How Many Is Too Much?

by ChaosComix

The Winchesters and Castiel are on a typical witch hunt where everything goes wrong. In other words, a typical witch hunt. The difference this time is Dean gets hit with a curse resulting in three different Deans with equally different personalities, and Cas gets hit with a curse of his own. Cas/Dean/Dean/Dean

1. Chapter 1

A/Ns: (Very late) Birthday Oneshot (turned multi-chapter) present for itwasarobotheeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaad on Tumblr. Sorry it's taking me so long to write this...

Unbeta'd because I just want to be finish this thing and it's late enough as it is. Using male pronouns for Castiel (even though Castiel has no gender) because it's easier and far less confusing for writing purposes.

WARNINGS (for next chapter and thought I would give you a heads up in case you don't like any of these): dominant!Cas, wing!kink, foursome M/M/M/M, voyeurism, women's underwear!kink, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, inappropriate use of grace, self-cest (kinda?)

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Chanting fills a dark room, and the only lights come from lit candles from the robed individuals lost in their quiet murmurs. A young man struggles in vain against the table he's chained and strapped to. He calls out for help as tears stream down his face, but his cries fall on deaf ears. The ones surrounding him are focused solely on the words of the chant. One member steps forward with an intricate, curved blade in hand towards the altar where the sacrifice fearfully awaits. The chanting grows louder and the one bound to the altar screams out, begging for help and to be released.

As the leader makes his way to the table the room lights up brightly from a sea of different candles that line the back wall. The victim manages to move his head just enough to see that he's been completely stripped of all of his clothes and the room around him has been painted red over the stone walls. Hooks on chains loom just above him and the crowd of robed figures close in around him slowly blowing out their candles as they approach.

A gust of wind blows through the room quickly causing the light of the candles to blow out as the leader lifts the blade far above his head. Their victim only screams louder now only being able to plead and pray out to someone who will likely never help him. Some of the chanters stutter their words, some stop completely, and others only chant louder. When only one candle is left, the leader drives the blade down at the man on the table before him.

The cries of the sacrifice fall quiet as the last candle flickers out.

"Witches, again? Really?" Dean practically shouts as he pops the cap off of a bottle of beer from the six-pack he bought no more than ten minutes ago. He was hoping to savor them after a job well done, but with the word 'witches' already in the air, he decides he's going to need it now and something stronger for later. Taking a swig of the cheap liquor calms his anger slightly, but not enough to keep from his grumbling, "I friggin' hate witches."

Sam rolls his eyes, but immediately returns their attention to the screen in front of him, "We know Dean. You say this every time we're hunting witches."

Dean throws his younger brother a glare, "Well, I do alright? Wait. What do you mean by 'we'?"

Seeming more interested on the information on his laptop, Sam continues scrolling through the information before him rather than look at Dean when he answers. "Yeah, well, they're not exactly witches this time. It's more like a bizarre cult. There's some group that took one too many cues from Michael Ford."

If Sam did look, he would notice that he's only confusing and aggravating Dean further. "Who? And you didn't answer my-"

Before Dean can finish, Castiel interrupts him as he steps far beyond what Dean would call his comfort zone. "He was the one who founded Luciferian Witchcraft."

Dean jumps back at the sudden appearance of the angel, "Geez, Cas." Then he turns to give Sam an annoyed look, "You meant you and Cas."

Sam shrugs without looking at his brother, clearly already aware of the glare he's getting from Dean. "He showed up while you were out."

"Clearly." Dean returns his focus to Castiel. He gives up waiting for anything else to be said and sighs as he walks over to one of the beds. Dean takes a few more drinks from his beer before placing it down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed. "Luciferian Witchcraft? So… Devil witches."

The younger brother huffs a laugh as he continues what Dean can only assume is research. Castiel on the other hand, has taken it upon himself to sit on the other bed opposite Dean with the usual somewhat serious expression the angel seems to constantly mask his, or rather the late Jimmy Novak's face. "Not quite."

