Hey guys, here is the first part of my sequel to 'Break Down the Walls.' This will make more sense if you read it; although this is a story in itself the other one will set the scene and let you know about Cas' background. I do not own Supernatural or the song lyrics which inspire each chapter (sadly.)

I have decided to carry on with the Destiel ending as I must say they are an awesome pairing, so if you don't like Destiel, don't read this!

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my older brother, who would have been 20 years old today. I am sure, like Dean, he would have made an incredible older brother if given the chance.

Anyway, here is the scene setting chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - Are You With Me? – Sixx:A.M

Well have I judged a book by how it's bound?

Am I lost or am I found?

And are you with me?

Are you with me now?

Come back from the dead,

You've been inside your head for too long.

Are you with me now?

Find the places that scare you,

Come on I dare you,

Are you with me?

Are you with me?

The years they took their toll,

And all the things I can't control,

Come back to haunt me now,

Almost taunt me now.

What's left to be afraid of?

We found out what we are made of,

And we've come this far,

We both have the scars.

Cas woke early the next morning and panicked when he felt something wrapped tightly around his waist. With a start he sat bolt upright, only to realize that nothing was tied around him, pinning him down. No, it was Dean's arm.

"Whoa, hey Cas, you ok?" Dean blinked blearily, reaching for his knife which was resting under his pillow. He had kept it hidden from Cas, deciding that it could have been a bit of a passion killer when they were about to make love.

"Yeah, Everything is perfect now, because…because of you Dean. You saved me." Cas looked down at his hands briefly and began to fiddle with the edge of the bed, he still wasn't really used to the whole relationship thing, although to be fair it had only officially started the night before.

"Well of course everything's perfect because of me, I'm awesome!" Dean's humor immediately cheered Cas up and he playfully slapped Dean on the shoulder.

"Hwy, just because we're in a relationship doesn't mean you get to beat me up!" Dean shot Cas a mock wounded look before leaning in and kissing Cas' cheekbone, followed by his smooth lips. Cas responded enthusiastically, allowing Dean full entry and tilting his head back to groan in pleasure.

"You are so god damn sexy when you have bed hair like that." Cas looked up playfully at Dean with bright blue eyes and ran a hand through his hair, which was sticking out at all angles.

"Not now Dean, I for one am starving and need to wash."

"Hygiene freak."

"Um…Smelly freak!"

"I do not smell. This is what a real man smells like."

"What…whatever, I'm washing." Cas pushed back the covers and swung his legs out of bed, gasping slightly when the stab wound in his abdomen made itself known, and it wasn't a friendly reminder, more of an 'OI, I'M HERE, DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME!'

"Hey Cas, take it easy man. You can't move around so quickly!"

"You weren't so concerned last night!"

"Whatever." Castiel grimaced in pain but relaxed when he felt Dean wrap his arms around Cas' chest, pulling him into a bear hug and kissing the back of his ears before nibbling tenderly at the back of Cas' neck.

"At least let me check your bandages Cas."

"I'm fine Dean, anyway we need to meet Sam at lunch, we can't stay in bed all day, and anyway laziness is a sin."

"Well so is lust and I'm lusting for you right now…so we're even, unless that makes us both sinful beings."

"Whatever Dean." Cas turned and placed an uncertain kiss on Dean's freckled cheek, aware that he was only wearing boxers and a bandage, before turning to the bathroom.

"Oh, Cas!"

"Yes?" Castiel turned and tilted his head a little, wondering whether Dean was going to attempt to get him back in bed again.

"There's been a slight change of plan, Sam isn't coming up here to meet us, we are going to head over to … to meet up with Bobby. He's found me and Sammy a hunting job and he'll take care of you while we're out." Dean saw that Cas was about to protest so interjected him. "Don't worry, he's a great guy. A little rough around the edges but his heart's in the right place and he'll make sure you're alright. He's the one who dealt with your brother."

"Can't I come with you and Sam? You can teach me to be a hunter." Dean took a few seconds to formulate a believable answer.

"Not this time, it's a bear that's gone rouge, real dangerous and you are injured. We don't need you getting knocked about when you are still healing. "

"Sam's hurt too! He got shot for me."

"Yeah, well he's used to it. End of discussion Cas, I'm sorry but you are staying with Bobby and that's final. I'm not gonna leave you there; I'll be right back in less than two days…probably. He's been like a father to me and Sam, you'll like him."

