When Dean became conscious the first thing he noticed was a massive headache. He didn't remember ever getting back to the motel, last night. When he opened his bleary eyes, it looked like the same striped wallpaper to him. He tried to think back to the night before. He remembered that they were hunting some sort of witch. His face and chest felt like it was sunburned, and he had heartburn from hell. He wasn't feeling so well. He still couldn't remember.

Suddenly, Cass was right there beside his bed, looking down on him.

"Your awake," he said. Thanks Mr. states-the-obvious.

"I found both you and Sam in a bar, unconcious on the floor. I brought you back here, before the police could be called.. Oh, and I wiped the witnesses' memories."

"Thanks Cass," Dean said, as he tried to slowly sit up, but he quickly realized that his head started spinning as soon as it became even slightly vertical. So, he gave it up as a bad idea, and relaxed back into the bed, staring up at Cass.

"Wait, how did you know we were in trouble," he asked, clearing the whisperiness from his voice.

Cass just shrugged, and wandered over to the mini fridge. He opened it, and pulled out one of Sam's bottled waters. "Here," he said, handing the bottle to Dean. He struggled to get up again.

After a few seconds of watching Dean struggle, Cass decided to help him up. He placed one hand behind his back and gently pulled him all the way into a sitting position, then handed him the water, and backed up, remembering talks about appropriate space.

Dean had felt tingling in his back when Cass had helped him up. He didn't pay it any mind, as he twisted the cap off his drink. When he looked up at Cass, the angel was looking at his right hand with a curious facial expression.

"What's wrong Cass?"

Another shrug, "It is nothing."

Did he feel the tingling sensation when he had touched him through his shirt? Whatever. It was such a stupid thing to dwell on. He looked over at the other bed, and saw that Sam was still unconscious.

"He's still alive, right?"

"Last time I checked."

Dean continued to stare at his brother, thinking that his position didn't look comfortable, at all. He tried pushing his hip sideways, so that he could lay straight on his back, instead of lying at a twisted angle. At least Cass had thought to cover them with blankets. As he uncrossed his brother's legs, Sam groaned. His eyes flickered open in the next minute.

"Welcome back to the word of the living. Water?"

Sam glared up. Dean knew very well that sitting up would be painful, so he did Sam the favor of helping him into a sitting position, before offering a fresh bottle he got from the fridge.

"She got away, didn't she?"

"Unfortunately,"

"How did we get here?"

"Cass," Dean answered, throwing a thumb over his shoulder.

"Thanks, Cass,"

"We have a slight problem," Cass commented.

"Yeah, besides failing our hunt," Dean asked.

"Yes, besides that."

"Yeah, well, what's that?"

"I can't leave"

They both stared at Cass.

"Great, well, are you out of angel juice, or something?"

Cass paused for a moment, thinking, "No, I just can't fly off."

"So, essentially, your wings are clipped," Dean complained, "What the heck could cause that to happen?"

"I don't know."

Those three words were never good coming out of an angel's mouth. It kind of frightened Dean. He knew that Cass was a very busy angel, and rather spend most of his time off somewhere else, fighting other angels. It occured to Dean that maybe this had something to do with that witch they cornered the night before. Maybe she wasn't a witch. Why would a witch possibly want to trap an angel?

"Okay, well, first I need breakfast, and maybe some of that pink stuff or something. Man, does this heartburn suck! Then, we need to hit the books, because I have a feeling that that that thing last night may have been a wolf in witch clothing."

The boys had woken up way late, so most places were serving lunch by then. Dean had no idea what he wanted, so Sam ordered first. He ordered a greek salad, and after a while Dean ordered the same.

"What," Dean asked, when Sam raised a questioning eyebrow, "maybe it'll help with the heartburn."

"And what would you like?" The waitress looked expectingly at Cass.

"Nothing."

The waitress walked off like she was offended that Cass was parking it, without ordering. The Winchesters discussed over their breakfast, the clues to the case, so far. They had come into town because there were a few murders in the area. In fact there had been ten deaths in the past week, all domestic violence or suicides. It seemed that a lot of people were shacking up too. When they had walked into a diner for breakfast, they had noticed that almost every table was filled with couples, and families. You could tell that some relationships were relatively new. The newspapers had said that it seemed that a lot of people in town had been bitten by the love bug. Old high school sweethearts were looking each other up, and new lovers were meeting. The suicides happened when the love wasn't returned, and on occasion there were murders when people found infadelity. They had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with a charib, untill a certain pattern emerged. Everybody who had been affected by the lucky in love spell had gone to the same diner.

