Dean stormed out of the house and down the creaky wooden steps, his boots crunching through the gravel with a satisfying sound. He dug around in his pocket, yanking out the keys to his baby. He was seething. He couldn't believe-

"Dean!"

Dammit. He turned to face Cas, the Impala's door already open.

"What do you want, Cas?" he asked gruffly, ready to swing into the Impala, impatient to leave.

Cas trained those piercing blue eyes on him. "Wait. Don't go."

Dean scoffed and slammed the door, incredulous. "You expect me to wait after what you just said?!"

Cas looked hurt. "All I said was I liked you as more than a friend, Dean."

"I'm not gay!" Dean said in complete denial, a fiery look in his eyes.

"I never said you were." Cas replied so softly it was almost a whisper.

And with that there was a slam of the Impalas door, with the soft rattle of the heater turning on.

Carry On my Wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done, Lay your weary head to rest, Don't you cry no more.

Two Years earlier

Dean was tied to the cold, blood-damp rack again. He heard those dreaded footsteps that he could recognize at any time of day or night. The steady thu-thump, thu-thump.

Alastair touched the back of Dean's neck, making shivers run down his bare back, whispering into his ear. "Dean, my favorite beast, tell me how much you love me," he cooed.

"Alastair, p-please just go," Dean begged, arching away from the cold breath, the icy touch.

"Oh baby I ain't leavin you till you give me what I want,"Alastair hissed, making Dean cringe, a half-sob torn from his throat, remembering thirty years of torture that came before this with no end in sight.

"And what would that be?" Dean asked trying to be strong for his Moose.

"Honey you know exactly what I want." Alastair said cackling.

"No. No. No." Deans voice got progressively louder until he was screaming, his raw voice echoing around Hell.

Alastair thrusted his cold body against Deans warm one. He groaned loudly, his erection getting harder as he thrust into Dean. Dean started sobbing. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Him and Sam were supposed to be fighting Wendigos, and Women in White, and-. He was cut off by Alastair, grunting and thrusting harder and harder, until he came inside Dean.

Alastair stood up, patted Deans cheek, and said "Same time tomorrow," then left.

Walk out the door, just turn around now cuz you're not welcome anymore