HELLBENT

Author's Note: Remember, this is a sequel to Sexy Dice, read that first if you wish to catch up.

CHAPTER 1: Anniversary Kidnapping

Short chapter

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It has been two years since the Winchesters stopped the Apocalypse. Two years of enjoying the happiness of a normal, apple pie life. Dean and Cas are really living it up with their careers in Allentown Pennsylvania. Dean has moved up to a building inspector at his job in the construction industry, which is a pretty good pay. And Castiel? Well, he's been promoted to head chef at his restaurant. Work is good, but it will never compare to the great times they spent together with Sam, Bobby and Gabriel.

Sam lived out in Strasburg Pennsylvania, he'd always go visit Dean and Castiel during the Holidays, and on the weekends in the summer. Sam worked as a mechanic, while on the side he studied online to fulfill his dream at becoming a lawyer.

Bobby too had retired from hunting, wanting to live his life to the fullest with the boys. Every now and then he'd fly over and spend a day or two at a motel while he visited them.

As for Gabriel? To be honest, after taking over Michael's place in heaven, his brothers and sisters had kept him very busy over the passed two years. It was difficult for him to spend free time with the Winchesters. Especially with Sam. Whenever he had the chance to, he'd always be called back to heaven with more problems to deal with. There were some days when Gabriel ordered not to be bothered by his brethren.

Particularly on this special day.

... In Heaven ...

In a white office room, seated at his glass desk, was Gabriel, going over some plans for his little brother's surprise anniversary party. He stared down at the blank piece of paper before him, sighing with irritation. He's been very distracted lately, of course, with the wide variety of problems going on since locking Lucifer and Michael into the cage, all of Heaven had gone haywire. The Angels were lost, with no idea what to do without the guidance of Michael, and it wasn't making it any easier for Gabriel. But that wasn't the only problem he was going through, but half of the angel's refused to follow Gabriel, they preferred Raphael to command Heaven. They pictured Gabriel as a traitor who abandoned his brethren for the Winchesters just as Castiel did. This was causing a feud between Gabriel's followers and Raphael's.

If Gabriel fails to resolve this issue, Raphael's followers may rise and declare war against Gabriel, which wouldn't be good. For one, they're first target would be the Winchesters. Secondly, Raphael would do anything possible to release Michael and Lucifer from their prison and restart the Apocalypse.

It's not easy being the boss.

Gabriel leans back against his chair, stringing his hands through his hair, trying his best to rid the thoughts of the possible scenarios and tried putting his mind into Dean and Castiel's anniversary. Last year he booked them a week vacation to Paris. But this year he wanted to give something far more special, he just couldn't think of what he should get them. Gabriel slouches forward, lightly bumping his forehead on the table a few times with a groan. Then it hit him, that the only way to clear his mind is to leave Heaven. Not for good, no, maybe for a few hours or so. He had to do something besides being cooped up in this room all day. So Gabriel has decided, it would be best to give Sam a little visit, and ask for advise of what to get for the anniversary party. The archangel rose from his seat, but before leaving, he gazed down to his current attire of a navy blue business suit. Gabriel quickly changed into clothes he's more comfortable with at just a click of a finger, now in a plaided shirt with a light jacket layered over and a pair of faded blue jeans. Satisfied with the new look, Gabriel vanishes into thin air.

He reappears outside an automotive repair shop in Paradise Pennsylvania, a few miles from Sam's place. It was around seven o'clock in the morning, still early for this part of town, but Sam is an early worker. Gabriel makes his way to the front of the shop where he comes upon an open garage. Inside he spots the one person he came to visit. He sees Sam coming out from a room at the back, wearing a white, grease stained tank top, his overalls were held up by the sleeves that were wrapped around his waist, they too were stained with oil. Sam's very skin illuminated with sweat and dirt, revealing every detail of his muscular structure. Gabriel seemed quite amused to see his lover all grubby from his hard work.