They checked to see if it was something in the food, but the things everybody was eating varied. So they started interviewing all the staff. They didn't find anything suspicion on the first round of interviews. They asked if anybody was acting suspiciously, and nothing panned out.

One of the waitresses said, "No, nobody has been acting suspicious. Everybody's great here, especially Mandy." She had waved at Mandy, and the girl smiled back. When they asked around about Mandy, everyone had nothing but nice things to say about her. It was almost as if they worshipped the ground she walked on. They soon found out that Mandy had only been working there for about a week, right when the euphoria stuff started happening. They thought she was a witch putting love charms on people, thinking that she was being helpful, a real Aphrodite.

When Sam, Cass, and Dean had got back to the motel, Dean looked up sirens, again, but it didn't exactly fit. The witch, or whatever she was, had been beautiful enough, but she hadn't been making men fall in love with her, she was making people fall in love with each other. The weird thing was that not everyone ganked each other. Quite a few married couples were renewing vows, and some were getting very civilized divorces. It was a mystery. Sam looked up from his computer, a couple hours later, and said "Aphrodite."

"You think it's a greek god?"

"It fits," said Cass, who was watching t.v., "Aphrodite is suppose to be the mother of all sirens. I saw you look that up earlier."

"She doesn't seem evil. Why does she want you trapped, here, Cass?"

"I don't know."

"Can you track her down?"

"No, I'm stuck on foot, same as you guys. She's already skipped town, anyway. I can sense her presence, but only if she's close."

Later, in the evening, Cass did leave to meet with some of his soldiers. Dean felt the need to lay down while he was gone. The heartburn, which had gone during breakfast, was back with a vengeance, and his muscles began to ache.

"Oooh," Dean groaned, "I think I'm coming down with something."

Sam looked over at his brother, worried, as he curled up into a fetal position. "You want me to go get you something for the flu?"

"Yep."

As Sam slipped on his jacket Dean said, "And some pie?"

Sam laughed, "Okay, pie too."

Sam took a long time getting back form the store for medicine, and pie. Once he got out on the road, he got distracted. Some little voice told him to go elsewhere. Cass got back before Sam, and he had to walk back from where ever he was meeting his subordinates. Cass was sweating when he entered the door.

"Angels aren't suppose to get sick." Dean commented.

"I know. One of my soldiers told me that there's something inside me. She can't remove it. I'm guessing that the same taint is in your soul too."

"I'll pass on the cavity search right now though, I'm in enough pain as it is."

"Okay."

"Move over," said Cass, as he approached Dean's bed.

"What? No. Go lie on Sam's bed."

"I said, move over."

"I said no, Cass. Guys don't share beds."

Cass sighed, and asked, "Is your heartburn gone?"

"No," Dean admitted, but his muscle aches were easing a bit, and he was able to straighten out his legs on the bed.

"I have an idea on what this is, but you need to move over, so that I can lie next to you."

"Fine," he permitted, grudgingly as he moved back towards the side next to the wall.

Cass removed his jacket and shoes before hopping onto the bed. He lay down sideways, facing Dean. When he readjusted, for comfort, his arm "accidentally" brushed Deans. When that happened Dean noticed the same tingling sensation from this morning, except it was more intensified. Dean also noticed that his chest pains were noticably better, after the small contact, so he reached out, and touched Cass on the arm. All his pain had gone, so he removed his hand from Cass's bicept.

"That's weird. What's going on?"

"I need to ask you a few questions first," Cass replied.

"Okay... Shoot."

There was a small pause. When the silence continued, Dean realized that he had to clarify his response so that the angel understood.

"I mean that you can ask me your questions, Cass."

"Oh. Thank you for clarifying on the word shoot."

"No problem... So..."

"These questions are going to make you feel uncomfortable, and you might object to them, but I want you to answer them as honestly as you can."

Another pause, as Cass tried to use his words, "You are attracted to the female gender, and the female gender, only, correct?"

"Yes."

Another pause, and then, "I know that you consider me a friend, and claim me as a kind of extended family. Is there anything else that you think of me as?"

"Uh, I guess, I do rely on you too much sometimes. So, I guess that that means that I expect you to protect me. Your my savior. You pulled me out of hell. But that's all... Are you ready to tell me what your thinking, because those are really weird questions."

"Aphrodite is not a true god, of course, but I don't know what she is, to tell you the truth. She is suppose to be a daughter of purgatory, but I don't think that she's only Eve's. Whatever she is, she tagged you with love. I'm not only stuck on earth, but attached to you, Dean."

"Your not saying what I think your saying, right?"

