, Dean turned away, “So what if he was?”

Furrowing his brow, Castiel angrily said, “Then you killed an innocent man. WE killed an innocent man!”

Dean spun around to face the angel, “You weren’t worried about killing when it was Uriel! Or those people in the cars!”

“Those people in the cars didn’t die!” Castiel paused, thinking about this, “At least they weren’t supposed to.”

“You have no right to judge me, Cas.”

“You told me you only kill people who deserve it, Dean. This man didn’t deserve to die…did he?”

Dean held Castiel’s angry gaze for a few moments, and with his eyes practically boring a hole through the angel, he finally spoke in an angry whisper, “Probably not.”

“Yet you killed him. And with such…excitement.”

Dean strode over to Castiel, kicking the man over to get him out of the way. He grabbed him by his waist and kissed him hard. Castiel stood still, not responding, for as long as he could…which turned out not to be that long. 

Wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck, he desperately returned the kiss, moaning into Dean’s mouth.

Dean broke the kiss and laughed at the look of anguish on Castiel’s face, “You really are my bitch, aren’t you?”

“They warned me,” Castiel whispered.

“And Uriel tried to get you away from me,” Dean smiled, “And you killed him for it.”

“I should leave.”

“But you won’t.”

“I could destroy you. Right here where you stand, I could snap my fingers and…”

Dean shut him up with another kiss, “But you won’t.”

“Why did you kill this man?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“But why?” Castiel was desperate for a rational explanation.

Running his hand through his hair, Dean turned away, “Cas, I’ve been killing since I was a kid. My father started me young and,” Dean laughed almost sadly, “he made sure I got a taste for it.”

“But that was monsters. You were doing good…you were saving people.” Castiel looked down at the dead man, “You weren’t destroying innocents.”

Dean scoffed again, “Man if only that was true.” Dean’s phone began to vibrate, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Looks like Sammy found us a place. We should get going.”

“And him?” Castiel pointed to the dead body.

“Can’t you do something about him?”

Castiel nodded, bent down, and touched the man; as he did, the body disappeared.

“Man, Castiel, you’re a fucking godsend.”

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Castiel transported them to the motel, and Dean got their room key from Sam, who didn’t bother to ask any questions. Dean wasted no time stripping himself and the angel, and before Castiel knew what was happening, he was on the bed, on his hands and knees, getting his ass pounded by a wild and frenetic Dean.

He could still feel the dead man’s blood dry on his cheek, but the sensation Dean’s fucking was creating overshadowed any worry or remorse he had about what happened in the abandoned building.

What started out as a rough and violent act was becoming more comfortable for Castiel. He attributed it to the blood that he felt trickling out of him, a result of Dean not preparing him for the frenzied attack on his ass.

As the blood let him slide effortlessly inside Castiel, Dean began fucking the angel even harder, punctuating each thrust with a bestial grunt.

Whimpering beneath him, Castiel moved his hips to the rhythm Dean created, meeting Dean’s powerful thrusts.

His hands wrapped around Castiel’s waist; Dean closed his eyes and focused on nothing but his own pleasure. Had Sam walked in, he would have thought Dean was trying to fuck Castiel right through the bed.

Castiel had never felt anything like this in his entire life. He wasn’t used to being submissive. He was a feared and respected angel at one point in his career. Now he was rapturous having this human fully dominate him, and he didn’t want it to end.

But even in his feverish state, Dean couldn’t last forever, and Castiel was a bit disappointed when he felt Dean’s cock begin to throb. Before he could protest, Dean abruptly pulled out of his ass and flipped him onto his back. 

Staring into Castiel’s eyes, Dean grasped his cock and began wildly jerking it. Realizing what was about to happen, Castiel licked his lips and opened his mouth.

“No,” Dean gasped, and with his free hand, he squeezed Castiel’s mouth shut as he began to come. Dean painted the angel’s face until there wasn’t a spot that wasn’t covered in his cum. He smeared Castiel’s lips with the tip of his cock, covering them in a sticky, shiny layer of his offering. He smiled down at Castiel and then lay down next to him.

“I’m beat,” he said tiredly. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Silently Castiel lay there licking his lips, enjoying the thick, salty discharge on his tongue. Dean turned and watched as Castiel used his fingers to wipe the cum and then suck each finger clean.

“You really can’t get enough, huh?” Dean pulled a blanket over both of them.

When Castiel had cleaned off as much of his face as possible, he curled his body around Dean, and Dean somewhat reluctantly wrapped his arm around the angel, pulling him closer.

Closing his eyes, Castiel gently played with Dean’s chest hair as he listened for Dean to fall asleep.

But instead of sleeping, Dean sighed and began to speak, “Cas, why are you here?”

“Because I need to be here, Dean,” Castiel whispered.

“Because you’re addicted to me. That whole angel human stuff, right?”

Castiel paused before he spoke, “Dean, what are you really asking?”

“This is fun, Cas. You have one sweet ass. And I’m not gonna ever turn down my own personal fucktoy…” Dean trailed off.

Castiel sat up on his elbow and looked into Dean’s eyes, “But?”

“Forget it.” Dean turned his back on Castiel, lying on his side.

“Dean,” Castiel moved behind Dean and essentially spooned him. He wrapped his arms around Dean, and Dean let him. “I could leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Castiel smiled even though Dean couldn’t see him, or maybe because Dean couldn’t see him, “That’s not what I meant. I mean, I CAN leave if I want to.” He kissed Dean’s neck, “But I don’t.”

“You can leave?”

“Yes. It would be painful, physically and emotionally. It would be like someone ripping off one of my limbs. But if I really wanted to, I could.” Castiel hugged Dean tightly, “But I don’t want to.”

Dean turned over, and they were face to face, “Why not? You hate who I am. Why not rip the bandage off and be done with it?”

“You think I hate you? Dean, I love you. I adore you. I’ve never wanted to be with another being ever in my entire existence until I found you.” Castiel pulled Dean to his body, “I don’t hate you, Dean. Not at all.”

“You hate what I do. That’s the same thing.”

“No, it isn’t. Have you ever heard the saying, hate the sin, love the sinner?”

“You don’t love me, Cas. You think you do because of whatever hold I have on you.”

“That isn’t true,” Castiel moved his hand to Dean’s cock. He expected it to be soft, given the sex they just had, but it was hard once again. He slowly began stroking Dean as he spoke.

“I’m…compelled to be with you physically. If it were possible, I’d do nothing all day but service you. I want you, Dean, in my ass, in my mouth…everywhere, all the time.”  Castiel began stroking Dean faster, “But that isn’t love. I’ve been in love with you since before we actually met. I put myself in this position,” Castiel slid down Dean’s body and let his tongue gently glide over the head of Dean’s cock, “Because I’m in love with you.”

Dean watched as Castiel’s tongue teased his slit and moaned as the angel’s mouth engulfed his entire cock. He chuckled to himself, wondering if angels had gag reflexes because it felt like his cock had slid down the entirety of Castiel’s throat. After sucking on it that way for a few moments, Castiel came up for air, licking Dean’s cock and teasing the tip with his tongue.

“I knew I shouldn’t leave Heaven to meet you. I knew my feelings would overwhelm me and that this would happen.” Castiel took the head of Dean’s cock into his mouth and began sucking.

“And you still left Heaven,” Dean whispered.

With Dean’s cock stuffed in his mouth, Castiel mumbled something unintelligible, and Dean grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him off his cock.

Castiel looked up at Dean, his lips slick with saliva, “I still left Heaven.”

Tangling his fingers in Castiel’s hair, Dean forced him back down on his cock. He lifted Castiel’s face on and off his cock, taking control away from him and fucking the angel’s face at his own pace.

And Castiel let him. He wanted Dean to use him for whatever he wanted. As Dean’s cock slammed against the back of his throat, and Dean’s grip on his hair got so tight it was bringing tears to his eyes, Castiel realized that there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Dean… anything.

Dean didn’t last as long this time, and as he unloaded down Castiel’s throat, he moaned, “Fuck, Cas, I love you!”

His throat still full of Dean’s cock; Castiel tried to swallow his cum as fast as it was pouring into him. As Dean finished in his mouth, Castiel looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip. Castiel realized Dean didn’t mean what he had just said; it escaped his lips in a moment of sexual passion. But he didn’t care. HE loved Dean, and that was all that mattered. He’d protect Dean, and he’d help him do whatever Dean needed to do.

Dean released his grip on Castiel’s hair and unceremoniously pushed the angel off him, turning his back to Castiel and pulling the blanket up to his neck.

Castiel sat up on his knees, his mouth and chin once again covered in Dean’s cum. He sat quietly, licking his lips clean as he watched Dean begin to fall asleep.

“Stop fucking staring and get back into bed,” Dean grunted.

Castiel got under the blanket and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. 

Dean rolled onto his stomach and threw his arm across Castiel’s stomach, “Are you gonna sleep?” He mumbled into the pillow.

“No, Dean. I don’t need sleep.”

Dean grunted.

“But I’ll watch while you sleep.”

“Don’t watch me sleep,” Dean’s muffled voice sounded serious. “It’s creepy when you do that, Cas. Just…” Dean turned his face to look at the angel, “Just close your eyes and relax then, okay?”

Castiel nodded.

Dean studied his face and then suddenly leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips, “Thanks, Cas.” Dean turned his head away and started falling asleep. As he did, he moved his arm so that instead of it lying across Castiel, he hugged him closer to his body.

“Good night, Dean,” Castiel whispered.

Dean grunted something unintelligible that Castiel interpreted as goodnight. 

As he looked across the room, out the lone window, Castiel saw the sun coming up. He watched it and realized it was his first time seeing a sunrise. Involuntarily, he gasped at how stunning it was, and Dean turned his head and slowly opened his eyes, staring at the same window.

While Castiel basked in the beauty of the sunrise, Dean was unimpressed.

“Fuck me, Cas! It’s already morning?” Dean sat up, “It’s gonna be a long fucking day.”

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To Sam’s surprise, Dean and Castiel were waiting in the Impala for him bright and early. He took his place in the passenger’s seat and looked at Castiel in the back through the rearview mirror.

“Good morning, Castiel,” Sam offered.

“Good morning, Sam,” Castiel’s voice was flat.

Sam noted that like himself, Dean was wearing a suit, “So you’re ready to work, huh?”

“I figured we’d start at the police station and see what they have on these soccer moms.” Dean started the car and floored it out of the motel parking lot.

It was a small town, and the police station reflected that. By Sam’s count, only three officers were on the premises, and two had already fallen over themselves, flirting with Dean.

“Ma’am,” Sam stood between his brother and the police chief, who hadn’t taken her eyes off Dean since he walked in, “If we could get a look at your files on these missing women…”

The police chief interrupted, still gazing at Dean, “Everything is on our computer.” She pointed to the lone desk in the office.

Sam started toward the desk, and the Chief put her hand on his chest, “What do you think you’re doing, Agent Rogers?”

“I thought you’d show me the files?”

She looked over at Dean, “I’ll show him the files.” She smiled at Dean, “Agent Jones, would you mind following me?”

Dean winked at Sam and followed the Chief to her desk. The other officer, who had been flirting with Dean, glared jealously at them and then turned to Sam.

“Is there something else you need, Agent?” he asked, obviously annoyed.

“Uh…” Sam wasn’t sure what to say.

“Then let me show you out. You don’t mind waiting for your partner outside, do you?” He looked around, “We have kind of cramped quarters here.”

Sitting close to the Chief behind her desk, Dean waved off Sam, “Go ahead, Sam. Keep Cas company. I’ll be out in a few.”

Rolling his eyes, Sam let the officer lead him out of the building. He walked over to the Impala and was surprised to see Castiel was still sitting quietly in the back seat. Sam knocked on the window and then opened the door; Castiel looked up at him silently.

“Dean’s gonna be in there a while. Why don’t we go get a cup of coffee?” He nodded past the parking lot to a small diner across the street.

Castiel reluctantly exited the car, “If you think that’s wise.”

“I think we need to talk,” Sam deadpanned and walked away from the car.

Not wanting to cause suspicion, Castiel ordered a coffee along with Sam. His sat in front of him, getting cold while Sam kept motioning for the waitress to refill his cup.

“You wanted to talk?” Cas finally asked.

Sam nodded, “About my brother…and you.”

“I’m not certain there is anything to discuss, Sam. We told you everything.”

“Yeah, you’re an angel who not only is supposed to protect my brother but who’s fucking him because you’re addicted to him.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

Sam waved him off, “I don’t care. I mean, those motel walls are thin, and I didn’t love listening to the two of you all night long, but it wasn’t the first time I had to hear Dean and one of his pickups.”

“It isn’t…”

Sam raised his hand to stop Castiel from speaking, “I’ll say it again. I don’t care. What I care about is my brother. And you, Castiel, scare the shit out of me. I’m not buying this whole love slave thing, and I don’t even know if I buy this apocalypse scenario. Hell, I don’t even know if I believe you’re an angel.” Sam leaned across the table, “What I DO believe is that you’re bad for my brother. Maybe even dangerous.”

All the time Sam talked, Castiel focused on his hand holding the coffee cup. The more Sam spoke, the more focused Castiel became until Sam looked down and realized his hand was shaking uncontrollably and coffee was spilling all over the table.

“What the fu…”

Before Sam could finish his sentence, the cup shattered in his hand. Minuscule pieces of porcelain, along with the entire cup of coffee, covered the table, but miraculously, Sam was uninjured. With no burn, a drop of blood, or even a cut on his hand.

Sam jumped up from the shock as the waitress ran over. She cleaned up the mess almost instantaneously while profusely apologizing to Sam, “I’ll bring you another cup of coffee right away!”

Slowly Sam sat down as he glared at Castiel, “What the hell was that?”

Castiel sat still, unperturbed by the scene that had just unfolded, “You need to learn your place.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re only still sitting there because I’m allowing you to, Sam,” Castiel’s voice was cold, detached. “You need to learn your place and understand that my entire reason for being here is to protect Dean.”

“So you keep saying.” Sam nodded to the waitress as she placed another cup of coffee before him and then waited until she left to continue. “But all I’ve seen so far is you acting unhinged. How is that supposed to make me feel confident that you'll protect Dean?”

“It isn’t up to you to have confidence in me. That’s for Dean to decide.”

Sam sighed, “So I’m supposed to let you tag along with us for…how long? How long until you decide Dean doesn’t need to be protected?”

“Dean will need to be protected until the time comes when he leads the battle to thwart the apocalypse.”

“That’s specific,” Sam couldn’t mask the sarcasm in his voice.

Castiel’s face suddenly softened, and he smiled as he looked past Sam. Sam turned around and followed the angel’s gaze to see Dean at the diner's door.

Turning back to Castiel, Sam’s voice was full of genuine surprise, “You don’t actually care about him, do you?”

“I love him,” Castiel whispered, keeping his eyes locked on Dean. “I’ve loved him since before I met him.” Castiel forced himself to look at Sam, “And I will never hurt him. Which means I’ll never hurt you. And that’s all you need to be concerned with.”

Dean approached the table smiling. He gave Castiel a playful hip check as he slid into the booth next to him, “How are my two favorite men?”

“Technically, Dean, I’m not a man,” Castiel deadpanned.

Dean reached down and placed his hand between Castiel’s legs. As he rubbed the angel, he winked at him, “We can talk about that later.” He continued gently stroking Castiel as he spoke to his brother.

“This place is fucking Mayberry, Sam. Their files are nothing but what we read in the paper. They didn’t even have a forensics guy come out where they found bodies.” He shook his head, “We aren’t gonna get much help from them.”

Castiel adjusted how he was sitting so Dean had better access, and Sam closed his eyes.

“Do you have to do that here?”

Dean smiled again, “Can’t help it, Sammy. I’m feeling frisky.”

“Frisky? We just hit a dead end.”

“Yeah, but between the two over there who couldn’t keep their hands off me and this one last night," he jabbed his thumb at Castiel, "I’m feeling pretty good!” He looked over at Castiel and then back at Sam, holding a cup of coffee, “But I still could use about a gallon of that stuff.” He motioned for the waitress.

“Couldn’t keep their hands off of you?” Castiel was confused.

“Two of the officers over there, including the Chief were…interested in Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Interested?” Castiel still didn’t understand.

“Interested,” Sam sighed, “The same way you’re interested in Dean.”

The waitress placed a cup of coffee in front of Dean and blew him a kiss as she walked away.