" Sam..." Sam stopped in his tracks as he acknowledged his name. His gaze turned toward Gabriel. " Has anyone told you that you look super sexy all greased up?" Gabriel said aloud with a smirk.

Sam smiled brightly, completely surprised to see the archangel, " Gabriel? What are you doing here?" he asked.

Gabriel gave a shrug as he replied, " Things got a little boring upstairs, so I thought I'd come down for a visit."

Sam chuckled, taking a cloth from his back pocket to wipe the grease from his hands and face. He then walks up to the angel and pulls him tightly into his embrace. It has been quite a while since the last time he saw Gabriel. Sam missed him very much. " It's good to see you."

Gabriel returned the hug, closing his eyes as he inhaled the man's scent. He missed his lover just as much as he did. " You too."

When they pull away from one another Sam tells his boss that he was taking a break, then he and the archangel head to the cafe just across the street from the shop. They take the seats next to the window, ordered a cup of coffee when the waitress came by, and talked. " How's everything going in Heaven?"

" Not as easy as I thought it would be... some angels think I'm unfit to command Heaven and vote that Raphael take the position instead." Gabriel explained.

" That's bad right?"

" You've no idea... if Raphael takes command, the first thing he'll do is release Michael and Lucifer from the cage... I can't let that happen.." Gabriel then takes a sip from his cup. Sam was taken aback with surprise by this news. He's never personally met Raphael, but from what Dean and Cas had told him, the archangel sounded like he can be one scary son of a bitch.

" Can't you just cast him out?" Sam suggested.

Gabriel shrugged, " If it were that easy, I would've done it already..." he glanced down to the cup in his hands, he began to fiddle his fingers around the rim of the mug, then added, " I'm wanna try dealing with this in a more peaceful manner... Heaven is broken as it is, I don't want to make it any worse that will end up starting a war."

Sam stared at the angel with sympathy, all this stuff Gabriel's going through must be taking a toll on him. Sam reaches out and takes Gabriel's hand into his own. The angel peered up to the younger Winchester, seeing a small smile appear on his face, " You can get through this, Gabriel... You need to be strong, don't let this stuff with Raphael stop you from doing what you think is right..."

Gabriel shook his head with a chuckle, " You really amaze me, Sam... you find the right words to say that always brings ease to my mind." he implied.

" That's what I'm here for."

" Thanks..."

After that, they ordered breakfast and began talking about the surprise party that he, Sam and Bobby were planning for Dean and Castiel tonight.

... Meanwhile, in Allentown Pennsylvania ...

Dean wakes, fully refreshed as daylight beamed passed the windows of the master bedroom. The ex-hunter stretched out his body with a yawn, gazing at the clock to see the time. It's almost seven-thirty. He has work today, but before getting up to get ready, he panned his gaze toward Castiel who was cuddled up against him. Dean smiled at how peaceful he looked as he slept. This is what Dean loved the most, to wake every morning with his lover beside him, wondering what he dreams about. Back when Castiel was an angel, they'd see each other in their dreams, and spend those times without any worries of the world. In some ways, Dean missed those times alone with his lover.

He laid there watching his husband sleep for what felt like hours. But he needed to get up now. He leaves the bed quietly to not disturb the other man, and goes into the bathroom. He takes a quick shower, gets dressed, then heads downstairs to the kitchen. Dean starts off with a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. After that he cooks up a bacon, egg and french toast breakfast, all placed on a tray for Castiel. He brings the tray up to the bedroom, laying it atop the night stand next to his lover. Before finally leaving for work, Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel softly on the cheek.

" I love you." he whispered, then withdrew from the room.

Not long after Dean left did Castiel wake. He was welcomed by the aroma of freshly made coffee, he sat up to find the tray of food beside him. In the middle was a note with his name written neatly on it. Castiel takes the paper, it was in Dean's handwriting, it read.

Good morning, my angel. Left early for work, enjoy your breakfast and I'll see you when I get back. I love you.