"I can read souls, but not minds. You'll have to give me more information, if you want an answer."

Dean sighed, and said, "Are you saying that Aphrodite shot us with love arrows."

"Not exactly. She's not a cherub. This tagging is suppose to bring out feelings that are already there, or lead you to someone who is a match for you. Aphrodite's powers don't make you feel anything that's not already there."

"But I really don't play for that team," said Dean.

"What team?"

"The male on male stuff, Cass. I don't go for that."

"Well, Aphrodite hit you guys with a hard dose. So it doesn't matter what 'team' you play for. We do have a bond, even if it's just a brother at arms kind of bond. Aphrodite brings people together. That's all. Sam got hit by a high dose too, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was looking for his match right now."

"Instead of getting me my pie, he's out there looking for booty call, in my car?"

"Afraid so."

"How do we reverse this thing, and set you free?"

"There's two ways."

"And they are?"

"We can wait for the love sickness to wear off. If the bond isn't consumated, it fades."

"Consumated? Aw, gross," Dean declare, while he shot out of bed in outrage, "Can't we gank the bitch so her spell dies?"

"No. It's not a spell, exactly. Like I said, she tagged you, and in consequence, me. The bond is already there. The power that's making us sick if we're apart lies in us."

"I'm all for waiting for it to wear off then," said Dean.

Cass got off the bed and stood in front of Dean. He was in his personal space, again. Just as Dean was about to remind Cass about his little social etiquette problem, he felt a hand behind his head. Before he could react, Cass's lips were being crushed into his. Dean shoved him back.

"Get off, man," he shouted.

Before Dean could pull entirely away, he grabbed his hands, and pinned them to his chest. He pulled at his hands, but damn that angel strength, Cass wouldn't let go.

"Let go, man," he growled.

"I can't wait that long," Cass responded.

"How long does it take?"

"Days maybe weeks. I can't wait that long. My people are dropping like flies, and I had the smaller army, to begin with. Untill I find a weapon to win this war with, I am needed to prevent unnecessary casualties."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, your needed for bigger, more important things, but I just can't, Cass."

"You will try! For me. If you can't then I won't hold it against you," Cass told him. When Dean looked up into the taller man's face, he was searching his eyes, trying to show his sincerity.

"Well, if we're going to try this," Dean said, trying to swallow down some of his disgust, "We should buy some porn".

"Okay," agreed Cass.

Dean gentle tugged his hands as a signal to Cass to let him go. When he was released, he walked around him to grab the television remote from the nightstand. When he turned on the tube, he quickly flipped to the lower channels, to find the movie channel. He chose "Adult movies" from the selection, and then picked "Lovely Asian Beauties". He looked at the bed, thinking that he should probably sit down, but then he knew that Cass would be sitting right next to him if he did. He had a hard time imagining how he would be able to sit next to the man while watching porn. He couldn't even contemplate what they had to do in order to get Cass on his merry ol' way to war. His adams apple bobbed, nervously.

Cass watched Dean. He had nothing but sympathy for the man. His vessel, Jimmy, had no leanings toward men either, so he could kind of understand what was going on in Dean's head right now. Cass had trouble understanding human emotions, sexuality, social etiquette, and figures of speech, but he also knew that he would have to take the lead in some of this stuff. As Dean would say, he had to "wing it". He walked forward, and fit himself between the bed and the wall, untill he was standing near the headboard, across from Dean. When he sat down on the bed, he stared straight ahead, not at the t.v., but below it, waiting. Finally, Dean took in a big breathe of air, and sat down next to Cass. Their arms barely touched. Cass looked at the porn video, constantly aware of the other man's tension. Minutes passed, as Dean tried to forget everything, and just watch the video. For a few seconds at a time, he could focus in on the bouncing boobs, and the babes kissing each other, but then he would come back to reality, and tense up again. This wasn't working.

"Uhm..."

Dean tried to speak, but the words wouldn't form. His mouth was too dry.

"Yes," Cass encouraged in that monotone.

"Do you.. Do you think we should touch?"

"Yes," Cass said, getting nervous on the inside. He guessed that nervousness could be contagious.

Cass continued to watch the television for a little while. He was watching the way the people in the movie touched. "Caress," was the word that came to mind. He looked at Jimmy's memories of moments with his wife. He closed his eyes, and lifted his hand from his thigh, and transfered it to the closest of Dean's legs. Jimmy's memories told him that the touch was platonic, but he had used the gesture to ask for his wife's consent, to move on to more intimate things. He slowly rubbed Dean's leg in soothing, circular motions, staying by his knee. Eventually, Dean lowered his hand onto Cass', and Cass kept it still. That one simple contact made the appendage in between his legs twitch. Dean dragged the hand up the arm, and to his shoulder, and back again. For the first time since he took the form of Jimmy Novak, he regretted wearing long sleeves. He wondered what that touch would feel like on bare skin. Cass loosened his tie, and pulled it off over his head. He then began to unbutton his shirt, button by button. He didn't put on a show, because he didn't know how to strip tease.