Sam notices that Castiel isn't planning on elaborating on the subject, so he jumps in to get Dean up to speed, "They focus on the 'Left Hand Path' of magic. It centers on the Devil, the Adversary, the gnosis of Fallen Angels, and…" Sam shifts uncomfortably as he clears his throat in an attempt to conceal the last words, "sex magic."

Dean's eyebrows nearly reach his hairline and isn't sure what part of that to point out first. "Huh."

Turning in his chair, Sam faces Dean and shoots him one of his classic bitch faces, "Go ahead. I know you want to."

Apparently Sam knows exactly what Dean was going to bring up first, if the way he shakes his head says anything. He's not surprised when Dean finally responds, "Sex magic? Really?"

"Yes, Dean, but more importantly fallen angels. That's why Cas is here. This seems to be bigger than we originally thought." Sam gets up from his chair and goes over to take one of the beers Dean had brought back from earlier. He's decides he's going to need one if he's going to keep his older brother on topic.

"Huh," Dean repeats and stares at the angel sitting in front of him before he smirks. "Is that true Cas? I never thought angels and sex magic would go hand in hand."

Castiel glowers at Dean and his crude remark, "Fallen angels, and as much as I loathe to confirm the matter, it is true."

Dean chuckles lightly and although unphased by Castiel's ire, he refrains from pointing out that Castiel wasn't a fallen angel himself that long ago and Dean couldn't even get the angel laid in 'a den of inequity.' "Alright, alright. Don't get your feathers in a bunch. So we're up against 'not-witches,' and we need the big guns on this one. What else?"

Disregarding all of what he assumes are derogatory comments, Castiel tries to keep things on track and not fuel Dean's joking. "We need to remove any and all threats this group may cause."

Sam can already tell where Castiel is heading and tries to soften the blow a bit before both Castiel and Dean want to level the group and the whole place to the ground. "It's possible not all of the members know what is actually going on, and the group might disappear entirely if we deal with their leader. There might be a few other nut jobs, but the less we have to take out the better." Sam knows it's a long shot that it's only the leader behind the murders, but he highly doubts that everyone is actively involved.

This isn't the first and it's highly unlikely that this is the last time Sam is going to stick out his and everyone else's neck to save everyone he can, but Dean keeps telling himself that they need to think more realistically on the matter. "And how the hell do you propose to do that?" Dean's clearly annoyed, but in these situations it's never really directed towards his brother. He won't admit to the jealousy he has over the care and consideration that Sam seems to show these monsters over that of his own brother either. Instead he bottles everything up and misdirects his anger when he finally can't take it anymore. "You want to walk up to the door and ask them which ones are the horrific, cult worshipping assholes and which ones are the slightly less horrific, cult worshipping assholes?"

Dean's misdirected anger seems to have hit home as Sam's face twists to match the anger his brother holds in his own, "It's called research, Dean. We should check up on all of them before rushing in without any clue what's going on. We should be doing that anyway honestly."

Now that he's arguing, Dean can't stop, "In the meantime, we just let these douchebags carry on with their little after school projects?"

Sam knows that Dean is right on some level. The murders will undoubtedly continue until they finish the job, and they have no idea if any of the others will pick up where the previous ones left everything, but if Sam gives Dean any leeway on the argument he knows Dean won't stop until he's won. "We have no idea what they are capable of! If we run in guns blazing without any clue of what we're up against we could end up just as bad off as the victims!"

He hates the fact that his younger brother has a point, but Dean's just as stubborn as Sam and refuses to let up. "I thought you said they weren't witches. What do we possibly have to worry about some devil worshipping, sex crazed nut jobs?" Dean smirks when he thinks he's finally gotten the upper hand on the dispute, "Besides, we've got Cas. They don't stand a chance."