Castiel smiles cheerfully, putting aside the note then moves the tray onto his lap, he grabs the remote and turns on the television, watching the news while he enjoyed his meal. He was glad that today was Sunday, since it was the only day he had off from work. Ever since he became head chef, the business has been booming, everyday the restaurant would be packed and it kept Castiel extremely busy. It was good to be able to stay in bed, rest his feet and do whatever he wanted for the whole day. Once he finished eating, he took a hot bath for fifteen minutes to relax his still aching muscles. After that, he got dressed and decided to take a walk.

As he exited the house he gazed to the sky, admiring what an excellent day it was, it is the perfect weather to be outdoors. Castiel makes his way down the block, bidding good morning to his neighbors he passed by. He arrives at the super market, Castiel felt that he should cook something very special for Dean tonight, perhaps some Struffoli, Dean's favorite dessert. Castiel has made it several times before whenever they had guests at their home. He just needs to pick up the ingredients in order to cook it. He grabs a basket when he entered the store, then heads to one aisle to get the first supplies he needed. A container of sprinkles, and a bottle of honey. He moves to the back of the store where they sold other pastries. Stepping toward the counter he asks the young woman who works there for a pound of dough. Before moving on to pay for everything, Castiel also added a six pack of beer, a box of raisin bran cereal, milk and, of course, a raspberry pie to his batch. Having everything he needs, and paying at the register, he was out in no time.

As soon as he got back home, he laid the bags on the counter, and started putting the supplies away. Then, unexpectedly, Castiel had an uneasy feeling wash over him. The atmosphere condensed around him. His chest heaved with anxiety, sensing as if someone, or something was watching him. He looks behind him into the living area, but sees nothing. From the corner of his eye a shadowy figure suddenly rushed by in the hallway. Castiel whips his head to that direction, he felt a new fear welling up inside him. Castiel remained rooted to the spot. The sound of footsteps were coming from upstairs. Castiel had to will himself to ignore the mounting fear and reached for a knife. He cautiously sauntered into the hall, his gaze shifts to the top of the staircase. Taking a deep, nervous breath he made his way up. A thought at the back of his mind was telling him not to go, telling him to leave the house and call Dean. But his old warrior instincts were telling him otherwise.

Castiel first checks the guest rooms, then the restroom, leaving the master bedroom last. The air felt more and more thicker as he drew closer to the room. Castiel's anxiety intensified again, raising the knife, then poked inside. His eyes darted around in search for the intruder. The room looked empty. Castiel looks to the closet, he stretches out his hand, his fingers gripped at the handle. His heart beats against his chest wildly. He swings the door open, ready to slash away at who or whatever it is, but halted when he finds nothing was in there. Castiel sighs in relief, he believed his mind was only playing tricks on him. Possibly from over working himself.

The moment he closes the door he is suddenly grabbed from behind. His screams were muffled from the black sack that covered his head. Castiel tries to fight back, but the intruder was much stronger. He threw his weight side to side, doing all he can to get out from the invader's grip. The attacker trips forward, pushing Castiel into the closet door, breaking it with their combined body weight. Castiel is lifted off his feet and is swung around. Castiel quickly catches his footing and throws himself against the invader, this time the intruder slammed into the wall. He raises his leg against the wall, kicking off with all his strength, hurling them to the other side of the room. The attacker grunted as he crashed into the night stand, and they both toppled to the floor. Castiel continued his effort but then he felt another pair of arms grab at his legs.

" Hold him tighter, will you!..." the first intruder uttered.

" I'm trying!... he won't stop kicking!" the other retaliated.

" It would be much more simpler if you just did this." a third voice said, and it was the last Castiel heard before being knocked unconscious.

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The loud chatter of workers, revving of truck engines and banging of hammers reverberated around the construction site. Out on the curb by the foundation was a trailer, where Dean stood with fellow workers, going over some paperwork. Being a building inspector, Dean is responsible for examining the building to make sure that the construction conforms with the building code, to confirm that the process is done properly, safely, and legally. He helps point out flaws that needed to be fixed to make the foundation safe for residents to live in. The workers always enjoyed Dean's company, since most of them were close friends of his or lived in the same neighborhood he did.