Sam groaned, “And the same way the waitress is interested in Dean.”

Castiel squinted, and he set his jaw, “I don’t like all this interest in you, Dean.”

Dean removed his hand from Castiel and picked up his coffee, “No worries, Cas. I only have eyes for you.”

Sam scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

Under the table, Dean kicked his brother, “Shut up, Sam.”

Castiel pondered this, “Sam’s right, isn’t he? Before I left Heaven, you had many trysts, didn’t you?”

Dean tried not to smile and failed.

“So, what’s stopping you now?” Castiel questioned Dean.

“You, Cas. You’re stopping me. Hey, we had a moment last night, right?” Dean raised his eyebrow, “We had a few moments.”

Dean finished his coffee and stood up, “I gotta hit the head.” He looked around until he saw a sign for the men’s room. “I’ll be right back!” He took off before Castiel could get another word in.

Sam studied Castiel’s face and finally decided to break the silence, “Don’t feel too bad. Dean isn’t exactly big on monogamy. It isn’t you; it’s him.”

“Dean’s very complicated, isn’t he?”

Sam chuckled, “You know, I never thought so. But for the past couple of years, yeah, he actually has become complicated.”

Castiel sat silently in thought until Sam couldn’t take it any longer, “You’re not gonna do something crazy, are you, Castiel? I mean to Dean?”

“I told you I would never hurt him, Sam. I’m just…” Castiel looked confused, “I have this strange feeling in my body that I haven’t had before. I felt angry when you said those people were interested in Dean in the same way I am, but it also made me feel…” Castiel shook his head, “I’m not sure.”

“Jealous.”

Castiel raised his eyebrow, “Jealous?”

“Yeah, do you know what jealousy is?”

Nodding, Castiel looked down, “I do. Only I didn’t realize it felt so…bad.”

Sam chuckled, “You’re jealous because you’re worried that if other people are interested in Dean, he might be interested in them.”

Concerned, Castiel looked up at Sam, “What if he is?”

Sam shrugged, “There isn’t much you can do about it.” Sam thought about this, “Although you are an angel, right? I suppose if you wanted to, you could do something.”

While Castiel was reflecting on what Sam said, Dean began to approach the table, but their waitress stopped him. Castiel watched as the woman slipped a piece of paper into his pocket and quickly kissed his cheek. Dean had barely reached the table when an ear-piercing shriek was heard throughout the diner, followed by the crashing of plates.

The scream came from the waitress, who had grabbed her head and thrown herself to the ground. The crash came when the busboy, holding a tray of dishes, saw her go down and dropped his tray from the shock of seeing blood pouring out of her eyes.

Dean and Sam both ran over to help, but it was too late. A halo of blood surrounded the waitress's head, and it was obvious to the brothers that she was dead.

“Call 9-11!” Dean yelled as he kneeled down to try and administer the woman some help.

Sam stepped away from the commotion surrounding the woman and turned to look at Castiel, who had never left his place in the booth. The angel wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t have that stern look of seriousness that Sam recognized as his default. At first, Sam couldn’t place how he thought Castiel looked, but it didn’t take long for it to hit him. He was pleased. Castiel sat there watching people fruitlessly trying to save the waitress, and the only way Sam could describe him was that he looked pleased by the entire situation.

Catching Sam’s eye, Castiel nodded politely to him.

Sam's heart was racing. He looked down at his brother and then back to Castiel.

"Fuuuuuck," was all he managed to say.

Chapter Text

The trio stayed at the diner and watched the waitress’s body being taken away. The police chief also stuck around and sat with them in their booth.

“Poor Sandra,” the Chief lamented, “She was a good kid. Just graduated beauty school. She had a lot going for her.” She shook her head, “This is just awful.”

Sitting beside her, Sam put his hand on her shoulder, “I’m sorry, Chief.”

She nodded, “I’m glad you were here, at least; if someone was going to save her, it could have been the FBI.”

Neither Sam nor Dean thought it was the right moment to explain that even the FBI couldn’t have prevented what happened to the waitress.

“It makes no sense, does it? Young girl like that and what? Her brain explodes?” The Chief shook her head.

“It was probably an aneurysm,” Sam offered. “They often burst without any warning.” He looked over at Castiel, who was glaring at the Chief.

Dean took a swig of the beer that was sitting in front of him. Everyone at the diner who witnessed what happened had gone from breakfast and coffee mode to lunch and beer mode rather quickly.

“It sure is a shame,” Dean agreed.

No one but Dean noticed when the Chief’s foot moved across the floor and gently landed on top of his. And Dean tried not to betray the fact that he felt her kick off her shoe as she slowly moved her foot up his leg.

“We should probably get back to our investigation,” Dean suggested, looking directly at Sam.

“Do you have to go right now?” The Chief softly asked while her foot found its way between Dean’s legs.

If Dean was uncomfortable with the Chief’s actions, he didn’t show it. He took another sip of beer while the Chief deftly manipulated her foot so that neither Sam nor Castiel knew what she was doing. He felt himself begin to get hard, and while he was definitely enjoying the attention, he was brought back to reality by the angel sitting next to him, who leaned in and whispered sternly, “We should go, Dean.”

Dean put his hand between his legs and gently but firmly pushed the Chief’s foot back to the floor, “We really do need to get back to work,” he apologized to the Chief.

She slid her foot into her shoe and stood up, obviously disappointed, “Keep me in the loop, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Dean nodded.

“Thank you.” She turned to leave and then looked back at Dean, “I hope we get to debrief soon, Agent Jones.”

“I look forward to it, Chief,” Dean smiled.

As they drove away from the diner, the emotions swirling around the Impala were palpable. Castiel was obviously angry, Sam was nervous, and Dean was absolutely gleeful.

Dean tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the 80s pop song blaring from his radio.

Leaning over and turning the radio down so that it was barely audible, Sam questioned his brother.

“How can you be in this good of a mood?”

Dean shrugged, “What?”

“What?” Sam was disbelieving of his brother’s attitude, “Dean, a woman just died in front of you. Her brain fucking exploded out of her eyes. And you’re sitting here humming to Come On Eileen.”

“You said it was an aneurysm. It sucks, but it happens.”

“It wasn’t an aneurysm, Dean. It was Castiel. Your angel killed that poor waitress!”

Dean glanced into the rearview mirror at Castiel, whose expression was close to rage.

“Cas, what’s he talking about?”

“Your pocket,” Castiel returned flatly.

“My pocket?”

“She put a piece of paper in your pocket, and then she kissed you.”

Dean smiled at the memory, “Oh yeah.”

“Dean,” Sam was not amused.

“She was interested in you like Sam said.” Castiel paused, “I didn’t like that.”

“Cas, did you…?” Dean made a sound like an explosion and used his right hand to emphasize his brain exploding.

“Yes.” Castiel glared at Dean in the rearview.

Dean had to bite his lip to keep from smiling, but Sam noticed anyway.

“You’re ENJOYING this?”

“Sammy, I’ve never had someone like me enough to gank someone out of jealousy.”

“Dean, he KILLED that poor waitress.”

Dean playfully wagged his finger in the rearview so Castiel could see him, “Don’t do it again.”

Castiel turned his head so Dean couldn’t see his eyes.

“Cas? What else did you do?”

Sam’s phone rang before Castiel could respond.

“It’s the Police Chief,” he said as he answered it, “Agent Rogers.”

Sam’s face dropped while he listened, “We’ll be right there.”

Shoving the phone in his pocket, he silently stared straight ahead.

“So, what did the Chief want? We going back there?”

“No, Dean. We are not going back there. As a matter of fact…” Sam took his phone out and smashed it a few times against the dashboard until it shattered at his feet.

“Sammy, what the fuck? What’d the Chief say that pissed you off so much?”

“It wasn’t the Chief, Dean. It was one of the other officers. The Chief couldn’t call me because she’s dead.”

Simultaneously, Dean and Sam looked into the rearview mirror. Castiel looked back at both of them with smug satisfaction.

“Castiel,” Dean chuckled, “You devil.”

“Dean! This isn’t funny! We can forget working this case now! And how safe do you think it is riding with him?”

“Cas, stop killing people, okay?” Dean pretended to be stern.

“Okay,” Castiel didn’t sound convincing.

Sam wiped his face with his hands in exasperation, “What the hell is happening here?”

“Sammy, it isn’t a big deal.”

“DEAN! He killed two innocent people!”

“They weren’t so innocent,” Castiel softly offered. “You don’t know, Sam.”

Dean looked at his watch, “Listen, it’s only two o’clock, and it’s already been a long ass day. Since we aren’t going back there, we should haul ass out of this Podunk town and find a place to kick back.”

“No,” Sam quickly responded.

“No?” Dean was confused.

“NO!” Sam reached for the steering wheel, “Stop this car right now, Dean!”

After knocking away Sam’s hand, Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road, “What’s your problem, Sam?”

Sam laughed incredulously, “Dean, this…this…ANGEL just slaughtered two innocent people, and you’re acting like it’s just another boring day! You want to know what happened to the Chief?”

“I’m gonna guess no, Sammy.”

“She walked in front of an eighteen-wheeler. She got out of her car, stripped down to her underwear, and didn’t hesitate; she just stepped in front of the truck as it rolled down the highway.”

“Why the hell would she do that?” Dean asked more to himself than anyone else.

“Because I told her to,” Castiel responded matter-of-factly.

“Cas…” Dean began, but the angel interrupted.

“I know what she was doing with her foot at the diner, Dean. And I know how it made you feel.”

“Her foot?” Sam was again confused.

“Cas,” Dean nervously chuckled, “That wasn’t anything to get jealous over.”

“It’s done,” was Castiel’s response.

“He needs to go, Dean. This…” he waved his hand between Dean and Castiel, “Isn’t normal. This is really bad, Dean.”

Castiel leaned over so he was essentially situated between the brothers, “Sam, you understand that I could easily just…” he snapped his fingers.

“Cas, you aren’t gonna snap my brother into oblivion,” Dean’s voice was serious. He pointed to the angel, “Stay here. Me and Sammy need to talk.”

Castiel sat back while Sam and Dean exited the car and stood on the side of the road.

“Dean, angel or not, he’s dangerous, if not insane!”

Dean nodded, “He’s definitely a little bit off.” Dean smiled, “But, Sammy, I like him. I really like him. And he is an angel, you know. We can’t just boot an angel out of our lives.”

“Because of some apocalypse, he’s holding over you?”

“Oh, I don’t give a shit about an apocalypse. But look at him! That pasty, disheveled hottie is a freaking machine, Sam! He killed two people without even touching them. Hell, one of them without even being near them! That’s fucking power, Sammy, and we’d be assholes if we turned it away. He can help us, Sam. In so many ways.”

“You just want him to suck your dick,” Sam accused, and Dean smiled.

“He’s fucking amazing at that too, sure.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “You’re out of your fucking mind, Dean! You’re gonna let what he’s done slide just because he’s a good lay?”

“How different is he than us, really, Sam? Between the two of us, how many people have we killed?”

“Monsters, Dean. We kill monsters. It isn’t the same.”

“Bullshit. How many monsters have we killed just for existing? For not doing anything but living their lives? A lot, Sammy, a fucking lot.”

“Monsters are monsters.”

Dean scoffed, “God, you sound so much like Dad right now.” Dean shook his head, “I’m not sending him away.”

“Then you’re sending me away.”

“What?”

Sam grabbed his brother’s shoulders, “I don’t trust him. He scares me, Dean, and he should scare you too!”

“But he doesn’t.”

“Fine. Then you deal with him. I’m due for a break anyway.”

“A break?” Dean laughed derisively, “That’s perfect, Sam. You do that. You take a break again.”

“Again?”

“Christ, Sam, your entire career as a hunter has been full of breaks, hasn’t it? How old were you when you made your first kill?”

“Fifteen, why?”

“Know how old I was? I was fucking ten, Sam. Ten years old. And what did you do after that?”

Sam swallowed, “I hunted with Dad, just like you.”

“No, Sam, you didn’t. That might be how you remember it, but it isn’t what happened. Dad sheltered you, Sam. You stayed in the motel rooms while we went out and hunted. You got to sit in libraries and research all day while he used me as bait to lure fucking vamps. YOU got a brand-new fucking laptop while Dad tried out new hunting techniques on me.”

Dean lifted his shirt and revealed scars all over his torso, “This is what I got while you were studying the fucking lore.”

“Dean…”

“Don’t Dean me, Sam. It wasn’t until Dad took off that you really started hunting. And by that time, I had a dozen years on you.”

“Dean, I am sorry for, for everything Dad put you through; I really am. But none of that has anything to do with this.”

“It has everything to do with this, Sam. Cas over there,” he nodded to the car where the angel was staring out at them, “he fucking cares about me. Hell, he told me he LOVES me. He’s putting my needs in front of his own…in front of everyone’s. NO ONE has ever done that for me. Not you, not Dad, no one.”

“He doesn’t love you, Dean. You said it yourself; he’s obsessed with you. Addicted to you. That isn’t the same.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

“This is insane.”

“If you want to leave, Sammy, leave. I’m not gonna stop you. But you aren’t taking me away from him.” Dean’s face got deathly serious, “When Cas’ brother tried to take him away, Cas killed him.”

Sam’s mouth fell open in shock, “You’d kill me for him, Dean?”

Dean slowly shook his head, “You know I couldn’t kill you, Sammy. But I can’t speak for Castiel.”

“And you still want to stay with him? Knowing he could kill me?”

Dean’s face relaxed, “You should take that break, Sam.” He grasped his brother’s shoulder, “Let me work this out. Figure out what all of this means. It’s better this way.” Dean hugged his brother, “It’s safer for you,” he whispered.

Sam broke the hug and looked into his brother’s eyes, “Dean, I’m frightened for you.”

Dean smiled, “Hell, Sammy, I’m the last person you should be worried about. I have a guardian angel!”

Chapter Text

Castiel was sitting shotgun, peppering Dean with questions about Sam.

“I don’t understand hitchhiking.”

“Hitchhiking is walking a road and hoping someone gives you a ride, Cas.”

“But you were giving him a ride.

Dean sighed, “Cas, you scared him today. Hell, you scared him yesterday. We both decided it was best if he took off for a little while.”

“But where will he go?” The angel was still confused.

“He’ll find his way, Cas. Don’t worry about him.” Dean reached over and took Cas’ hand, “And I need you to do something for me, okay?”

Castiel squeezed Dean’s hand, “I’ll do anything for you, Dean.”

“Good,” Dean nodded, “Then leave Sam alone.”

“I don’t understand.”

“That thing you did with the waitress and then the Chief, don’t do that with Sam, okay?”

“I told Sam I wouldn’t hurt him.”

“You did?”

Castiel nodded, “I told him I’d never hurt you, and that meant I could never hurt him.”

Dean smiled, “Well, good. That’s one less thing I have to worry about.”

Looking down at his fingers intertwined with Dean’s, Castiel squeezed Dean’s hand again, “Are you mad at me?”

“MAD at you?” Dean chuckled, “Hell, no.”

“You aren’t upset about those women?”

Dean bit his lip, “I’m not upset, Cas. I can’t be a hypocrite, right?”

“A hypocrite?”

“You were upset at first about that salesman, weren’t you? But you still helped me out. And, if I recall, you didn’t hold it against me when we got back to the motel room.” Dean winked at the angel. “You aren’t holding it against me.”

“I knew who you were when I left Heaven, Dean.”

“And now I know who you are, Cas,” Dean lifted Castiel’s hand and kissed it. “So, we’re good, right?”

“And Sam?”

“Sam’s gonna go off on some hike or retreat, or I don’t know what the fuck, and he’ll be fine.” Dean looked over at Castiel, “As long as you don’t mess with him.”

“I won’t, Dean. I promise.”

“Good. Now that we have that settled let’s find a place to get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Dean, do you intend to…hunt tonight?”

“Will it bother you if I do?”

Still holding Dean’s hand, Castiel snuggled into his seat, making himself comfortable, “No, Dean, it won’t.”

“Good. Then we’ll see what the night brings.”

As they drove, Castiel passed the time by reading the distance signs. When he saw one for Lawrence, Kansas, he sat upright.

“Dean, are we going to Lawrence?”

“You don’t miss a trick, do you, Cas?”

