Before you read this story, please understand this. The characters and their personalities are as realistic as possible, although I am not completely going with the story line. This is a rape story. Its powerful, Castiel is hurt emotionally and physically. Dean also suffers. I know it's gonna start off really rough but trust me, the story will get better.

Lighting struck across the sky in El Paso, Texas, followed by a loud boom of thunder. Despite the storm, it was quiet at the Montana Motel; only having one room occupied for the night. Inside the room were the Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam, and the angel of Thursday, Castiel. Having recently returned from a hunt against a vampire nest that was harassing a family, they were exhausted from their "adventure".

"Man, that nest was a pain in the ass." Dean groaned as he prepared some ice for his dislocated shoulder.

"Hold your shoulder still." Sam sighed. "On the count of three; one, two"-

*Pop!

Dean yelled at the immediate pain but quickly calmed himself down by placing the ice on the swollen joint.

Castiel sat on one of the two queen sized beds, watching the television that sat on a small shelf. Today felt completely off. First the three were constantly being attacked by various groups of monsters like vampires and demons; then the angel radio had been silent for about a week now. He decided to hang around the Winchester brothers for fear that a new apocalypse may be taking place and that they would be in danger once more. He was also afraid that he was being hunted since he hadn't been able to contact his brothers and sisters up in Heaven or here on Earth.

"You know, it's storming pretty badly out there. I think I might go check on that family and make sure they are taken care of."

"Seriously Sam, they're fine; I think they can handle a terrible storm like this. Doesn't it always storm out here in El Paso?"

"Still, I was expecting a call after they dealt with the police but they haven't contacted me."

"Yeah well maybe their power went out."

"I'm gonna go check, they don't live very far anyway. I'll call you if there's any problem."

Sam grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door.

"Wait, Sammy! Damn it!" Dean muttered a few choice words, and then walked over to the kitchen to pull out a bottle of whiskey. He then pulled an empty glass from one of the cupboards.

"May I join you?" the angel appeared behind him.

"Sure," Dean pulled out another glass and set them on the table along with the whiskey. The two sat across from each other, and Dean poured the whiskey into both glass without saying a word.

Castiel immedietely chugged his portion and nudged Dean for another glass.

"Is everything alright, Cas?" Dean poured another glass for the angel; then he drank some from his own glass.

"Things have been quiet lately; that is why I chose to stand by you and Sam. Something could be going on that we don't know about yet."

"So you were following us for a week because you were worried about us? Aw, that's so sweet of you." Dean grinned.

Castiel downed his second glass and sat back. When he looked at Dean, his vision had suddenly been affected greatly. This was not right; he had his grace back, how would two glasses of whiskey affect him?

Dean finished his glass and suddenly grabbed his head.

"Ugh, I guess I can't handle my alcohol like I used to."

"Are you finding your vision, blurry?"

"Yeah," Dean looked at the angel. "Wait, are you feeling dizzy too?"

Castiel nodded.

"What the hell," Dean grabbed the bottle and sniffed inside. "Did someone put some drugs in this? Room service wasn't supposed to come in, we had our 'do not disturb' sign." He sat down the bottle and slapped his hands over his eyes, leaning on the table. He remained like this for several minutes.

Castiel decided Dean needed help getting to bed. He slowly got up, trying not to startle the hunter, and then made his way over to the other side of the table.

"Dean, let me help you get to your bed so you can rest."

Dean did not respond.

"Dean," Castiel lay his hand on his shoulder to shake him. Without any warning, Dean stood up and grabbed the angel's arm, then slammed him against the wall.

"Dean, are you okay?"

The hunter maintained his grip on his arms, and used the other hand to grab Castiel's face and leaned in. The angel stared into his bright green eyes, not sure of the hunter's intentions. He didn't move however when Dean suddenly pressed his lips against his own. Castiel didn't move, frozen by this surprising action. He could feel Dean's tongue playing in his mouth; he had never experienced a kiss quite like this before. When the kiss was broken, Dean moved his lips down his neck and began unbuttoning his t-shirt.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Castiel tried to push the hunter gently, but he wouldn't budge. He pushed even harder but still, Dean was stronger.

"Dean, stop it!" Castiel managed to push the hunter off. He immediately regretted his action when he saw a look of anger on Dean's face, and he grabbed his tie, throwing him onto the bed.

Castiel was scared; Dean was much too powerful, but he couldn't sense anything possessing him. Was his grace getting weak?

Dean straddled himself over the angel's hip and took off his shirt. He then ripped Castiel's tie off as well as the shirt, not caring that the buttons broke.

"Dean, you're under a spell of some sort; snap out of it!" Castiel tried to fight him off.

Dean pinned down his arms and went in for another kiss; it was sloppier than the first one. When their lips parted, Dean trailed to his left nipple and bit it hard.

"Hnnngh," Castiel bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. "Dean, please…stop."

The hunter didn't listen; he continued to violate his nipple by licking and at the same time trailed his free hand into the angel's pants.

Castiel jumped; this was definitely something he had never experienced before. Dean finished playing with his nipple and was now focused on his penis which was forming a bulge in his pants. He then ripped off the pants to reveal the erection, and began stroking it. When Castiel tried to stop him, Dean simply used his other hand to pin his arms down once again. He breathed heavily; it felt so good but he knew it was wrong. Men don't normally do these kinds of things do they? He knew Dean was under some sort of spell and he had to find a way to stop it. But he was too strong, and it felt so good, he didn't want him to stop.

"Dean…" it was the only thing he could manage to say as he felt himself getting closer and closer…

"Dean, I'm gonna!"-

*Squirt

He came all over himself and Dean; it was an absolute mess on the sheets. Castiel lay on the bed, exhausted from what just happened; but Dean wasn't done. He pulled down his own pants and spread apart the angel's legs.

At first Castiel was confused; he didn't know what he had planned on doing next. He figured it out too late however when Dean was hovered over him, and he felt his penis shove into him. Castiel screamed out in pain, trying to push him away.

"Dean, it hurts, please stop; this is wrong!"

He began to thrust fast, not giving the angel a chance to loosen up. This whole thing hurt like hell; he didn't want this, any of this. When he couldn't push him off, he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck to cope with the pain and prayed that this night would be over quickly. He could feel a few tears streaming down his cheeks. All he could hear was Dean's soft grunt and his screaming voice each time Dean pushed in. When his prostate was hit, he screamed even louder; Dean pulled his hair to hold his head back to allow Castiel to scream more. It was like he enjoyed hearing Castiel in pain, something the 'real' Dean would never do. They were close friends, they cared about each other. But this, this was not something that he would do to him. Despite how real it felt, Castiel knew it had to be a dream; a really horrible dream.

As the thrusting got faster and faster, Castiel could see the room begin to fade. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stay awake.

Dean suddenly started making loud grunts and his hands tensed around the angel's arms. Castiel knew Dean was about to come inside of him, but he was too exhausted to even do anything about it. He finally gave up staying awake, and blacked out.