"Fine." Cas couldn't help but feel a bit resentful and bitter but knew that Dean had his best intentions at heart, but that didn't stop him from disappearing into the bathroom so quickly that Dean didn't get to apologize further.

"Shit."

When Castiel finally emerged, steam billowing out behind him as he left the bathroom, fully dressed and giving a very uncertain smile, well a twitch of his lips really.

"Sorry Dean, of course I'll stay with your friend. I'd do anything for you."

"Well, let's start of with a kiss then." Cas' cheeks flushed but he allowed Dean to push him against a wall where they began to kiss each other deeply, Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's broad shoulders and not pulling away until Dean did.

"Right then, breakfast then we need to hit the road."

"You and your food."

"You calling me fat?" Dean gave a mock offended look before throwing a few random poses and his blue steel pout, causing Cas to really smile. They then headed down to breakfast where Dean ate a huge slice of apple pie and Cas picked at a bowl of fruit. Does anyone around me eat properly? Sam lives off salad, Cas lives off fruit, it can't be healthy!

The car journey over to Bobby's was uneventful, with Dean singing Lynard Skynard and Castiel staring out of the window, looking over at Dean on occasion and being rewarded each time with a reassuring smile of a squeeze of the leg.

When they finally arrived outside Bobby's cabin Castiel looked ready to do a runner, there was something about the run down exterior and the overgrown garden that reminded him of the cottage.

"Dean, please, I…"

"Don't judge a book by how its bound Cas, Bobby's great. Sometimes you've just got to face the places that scare you man. C'mon. Are you with me?" Dean extended one of his battle scarred, calloused hands and took Cas' hand, gently leading him forward and pulling him close to his own side so Cas felt safer. When he felt Cas freeze he placed a small peck on his jaw line, which seemed to snap Cas out of it.

"Ok, I'm with you. I guess we've come this far anyway."

Castiel hovered slightly behind Dean on Bobby's porch whilst the hunter rapped four times on the door, which swung open. Before Cas knew what was happening both he and Dean had been doused in what seemed to be water.

"Bobby!" Dean let out a low hiss, usually he would protest that he wasn't a demon, but he could hardly do that in front of Cas, so instead he began to laugh over enthusiastically.

"Hey Dean, sorry. Thought it would be funny but I kinda forgot that you have an extra. You must be Castiel?"

Cas wiped a strand of damp hair out of his eye line and stared at Dean in disbelief. Dean was really going to make him stay with this mad-man. For a start he looked like he could snap Cas in half with one hand, for a second thing he stank of beer and for a third, he was clearly raving mad. There were symbols painted on the walls, salt lines by the doors and windows and it looked as if the man hadn't dusted in decades.

"H-hello." Cas tried to make himself as small as possible by hiding behind Dean, but this didn't really work considering Dean was now giving Bobby a brief but strong hug.

"Well ya gonna stand there like a lemon all day?" Cas didn't bother to respond, instead following Dean inside, scooting around Bobby and avoiding eye contact.

"Heya Sammy." Dean perched on the edge of the armchair which Sam was sitting on.

"Hi Dean, I've just been doing some research." There was something in Sam's tone that Cas couldn't pick out but before he could glance at the screen of Cas' laptop its lid was being shut.

"So how have you two been?" Sam hadn't missed Dean's euphoric post-sex smile and allowed himself a small smile. It was clear that Dean was smitten with Castiel, even if he was a few years younger. They do say that age has no influence on love.

"We're good, aren't we Cas?" Castiel tilted his head as if he wanted to say that he was anything but good at that moment in time, but instead he conceded with an almost silent yes.

Bobby then entered the room with four beers in hand, chucking one to Sam and Dean before passing one to Castiel. He couldn't believe that the boy was still hanging around with the Winchesters, they didn't usually do baggage but by the looks of things he and Dean had gotten close. Dean spent his life drooling over busty blondes and brunettes but maybe he batted for both sides. Dean and a boy, a terrified boy with a lot of issues. And a pretty, big-blue-eyed boy at that, who knew?

"You gonna sit down boy?" Cas was about to protest that he wasn't a 'boy,' but didn't protest, instead giving a signature tilt of his head in acknowledgement before settling down on a wooden chair.