The angel in question has been remarkably quiet as he watched the two brothers argue. Castiel realizes he could have and really should have just left and completed the job on his own, but that would only anger both of the Winchesters. The same applies to interrupting them. Although he agrees with Dean, he doesn't care for the manner Dean's using him to get his way. He finally decides to let the two brothers have it out until one finally gives up. Finally, he takes a seat in one of the two chairs by window and stares outside. In the distance, Castiel sees dark storm clouds approaching from the west. His eyes narrow and he continues watching them in silence.

They're running out of time.

Unknowing of the changes around them, Sam crosses his arms and frowns at his stubborn brother. "You're right, Dean. We do have Cas helping us on this one." His gaze shifts to Castiel and he sighs as he realizes he should have just asked him in the first place, "Hey, Cas?"

Castiel slowly tears his attention away from the ominous clouds and faces Sam. The dark look on his face only hangs on a fraction of a moment before it returns to its devoid of emotion state, "Yes, Sam?" Sam seems to have missed it, but Castiel knows Dean didn't. Both Winchesters' anger seems to dissipate briefly, but Dean's eyes widen slightly and he stares at Castiel with an unasked question on his lips. Or maybe he is asking, but Castiel doesn't search for it because he knows how much Dean dislikes having his thoughts read.

Either he's unaware of exchange or maybe Sam's just used to it by now, but he decides not to press on it and resumes his conversation with Cas. "Do you think you can tell which ones are the ones we're after?"

Castiel seems more preoccupied with watching Dean now when he answers, "I can." He could also add that this matter could have been resolved earlier and they need to move quickly, but again, he refrains.

Dean's anger is almost gone at this, and is replaced with a small sense of eagerness as well as smugness that he's gotten his way in the end. "Great! So we're good to go then?"

Sam and Castiel stare at who appears to be the most anxious of the three unamused, Sam's displeasure more noticeable than Castiel's, "Dean…"

Smirking, Dean tries to mask his amusement with an irritated tone, "Yeah, yeah. I know, Samantha."

Sam sighs in resignation and as he and Dean begin packing a few things for the hunt. He pauses more than once worrying about how this is going to end up.

The roar of the Impala cuts over the eerie silence that seems to encompass the entire town as the trio leaves the motel. When the sun starts to set off in the horizon, it slips behind the dark clouds already starting to loom overhead. Both Dean and Sam start to get uneasy when they both discern the storm is heading in the same direction as they are. Dean's hands tighten on the steering wheel, and when he spares a quick glance to Castiel in the rear view mirror, he sees his friend looks just as concerned as they do. "Cas, these freaky ass clouds mean anything to you?"

Castiel meets Dean's eyes, and his face is as dark and clouded as the skies above. "We need to hurry."

The streets are almost completely vacant save for the few parents running out to drag their children inside quickly. The clouds reach their destination and start circling the small town's lone church. Purples and reds swirl around like smoke, and lightning cracks through but it's as black as the eye in the center. No one's surprised when the sirens suddenly start wailing and Dean and Sam are glad for it. The less people involved and out in the danger zone, the better. To the mundane, they probably see this as some strange tornado, but the Winchesters and Castiel know better. If this is as bad as Castiel says it is the hunters know this will threaten more than just this backwoods town.

Dean steps on the gas and carries on in the direction of the church, "I'm starting to agree with Sam on wanting to know what we're dealing with. Care to fill us in, Cas?"

Sam's too busy watching the supernatural storm in front of them to make any stabs at Dean for actually agreeing with him on something. Castiel seems to be doing the same and when Dean thinks the angel is going to remain tight lipped on the subject he answers, "I'm not completely certain, but it feels like they're summoning one of my broth-." He tries to catch the slip, but Castiel's heart drops at the mention of one of his former brothers. The very ones who sided with Lucifer and fell. Castiel never held any resentment towards them except for the ones he already knew were corrupted. He hopes it's one of the latter should it come to a confrontation. "I assume they're trying to summon a fallen angel. Unfortunately, even the weakest fallen angels in this manner are more powerful than I am. We should keep the summoning from happening if possible."