“But why?” Castiel suddenly had a realization, “Dean, are you going to…”

Dean interrupted him, “Sammy wanting to bail was kind of a godsend, no pun intended, angel. He wouldn’t dream of coming back to Lawrence. Place gives him nightmares.”

“It was where your mother died when he was an infant.”

Dean nodded, “And now it’s where…” He looked over at Castiel, “Well, YOU know what’s waiting there, don’t you?”

Slowly, Castiel nodded, “Your father.”

“Yeah, Cas. My father.”

They drove for a while longer and then stopped at a steakhouse. It was a much nicer place than Dean usually frequented, but he felt like treating Castiel even though the angel kept insisting he wouldn’t be eating or drinking.

As Dean finished off another glass of whiskey, Castiel studied the hunter. While it was true that he fell in love with him before they ever met, Castiel couldn’t deny that each moment spent with Dean bound him more deeply. Watching him enjoying a steak and drinking much too much did nothing but endear the hunter even more to him. But as much as he was enjoying his time with Dean, especially with Sam away from them, he couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when Dean saw his father.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Dean?”

“It’s been a while since I visited the old man. Figured it was time.”

“Yes, but…” Castiel fumbled for the right words, “Are you certain you’re in the right frame of mind? You’ve been so…”

“Happy?” Dean offered.

Castiel nodded, “Yes, Dean. If you are able to be happy, that’s how you’ve seemed since I’ve been with you.”

“If I’m able to be happy? Jesus, Cas, don’t sugarcoat it. You don’t think I’m capable of being happy?”

Sighing, Castiel looked away, “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Sure it is,” Dean reached over and grabbed Castiel’s chin, forcing the angel to look at him, “That’s exactly what you meant.”

“You’re dark, Dean. Very dark.”

“Says the guy who gave a girl an aneurysm just because she hit on me!”

“That isn’t the same, Dean.” Castiel was close to pouting, and it amused Dean.

“Okay, what I do at night isn’t the same as you smiting two different women just because they had the hots for me.” Dean raised his eyebrow, “You know, Cas, what you did is actually worse than what I do.”

“You kill innocent people all the time, Dean,” Castiel protested.

“Yeah, but I have reasons. Hell, I have a lifetime of fucking trauma to excuse what I do. Your only excuse is your hard-on.”

Knowing Dean was right, Castiel instinctively put his hand between his legs, feeling the hardness already started taking form.

Dean chuckled, “If I threw you across this table right now, you’d let me fuck you in front of this entire restaurant, wouldn’t you?”

Castiel stayed silent, biting his lip as he stared at Dean and slowly began stroking himself over his pants.

“You need to keep that in check, just for now, Cas. They’ll throw us out of this place if you get too excited.”

“Why are we going to see your father?” Castiel demanded.

Dean shook his head, “I don’t know, Cas. I just need to see him okay. I need to know that he’s still…”

“Dead? He’s dead, Dean. You made certain of that four years ago.”

Nodding, Dean played with his food while he spoke, “Do you know what tomorrow is, Cas?”

“Thursday?”

Dean smiled as he looked up at Castiel, “Yeah, Thursday. It’s also my father’s birthday. He would have been fifty-five tomorrow. Except I made sure that he never even saw fifty-two.”

“Does Sam know what tomorrow is?”

Dean chuckled, “Sam’s the one who reminded me. He texted me after he bolted.”

“Texted you? But he destroyed his phone.”

“He destroyed Agent Rogers’ phone. Sammy always has a backup.”

“And he texted you to remind you of your father’s birthday?” Castiel didn’t understand.

“Sure, just another way to stick it to me. He’s blamed me for my father going missing this whole time. He went out looking for me the night he disappeared, and Sam’s never really gotten over it.”

“I don’t think I completely understand your family dynamic, Dean.”

Dean laughed out loud, “Get in line, Cas!” Dean emptied his glass, “I just need to see it, Cas. Where he’s buried…I just need to…” Dean trailed off, lost in his thoughts.

A server came over with another glass of whiskey for Dean and took Dean’s empty glass. Dean nodded his thanks and watched him walk away.

“Dean, maybe we should find a place to stay tonight. Maybe you shouldn’t…go out.” Castiel reached over and put his hand on top of Dean’s.

Dean pulled his hand out from under Castiel’s and grabbed the glass the server left. In one gulp, he finished the entire thing. “We’ll see, Cas.”

Chapter Text

Much to Castiel’s delight, Dean didn’t go out that night. They crashed in the Impala, with Dean demanding Castiel lay in the front seat with him. When they quickly determined that they didn’t fit so well on the bench seat together, Dean settled for Castiel sitting up in the back behind the driver’s seat and Dean on his back, resting his head on Castiel’s lap.

Castiel’s right arm lay across Dean’s chest, and his left hand found its way to the hunter’s hair, tangling his fingers in it and unconsciously massaging Dean’s head.

Dean let out a soft moan of pleasure before he remembered himself, “What are you doing?” he demanded.

“After we had intercourse the other night, you kept running your fingers through my hair,” Castiel explained, “It was very pleasing.”

Dean chuckled and decided to let Castiel have his way. While he played with Dean’s hair and rubbed his head with one hand, the other found its way into Dean’s button-down shirt and began stroking his chest.

“Cas, don’t be offended, but I’m fucking beat. You’re not getting any tonight.”

“Any of what?”

“Any of me.”

Castiel was confused, “Dean, I’m just trying to help you relax. I’ll stop if you want.” Castiel began to pull his hand out of Dean’s shirt, and Dean pushed it back down.

“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” he murmured. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“You need rest, Dean. You’re tense and exhausted.”

“Mmhmm,” Dean murmured as he closed his eyes.

They stayed that way in silence for almost half an hour before Castiel, cursed with not having to sleep, couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Is this what real relationships are like, Dean?”

Opening one eye, Dean looked up at Castiel, “What?”

“This quiet time. With one person holding the other. I’m enjoying it quite a lot.”

Dean closed his eye and smiled, “Me too, Cas.”

“So, is this a real relationship?”

“Cas, I have no idea, man. I’ve never actually been in a real relationship.”

“You told me you loved me the other night. After you ejaculated.” Castiel sighed, “I know you didn’t mean it, but it was nice all the same.”

“My father used to say that all the time. To the women he was fucking. Told them he loved them, and then they never saw him again.”

“You aren’t your father, Dean.”

“No, Cas, I’m worse than my father.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“That’s because you love me,” Dean teased.

“I do,” Castiel retorted defensively. “I love you, Dean.”

“So you keep saying.”

“I’ve decided it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t love me. I know how I feel.”

Sighing, Dean sat up and leaned into Castiel, pushing him against the door. “Oh yeah?”

Castiel nodded.

Dean studied Castiel's face. The angel was looking forward, purposely avoiding looking at Dean. He gently turned Castiel’s head so he was forced to look into Dean’s eyes.

“Why?”

Castiel was, as ever, confused, “Why?”

“I’m a monster, Cas. We both know it. Worse than most of the actual monsters me and Sammy hunt. You’re an angel from fucking Heaven, for fuck’s sake. How the hell could you love me?”

“You cried when you killed your father.”

Dean pulled away, sitting straight up, “What did you fucking say?”

“Well, not when you killed him, but when you burned him. I saw it. You killed him and hid his body, and then one night, when Sam thought you were out at a bar, you burned him. Gave him a hunter’s funeral.”

“You know about those?”

Castiel nodded again. “And while you watched him burn, you sobbed. I couldn’t believe it.” Castiel looked sad, “I knew what he had done to you all that time. What he turned you into. And I understood why you wanted him dead, Dean; I did. I still do. But that night, that night I worried you might actually kill yourself; you were so full of grief over your father.”

“Fuck you,” Dean moved over to the other side of the car.

“There’s so much more to you than anyone knows, Dean. But I know.” Castiel slid over so their knees banged against each other, “And I love you for all of it.”

Avoiding Castiel, Dean stared out the window into the darkness, “Shut up.”

“Okay, Dean,” Castiel agreed. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, “If that’s what you want.”

Dean turned to Castiel. Grabbing his face, he kissed him hard, violently. Castiel put his hands up to hold him, but Dean interpreted it as a defensive move and grabbed him by his shoulders, throwing him onto his back.

“Is this what you want, Cas? What you love?” Dean tore at Castiel’s shirt, ripping it open as the buttons flew around the car. Dean tugged Castiel’s pants off of him, tossing them into the front seat. He attacked the angel until the only stitch of clothing on him was the tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“What about this?” Dean began pulling at the tie until it was impossibly tight around Castiel’s neck.

Castiel took the abuse in stride, keeping eye contact with Dean the entire time. When the tie got so tight that he suddenly was having trouble breathing, Castiel gasped one word, “Dean…”

“This is who I am, Cas,” Dean hissed as he continued to choke him, “A drunk who gets off on hurting people.”

“No,” Castiel whispered.

“Yeah,” Dean answered, “Especially innocent people, Cas.” Dean chuckled, “Did you know that? Every so often, I gank some asshat who really deserves it. But mostly? Innocent schmucks with the bad luck to cross my path.”

Castiel’s eyes were watering from the abuse as he struggled to breathe.

“Still love me?”

Slowly, Castiel nodded.

Out of the blue, Dean slapped Castiel across the face and then used his grip on the tie to throw Castiel to the floor.

“You’re as fucked up as I am,” Dean grunted disgustedly.

Panting, Castiel clawed at the tie until he loosened it enough to pull it off him. He looked up at Dean, who was staring down at him and shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking angel, Cas. You’re supposed to be better than me.”

Castiel slowly returned to the seat and pulled his legs up under him, curling up next to Dean, “I’m not better than you, Dean. I never said I was.”

“You could snap your fingers and make me disappear,” Dean whispered.

Laying his head on Dean’s shoulder, Castiel wrapped his arms around him in a hug, “I don’t want to make you disappear.”

“I almost killed you just now. I was gonna.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“You don’t know.”

Castiel chuckled, “Dean, you couldn’t kill me even if you wanted to. You could hurt me but not kill me.”

“Lucky for you, I guess,” Dean let Castiel hold him but wouldn’t look at him.

“Why do you like hurting innocent people, Dean?”

Slowly Dean turned to face Castiel, “Because fuck them, that’s why! I’ve spent my entire life protecting them from shit they don’t even know exists. They get to live these sheltered, happy fucking lives while I’ve known since I was fucking FOUR that the monsters under the bed, in the closets…are fucking real!” Dean put his arm around Castiel and lay back on the seat as the angel snuggled into him.

“Why should they get off so easy?” Dean squeezed Castiel, “I watched my mother burn. I suffered my father’s nervous fucking breakdown. I had to protect Sammy and the rest of the Goddamn world while not one fucking person protected me, Cas!” Dean closed his eyes, “I want them all to die!”

While Dean had been talking, Castiel slid his hand inside Dean’s jeans and had taken out his cock, “I’ll protect you, Dean. That’s all I want to do is protect you.”

Dean kept his eyes closed, moaning as Castiel took his cock in his mouth, “I know, Cas. It’s just too late.”

Opening his eyes, Dean watched as the angel’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. With a half-smile, he put one hand in Castiel’s hair and began controlling the rhythm of his blowjob. “Still, I’m glad you’re here.”

Castiel moaned around the hardness in his mouth, and Dean closed his eyes again, “I just wish it mattered.”

Looking up at Dean, Castiel let his cock slide out of his mouth, “It matters, Dean. All of it matters. You, me, we matter.”

Dean shook his head as he forced Castiel back on his cock, “It doesn’t, Cas. But who fucking cares? In a minute, I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you bloody, and tomorrow I’ll find someone to slice up, and eventually, it’s all gonna fucking catch up with us, and who fucking cares?”

Castiel tried to lift his head to speak again, but Dean held him down. He could feel the angel struggling to take his entire length, and it made him feel powerful to have such control over a heavenly being.

“On second thought, why don’t you just stay right there, Cas? You said yourself you don’t have to sleep. You stay down there sucking my cock until I tell you to stop.” He chuckled, “You better just hope I say something before I fall asleep.”

Dean used both hands to force his cock deeper into Castiel’s mouth. He kept up the violent pace despite Castiel’s body trying to protest. Watching the angel struggling brought a smile to his face, and he wondered if his father had ever felt as powerful as he did at this moment.

Feeling the heat of the morning sun on his face, Dean slowly woke up and chuckled as he realized Castiel was still sucking him off. As far as Dean could remember, he’d come down his throat twice before falling asleep, and apparently, the angel followed orders and kept sucking. Feeling another orgasm building, Dean grabbed the back of Castiel’s hair and pulled him off his cock. As he did, Dean came, and he used his free hand to grab his cock and aim it directly at Castiel’s face. He covered the angel’s face with his cum, and Castiel sat on his haunches and silently accepted Dean’s offering.

When he finished, Dean wiped his cock across Castiel’s face and then tucked it back into his pants.

“You need to clean up, Cas. You’re a fucking mess.”

As Castiel licked his lips, Dean handed him the torn shirt remnants, “Just use this.”

Dean flipped himself over to the front seat and turned the ignition key, “There’s a bag on the floor. You were probably kneeling on it all night. Some of my clean clothes. Throw something on and get back up here.” Dean stared straight ahead as he pulled onto the road, “We aren’t that far away from my father.”

Castiel quietly cleaned his face and then put on one of Dean’s t-shirts and a pair of jeans. He copied Dean’s flip over to the front seat and sat barefooted in the passenger’s seat.

“You ready to smite me yet?” Dean asked without looking at him.

“Was that the point of last night, Dean? To get me to destroy you?”

Annoyed, Dean shook his head, “Some fucking angel you are, Cas. Is there anything you wouldn’t let me do to you?”

“My entire purpose is to be here for you, Dean. However you need me.”

Dean gripped the steering wheel tight enough to turn all his knuckles white, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally whispered.

“Then why do you?”

Dean scoffed, “Because it feels so fucking good, Cas.” He looked over at the angel, “It feels great knowing what kind of hold I have over you.” Dean slowly pushed the gas pedal as far as it could go, and the Impala flew down the road, “And that’s the guy you’re fucking in love with.”

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Dean drove down a dirt road and kept going until there was no more road to drive on. Without a word, he turned off the ignition, got out of the car, and slammed the door behind him. He only took a few steps into the wooded area when he realized Castiel wasn’t with him. He turned back to the car and saw the angel still sitting in the passenger’s seat, staring out at him.

Shrugging, Dean pointed into the woods, and like magic, Castiel was standing in front of him.

Startled, Dean mumbled, “I keep forgetting you can do that.”

“You buried your father in the woods?” Castiel asked as Dean led the way.

“I didn’t want to bring him with me, but I wanted a place where I could go see him. Well, his ashes anyway.”

Castiel nodded but didn’t respond.

There was no clearing. Dean had to keep pushing back branches hanging down from the old trees, and Castiel stumbled more than once on roots growing out of the ground.

“We’re almost there, Cas.”

Castiel thought Dean sounded almost sad.

“There he is,” Dean nodded to a Cottonwood tree that looked like it was very old. As they approached, Castiel noticed that the initials JW were carved into its trunk.     

At the base of the tree was a patch of overgrown grass that Castiel observed was about as long and wide as Dean.

Dean sat on the grass and looked up at Castiel, “I spent a lot of time here in the beginning. Dug this up and planted some grass so I didn’t have to sit my ass on rocks and sticks.”

Castiel sat next to Dean, “It looks like you’ve slept here.”

Dean nodded, “Sometimes.”

Dean closed his eyes, “I know it’s fucked up, but sometimes I like to come here and meditate.”

“YOU meditate?”

“Okay, focus, how’s that? Center myself, you know? To remember who I am.”

“I can see that.

They sat there for a few minutes until Dean opened his eyes and smiled at Castiel, “He would HATE you,” he laughed. “Holy cow, would he hate you.”

Castiel didn’t see the humor in what Dean said, “Why would he hate me?”

“For starters, he wasn’t really big on the God stuff, you know? Heaven, angels, all of that just got him really angry. But mostly, it’s because of the whole fucking his son thing.”                                                 

Furrowing his brow, Castiel tilted his head in confusion, “It would bother him that I love you?”

“Well, yeah,” Dean chuckled, “But it would bother him more that you suck my dick.”

“I don’t understand humans at all. So uneasy about sexual intercourse. It makes no sense to me.”

“Heaven isn’t uneasy about sex?”