"Uh Cass," Dean said, "what are you doing?"

"It's only the shirt don't worry," he said, as he pulled the shirt from his belt.

"Okay."

Cass wanted Dean to trace his fingers up his arm again, but didn't know how to ask. He didn't want the man to freak out. He was already skittish. So he kept silent, and Dean didn't touch him again. He was just staring at his chest, but Cass didn't think he was actually looking at him. He seemed to be contemplating something. He let him think.

Dean looked up into Cass' face and said, "I think your beautiful Cass".

"That's just the vessel," he responded.

"No. That's not it at all. When you were temporarily kicked out of Jimmy's body, it shocked the crap out of me. I was kind of scared. Not only because you were gone, and I thought I would need your protection, but because I was scared for you. I missed you, and I was left wondering if you would ever be able to come back. It's different when Jimmy's behind the wheel. It's in the eyes. Your beautiful."

Cass looked back at Dean. He didn't know the words to fit to the feeling inside him, but he felt good. After a moment, Dean asked, "Why'd I say that?"

"It's Aphrodite's influence. It's what was in your heart, so you said it."

"Oh."

His adams apple bobbed up and down as he thought some more, "I think I would totally be into you if I was a homosexual."

That's when Cass thought it was safe to make another move. He place his right hand on Dean's face, looking him in the eye. He gave Dean a minute to contemplate what he was going to do, in case he decided to pull away. Again, he was drawing on Jimmy's memories. When he kissed Dean he marveled at how such a simple act made him feel... amazing. He went on the body's instinct, putting his tongue in Dean's mouth, ever so slightly, hesitatingly tasting his mouth. Cass thought that Dean tasted sweet, and delicious when it didn't taste sweet at all. It was just the word that came to mind, for some reason. In fact, Dean tasted a little like the whiskey he had been drinking out of his flask earlier, when he had been doing research. Soft was the next word that came to mind, and that one was more true. The inside of his mouth was pleasantly soft.

Ever so gently, Cass lay back on the bed, pulling Dean on top of him. That's when it snapped, the spell, or whatever it had been. Aphrodite's influence no longer affected their actions, as Dean began to kiss back, exploring Cass' mouth in return. It grew more passionate, as Dean placed his hand behind Cass' neck.

Cass wondered why Dean wasn't stopping. He had felt his own chest relax, as Aphrodite's influence released him. Cass was just thinking that maybe Dean didn't know that the spell was broken, when he pulled back from the kiss, and put a finger over his lips.

"I want this," Dean confessed in a whisper, "I need this".

"Okay," Cass rumbled back. His army could wait a little while longer. He was going to enjoy this, whatever it was, with his Dean.

Dean took the oppurtunity to strip his own shirt off over his head. He then went back to kissing Cass, as he unzipped the man's pants. The kisses turned to quick, nipping kisses. Cass found that he liked it when Dean bit his lips like that. When he tried to pull Cass' pants off, not everything was going as planned. He stopped kissing, to see what the hold up was.

"I hate belts," Dean declared, as he slowed down to unfasten the belt from around Cass' waiste. He didn't particularly care for the waiste in question, because, lets face it, it was a man's waiste, but he wanted the pants off so that they could get to the fun part. When he finally got the pants off, he crawled all the way back up the man's body so he could make out with him again. This wasn't the confusing part. Making out with a man or woman, was essentially the same. Tongues, teeth, and lips, it felt so good! When he reached down south, he ran his hand up from the balls to the tip of the head and back again. For a split second, he had a thought that it was so weird that he was touching another man's balls, but did it anyway, because he remembered that it felt so good when it was done to him. He gave Cass a few more strokes before he started kissing down his neck, and across his chest. When Cass' cock was about to touch the bottom of his jaw if he continued down the trail, he stopped.

He hesitated, staring at it. Then he put it in his mouth, and swirled his tongue around it. He was shocked that he kind of enjoyed having a cock in his mouth. He gave it two strokes with his mouth, then pulled away. He stared at it again, scared and confused about what he had just done. He had pre-come in his mouth. It tasted better than a woman's juices, but the gooey texture he couldn't get use to.

"You can stop if you want to," Cass said.