"So then boys, when ya gonna head out?"

"Now's good." Dean could see that if he left things any longer then Cas would try to talk him out of leaving and besides, he had a poltergeist to hunt. They had taken over a week off hunting now and there was not point delaying the inevitable. He and Sammy would have to return to hunting soon and they were somehow going to have to tell Castiel, or send him away somewhere else. However, Dean knew the latter was not an option. Cas needed him, trusted him and loved him. There was no way in hell that Dean was going to abandon Cas now that he had just begun to let his guard down. It was clear that Cas was still shaken from what had happened, even of Bobby and Dean knew that leaving him to fend for himself would destroy what little progress they had made.

"Yep, time to hunt some…" evil sons of bitches, "bears." Dean gave Sam a little shove to let him know that he was serious about leaving right then and his younger brother stood up, picking up the two fully packed duffels that he had sorted out that morning.

"Coming Dean, Seya soon Castiel."

"Sam, Dean, I…" Cas was shut up when Dean pulled him tight to his chest and squeezed his shoulders gently.

"You'll be fine. Two days, I promise." Cas went stiff, feeling that Sam and Bobby were exchanging looks of disbelief. The both knew that something was going on but Dean was never really one for public affection, deeming it too chick flick and here he was initiating a hug in the middle of a room full of his family.

However, when he realized that Dean wasn't going to let go until he was certain he was ok, Castiel returned the embrace with awkward, fumbling arms.

He then watched as Dean pulled away and walked out of the door without looking back, knowing that if he did the look on Cas' face would be soul destroying.

After the familiar revving of the Impala Bobby turned his attention to Castiel, who was perched on the edge of the sofa as if he was about to take flight.

"You alright boy? Ya look like y've seen a ghost or summin."

"I'm fine thank you sir."

"Sir? I aint no sir, Bobby's good enough for me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it, I won't do it again." The familiar words slipped past Cas' lips like second nature and he winced a little, realizing just how much he was at this strangers mercy.

"I'm really not going to hurt you lad, I might look big, bad and ugly but my barks worse than my bite, not that I want you telling those Winchesters that!" Cas didn't know how to respond so instead he gave a slight nod and uncurled himself a little to show that he was listening.

"That's better. Just think, I was the one who sorted everything out with your brother and all that, I'm sorry about what happened to you though, no-on deserves that!"

"Thank you."

"huh?"

"That is the correct term isn't it?"

"Well yeah, I wasn't asking for thanks though, I just want you to loosen up a bit." Cas tilted his head, thinking that he was being a lot 'looser' than normal but he didn't bother commenting, instead taking a small sip of his beer. He didn't want to drink much; he still regretted his last escapade with that liquor store, but at the same time he didn't want to be rude.

"That's better, anyway, shall I show you to your room, it's nothing much but I gave it a quick spruce up." Cas nodded and stood, glad to be able to walk off some of his nervous energy. He just wanted to leave, for Dean to come back and take him hunting with them. Basically, anything but this, but here he was walking up some creaky wooden staircase, trying to take in all of the strange symbols on the wall.

"What are all those paintings?" Curiosity won over Castiel's fear for a moment, although he immediately worried that he had overstepped some invisible line, as well as a salt one.

"Ever heard of modern art?" The look on Castiel's face showed Bobby that he had not, and he was glad, at least Cas was so naïve that he would be able to explain the symbols away as some sort of post-modernist expressionism or something.

"Yeah, it's kind of like graffiti, but in the name or art. You express yourself with it…" or you stop demons and other sons of bitches from getting in, or out.

"Oh, I like them, I guess. They're quite attractive really."

"Thanks."

Bobby wandered down the landing and opened the door to his guest bedroom, which usually housed Sam and Dean. He had cleared out all of the spell books, and the diaries of various hunters, which were now stashed in his own bedroom in a precarious pile which travelled halfway up the wall.

"So, this is you." Bobby gesticulated in the general direction of the room and chucking one of Cas' bags onto the double bed and giving Cas an encouraging smile, which Castiel hesitantly returned before perching on the edge of the bed.

"Anyway, I was gonna put some stew on for dinner, are you alright with that?"

"Yes, that's perfect. Do you want me to help you?"

"Sure, just don't get under my feet to much eh." Castiel didn't pick up on Bobby's sarcastic sense of humor and thought that maybe he shouldn't go down and help, but Bobby beckoned for him to get off the bed and come back downstairs.