“There is no sex in Heaven, Dean,” Castiel moved closer to him. “Intimacy between angels is cerebral. And even then, it isn’t dictated by emotion.”

“So, if no emotions are involved in Heaven, how did you know you were in love with me?”

“That’s just it, Dean. I didn’t know how I knew; I just did. That’s what compelled me to leave. I wanted to figure it out.”

Dean squinted at Castiel, “And did you?”

Castiel shook his head, “No. I just know that I do, Dean. I do love you. Despite...” Castiel looked around, “Everything.”   

“Jesus, Cas. I should just take you and the car and get the fuck away from this life. No more hunting, no more death, just a regular apple pie fucking life.” Dean looked at Castiel, “But that would fuck with the apocalypse, wouldn’t it?”

“We’re warded from the angels, Dean. At least for now. I’m not thinking about the apocalypse.”

Dean sighed, “I’ve corrupted a fucking angel.”

Castiel sadly smiled, “I had a little to do with it, Dean.”

“I’m just talking out of my ass here,” Dean sighed again, “I could never stop. I’m so fucking angry, Cas, all the fucking time. And when I kill someone…that goes away.” Dean paused, “For a few hours anyway.”

Castiel was uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking, “Why are we here, Dean? Is this supposed to solve something?”

Dean shook his head, “Sometimes I just need a reminder that this is where he is.” Dean stood up. Let’s just fucking go.”

Confused, Castiel followed Dean’s lead and stood, “Dean, we came all this way to…leave?”

Dean looked at the tree and then at Castiel. A darkness overcame his face, as did a small smile, and Castiel stepped back, concerned.

“Dean?”

“No, we aren’t leaving yet, Cas.” Dean didn’t allow the angel to respond. He grabbed him by his shoulders and slammed him, face first, into the tree. With one hand pressing on his back, Dean used his other hand to pull Castiel’s pants down to his ankles. He bent Castiel at his waist and kicked his legs as far apart as they would go, his pants restricting how wide his stance was.

“Dean…” Castiel began again and stopped. He was holding himself up with his hands pressed against the tree, and Dean was using his left hand to hold him at his waist. He closed his eyes when he heard Dean’s belt unbuckle and the unmistakable sound of Dean’s pants being unzipped. Without any other warning, Dean forced his cock as deeply into Castiel’s ass as his position would permit.

Now able to grip Castiel with both hands, Dean fucked the angel angrily. Castiel desperately clutched at the tree, the scaly ridges of the bark causing his fingertips to bleed. Bent over as he was, and with Dean’s thrusts so violent and rapid, Castiel began to get light-headed and it occurred to him that maybe Dean was right and he was becoming human.

“Dean,” Castiel futilely began to protest, and Dean responded by fucking him even harder. Castiel’s ass was getting used to being fucked without much, if any, lubricant, but he was still always surprised at how much it hurt. Pain wasn’t something angels were used to, and it was another reminder of the vast differences between angels and humans.

When Castiel felt blood trickling down his backside, he knew he was past any opportunity to rationalize with the hunter.

Dean was silent, except for the occasional grunt, and he watched Castiel’s body shake more vigorously with each powerful thrust. Assuming correctly that Castiel had steadied himself well enough against the tree, Dean took one hand off his waist and brought it around to the angel’s cock. He wasn’t surprised to discover Castiel had an erection, and he smiled as he grabbed Castiel’s cock and began tugging at it as viciously as he was fucking his ass.

“I want us both to come, Cas. I want us both to come all over my father’s grave,” Dean panted.

Dean fucked and stroked Castiel that way for another ten minutes until he felt his cock throbbing and knew what he wanted to do. He abruptly pulled out of Castiel and pushed the angel down, slamming his head and back against the tree.

“Grab your cock,” Dean ordered, and Castiel immediately began jerking himself off while Dean stood over him doing the same.

Usually, Dean came with a dominant roar, but today was very different. He was almost silent, save for a few angry grunts, as he stroked himself and came all over Castiel, covering the angel’s face and shirt with his load. Castiel parted his lips, and Dean jerked his last bit of cum directly into his mouth. As he swallowed Dean’s cum, Castiel’s orgasm hit, and he came all over himself, moaning as he continued jerking off.

Dean stood over him and watched emotionlessly, and when the angel was finished, and he was a cum-covered heap gasping and panting on the ground, Dean turned away.

Feeling Dean’s cum on his face and looking down at the mess that had been made of his clothes, Castiel felt another emotion he wasn’t all that familiar with…shame. Slowly, he pulled up his pants while still sitting on the ground.

Dean turned back to him and walked closer to the tree, standing directly before Castiel. His pants were up, but his cock was still out, and instinctively Castiel leaned over and took it in his mouth. He could taste Dean’s cum and his own blood as he licked and sucked it until it was completely clean. He reached out and took Dean’s cock in his hand and started to put it back in his pants, but Dean pulled away.

“No,” Dean whispered, “I’m not done.”  Dean took hold of his cock and aimed it at the spot on the ground directly next to Castiel and began pissing.

Castiel watched in silent fascination as Dean emptied his bladder all over what was essentially his father’s grave.

When he was finished, Dean zipped himself up and nodded to Castiel, who was still on the ground, “Clean yourself up, for fuck’s sake.”

Looking up at Dean, Castiel licked his lips.

“No, Cas. Do your thing. Snap your fingers. Whatever the fuck you do. Clean yourself up so we can get the fuck out of here.” Dean turned and began walking toward the car.

Castiel followed behind, having only needed a nanosecond to return to where he was before Dean fucked him. Dean already had the car in drive when Castiel quietly slid into the passenger’s seat.

Dean took off just as Castiel closed the door, and the speed forced Castiel’s body to slam up against Dean’s. Dean’s right hand reached over and pressed into Castiel’s thigh as they turned onto the main road.

“Stay there,” he grunted at the angel.

Castiel moved closer to Dean so they were shoulder to shoulder, and Dean increased the pressure on the angel’s thigh. Though in pain, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s right arm and leaned in as Dean hit the gas, and the Impala roared down the highway.

“Just stay there,” Dean whispered as he set his jaw and stared at the road ahead.

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Castiel watched as Dean methodically carved into the body before him. The man had long since died, although Dean had taken his time killing him, and now he was just playing with him.

They were in the living room of a farmhouse that belonged to the deceased, far away from any kind of real civilization. Dean saw the man at a diner that morning and decided he was next. They had made their way from Kansas to here in Alabama and left a trail of bodies in their wake. Dean liked the idea of his bodies being found so when he gave himself time to plan, he didn’t have Castiel make the bodies disappear. Tonight was one of those nights that Dean was going to take his time and Castiel stood by wondering what part he would play.

It turned out that in this case, Dean had inadvertently NOT chosen an innocent. When they came upon the farmhouse after following the man home, they witnessed him in his living room watching pornography. Child pornography that, but the looks of the rooms on the video, had been filmed in the very house they were all in.

Dean waited on the property until dark, and then he had Castiel teleport them both in front of the man, purposely blocking his view of the television he had been watching for hours. He had no pants on and was slowly masturbating himself when the two startled him.

Holding a beer in the hand that wasn’t holding his cock, the man jumped up and spilled the beer all over himself and the floor, “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s Dean Winchester,” Dean surprised Castiel when he offered the truth. “And I’m going to kill you.” Dean motioned to Castiel to shut off the television, and when he couldn’t figure out how to, the angel pushed it over and watched it smash to the floor.

Ignoring Castiel’s behavior, the man eyed Dean up and down and smiled suggestively, “I can think of better things we can do.”

Castiel’s eyes glowed blue, and Dean noticed and laughed, “Calm down, Cas. This guy’s just blowing hot air. I’m too old for him.”

Dean pushed the man back onto the couch and grabbed the beer bottle out of his hand. Without warning, he smashed it over the man’s head, immediately knocking him out.

“Dean, do you need…”

Dean interrupted Castiel by putting up one finger, “I’m good, Cas. I want this one to last.”

Having brought a duffle bag, Dean rifled through it until he pulled out two sets of handcuffs. He grabbed the unconscious man and threw him face down on the rectangular coffee table in front of the couch. When he was finished, the man was completely naked, and his hands were cuffed together under the table, as were his feet.

For a moment, Castiel was concerned that the man's position meant Dean was going to have sex with him. He started shifting uneasily behind Dean.

“Can you tell if anyone else is here, Cas? In the house?”

Castiel closed his eyes and opened them, shaking his head, “It’s just the three of us.”

“Good.”

It didn’t take long for the man to regain consciousness. When he did, he struggled against his bonds, wriggling on the table like a worm on a hook.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Blood dripped down the side of his face from where Dean hit him, and as he felt it, panic began to settle in, “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“I just needed you quiet for a few minutes,” Dean’s voice was calm.

The man looked at Castiel and pleaded, “Man, can’t you help me?”

Castiel tilted his head, “Did you make that film you were watching?”

“What? NO! Of course not!”

“Better be careful because my friend here knows if you’re lying or not,” Dean got on his knees next to the coffee table and grabbed the man’s face, forcing him to look at Dean. “So, Cas, is he lying.”

“Of course he’s lying,” Castiel sighed.

“You’re both fucking psychos!” The man tried to pull away from Dean, but Dean held tight and pulled a knife out, gently placing it under the man’s chin.

“If you keep struggling like that, you’re gonna impale yourself on my knife. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

The man stopped struggling and began crying, “What do you want?”

“I want to kill you.”

“But WHY?” The man looked over at Castiel, “What have I done to YOU?”

Dean chuckled, “Actually, I just wanted to kill you because you were flashing money around at the diner like you thought you were something else, and then you didn’t even leave your waitress a tip.” Dean slashed the man’s cheek and smiled as the man screamed and blood poured out of the wound.

Castiel nodded, “That wasn’t very kind.

“Yeah, you being a pedo who makes kiddie porn is just kind of a bonus reason,” Dean shrugged.

“I’ll give you anything!” The man pleaded with Dean, “I have money! Here in the house, I have a safe! It’s behind that picture!” He nodded to a picture of a child riding a carousel horse on the far wall. “The combination is on my phone!”

Dean looked around and saw the man’s cell phone on a side table. He nodded to Castiel, who picked it up.

“It’s locked,” Castiel looked over at Dean.

Dean stuck the knife deeply enough into the man’s side to draw blood and elicit another scream, “What’s the password?”

“Six-Five-Five-Four,” he panted. “It’s on my Notes app.”

Castiel tried it and nodded back to Dean.

“Good. While my friend opens your safe, I’m gonna have a little fun.”

Castiel walked to the picture and ripped it off the wall, tossing it to the floor. As the man said, there was a safe, and Castiel quickly opened it. He hadn’t been lying; it was stuffed with cash. So much so that some of it spilled out the moment Castiel opened the door.

“Dean, there is a LOT of money here.”

Dean smiled at the man, “Well, at least we know some things you don’t lie about. Too bad I can’t say the same for me.”

“What do you mean?” The man’s eyes widened.

“Oh, I’m still gonna kill you,” Dean winked at the man, “But I’ll be a nice guy and make it last. Give you some time to make things right with God or whoever you might have to make things right with.”

“Please, no!” Was all the man got out as Dean slashed into his face, cutting into his cheek and lips. He kept slashing as the man struggled to get away, to no avail.

Castiel watched as Dean tortured the man, cutting off his fingers, cutting out his tongue, even cutting off the tip of his cock, and he was surprised at how little of an effect it had on him.

Now, here they were, Castiel sitting on the couch watching Dean play with the dead body and Dean slowly carving his father’s initials into the man’s back. Castiel had gathered up all the money and shoved it into Dean’s duffle, and now he was waiting for Dean to finish.

“Were there any cameras, Cas? Any way for us to get seen?” Dean dipped the blade of his knife into the blood and drew a replica of his anti-possession tattoo on the man’s back.

“No, Dean. No one will know we were here.”

“Then I guess we should get while the gettin’s good, huh?”

“I would like that, Dean,” Castiel admitted.

Dean stared at the body before him as he stood up. Sitting next to Castiel, his eyes never left his victim. “I didn’t used to enjoy it this much,” he said. “But now? It’s such a fucking turn-on.”

“It makes you want to have sex,” Castiel stated matter-of-factly, and Dean laughed.

“No! Well, yeah, kind of, but that’s not what I mean. I mean…” Dean yelled intelligibly but happily, “I just feel so fucking GOOD, Cas!”

Castiel bit his lip, “Because you killed someone who deserved it?”

Dean turned to Castiel and held his gaze, “Because I killed someone I wanted to kill.”

“We are both very broken, aren’t we, Dean?”

Dean scoffed, “I guess broken is a word.”

“We really should leave, Dean.” Castiel reached toward Dean’s face, which, along with the rest of him, was covered in blood, “I can clean you up…”

Dean grabbed the angel’s hand, “No. I don’t want you to. I just want to leave.”

They both stood up, and Castiel grabbed the duffle bag.

Dean turned to Castiel as they walked out the door, “You should try it, you know.”

“Try what?”

“Killing. For fun.”

“Fun? Dean, you don’t look like you just had fun.”

Dean smiled and pulled Castiel into a kiss, “Well, I did.”

Castiel let Dean sweep him into the kiss, and they didn’t stop until they both felt Dean’s cell phone vibrating in his pocket. Slowly pulling away, Castiel sadly looked at Dean.

“Dean, we both know who that is.”

“I know, Cas. But I’m not in the mood to talk to Sammy.”

“But you should.”

Dean held out his arms as if presenting himself, “And do what, Cas? Show him THIS?”

Castiel studied Dean’s blood-soaked body and sighed, “He’s your brother. You should at least let him know you’re okay.”

Dean turned and walked out of the house into the darkness, with Castiel following behind, “Maybe tomorrow, Cas.”

When they got to the car, Dean’s phone was still vibrating. Exasperated, Dean took it out of his pocket and read the barrage of text messages Sam had sent him. They all had one thing in common: he had typed them out in all caps. The last message was the one that caused Dean to toss the phone over to Castiel.

“We’re going to meet Sammy,” was all Dean said as they pulled onto the road.

Castiel picked up Dean’s phone and read the last message Sam sent:

IF YOU DON’T MEET ME DEAN – I’M GOING TO THE COPS!

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Dean pulled into the parking lot of a rundown motel. There weren’t a handful of cars there but Dean parked as far away from the building as he could. Castiel studied his face but couldn’t tell if he was angry or worried, but he knew things weren’t good.

“I want you to stay in the car, Cas,” Dean wiped the exhaustion out of his eyes.

“But Dean…”

“No buts, Cas. I can handle my brother. I don’t need you in there knocking him out with your angel mojo.”

“Dean, he threatened to go to the police. He must know…something.”

“And I’ll find out what it is while you stay here.” Dean leaned over and gently brushed his hand across Castiel’s cheek. He gave him a quick kiss, “Please, Cas. Let me do this.”

Castiel’s concern was all over his face, and it made Dean smile.

“Look at you, all worried about me.” Dean kissed him again.

“At least let me clean you up, Dean,” Castiel whispered, and Dean nodded. Castiel gently placed his palm on Dean’s chest, and immediately all the blood that had covered him was gone.

Dean looked down at himself and smiled. Looking back at Castiel, he gave him another kiss, “I’ll be fine. But tell you what, if I’m not back in half an hour, you can beam yourself in there, okay?” Dean picked up his cell phone and read his texts, “He’s in room 309. Just wiggle your nose and come get me.”

Dean didn’t give Castiel an opportunity to respond. He hopped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. He started toward the motel and then turned back and knocked on the driver’s side window.

Castiel rolled it down, and Dean leaned in, “Make it twenty minutes. You know, just in case.” Dean took off his watch and threw it in the angel’s lap. Then he winked and took off toward the motel.

Dean had barely knocked on the door when Sam opened it, grabbed his brother by the collar, and threw him into the room, slamming and locking the door behind them.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Sam was frantic.

“Just riding, Sammy,” Dean tried to be casual. “What’s got you so hopped up?”

“Are you still with him?” Sam looked out the window into the parking lot but didn’t see Dean’s car.

“Him?”

“The angel. Castiel. Are you still with him, Dean?”

Dean was going to lie but then decided there was no point to it, “Yeah, Sam. I am. Of course, I am. You think I’m gonna give a fucking angel the boot?”

Sam nervously ran his hand through his hair and scoffed, “No, Dean, I didn’t. Because God forbid you used your fucking brain instead of your dick.”