Deans head snapped up to look at his face.

"You don't have to do this. You can stop this if you want to," Cass repeated.

"Does it feel good to you?"

"It doesn't matter what I feel. If you want to stop, you should."

Dean, put his face right in front of Cass', and said, "Of course it matters. Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, it feels so good," he admitted with a sigh, and he was surprised at how true that statement was. He knew it was more than just the physical aspect of it. Somehow, he knew his emotions were giving it all that extra Mmph. He knew that these feelings were something special... Was this love?

Cass' confession was all that Dean needed to make the decision to continue. Even though all these feelings were scaring the crap out of him, he knew one thing: it made him happy to know that Cass was feeling good. Dean stripped off his pants, and boxers. He then started stroking Cass' cock again, as he started to lick and suck the fingers of his other hand. He had done anal once before, in Wisconson with this freaky girl who would fuck anybody new who came to her teeny tiny little town. He prepared Cass as gently as possible. He only hoped that spit would work for now. He really couldn't go shopping for lube this late in the game.

When Dean entered Cass' body, he moved real slowly. When he started his second thrust, Cass gave out the tiniest of gasps. "I'm not hurting you, am I," Dean asked.

"No," Cass answered. As Dean continued to thrust in him, he mentally changed his answer to 'sometimes', but he didn't say it out loud, because he knew that Dean was doing the best he could to be as gentle as he could. So Cass lay back, and took the pleasure with the pain.

At some point Dean groaned an "Ohh, Shit."

He took that explitive as a sign that he was enjoying himself.

Soon after, all movement came to a halt, then Dean said, "Oh man, I can't. I have to.."

As understanding dawned on him, Cass put his legs behind Dean's pulling him in, as permission to finish. With three quick, and maybe not so gentle thrusts, his lover spilled his load into his ass.

When Dean looked down he noticed that Cass was wet with pre-come but still hadn't finished. He ducked down quickly between his legs, and began his work. His arms hooked under his legs and up the man's sides. Cass' hands clenched in the blankets as Dean sucked, and swallowed down his cock. When Cass started to reach his peak of arousal he started making some interesting sounds, and he started unintentionallly thrusting into Dean's hot, moist mouth. Dean brought his elbows inward, to trap Cass' thrusting hips between his arms. He didn't want to choke, as the hot semen spilled over, and down his throat.

Dean rested his hot, sweaty head on Cass' stomache, as the latter gasped to catch his breathe. Dean kissed up and around Cass' stomache. It was something he did sometimes to the girls, as a way of thanking them for a good lay. Cass heard the Impala seconds before Dean, and then Dean was scrambling around, hurrying to get dressed. Cass just had to will his clothes on and then they were.

"Jerk," commented Dean, but then he flashed the man a smile, and a wink to show that he was joking.

As Sam entered the room, Cass blinked out.

"Glad to see we're not keeping hostages anymore," Sam commented, " so I guess the spell wore off."

"Yeah, it did," Dean lied, avoiding eye contact, turning off the television which now showed the movie genre screen.

A sea green voltswagon beetle pulled off the curb of the highway a few miles outside of town. Inside the car sat a lanky blonde woman. She had a smile on her face while she congradulated herself on a job well done. Her name was Aphrodite. She was the daughter of both the christian God, and Eve of purgatory. Unlike all her half brothers, and sisters, she answered to nobody. And only she knew why her spell had worn off in the middle of the action. She had forced Dean to see what was truly in his heart, which was mostly loneliness. She knew that forcing Dean to have sex he didn't want wouldn't be an act of love, so she hadn't pushed him that far. Her influence was suppose to release when he wanted it for himself.

Aphrodite was pretty sure that her father would dissaprove of her match making this time. She didn't care. Angels don't fall in love easy. Since they don't procreate, her father had not created them with a great need for love, so she was happy that she could help those two along. Dean, and Castiel needed that little break, even if confusion and heartbreak came after. Dean needed some one strong to fall in love with, so that he would know that not everything he touched died. He was not a son of Death, just born in a tough fate, and destined to have a tough life. Cass needed to know that he had loved Dean all along. He would probably need that love to hold onto on the tough road ahead.

On to the next place. This time she would choose her couples more carefully. She had only let those ten people kill each other, or themselves so that she could lure the Winchesters into town. The dead ones would get their just rewards, on her island or in heaven as is their choice. She was also happy that Sam had finally gotten some, even if he had missed the entire point of the excercise. The most important thing about Molly Skeiner was that she was with child, and the Winchester/Campbell line wouldn't end with these two knuckle-heads. That child had both a great, and terrible destiny.