Sam breaks free from his trance and turns in his seat to give Castiel a sympathetic look. He hates arguing with his own brother, but the thought of fighting and even killing one another like Castiel has been subjected to makes his blood run cold. He hopes for Castiel's sake they can prevent their friend from having to go through that sort of trouble again or in the very near future at least. It would be nice for something to go their way for once.

The rest of the remaining drive is quiet and tense. Dean's thankful for when they finally pull in the church's parking lot. The tension is too much for him and he really wants to kill some witches… or whatever the hell they are. He all but flies out of the vehicle and makes a bee line for the trunk of the Impala, and Dean's already grabbing gear from the trunk when Sam and Castiel get out.

By the time Sam meets Dean at the trunk, Dean has grabbed and loaded his favorite .45 as well as his sawed off shotgun. Sam seems to grab whatever he finds first which results in grabbing the Ithaca and the Taurus. While Sam is loading and double checking his gear, Dean decides to grab the Desert Eagle as well. It hasn't seen much action and he thinks he could use the extra fire power this time.

Meanwhile, Castiel has gotten halfway to the front door of the church and does a quick scan of the building as he waits. Wards have been placed up, but nothing that would keep the angel out, which makes sense considering the deranged group is attempting to summon an angel. Castiel just hopes he's the only one showing up tonight. No one seems to be in the chapel itself at the present time so that only leaves three other places to check: the kitchen, the basement, and the bell tower. It seems most likely that a part of the summoning will take place in the bell tower and a majority of it will be held in the basement because those are the highest and lowest parts of the building. The fallen ones always had an interest in being dramatic, and nothing says Heaven and Hell like the topmost and bottom levels in a house of his Father.

Dean and Sam walk up to where Castiel is waiting, and Dean locks the clip of his desert eagle in place when he stands next to his friend. "So, got anything yet?"

Nodding, Castiel makes his way towards the front door, "There's no one in the chapel, and I believe most of the summoning is being performed in the basement."

Dean releases the safety on his guns and follows the angel, "Alright then. Basement it is."

Castiel pauses at the front door and looks back at the two hunters, "And there's bound to be some activity in the bell tower."

Sam sighs, but is far from being surprised, "Sounds like we're splitting up then."

"Alright. Me an' Cas will take the basement. Sam, you take the tower." Dean goes for the door handle and doesn't leave the discussion up for debate.

Huffing in annoyance, Sam grumbles something Dean can't quite hear but Castiel can, however. He can tell the younger Winchester is bothered by Dean's overprotectiveness and is clearly sending Sam to the safer of the two locations. At the same time, he's not going to argue because they're short on time as it is. In the end, they split up and Sam goes to the clock tower and Dean and Castiel head towards the basement.

Just as Castiel has said, no one was inside the chapel even though it looks large enough for any kind of summoning that the cult may be planning. Large stain glass windows with depictions of angels lined the walls, but the storm outside kept almost any light from entering through them. Castiel only paused a brief moment to look at the windows depicting his brothers and stopped when he noticed something was different. "Wait. I think I know who we are dealing with."

Sam has already left to check out the tower, but Dean stops at one of the doors he was checking while looking for the basement. "Well, let's walk and talk. It sounds like we're on a time limit, so fill me in as we go." Dean pulls out his phone to text Sam anything that might be useful and continues checking doors.

Castiel looks around and his eyes finally settle on a door near one of the podiums and points at it. "That's the door we're looking for. There's a fair amount of people below."

Dean looks at Castiel questioningly and more than a little perturbed at the vague comment. "Fair amount? How many is 'fair amount'?"

The angel doesn't pick up on Dean's anxiety and replies as calmly as usual, "Somewhere between twenty and thirty. I can't tell for certain. Some of them are very faint." Dean doesn't want to think about what that could mean but he has a good idea, and he opens the door as quietly as he can.