“Sammy, what’s going on? You blow up my phone and then threaten me with the cops? What are YOU gonna tell the cops?”

Calming down a little, Sam looked straight at his brother, “What about me threatening to call the cops finally made you come running, Dean?”

Staring back at his brother, Dean set his jaw but said nothing.

“You remember Denise Lane, Dean? Remember who she is?”

Dean nodded, “That Fed you made nice with a couple of years ago. She had a thing for long legs.”

It had always bothered Dean that she went for Sam and not him, and even in his anger, this made Sam laugh.

“Yeah, well, she still does. She called me to let me know that they found your fingerprints at a few different crime scenes.”

“She tipped you off?” Dean wasn’t that surprised. Agent Lane knew all about Dean and Sam being hunters; she had been an ally since they met. He respected their work, but more importantly, she liked having Sam as a fuck buddy whenever the opportunity arose.

“Yeah, she did. She also made any proof of those fingerprints disappear,” Sam sat on the edge of the bed. “Because she figured it was worth risking her job to make sure you were still out here killing monsters.”

“Awfully nice of her,” Dean looked around the room until he spotted the mini-fridge. He strode over to it and was thrilled to find Sam had stocked it with beer. Pulling one out, he offered it to Sam, who was looking at his phone. Dean cleared his throat, and Sam looked up and waved it off. Shrugging, Dean opened it and took a huge gulp.

“So, what’s your point, Sammy?” Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“My point is that I asked her for the addresses of the places they found your prints. You and me, when we hunt together, we’re good, Dean. Really good. And we don’t leave fingerprints. We NEVER have.”

“Again, Sam, I’m asking what your point is.” Dean finished the rest of the beer and tossed the bottle on the floor, causing it to shatter.

“No need to get angry, Dean,” Sam stood up. “I just want to know how your fingerprints got at those crime scenes. Five dead, three missing, all people who by all accounts were NOT monsters.”

“You accusing me of something, Sammy?”

“Dean, I’m freaking out here.“ Sam began to pace the room, “All those prints were left after I bailed on you on that road. The crime scenes were bloodbaths. Denise sent me photos. It went way beyond hunting, Dean.”

“Sam, are you trying to say that you think I have something to do with those bloodbaths?”

“I’m saying I want to help you, Dean.”

Dean was definitely taken by surprise, “Help me?”

“I don’t know what Castiel has you mixed up in, but I can help you. I can get you away from him.” Sam paused, “I already contacted someone.”

“You did what now?”

Bobby has a friend; she’s a medium. But not one of those fake ones, Dean. She’s the real deal. And she claims she has a connection to angels and demons. It’s all set up. She’s going to have a séance or something and contact Heaven and have them come get Castiel. They can deal with him and his murderous rampages.”

It took a moment for everything Sam had said to sink in, and when it did, Dean began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Dean, this isn’t funny.”

Bent over, his hands on his knees, Dean couldn’t stop laughing.

“DEAN!”

Dean held up one hand to Sam and slowly composed himself. When he stopped laughing, he went into the fridge and got himself another beer. He cracked it open and pointed it toward his brother, “You think Castiel is some kind of serial killer, and he’s dragging me along against my will?”

“He killed those women, Dean. And the people in those cars.” Pausing for effect, Sam whispered, “And his own brother!”

It was Dean’s turn to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly drank the beer, saying nothing to Sam until the bottle was empty.

“You said Denise got rid of all the evidence?”

Sam nodded, “Destroyed it. She doesn’t even have it anymore.”

“So, there’s nothing linking me to those crime scenes? She was the only one who knew about it?”

Sam shrugged, “There’s probably a tech or two. The ones who collected the prints. The ones who ran them. But they have no reason to be interested in it now that Denise has taken care of it. Why?”

“Because, Sam, I’m not gonna bail on Cas.”

“You won’t have to. He'll be bailing on you when the angels come for him.”

“Except the angels aren’t gonna come for him. They don’t know where he is.”

Sam held up his cell phone, “Yeah, they do, Dean. I texted Pamela while you were grabbing your first beer.”

“Pamela? She’s the medium?” Dean stood up.

“Yeah. And as soon as she connects with Heaven, someone will be here to get Castiel.”

Dean walked up to Sam and reached over him, slamming the beer bottle in his hand against the wall behind his brother. Sam flinched as glass sprayed him but didn’t move away. Dean jabbed the broken edge of the bottle still in his hand under Sam’s neck.

“I should fucking kill you where you’re standing, Sammy,” Dean grunted.

Suddenly, the entire room flashed white, and Sam and Dean immediately shielded their eyes from the intense brightness. When the lighting went back to normal, standing in front of the brothers were a man and a woman, both dressed in business suits and standing between them was Castiel. His hands bound in front of him in angel handcuffs, he was still holding Dean’s watch.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Castiel looked genuinely sad.

Dean nervously chuckled, “Guess I should have told you FIFTEEN minutes, huh, Cas?”

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The male angel looked at Sam and nodded, “Thank you for your assistance, Sam.”

Taken aback, Sam brought his hand behind him and put it on the knife that was in his waistband, “How do you know my name?”

Both angels chuckled.

“Sam and Dean Winchester are legends in Heaven,” the female angel said. “There isn’t an angel in existence who doesn’t know who you two are.”

“Fucking great,” Dean mumbled.

“Yeah, well, you have Castiel, so you can leave now, right?” Sam was trying not to act nervous.

“Cas, are you okay?” Dean walked toward him, and the male angel put up his hand, and Dean flew across the room, slamming against a wall.

Instinctively, Sam pulled out his knife and rushed the angels, but the male did the same to him, tossing him next to his brother.

“Actually,” the female angel sighed, “We can’t leave just yet. We need to bring your brother with us.”

“What?” Castiel was obviously surprised at this revelation. “Erelah, you know a living human can’t go to Heaven.”

Erelah smiled at Castiel, “Who said we’re going to Heaven?”

The male angel rolled his eyes while Dean and Sam both struggled to stand up, “Don’t be so melodramatic, sister.” He looked at Castiel, “YOU’RE going back to Heaven. We have other plans for Dean.”

“Malach, please, do what you will with me, but leave Dean alone,” Castiel begged.

Both Dean and Sam were grabbing at their chests. They felt like they were on fire, and it took a moment for Dean to get enough breath to speak, “Don’t beg these fucks on account of me, Cas.”

Malach lifted his hand, and again, both brothers were thrown against the wall and slumped to the floor.

“At first, Castiel, Heaven was quite unhappy with how you allowed Dean his extracurricular activities. But it is now obvious that Dean can be so much more useful to us than we thought. Instead of waiting for the apocalypse to happen, we think Dean can help it get started sooner rather than later.”

“Wait, you WANT the apocalypse to happen?” Sam, still on the floor, panted.

“Of course,” Erelah nodded, “We need it to happen. It’s been prophesized.”

“It’s part of God’s plan,” Malach added.

“Cas,” Dean slowly stood up, keeping his hand on the wall as he did, “Did you know about this?”

Castiel set his jaw and said nothing, but he looked away from Dean.

“You did. And that’s why…you want me to be…” Dean couldn’t finish his sentences.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam joined Dean in leaning against the wall.

“Nothing that is any concern of yours,” Malach sighed, “And now I’m bored, so we must get going.”

“No,” Dean shook his head.

“No?” Malach smiled as he approached Dean. “Do you really think you get a say in this, Dean? Do you think you hold any leverage at all over us?”

“I might not have leverage, but I have this, you son of a bitch!” Dean produced Castiel’s angel blade out of his sleeve and shoved it as hard as he could into Malach’s neck. The angel stopped smiling, his face registering absolute shock before he collapsed in front of Dean. Dean went down with him, making sure the blade pieced all the way through. He watched as Malach’s eyes turned into two burned-out holes, and only then did he pull the blade out, jump up, and rush over to Erelah and Castiel.

“Dean!” Castiel warned, and Dean stopped when he saw Erelah holding her own blade against Castiel’s neck.

Glaring at Erelah, Dean gripped the blade tightly.

“Dean?” Sam was staring at the dead angel at his feet, “What the hell is happening?”

“We’re leaving,” Erelah responded. “The THREE of us. And if you try anything, I’ll slice your boyfriend’s neck straight off his shoulders.” For emphasis, she jabbed the blade into Castiel just deeply enough to draw blood.

Castiel and Dean locked eyes, and Castiel smiled, “You stole my blade.”

Dean shrugged, “Thought I might need it.”

“Good call,” Castiel nodded his approval.

“And you,” Dean pointed the blade at Erelah, “Aren’t going to kill anyone.”

“Aren’t I? I’m the one with the upper hand, Dean. I have Castiel. All you have is a brother who doesn’t know how to kill an angel.”

“Erelah…sister…can’t we come to an understanding?” Castiel winced as Erelah pushed the blade in deeper.

“No, Castiel. I have my orders. You go back to Heaven, and Dean is going to a safe house where he’ll be allowed to continue with his proclivities under the watchful eyes of Heaven.”

“Proclivities?” Sam was standing next to Dean. “What the hell, Dean? Really? What’s going on?”

Erelah smiled, “He doesn’t know?” She pondered this, “I guess he wouldn’t, would he?” Her blade in front of her for defense, she let go of Castiel and walked toward the brothers, “Well, let me be the one to tell you about your brother, Sam…”

Dean lunged for her, and Erelah tossed him across the room without touching him. Smart enough not to make Dean’s mistake, Sam stood still.

“Tell me what?”

“I’ll do it!” Dean quickly yelled from the floor. “I’ll go with you. To your safe house or whatever. Just leave my brother out of this. ALL of this.”

Erelah turned to look over at Dean, and when she did, Castiel ambushed her from behind. He brought his cuffed hands up and around her neck, threw her to the ground, and started strangling her. When she hit the floor, her blade fell out of her hand, and Sam kicked it away.

“Brother…” She managed to whisper.

Castiel’s eyes were glowing blue, and his face was a mask of rage, “I am NOT your brother!” The angel cuffs on his hands started to dig into her neck and draw blood. Still holding her down, Castiel looked at Dean, “I need my blade.”

Dean jumped up and rushed over. He raised the blade over his head and readied it to plunge into Erelah’s neck.

“NO!” Castiel yelled. “I need you to make a slice across her throat. Just a small one.”

Confused, Dean got on his knees, bent over Erelah’s face, and made a deep, small slash across her throat, letting loose a shimmering whisp of angelic mist. Still holding her down by her neck, Castiel leaned over and opened his mouth slightly, welcoming the mist into his body. His eyes glowed an even more intense blue, and his broad and magnificent wings appeared behind him.

Sam stood with his mouth agape at all that was happening.

Castiel stood up, and, closing his eyes, used all his might to pull his hands apart, shattering the angel handcuffs. As his wings disappeared, he bent over and ran his hand across Erelah’s throat, making her wound disappear. She opened her eyes and sat up with a huge gasp.

“Castiel! What did you do?” She demanded.

“I’ve stolen your grace, sister.” He pulled her to her feet and pressed one hand against her stomach.

She doubled over and didn’t stop screaming until he pulled his hand away.

“Now, the angels can’t find you either.” He looked over at Dean, who was just standing up, “Thank you, Dean.”

“Man, I…” Dean had no words.

“What is happening?” Sam whispered.

Erelah held her hand to her neck, just as surprised as Sam, “He…he made me human.”

Castiel nodded, “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Castiel looked over at Malach’s dead body. He snapped his fingers, and Malach was gone.

“You broke the angel handcuffs,” Erelah was shaking.

“You know as well as I do, Erelah, that stolen grace is…special.”

“Dean, what are we doing here?” Sam demanded.

“Sammy, I’m sorry. I wish I could explain everything to you…”

“Your brother is a serial killer,” Erelah blurted out. “He’s been on a killing spree, and Castiel has been helping him.”

“Erelah!” Castiel yelled, and before she could respond, Castiel saw the tip of his angel blade jutting out of her throat. Looking past her, he saw Dean behind her, pressing it deeper and deeper into her. As she slumped to the floor, Dean ripped the blade out, and it left a tremendous hole that was pouring blood.

“Dean, what the fuck?” Sam was panicking.

Numb, Dean held the bloody knife in his hand and stared at his brother, “I’m sorry, Sammy. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.” He chuckled, “I mean, I didn’t want you to find out at fucking all, but…”

“You’re a serial killer?” Sam huffed, “Those fingerprints were because YOU killed those people, not Castiel?”

Dean slowly nodded as his hand gripped the blade tighter, “I’ve been doing it a lot longer than Cas has been around, Sam. And I’m gonna keep doing it.”

“Dean…why?”

Dean lazily shrugged, “Why not? Who were those fucking people, Sam? How many people did Dad have me kill, huh?”

“Dean, those were monsters, not people.”

“Really, Sammy? How do we know? I know you think I’m a freaking idiot, Sam, but I have a great memory. I remember the names of everyone we killed. And I spent some time looking them up. Not all of them were monsters, Sam. I think Dad just had us practice on people he thought wouldn’t be missed.”

“No.”

Dean nodded, “Yeah. And I gotta tell you, Sammy, monsters, humans, innocent people…I don’t give a fuck who it is,” he smiled, “I like it. I like killing them. I like being their fucking GOD.”

“Dean, I can get you help…”

Dean laughed mockingly, “I’m sure you think you can, Sam. Dad probably thought he could too.”

“Dad?”

“I was just so sick of his shit, Sammy…”

“Dean,” Castiel was worried, “What are you doing?”

“I’m coming clean, Cas. Might as well tell the kid everything, right?”

“You…you killed Dad?” Sam absently sat on the edge of the bed.

“Dean,” Castiel protested.

Dean slowly approached Sam and placed the angel blade at his brother’s throat, “I killed Dad, Sam.” He used his hand to wipe away tears that had suddenly formed, “And now I’m gonna have to kill you, baby brother. ‘Cause I wouldn’t be able to live knowing that you know how truly fucked up I am.”

“Dean,” Sam pleaded. But before he could say another word, Castiel was behind Dean, reaching over and touching Sam’s forehead. Immediately, Sam passed out unconscious on the bed.

“Cas, what are you doing?”

“I won’t let you kill your brother, Dean.” Castiel took the blade out of Dean’s hand.

“Well, the alternative is you use that thing on me, Cas.” Dean was serious.

Shaking his head, Castiel walked over to Sam and sat next to him on the bed, “No. The alternative is that I wipe his memory.”

“You can do that?”

Castiel put his hand on Sam’s forehead and looked up at Dean, “I just did.”

“How the fuck does that work?”

Castiel looked around, “I’ll tell you later. Right now, we need to leave, Dean. And I need to send Sam away from here. When Heaven discovers they haven’t heard from Malach or Erelah, they’ll come here looking for them.”

Dean nodded, “Will Sam be okay?”

Castiel snapped his fingers, and Sam’s body disappeared. “He’ll be fine. I just sent him to another motel far, far away. His last memory will be the night that you and I met.”

“So, he won’t remember anything about you?”

“Nothing.”

“Does that mean…”

Castiel interrupted, “Dean, we really need to leave.”

“But, Cas, what about…”

And with a snap, they were gone.

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When Dean woke up, he was alone in a motel room, naked and buried under the blankets. His cock was hard, and he sat up and looked around, hoping to get Castiel to take care of him.

Once Castiel transported them away from the motel, they talked, and Dean filled him in on how the angels found them. Castiel seemed concerned, but Dean didn’t let that distract him from fucking the angel’s brains out. But now Dean was awake and it became obvious Castiel wasn’t around. Dean looked at his phone and realized he had been asleep for two days, and he suddenly found himself becoming a bit concerned.

Dean took a shower, dressed, and even went to the diner next door for breakfast, but still no Castiel. He did notice that the Impala was in the motel parking lot and wondered when Castiel had done that.

The older, smiling waitress was filling Dean’s coffee cup for the third time when Dean spied Castiel walking in the front door.

As Castiel sat across from Dean, the waitress winked at him, “Get you some coffee, hon?”

Castiel’s face was grim as he shook his head and said nothing. The waitress shrugged and walked away.

Dean studied the angel as he sipped his coffee, “I thought maybe you dumped me.”

“I had to take care of some things,” Castiel stared back at Dean.

“What things?”

“Your brother spoke to a lot of people, Dean. I had to, as you would say, ‘clean up his mess.’”

Dean’s jaw tightened, “What did you do?”

“I visited your friend…Bobby.”