" Hey Dean, you up for a guys night out?" His closest friend Jeff asked.

" Sorry man, I'm staying home with Cas tonight. It's our anniversary." Dean replied.

Jeff raised his brows with surprise, then said, " Really? that's great... how long has it been now? two years, right?"

" That's right."

Behind them the trailer door swings open, " Winchester, you got a call..." Dean peers over he shoulder to the manager, " It sounds urgent..." the manager added, Dean narrowed his eyes with confusion.

He goes inside and takes the phone from the manager's awaiting hand, " This is Dean Winchester... Yes, what is it Mrs. Johnson?" Bethany Johnson is the elderly lady who lived right next door to Dean and Cas. " Mrs. Johnson, please slow down..." Dean listened closely as she explained everything to him. Dean's eyes slowly widened with alarm, the phone slips from his grip and he bolts out of the trailer. He ignored the worried hails from his co-workers as he hopped into his pickup truck and sped off without saying a word.

After the call from Mrs. Johnson, Dean wanted to get to the house as fast as he could, the thoughts of anything that may have happened to Castiel raced in his mind. The possibility of him being either hurt, or worse, brought great anxiety to Dean. He spins the steering wheel aggressively to the left and the truck responded as it skids to the side, now heading down the main road. He sped through red lights and stop signs, determined to get his house.

By the time he arrived, there were three cop cars parked in front of the house. Dean comes to abrupt stop, he climbed out the truck and raced to his front door.

He is stopped by an officer, " Sir, you can't be here."

" I live here." Dean affirmed. The officer nodded, letting him pass. Dean rushes inside, he paid no attention to the officers in the kitchen or living room, his aim was to get to the bedroom where he last saw Castiel. The moment he entered the room, Dean felt like his heart dropped to his stomach. The room was a mess. The night stand had been smashed, the lamp shattered to pieces, the closet door broken, and there was a crack on the wall.

There were two inspectors in the room with him, one of then went up to Dean, showed him his badge, then said, " I'm detective Travis Walker, are you Dean Winchester?"

" Yes..." he answered.

Travis nods, then ganders to a photo atop a dresser beside them, " And the man living with you, he's your-"

" My husband... just tell me what the hell happened... please."

Travis sighs, " Your neighbor, Mrs. Johnson called in about a disturbance in your house... She told us you were at work and believed someone may have broken in... The officers found no signs of a break in, but there was definitely a struggle..." he explained. " Now I have to ask, was your husband home at the time?"

Dean balled his fists tightly with outrage, choking back his tears as he replied, " Yes, he had off from work today... are you telling me that he was kidnapped?"

" It's possible, but we found no fingerprints to indicate it, which means that the kidnapper was probably wearing gloves." the detective reached into his pocket and pulls out a card and pen, " Do you mind giving us your number, and if we find out anything we'll give you a call."

" Sure..." Dean takes the pen and card, he writes down his cell phone number, and hands it back to inspector Walker.

Two hours and a mountain full of questions later, all the officers left, with whatever evidence they could find. Dean stood by the bedroom window staring at nothing in particular, trapped in thought. Who could it have been that kidnapped Castiel? Angels? Demons? Monsters? Sam and Dean are well known enemies to all three. But whoever or whatever took his husband, Dean is surely gonna make them regret it. No one fucks with a Winchester. Was Dean gonna sit back and let a bunch of cops, who are completely unaware of the supernatural creatures that walk this earth, look for his lover? Not a chance, Dean was gonna take this into his own hands. But he won't be able to do this alone. Dean pulls out his phone and calls Sam.

" Hey Dean, what's up?" Sam said when he picked up.

" Sam, I need your help... Cas was taken..."

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I'm pretty excited about this, i hope you enjoyed the first chapter. let me know what you think and I shall continue. until then, later ;)