Soon they were both preparing the meal, Cas working on the potatoes whilst Bobby attacked a piece of lamb with the sharpest knife he could find. Cas recoiled away fromo the potatoes every time he heard the sharp metal hitting the chopping board, a fact which Bobby didn't fail to notice. The sense of a hunter were sharp, sharper than the nine inch blade he was holding.

"I've done the potatoes." Bobby was about to reply with a request for Cas to do the carrots when he sliced his own thumb. Bobby swore loudly and gasped.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Bobby looked down at the blood which was gushing from the deep gash on his thumb.

"I am not kidding you." Castiel looked completely baffled wondering whether he had done anything wrong. Then he saw Bobby, with his face screwed up with what Cas assumed was rage, brandishing a blood covered knife.

Castiel felt panic rising, suddenly Bobby's face morphed into Lucifer's and Cas waited for the pain to come, stumbling back a few paces and tripping up over one of the wooden chairs, hitting his head hard against a kitchen cabinet and curling up into the smallest ball possible. He was vaguely aware of someone talking to him in a low, comforting voice and for a moment he assumed it was Dean, but then he remembered that Dean had left him behind.

"No, please don't. N-no, I'm sorry. So sorry, please don't…" Bobby stared as Cas began to plead for his life in a mantra that seemed all too familiar to the boy. It was as if he had memorized the chant from using it so many times, a thought that made Bobby feel sick. He had faced damn-near every monster out there but it was the idea of a human doing this to another human that made him feel truly sick.

"Hey, it's alright. Castiel? It's me, Bobby. Lucifer isn't here; no one is going to hurt you. CASTIEL!" Cas didn't seem to be able to hear him, instead rocking his body back and forth, sobbing harder and attempting to shield his head and chest from the blows that were surely going to rain down on him.

"Please don't. I won't do it again. I won't. I won't. I won't. Please don't hurt me!"

"I won't hurt you. Relax, you need to breathe Cas." Castiel was shaking with the effort that it was taking for him to breath, no matter how rapidly or deeply he panted he didn't seem to be able to get enough air into his lungs.

Bobby saw that Castiel was hyperventilating and forced himself to get a grip and do something, grabbing a paper sandwich bag and reaching forward to attempt to give it to Castiel. However Cas cringed away from Bobby's hand and let out a strangled cry, finally fainting and slumping to the ground when a wave of dizziness washed over him. With a sigh Bobby grabbed a cloth and wrapped it around his thumb beforescooping Cas' tiny, crumpled form up, carrying him up to bed and lying him down in the recovery position.

For a while he debated tucking the boy in, he did look ridiculously vulnerable after all but that would be, as Dean called it, too chick-flick so instead he pulled up the blankets and threw them over the boy, deciding that this was the least sissy option. He then perched on the edge of the bed and waited for the boy to wake up, which he did a few seconds later, although to Bobby it seemed like hours.

Castiel was pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, his eyes were wide but he looked less distressed than earlier.

"You feeling any better?"

""Yes, I, um sorry."

"No problem…woah there, settle down. You just went and passed out on me, relax a bit. I'll bring up some dinner for you; do you think you'll be alright?"

"I'm fine, I didn't mean to, you know."

"Don't worry about it. Just get some rest." Bobby turned and walked back down stairs, God, I thought that looking after the Winchester kids was a handful when they were young, this is a whole other ball game. How on earth am I meant to deal with this?

Sam and Dean pulled up outside an old office block, quickly checking the address that Bobby had given them earlier. Sam nodded that they were in the right place and put down the tabloid newspaper that he had been reading.

"29 Year Old Female Jumps From Roof…Did A Stressful Office Job Lead Her To Go A Step Too Far?"

"This is us, ready?"

"Let's kick some ass Sammy boy." Both brothers exchanged a sarcastic grin before grabbing their duffels and clambering out of the safety of the Impala…

TBC

So there we are, as I am sure you have guessed, this hunt will not go smoothly and Cas will eventually come to the rescue, as he always does…although I may well have to put my boys through some trauma first ;) I hope you liked it. Reviews are pretty much the only thing that keep me going, so you know what button to press in order to make this day slightly more bearable xxx

Also, please check out the first part of my two shot, 'A Better Father.'