Dean gripped the cup tightly in the hopes Castiel wouldn’t see him shaking, but Castiel picked up on it immediately.

“I didn’t kill him, Dean. I wiped his memory. As far as he’s concerned, Sam never called him about angels.”

Nodding, Dean cleared his throat, “And who else?”

“Well, before I erased his memory, I had to find out who the psychic was he connected Sam with.” Castiel sighed, “That took some doing.”

“You took back your blade,” Dean had looked for it before leaving for breakfast, and it was gone, as were the blades of the two dead angels.

Castiel nodded, “I thought I might need it.”

“Why didn’t you kill him? Bobby.”

“Because you love him, Dean. And I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Dean thought about this as he finished his coffee.

“But the psychic, she was a little more difficult. She had warding everywhere. Malach and Erelah must have frightened her because she was very much guarded against the angels.”

“But you still got to her?”

“I just did what Dean Winchester would have done.”

Dean’s face registered confusion.

“I watched her house. Waited for her to leave and followed her to a bar. And then…after she was fully inebriated, I,” Castiel struggled to use the correct phrasing, “Hit on her.”

“You hit on the psychic?”

“She was very receptive.”

Dean chuckled, “It’s those damn blue eyes.”

Castiel shrugged, “We got in her car, and she drove to her house. I knew I couldn’t go in, so I did it right there in her driveway.”

“Did what?”

“Killed her, Dean. What did you think I was going to tell you?”

“Well, part of me was hoping for a fuck story, Cas but the rest of me thought you were just going to wipe her mind.”

“She was too powerful. I couldn’t risk the angels getting to her somehow and digging into her brain.”

“So, you killed her?”

Castiel nodded, “I sliced her throat. And then I set everything on fire.”

Dean was both impressed and a little nervous, “On fire?”

Castiel nodded, “With Erelah’s grace, my powers are more enhanced. It was easy to set her, the car, even her house on fire with just a thought.”

“Christ,” Dean whispered.

“I didn’t consider the screams, though. When I sliced her throat, she didn’t die. But the fire…well, she felt that.” Castiel shrugged again, “And then I left.”

“You left?”

“I had to deal with that FBI agent you told me about.”

“Denise? Cas, what did you do to Denise?”

“I had to convince her to give me the information I wanted. It took a little while, but pain does eventually make people talk.”

“What information did you want, Cas?”

“The names of the other people who knew about your fingerprints, Dean. I couldn’t let that information stay out there.”

“No one would have said anything, Cas.”

Castiel shook his head, “We can’t take that chance, Dean. It doesn’t matter now; they’re all dead. The technicians, a few assistants, all the police officers who were on the various scenes.”

“Holy fuck, Cas. You’re a fucking killing machine,” Dean was both impressed and frightened. “What about Denise?”

Castiel smiled without showing his teeth, “I thought I’d bring you a surprise.”

Dean’s eyes began to widen.

“You told me you liked her. That you were jealous, she was only interested in your brother.”

“Cas…”

“So, she’s waiting in the motel room for you. In the bathtub.”

“Bathtub?”

“She’s unconscious, Dean, and she won’t wake up until I let her. So, you can do whatever you want with her.”

Dean was treading lightly, “And what is it you think I want to do with her?”

“If you want to have sex with her, Dean, I won’t stop you.” Castiel’s face did not agree with what he was saying. He looked very upset at the idea of Dean having sex with the FBI agent, and Dean saw it.

“I don’t wanna fuck her, Cas,” he winked at the angel, “That’s what I have you for.”

“Then kill her,” Castiel’s voice was flat, emotionless. “That should bring you some satisfaction.”

Dean sat back, “You knocked me out, didn’t you? So, you could take off and do all this without me interfering?”

“It was to protect you, Dean.”

“I don’t like being controlled, Cas.”

“I’m not controlling you.”

“Knocking me out. Picking victims for me. That’s controlling, Cas.”

“Then you don’t have to kill her. I’ll do it.” Castiel stood up and Dean grabbed his elbow and slammed him back into his seat.

“I’ll do it,” Dean grunted. “But not before you and I have a little fun of our own.”

A smile formed at the corners of Castiel’s mouth, and he tried to suppress it but failed.

Denise was fully dressed and tied to a chair. In her mouth was a makeshift gag, and her eyes were riveted to the scene in front of her.

Dean was fucking Castiel on the motel bed so ferociously that the angel’s head slammed against the headboard. Dean held his waist with one hand while he used the other to randomly slice into the angel’s naked body with Castiel’s blade.

Along with the banging of the headboard, the only other sounds in the room were the two of them moaning and grunting.

Every time she looked away, Denise was compelled to look back, fascinated by what was happening. She was terrified and didn’t know what these two had in store for her, but she was convinced she might be able to talk her way out of any real danger.

Dean groaned angrily and abruptly pulled out of Castiel, coming all over his back and ass. He got up off the bed and turned to Denise, “Enjoy the show?”

Denise’s eyes widened, and muffled sounds came from behind her gag.

“I’ll take that thing off if you promise not to scream,” Dean’s eyes were wild. “And if you scream,” He brought the blood blade to Denise’s throat, “It’ll be the last sound you ever make.”

Denise nodded, and Dean used the blade to slice through the gage, cutting both of her lips in the process. She started to yell, thought better of it, and silently winced from the pain.

Castiel had gotten out of bed and joined Dean in front of the agent.

“Dean,” Denise’s voice was low and shaky, “You don’t have to do this. I got rid of all the evidence.”

Dean grabbed the only other chair in the room and pulled it beside her. Sitting down, he smiled, “I know that, Denise. And if it was just up to me, I’d let you go. But my friend here,” he used the blade to point to Castiel, “He has trust issues.” Dean shrugged, “And really good instincts.”

Denise couldn’t help but glance down at Dean’s nakedness. His cock was already getting hard again. Noticing her looking at Dean’s cock, Castiel glared at her and grabbed the blade away from Dean. He jabbed it under her chin, “He’s not for you!”

“What?” Denise was shaking.

“Cas,” Dean rolled his eyes, “Are we gonna do this again?” He smirked at Denise, “He’s very jealous.” Dean gently took the blade out of Castiel’s hand. “Denise, I like you. I’ve always liked you. But now you know too much.”

“I don’t know anything! I know about the monsters and about you and Sam hunting them. That’s ALL!”

Dean slowly began unbuttoning Denise’s blouse. When he started struggling to get one of the buttons undone, he handed Castiel the blade and with both hands, ripped the blouse apart. He grabbed the blade back from Castiel and sliced the front of her bra so it fell apart.

The FBI agent’s chest and breasts were covered in gashes and slices from Castiel’s earlier torture. Dean traced them with the tip of the blade as he spoke.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Denise, Castiel knows best.”

Castiel smugly smiled.

“And I can’t keep you alive. Not now.”

Panicked, Denise started struggling, and Dean stunned her by punching her right in the face.

Standing up, Dean's face became a mask of anger, “You think you know so much, don’t you? You were happy to let me and Sam do the dirty work while you got to live your life pretending monsters don’t exist!”

“Dean, no…” she protested, and Dean punched her again. Her nose and mouth were pouring blood.

“Before I kill you, I want you to know the truth. Those missing people? They’re dead. Cas just made them disappear for me so I wouldn’t get caught.” Dean chuckled, “And those dead people? They weren’t monsters. Neither were the others. They were just regular people I wanted to fucking kill, so I did.”

“Dean…” Denise shook her head but didn’t say anything else.

“My father taught me to enjoy it,” Dean slid the blade down Denise’s cheek, drawing more blood. “He wanted to make sure I would never hesitate to kill a monster, so he taught me to get off on it.”

Denise turned her head away, and Dean used the knife under her chin to force her to look at him.

“Sammy probably told you all about our dad, huh? About what a great, brave guy he was? That’s ‘cause he didn’t know my father used to fuck me with the knife he had just used to kill some fucking THING. He didn’t know that my father used to keep me up for days at a time while he hammered into my head that the only way to survive was to kill.” Dean’s eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and he began to yell, “Sammy never knew that when I was fifteen, our father made a deal with a nest of vamps that they could use me for food or whatever else they wanted as long as they left Sam alone.”

Denise was softly crying but didn’t break eye contact with Dean, “I’m sorry Dean,” she whispered.

“Don’t be fucking sorry,” Dean punched her again, this time so hard that she fell over and brought the chair with her.

“He was a fucking animal, but he was right. Killing feels fucking great.” He laughed again, “And it was the best when I fucking killed him.”

“Dean, you don’t have to keep killing,” Denise was pleading, “I can help you.”

“You can’t help me, Denise. You can only hurt me,” He looked over at Castiel, “And my friend here won’t let anyone hurt me. Will you, Cas?”

Castiel was still glaring at Denise, writhing on the floor, “No, Dean. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Do me a favor, Cas, and knock her out. She’s too frisky right now. I want to take my time with her.”

Castiel put two fingers on her forehead and before Denise could say ‘no’, she was unconscious.

The angel could see that Dean was losing control. He walked over and took his hand, “Dean, we have all the time we want. You don’t have to do this right now. You could wait. I could help you…relax.”

Still wild, Dean grabbed the back of Castiel’s head and pulled him into a kiss. He bit his lip, drawing blood from Castiel’s mouth, and then pushed him away.

“I don’t want to wait, Cas. I want to do this now,” Dean growled, “You can help me relax later. Right now, I want you to help me decide what part of her I cut off first.”

Castiel looked down at the unconscious FBI agent and smiled, “I guess we should start by waking her up.”

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Dean was asleep, his body wrapped around a wide-awake Castiel’s. Both of them were soaked in the FBI Agent’s blood - Dean insisted Castiel not clean them up - and she was in the bathroom tub in pieces.

Castiel hadn’t ever seen Dean as violent as he was with Agent Lane and he felt like he was to blame. He knew bringing her to Dean to do with what he wanted might trigger him, and it did. Dean let out so much anger and frustration on her that there was no way any part of her would ever be identifiable again.

He didn’t know if it was the stolen grace, or Dean’s hold on him, or both, but something in Castiel had changed, and he thought he might have gotten almost as big a charge from killing the agent as Dean did.

They fucked most of the night until Dean literally passed out on him, and Castiel was grateful for some time to try and work things out in his head. Deep down, he knew what he had to do: erase Dean’s memory of him, go back to Heaven, and let Dean’s life go in whatever direction Dean took it.

But that was deep down, and he could push those thoughts even further down if he wanted to. He could focus on how he felt, how Dean made him feel, and how good it was to just be with Dean and help him instead of being an angel all the time.

He pressed back so he could feel Dean’s cock against him. Castiel knew he should just let go and give in to Dean. Forget about the apocalypse and Heaven and the angels. Dean inside him was his home; it was all he needed. If there was a trail of blood behind them wherever they went, Castiel could learn to live with that. Hell, he had contributed greatly to it. All that mattered to Castiel was what Dean wanted. And the fact that Dean wanted him made Castiel insanely happy.

With, Castiel feared, insane being the operative word.

“Cas, sleep, babe. I need SOME sleep,” Dean murmured behind him.

“I was just trying to get closer to you, Dean,” Castiel whispered.

“Any closer, and you’ll be on the other side of me,” Dean teased.

“I don’t need to sleep if I’m bothering you, Dean. I can go clean the bathroom.”

Dean tightened his hold on Castiel, “That can wait, Cas. Stay here with me, okay?”

Castiel nodded and melted into Dean’s embrace, “Okay, Dean.”

Castiel actually did fall asleep, and when he woke, Dean was sitting at the desk in the room, writing in a notebook.

“Dean?” Castiel sleepily sat up.

“Hey! Look who needed to sleep after all!”

Castiel smiled sheepishly, and he wandered over to Dean and sat on the floor next to him. He put his head on Dean’s lap, and Dean played with his hair while he continued writing.

“What are you doing?” Castiel looked up at Dean and noticed he was dressed, and had cleaned all the blood off of himself.

“Keeping notes, Cas,” Dean kept writing while massaging Castiel’s head. “I’m just trying to get a grip on what the hell has been happening.”

“Do you think having a written record of everything we’ve done is a good idea?”

“No,” Dean agreed, “I do not. But it’s the only way I can wrap my brain around it. And it’s how I'll figure out what we’re gonna do.”

“What do you mean?”

Dean playfully but not all that gently slapped Castiel across the face, “Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up…and dressed…and we’ll talk about it.”

Slowly, Castiel stood up and glanced at Dean’s notebook, “You’re thinking of sending me away, aren’t you?”

“No, Cas,” Dean stopped writing and looked at the angel, “I wouldn’t do that.”

“You think I’m too much of a liability because of the angels, don’t you?”

“Cas, no,” Dean stood up. “We got those tattoos, remember? No angels are gonna find us. I just think we need a better plan than wandering around the Midwest killing people and avoiding my brother.”

Castiel slowly walked backward away from Dean, “I killed for you…”

“I didn’t ask you to, Cas.”

“I left Heaven. I went against orders and my own beliefs to be with you…”

“I’m not sending you away, Cas. I don’t want you to go.” Dean walked toward Castiel, who was still moving away from him. “Clean up yourself, clean up our mess, and we’ll go somewhere nice and talk, okay?”

“Dean, you have my blade in your sleeve.”

Castiel was right. Dean had hidden the blade in his long shirt sleeve. Dean’s face showed his surprise that the angel figured that out.

“It’s not to use on you, Cas. It’s just for protection, you know?”

Castiel nodded, “I’ll clean up.” He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was free of blood and completely dressed, and the bathroom was spotless without a trace of anyone having ever been in it.

“Thank you, Cas,” Dean’s voice sounded shaky.

“I’ll never hurt you, Dean.”

“I know, Cas. I just need to make sure we’re safe.”

Castiel nodded again, “Me too.” And without another word, he reached out and put two fingers on Dean’s forehead, sending Dean crashing to the floor – unconscious.

Castiel had stripped Dean and put him back in the bed on top of the covers. He was next to him, tracing every inch of Dean’s body with his fingers while he studied his unconscious face. When his hand reached Dean’s cock, he began gently stroking him. Dean moaned and instinctively spread his legs to give Castiel’s hand better access but stayed asleep.

Castiel’s mind was racing. Three angels were dead because he chose Dean over them. Going back to Heaven wasn’t an option anymore, so if Dean was thinking of leaving him, Castiel would be alone on Earth, and he knew he couldn’t bear that. Dean could protest all he liked, but Castiel saw one of his notes. It read: Is Cas worth it? Castiel was certain Dean’s answer to that would be ‘no.’

Castiel needed to find a way to prove to Dean he was worth keeping around, but he had no idea where to begin. Watching Dean’s cock grow to its full hardness under his hand, Castiel wondered if somehow sex was the key for them. Castiel knew Dean could probably have anyone he wanted, but what if he only wanted Dean?  If Castiel was suddenly irresistible to Dean, that would be one less thing for the angel to worry about. He just had to figure out how to make that happen.

He moved down on the bed and positioned himself so his head was between Dean’s legs. Taking Dean’s length into his mouth, he began bobbing up and down on his cock, moaning around the fullness forcing its way past his lips.

Looking up at Dean as he took his entire cock into his mouth, Castiel closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Dean was awake and a bit confused. He began to protest, but the angel’s mouth felt too good on him, so instead, he lay back, closed his eyes, and grabbed Castiel by his hair, forcing him onto his cock at a much faster pace than Castiel had been going.

“Fuck, Cas, your mouth is…” Dean stopped making words and finished his sentence with a long, loud moan.

Castiel’s hands were gripping Dean’s ass while he continued to let Dean force his cock as deeply as it would go. He was gagging on Dean’s cock and thought he might pass out, but he didn’t care. He helped Dean abuse his throat, moaning around his cock the entire time.

Dean felt the stirrings of his orgasm coming and yelled, “NO,” as he violently pushed Castiel off him, inadvertently throwing him to the floor. “I wanna fuck you, Cas.” He panted as he rolled off the bed and hit the floor next to Castiel.

He straddled the angel from behind and thrust two fingers into Castiel’s mouth, “Get them nice and wet because that’s all you're getting for lube…”

Castiel sloppily sucked on Dean’s fingers, and Dean waited until most of his hand was dripping with Castiel’s saliva before roughly shoving his fingers into Castiel’s ass. Shocked by the somewhat unexpected intrusion, Castiel yelled out, and Dean smiled as he grunted, “I’m gonna make you scream tonight, Cas.”

Dean getting two fingers inside Castiel was relatively simple, but the third and fourth were more of a struggle. Dean eventually found a rhythm where he could fuck Castiel with all four fingers, but he wanted more. He pulled his hand out of Castiel, causing the angel to whimper, then flipped Castiel onto his back. Castiel didn’t protest as Dean lifted his legs so they rested on the hunter's shoulders, nor did he say anything when he leaned down and began licking at his ass. It didn’t take long for Dean to get Castiel wet enough that he thought he’d be able to get his fist inside him, so he pulled his face away and, without much warning, began slowly sliding his fingers, one at a time, into Castiel’s ass again.

When it was time to get his thumb inside Castiel, Dean used his other hand to help spread Castiel’s ass enough that, with a little effort, his thumb found its way inside Castiel next to Dean’s other fingers.

Castiel saw stars. He had never experienced a pain like this and wasn’t familiar with what Dean was about to do. He tried to pull away, but Dean was in control, and with a slap across Castiel’s face, he got the angel to stop struggling. He twisted his hand, moving it deeper inside Castiel, and when he was satisfied that Castiel was properly prepped, he put his left hand on Castiel’s stomach while abruptly pulling his right hand out of his ass. Castiel moaned even louder, but before he could speak, Dean punched his fist into Castiel’s ass and began fisting him in earnest.

He wasn’t sure how long it went on but at some point, Castiel did pass out. When he woke up, he was on his hands and knees, still on the floor, and Dean’s cock was sawing in and out of him.

“Dean,” Castiel groaned.

Panting, Dean leaned over more so his lips were against Castiel’s neck as he continued fucking him, “Hey, look who woke up!”

“Dean,” Castiel groaned again, “Don’t stop…”

Dean smiled as he licked Castiel’s ear, “Wasn’t planning on it.”

It took Dean a while to finish, but after he came in Castiel’s ass, he made the angel lick both his cock and his fist clean. Then he forced Castiel’s face to the floor and made the angel clean the cum they had left on the carpet. Castiel knew Dean was enforcing his power over him, probably because he knocked him out, but he didn’t care. If this was the way to make sure Dean didn’t leave him, Castiel would do whatever Dean demanded.

After letting Castiel clean much more of the carpet than they messed up, Dean grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into a sitting position, “That’s enough. You probably licked up the cum from ten other guys.”

Dean looked at Castiel’s cock. He was hard, and Dean knew he hadn’t come yet.

“Thank you, Dean,” Castiel whispered.

“Glad you liked it,” Dean stood up, towering over Castiel. “But we still have to talk about your punishment.”

“My punishment?”

“Cas, you did that angel thing on me and knocked me out. What the fuck was that?”

Castiel slowly stood up, “I don’t know, Dean. I panicked.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll talk about it later. Tonight? You don’t get to come. That’s your punishment.”

Castiel nodded, “That’s fair.”

Dean smirked, “You took that way too easy, Cas.” Dean roughly grabbed Castiel’s cock, “You mean you don’t wanna come?”

“I want to do whatever you want, Dean,” Castiel closed his eyes while Dean tugged at him.

“I just wanna hunt, Cas. Monsters, people. I want my old life back. The one I had before you showed up.” Dean continued manhandling Castiel’s cock.

Wincing at the pain Dean was purposely inducing, Castiel whimpered, “So you DO want me to leave?”

Dean gripped Castiel’s cock so hard that it was no longer erotic but purposely violent, “I wish you never showed up, Castiel. You complicate everything.” He pushed the angel onto the bed and quickly straddled him at the waist, immediately grabbing his cock again.

“But I also can’t imagine anyone else ever making me come like you do.” Dean fell on top of Castiel, and instead of immediately trying to fuck him again, he wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.

Castiel reciprocated the embrace, wrapping his arms and legs around Dean’s body while eagerly returning his kiss. They stayed there for about an hour, kissing and holding each other, until Dean finally broke away and rolled onto his back next to Castiel.

Panting, Dean couldn’t help but smile, “Jesus, Cas, what you do to me…”

Castiel was too stunned to respond.

Dean turned to his side and rested his chin on Castiel’s shoulder, “I don’t want you to leave, Cas. I don’t. But before I met you, my life was much less…” Dean searched for the word “Complicated.”

“I know,” Castiel whispered.

Dean studied Castiel’s face. His beautiful blue eyes with the incredibly long lashes. His soft, thick lips, slightly swollen from how much use they got that night. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Dean wrapped himself around Castiel and nuzzled his neck, sighing, “So we’re just gonna have to figure out a way to uncomplicate it, Cas. ‘Cause I’m not letting you go for anything.”

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Castiel was trying to focus but was having difficulty doing so. When he woke up, Dean was gone, and for some reason, Castiel couldn’t get a bead on where he went, so he decided to go old school. He sat on the bed cross-legged, closed his eyes, and tried to focus solely on Dean. Nothing was coming to him, though, and he wondered if protecting Dean from the angels meant he was hidden from Castiel as well.

“That’s a fair question.” A woman’s voice jolted Castiel out of his meditation, and he fell off the bed in surprise.

The woman walked over to him and rolled her eyes as she looked down at him, “Pathetic,” she spat out.

Castiel looked up to see a smartly dressed woman with short dark hair glaring down at him, “Naomi?” he confusedly responded.

“Castiel,” she sighed, “You’re such a disappointment.”

Castiel tried to stand up, and with a wave of Naomi’s hand, he was thrown to the ground.

“You can stay on the floor while we talk,” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Look at you, Castiel. You had such promise.”

“Naomi,” Castiel tried to get up again and found that he couldn’t move and was stuck flat on his back, “What have you done to me?”

“Oh, Castiel. The human has weakened you. So much so that your powers aren't what they were.” She chuckled, “Not that I wasn’t always more powerful.”

“I’ve killed other angels,” Castiel protested.

“You caught them off guard,” she retorted. “Besides, every moment that you’re with that human, that you let him…” Naomi shook her head, “Every moment that human has you saps more of your grace and changes your whole…being.”

“But I have Erelah’s…”

“Stolen grace?” Naomi chuckled, “That only lasts for so long, Castiel. And it, too, corrupts you. You know this.” She got off the bed and bent down next to him, “You’re destroying yourself, Castiel. And for what? A human?” Naomi stood up and stared down at him.

“I love him.”

Naomi lifted her foot and aimed the pointed heel of her shoe between Castiel’s legs. Slowly, she pressed down on his obvious erection, “No, you just want him.”

“And he wants me.”

Naomi laughed, “Who wouldn’t want their own angelic sex toy?”

“It isn’t like that,” Castiel protested weakly.

Naomi continued to press her foot down on Castiel as she spoke, “You’ve broken every rule that you possibly could, Castiel. Including the worst of it, killing your own. And you sit here bragging about it to me!”

“I wasn’t bragging; I was just stating the facts. I don’t see the point in lying to you, Naomi.”

“Well, you have that right, Castiel. I’ve been sent because no one in Heaven is happy with you, and they all want you punished.”

“And you?”

Naomi smiled, “I couldn't be happier about the assignment.”

“May I get off the floor?”

“No,” she shook her head. “You can stay there where you belong.”

Castiel glared at her, “How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t easy, Castiel. Let’s just say I don’t enjoy making deals with witches, but I made an exception this time.”

“A witch?” Castiel chuckled, “You had to use magic?”

Naomi stomped her foot down, and Castiel cried out but couldn’t do anything to protect himself. She slammed her foot between his legs twice more and then walked over to his head.

“You should be nice to me, Castiel. Right now, no one else knows where you are. One word from me and Heaven will be on this place in an instant, and you’ll be turned to dust faster than you can say; she imitated Castiel’s deep, husky voice, “Fuck me, Dean!”

“What do you want?”

“I want to punish you. For making a mockery of our rules, of the angels…Heaven…I’m very angry with you, Castiel. We all are.”

“Then why haven’t you told them where I am?”

Naomi bent down at her knees and traced her manicured fingernail across Castiel’s lips, “Because I was hoping to have a little fun with you first.”

Castiel tightened his jaw, “You aren’t my type, Naomi.”

Naomi laughed as she dug her nail into his bottom lip and drew blood, “You have quite the heightened idea about yourself, don’t you, Castiel? No,” she stood up, “I don’t want you for that.” I have something much less fun for you but terribly exciting for me planned.”

The look on Naomi’s face terrified Castiel, “What do you have planned?”

“I’m going to make you scream, Castiel,” Naomi smiled, “And I’m going to make you beg.”

“Naomi,” Castiel pleaded.

“Do you have any idea how bad it looks for me to have someone under my charge go off so wildly?” Naomi yelled, “I need to have my time with you before I bring you back to Heaven. All they’ll do is throw you in prison. MAYBE some torture.” She shook her head, “No. I get you first. And when I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to be punished in Heaven.”

Castiel closed his eyes in surrender, “Just kill me.”

“Oh no, you aren’t getting off that easy!” Naomi was still yelling. “I want to see you cry, Castiel. I want to hear you wail because you’re in more pain than you have ever known.”

“You first, bitch!”

Neither Naomi nor Castiel had heard Dean come in, but there he was, holding an angel blade to Naomi’s temple while he wrapped his other arm around her neck.

“Dean Winchester,” Naomi grunted annoyedly.

Slowly, Dean pressed the blade into Naomi’s head until he drew blood.

“Let him go,” Dean demanded, and suddenly Castiel could move.

The angel jumped up and put his hand on Dean’s hand, holding the blade, “Dean, don’t kill her.”

“He’d better kill me, Castiel. Because the moment he removes that blade, I’m going to kill him.”

“No, you aren’t.” In one move, Castiel threw Naomi face down on the floor and stabbed his own blade through the back of one of her hands. He grabbed the blade Dean was holding and did the same to her other hand.

“That will hold her for a while,” he winked at Dean.

“That was pretty hot, Cas,” Dean responded.

“We probably don’t have much time, Dean,” Castiel got a good look at the hunter. Dean was covered from head to toe in blood. Blood Castiel knew wasn’t his own.

Dean shrugged, “I got antsy while you were asleep.”

“You’ll both burn for this!” Naomi struggled on the floor.

“How long do you think we have?” Dean asked.

“I’m not sure,” Castiel admitted. “She seems very powerful.

Dean scoffed, “She isn’t all that. Who is she anyway?”

“My superior. One of them, anyway. She isn’t very happy with me, and I think Heaven isn’t very happy with her.”

“We’ll all be killed if they find you, Castiel!” Naomi called out.

“Well, then, I guess it’s no big whoop if we kill you, then, is it?” Dean kicked one of her feet.

“Those blades won’t hold her, Dean. We need to think of something else.”

“I vote we kill her,” Dean said matter-of-factly.

Castiel shook his head, “No, I don’t want to kill any more angels if I don’t have to, Dean.”

Dean sighed, “Cas, I’m pretty sure this calls for HAVING to kill an angel. If we don’t kill her, she’ll kill us.” Dean grabbed Castiel by the waist and kissed him hard, “And I’m not letting this dick angel kill you.”

Castiel smiled and kissed Dean back, “I’m not going to let her kill you either, Dean.”

“Good, then it’s settled.”

Sighing, Castiel nodded, “I suppose it is.”

Dean smiled, “Glad you’re on board, Cas!”

Castiel stared at Naomi face down on the floor. For a few moments, he was lost in thought.

“Cas? Castiel?” Dean waved his hand in front of the angel’s face until Castiel focused his eyes on him.

“Where’d you go,” Dean asked.

“I think I have an idea,” Castiel smiled, and Dean couldn’t help but notice the smile looked a little evil.

“What are you planning?” Dean teased.

“I have to make a statement, Dean. To let the angels know they need to leave me alone.”

“Killing those other angels didn’t make a statement?”

Castiel shook his head, “Not like this. Naomi is well-respected, even if they are questioning her because of me. No one would dare go against her…or mess with her. If someone did, the punishment would be swift and incredibly painful.”

“Mess with her?” Dean chuckled, “I like the sound of that.”

“If my legacy in Heaven is going to be as an angel killer,” Castiel interrupted himself to kiss Dean so passionately that Dean almost fell over. Castiel broke the kiss and looked down at a still struggling Naomi, “Then I’m going to make sure they never forget me.”

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“Are you sure you’re up for this, Cas?” Dean’s heart was pumping. He was certainly ready to lay waste to the asshole angel dangling in front of him, but ever since they brought Naomi to this place, Castiel had been quiet. Too quiet for Dean’s taste.

It was a small, abandoned barn, and Castiel hung Naomi from one of the lower rafters after he bound her hands with angel handcuffs. Dean chuckled at the site of her naked body dangling from the rope wrapped around her hands, her bare feet mere inches from touching the floor. It pleased him to see her obvious discomfort.

Castiel was walking around her, circling her body like a wildcat about to pounce. He glared at her while he fingered the angel blade in his hand. “I’m sure, Dean.”

“Castiel, brother,” Naomi pleaded. Her bound hands were bleeding from the angel blade piercings earlier, and her face sported fresh bruises and cuts from where Dean had some fun when they first got to the barn.

“You dare call me brother?” Castiel spat. “You’ve lost that privilege, Naomi.”

“Me?” Naomi was weak but not defeated, “You’re the one going against Heaven!”

“So then anything I do here won’t matter, will it?” Castiel asked as he brought his blade to Naomi’s throat.

“Castiel,” Naomi started to panic, “You’re sick.” Her eyes darted to a still blood-soaked Dean, who was gleefully watching everything from a few feet away. “You both are. Dean’s lost to us, but you, Castiel, I can help you.”

“Your help is the last thing I want, Naomi. Your help involves ridding me of Dean and that I won’t have.”

Dean couldn’t suppress his happiness at Castiel’s words.

“Castiel, you’re the living embodiment of why angels and humans aren’t supposed to interact…this way.”

“I don’t care.”

“I know you don’t care; that’s part of the problem. I have to bring you back to Heaven…”

“NO!” Castiel interrupted her by slashing his blade across her throat and leaving behind a thin line of blood. “You aren’t bringing me anywhere, Naomi. I’m staying with Dean.”

“Lady, you should probably quit while you’re ahead,” Dean offered. “I’ve never seen him this pissed.”

“You’re lucky your brother isn’t dead!” Naomi spat at Dean.

“You leave my brother out of this,” Dean retorted.

“Sam is safe as long as I’m around,” Castiel responded. “You’ll never have to worry about that, Dean.”

Naomi struggled weakly, wriggling around like a worm on a hook, and Castiel made another slash on her neck that made her stop.

“You must be getting tired, Naomi, hanging there,” Castiel mocked her.

“Please let me at least put my feet down,” Naomi asked.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Castiel looked over at Dean and smiled, “I told you I was going to make this special.”

Dean nodded, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“I haven’t had much time to think about it, but it’s obvious that, at the very least, I should take your grace, don’t you think, Naomi?”

Naomi’s eyes widened, “You can’t do that. If you do that…”

“You won’t be an angel anymore. Right, Cas?” Dean smiled.

“It isn’t just that!” Naomi began to wriggle again and immediately stopped when Castiel raised his blade. “You’ve already corrupted Castiel’s essence. And then he compounded those effects when he took on stolen grace.” She slowly shook her head, “If he steals my grace…” Naomi glared at Castiel, “He’d effectively be a demon.”

“A demon?” Dean looked over at Cas, “Is that true, Cas?”

Castiel laughed, “Not exactly. An angel can no more become a demon than a person can become an angel. But…” Castiel stuck the tip of his blade between Naomi’s breasts and pushed in just enough to draw blood. He then dragged the blade to her bellybutton, leaving a trail of blood behind. “It would enhance how I’m feeling right now.”

Naomi moaned in pain but didn’t move, fearful for whatever else Castiel would do.

“So, it’d be like…getting stoned?”

“I’ve never been stoned, so I’m not sure, Dean.”

“It would be worse, Dean,” Naomi offered. “An angel can’t steal another’s grace without it negatively affecting their…”

“Essence?” Dean offered the word Naomi had used.

“Castiel, you know this will change you. You’ll develop a taste for stolen grace…and you’ll never be allowed back into Heaven.”

“Well, Naomi, you’ve convinced me! I’m not going to take your grace!”

“What?” Both Dean and Naomi responded in unison.

Castiel shrugged, “I already have Erelah’s. Taking yours wouldn’t make much of a statement, would it?”

“Then what will you do with me, Castiel?”

Sighing almost as if bored, Castiel used the tip of his blade to trace one of Naomi’s nipples. She gritted her teeth as tears sprung to her eyes, and when he was done, a ring of blood surrounded the nipple and trickled down her breast. “I’m not as weak as you think I am, Naomi. Back in the motel, you took me by surprise. But now that I have you here, there is so much I can do.”

“This isn’t about Heaven, is it?” Naomi whispered.

“Was it about Heaven for you, Naomi? Before Dean arrived, you said you were going to make me scream. Make me beg…” Castiel leaned over and gently sucked on Naomi’s bleeding nipple.

Dean watched Castiel essentially nursing on Naomi in shock. It wasn’t until Naomi began to moan that Castiel stopped.

“You were upset that I left you, not Heaven. Isn’t that right, Naomi?”

Frustrated, Naomi glared at Castiel but said nothing.

“Kinda feelin’ like I’m missing a big piece of this puzzle, Cas.” Dean stepped behind Castiel and began massaging his shoulders, “Care to share?”

Castiel was returning Naomi’s glare, “She’s all yours if you want her.”

Dean laughed, “Not what I meant, angel. I mean, why don’t you tell me what the hell is going on here?”

“Naomi has feelings for me.”

“HAD!” Naomi corrected.

“Wait, wait.” Dean stood between the two angels, “I thought angels couldn’t have feelings for each other?”

“You were wrong,” Naomi whispered.

“We can’t have sex without a vessel,” Castiel corrected, “But some angels develop our version of feelings for each other.” He used his blade to chuck Naomi under the chin, drawing more blood as he licked her blood from his lips, “Angels who go against God anyway.”

“I’ve never gone against God!” Naomi protested. “My feelings for you were pure! I wanted you to excel in Heaven. You were special, Castiel, and I was helping you achieve a higher position in Heaven.” She turned her glare to Dean, “Until he came along.”

Dean couldn’t contain his glee, “So angels, who aren’t supposed to feel passion and want sex and all that, actually CAN feel and want those things?”

“I don’t feel or want anything,” Naomi’s protests were weakening.

“You like him!” Dean teased. He looked at Castiel, “Do you like her? You seemed to enjoy yourself when you were going at her tit.”

Castiel never took his eyes off Naomi as he responded, “I was imagining it was your cock, Dean.”

Dean’s smile got wider.

“They’ll find you, you know. The other angels.” Naomi warned.

“This place is warded. We’re warded.” Castiel loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to his waist. He opened the shirt and showed Naomi his tattoos, “I’m not worried about the angels.”

“I’m not warded. And I found you despite those drawings on your body.” Naomi was weakening from hanging from the rafter, “They’ll find you, Castiel.”

“No, Naomi. They’ll find you. And when they do, they’ll know to leave me and Dean alone.”

Not being able to feign strength any longer, Naomi’s body went slack, and she looked at Castiel sadly, “Then do your worst, Castiel.”

“That’s the plan, Naomi.” Castiel jabbed the tip of his blade into Naomi’s stomach, causing her to cry out. He slowly pushed it in but stopped when Dean touched the blade.

“Cas, wait.”

Surprised, Castiel stepped back, “Dean, what are you doing?”

“Cas, she’s leverage. Now, sure, I think chopping her into tiny pieces and feeding her to a pack of dogs sounds like a lot of fun…”

Naomi looked horrified, and Castiel looked confused.

“That wasn’t my plan.”

Dean shrugged, “It was mine. But anyway, torture is great, but it won’t stop those dick angels from coming for you, Cas.”

“You have a better idea?”

Dean nodded, “I do. Naomi here is gonna tell the angels that she killed you.”

“We’re going to let her go?” Castiel didn’t like this plan at all.

“I’m not going to lie for you!” Naomi got enough energy back to yell.

“Do you want to die, Naomi? And by die, I mean do you want us to spend days, if not weeks torturing you until we finally get bored and kill your ass?”

The look on Naomi’s face told Dean she didn’t want that at all.

“Good. Then we’re gonna fuck you up. Cut you, beat you, whatever we can think of. The angels need to see that you had to put up a fight. And then you call them on your angel radio or whatever the hell it is, and you tell them you got the upper hand and Cas is dead. And you don’t have his body because you incinerated him.  You had no choice. You had to make sure he was dead.”

“And you?” Naomi asked.

“Tell ‘em you knocked me out, erased my memory, and sent me on my way.”

Castiel’s eyes lit up, “This could work.”

Naomi was skeptical, “But first, you have to beat me to a pulp?”

Dean chuckled, “Well, we don’t HAVE to. But we want to.”

Castiel nodded, “This could work,” he repeated. “Naomi, you should be pleased with this outcome. Dean would much rather see you dead, I promise you.”

“And you, Castiel? Has all our time together meant nothing to you?”

“You’re a good angel, Naomi. Strong-willed, powerful, but that’s all you’ve meant to me. And now? You’re a worthy adversary. But you’re not unique, Naomi. None of us are.” He looked at Dean and smiled, “We aren’t like humans.”

“Cas, I could listen to you compliment me all day, but I’d rather get to fucking this angel up.”

“Naomi?”

Naomi nodded, “I’ll tell them I killed you, Castiel. For old-time’s sake. But please, you don’t have to hurt me.”

Dean responded by punching her in the face and watching as her body spun around from the force.

“This is gonna be fun, Cas!” Dean’s eyes were bright with excitement.

For hours, Castiel and Dean took turns hurting Naomi however they could. She was a bloody, battered, sobbing heap on the floor when they were through with her.

“How do we know she hasn’t already contacted the angels?” Dean asked Castiel.

“I would have heard it. Those cuffs bind her in more ways than one.”

“So, make the call,” Dean coldly demanded.

Naomi, her hands still bound in the angel cuffs, turned to Castiel, “When I call them, I won’t be able to control what happens. This place could be swarming with angels momentarily.”

Castiel nodded appreciatively, “You’re right.” He looked at Dean, “We hadn’t considered all the possibilities here.”

“So, are you saying we turned her into ground beef for nothing, Cas?”

“I’m saying your plan has a flaw or two.” Castiel smiled, “But I have an addendum to it that might make it work.”

Castiel looked at Naomi, “Call your contact. Get them down here now.” Castiel snapped his fingers, “The warding is gone.”

Before Naomi could respond, Dean and Castiel had both disappeared.

Naomi closed her already swollen eyes and silently prayed. After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, and before her was an angel dressed in a business suit. He looked like a sixty-year-old man, and he was visibly unhappy.

“Naomi, this is not the outcome we were hoping for.”

Still on the ground and obviously injured, Naomi was indignant, “I’m fine, thank you for asking, Kafziel.”

“You killed Castiel. You wiped the human’s memory.” Repulsed, the angel scoffed, “And look at YOU.”

Naomi looked down at herself. She was still nude, and she realized, without her knowing, that Castiel had made the angel cuffs disappear.

“How did you best Castiel in that condition?”

“He was in worse.” Naomi tried to stand but was too weak and slumped back to the floor, “Can we go back to Heaven, now?”

Kafziel slowly shook his head, “No, Naomi. We can’t.” Before Naomi could respond, he brandished his angel blade and swiftly stabbed it directly into her chest, not stopping until the tip protruded out her back.

“Such a disappointment, Naomi,” he whispered in her ear as she died. The angel used his tie to wipe the blood off his blade, “And such a waste.”

Dean and Castiel were in the front seat of the Impala in the middle of nowhere.

“What the hell was that?” Dean was energized.

Castiel was in shock, “I had to get us out of there just in case.”

“No, Cas, I mean that angel!”

“I thought if we weren’t visible, I could kill Naomi just before he brought her back to Heaven without being detected,” Castiel shook his head, “I didn’t expect Kafziel of all angels to do that. It’s not like him.”

“Yeah, well, angels doing shit no one expects is starting to be the norm, huh?” Dean leaned over and kissed Castiel’s lips. Castiel reciprocated and then broke the kiss.

“Dean, I think it’s over.”

“What the hell, Cas? We just got rid of the angels, and you’re dumping my ass?”

Castiel tilted his head, confused, “Dean, I meant the angels. I think we’re safe from them. For a while, anyway. The tattoos should protect us, and even though he doesn’t remember, Sam still has his branding.” Castiel sighed, “I think we’re free of Heaven.”

Castiel had Naomi’s blood splattered on him, but Dean was covered from head to toe in dark red blood between his kill before meeting up with her and Naomi’s blood. Some dried, some still wet and shiny. As Castiel studied him, he realized the blood was getting him excited.

“Naomi was right, you know, I am different. Permanently different.”

“Yeah, ‘cause my cum is magic or some shit.”

Castiel smiled, “You, the stolen grace…I’m being changed. I feel it. I know it. It’s…” Castiel took a deep breath, “Intoxicating.”

Dean looked through the windshield, “Well, Cas, I have no idea where we are, but I’m gonna find us a motel where I’m gonna fuck you unconscious for the next week.” Dean felt a hand grab his cock over his clothes. Castiel had slid over and pressed against Dean’s body, his hand fumbling to unzip Dean’s jeans.

Castiel licked the blood that had found its way to Dean’s earlobe, “I’m not sure I can wait that long, Dean.”

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Castiel was in heaven. Not literally, but he was as close to it as he would ever get again. He was on his back, his legs over Dean’s shoulders as Dean fucked him wildly. Dean’s face was blood-streaked, remnants of his last hunt. A legitimate one this time; he and Sam had just finished off a nest of vampires, and Sam went back to the motel to clean up while Dean took off with Castiel to burn off some energy.

All Sam knew of Castiel was that his brother had a friend who was around an awful lot and who knew about hunting. Sam was pretty certain Dean and his friend were fuck buddies, but since Dean’s mood had improved greatly since Castiel showed up, Sam wasn’t going to question it. As long as the work was being done and Dean wasn’t being a dick, Sam was happy to just let it go.

The longer Castiel was with Dean, the less angelic he was. He often helped Dean with his side hunts, killing humans for whatever reason Dean could come up with, and with every kill, Castiel became as addicted to it as he was to Dean. Occasionally Castiel would think back on his time in Heaven but a quick fuck from Dean put his former life entirely out of his mind.

Dean bit into Castiel’s neck as he came inside him, and when he finished, he rolled over so he and Castiel were lying shoulder to shoulder.

“God, you’re a great fuck,” Dean panted.

Castiel smiled at the compliment. It made him happy to please Dean.

“I have to go meet up with Sammy,” Dean got off the bed. “He already has another job lined up in Oregon, so I don’t know when I’m gonna see you again.”

The smile quickly left Castiel’s face, “Can’t I go with you?”

“Cas,” Dean sighed, “I think we should…” Dean paused, “Maybe take a little break. You know…from each other.” Dean slipped on his jeans and then checked out his reflection in the wall-length mirror.

“A break? What does that mean?” Castiel sat up on the bed. “Are you leaving me for good?”

Dean pulled a t-shirt over his head and kept his back to the angel as he finished dressing, “For good sounds so permanent, Cas. I just think we both need to step back.” Dean chuckled as he turned to face Castiel, “I mean, this has gotten a little out of control, don’t you think? I kill, we fuck. I kill, we fuck.” Dean approached Castiel and stroked his cheek, “Hell, I sliced you with your own blade the other night, and you fucking came.” He chuckled again, “I mean, it’s awesome, but it’s fucking insane.”

“You’re leaving me,” Castiel whispered.

“Come on, Cas. It’s been fun, but we are way too intense to keep up this pace.” Dean sighed, “I need a break, man. I need something new.”

“No,” Castiel whispered.

“What?”

Castiel stood up, nose to nose with Dean, “I said ‘no,’ Dean. You aren’t leaving me. I gave up everything for you. I killed my people for you. I let you corrupt me without question.” Castiel reached out and began stroking Dean’s cock over his jeans. “I let you do things to me that should never be done to anyone.”

Dean laughed, “Yeah, you did.”

Castiel stopped stroking Dean and grabbed him between the legs, slowly squeezing him, “And you think you’re going to leave me alone?”

“Cas,” Dean grunted uncomfortably. He tried to pull away but found he couldn’t move under Castiel’s grasp. “We can talk.” He leaned over and kissed Castiel while the angel tightened his grasp. Dean tried to pull away again, but Castiel held tight and, with his free hand, grabbed the back of Dean’s head and forced him into an even more desperate kiss.

Castiel pulled away and looked into Dean’s eyes, “We don’t need to talk, Dean. I know you; I know what you’re thinking. And I can see in your eyes that you’re done with me."

“Cas…”

“NO!” Castiel pushed Dean hard enough that he slammed into the wall and slid to the floor.

“Castiel, what are you doing?”

“I love you, Dean. I LOVE you. And you’ve changed everything about me, so now I don’t even know who I am anymore if I’m not yours.” Castiel walked over to Dean and reached out his hand, pulling Dean to his feet. He slammed Dean against the wall and got in his face, “Who am I, Dean, if not yours?”

“Cas, I don’t know what to say,” Dean was still playing it cool.

“There is nothing to say now, Dean. I know whatever you say will be just to placate me, and you won’t mean it. Unless you’ve changed your mind and you don’t want us to separate?”

Dean didn’t respond, but the look on his face told Castiel he hadn’t changed his mind.

“Then I have no choice, Dean.” Castiel stepped back, never taking his eyes off Dean.

“Cas…you’ll be fine without me,” Dean tried to turn on the charm. “I’m obviously no good for you.”

“It’s okay, Dean. I WILL be fine. But I won’t be without you.”

“Wait…” Dean was silenced by Castiel placing two fingers on his forehead, rendering him unconscious.

Dean woke up slowly, his head feeling like he’d been on a week-long bender. Face down on a pillow, he realized he was in a bed. One that was soft and incredibly comfortable. When he tried to sit up, the chains tethering his arms and legs to the bed pulled him back down. The ball gag in his mouth muffled his attempt at calling out. Dean tried to struggle against his bindings to no avail.

The snap of a switch caused the room to be bathed in light. He turned his head to see who turned on the light and felt the weight of a steel collar around his neck. He could barely lift his head, but he could see the person standing in the doorway: Castiel.

“You’re awake,” Castiel walked toward him. “Good.” The angel looked around the room, “I hope you like it. It’s exactly like a room I saw in one of your movies that you watch online.” Castiel tugged at Dean’s neck. “I also went shopping.”

Sitting beside Dean on the bed, he stroked Dean’s naked back. “These chains, that gag, even your collar. All from a store on the highway that has very poor lighting and always smells like…” Castiel chuckled, “sex.”

“Mmph!” Dean tried to yell through his gag.

“Dean, you really have changed me,” Castiel stopped his hand at Dean’s ass and slid a finger inside the hunter. “I thought I wanted nothing more than for you to take me, use me, own me.” As he spoke, Castiel inserted another finger and then another as Dean groaned in pain. “But that wasn’t enough for you. OR it was too much. Either way, you tried to discard me.” Castiel sighed sadly, “Dump me, as you humans say. But Dean, you forgot one thing. Regardless of your hold on me, I’m not the weakling you think I am.” Castiel chuckled, “I mean, I AM still an angel.”

Castiel leaned over and whispered into Dean’s ear as he rammed his entire fist into Dean’s ass, “And I’m more powerful than any being you’ve encountered.”

Dean helplessly grunted as Castiel fisted him.

“You can’t get rid of me, Dean. I won’t let you. If I can’t be yours…you’re going to be mine. Forever.” Castiel moaned, “And I can make forever last as long as I want.”

Dean grunted again and tried to pull away from Castiel’s fist. Castiel used his free hand to press Dean’s head down into the pillow.

“Don’t worry, Dean. Soon, you’ll be like I was, and this?” Castiel’s movements in Dean’s ass became more violent, “You’ll be begging for this.”

As Castiel continued to fist Dean, the hunter could feel something in him responding. If he were stronger, he’d get off that bed and teach the arrogant angel a lesson he’d never forget. But he was weak and didn’t much feel like fighting. He spread his legs as much as his bindings allowed, giving Castiel easier access. Maybe tomorrow, he’d feel like fighting. Maybe tomorrow, he could convince Castiel that he had made a mistake. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll be able to slash the angel’s throat and get on with his life.

But for now, he was at Castiel’s mercy, and Dean just didn’t feel like fighting it.