Castiel pushes in close to Dean uncaring of the other's personal space so he can whisper without risk of his voice carrying, "We're dealing with the Spirits of Solomon. They are a group of seventy-two fallen angels who have essentially fallen so low as to be considered demons. All of them are extremely powerful individually, and I've heard rumors that each one commands legions of their own demons."

That is not what Dean wants to hear. First, he finds out they were dealing with some crazy cult that uses magic but are not witches, and now he finds out these idiots are trying to summon fallen angels who have countless demons at their command. Dean finds himself thinking that this whole thing keeps getting better and better and he can't wait for this to be over with. He sends a quick text to Sam telling him to be extra careful and that it's probably going to be worst case scenario. Dean pockets the phone and readies his shotgun, "Awesome. Well, let's get this over with."

Dean pushes past Cas, not bothering to mention the rules about the personal space issues the angel seems to lack, and starts down the stairs as quietly as he can. The stairwell is black and Dean can't hear anything going on down below so chances are either Castiel is wrong on this one, or this is obviously a trap. He knows which one he would prefer over the two, and he knows which one is most likely to happen. Unfortunately for Dean, they're not the same option. Checking behind him, Dean turns around to tell Castiel that there's an ambush waiting for them only to find the light from the doorway indicating that he's alone and the angel is nowhere in sight. Regardless of the fact he can hardly see, Dean's eyes wide in slight panic and peers all around trying to find Castiel. He quickly gives up his search when he hears voices below.

"Who are you?! What do you think you're-"

"You must stop this."

The second voice sounds exactly like… "Damn it, Cas," Dean grumbles as he now solved the caper of the disappearing angel. He quickly runs down the stairs and somehow avoids from falling down half of them when he accidentally skips a step. "Friggin' angels."

When Dean gets to the bottom of the stairs he sees a faint flickering light at the bottom of the door that separates Dean from Castiel and the 'Cult of the Crazies.' He throws the door open and feels like he's been transported into some awful B horror movie. Candles encompass the entire back wall and blood seems to be their choice of paint as it almost completely covers the stone walls and floor around them. Castiel was right. It looks like there's thirty people down here and a good number of them look to be in 'rough shape,' probably more potential sacrifices. Dean takes in a shaky breath and suppresses the shudder as memories of Hell break through his mind as he studies the room and its disturbing, yet oddly familiar, torture devices.

Castiel is standing with his back towards the wall of candles and is surrounded by, what Dean rapidly counts, twenty cult members. Even with his loud crashing down the stairs, the cult seems more occupied with the strange man who magically appeared into the room. Dean's got more than a clear shot to start taking them out and has the element of surprise, but more than half of them look terrified. Some are tightly clinging to others and most of them are crying. He's fairly confident that he hears more than a few "It wasn't supposed to be like this," and "I just want to go home." So Sammy was right, some of these people have gotten involved in some heavy dark art shit and should have simply stayed home playing World of Warcraft. That doesn't mean Sam needs to know he was right though.

Dean surmises that five of the members are worth keeping an eye on and another one that must be the leader. He readies his shotgun and slowly walks toward the other end of the room. A few of the scared ones see him approach and cower at the sight of the gun until Dean mouths 'Go' to them and jerks his head in direction of the door. They nod and with a quiet grace Dean didn't know they had, they abruptly flee the room.

Everyone else is still focused on Castiel and the one that looks like the leader repeats his earlier questions but in a less surprised and more angry tone, "Who are you, and what do you think you're doing here?"

"I'm Castiel, and we're here to put an end to this." The words are said in an even deeper voice as if the angel was making an oath and promise right there.

One of the timid individuals cowering to the side stands up a bit straighter and stares at Castiel with what appears to be a combination of awe and hope in his eyes, "Castiel? As in-"

"I'm very aware of your friend back there," the leader interrupts the other who shrinks back to his fearful state. "And what makes you think we'll stop, that is, assuming you're not too late." Dean can't tell because the leader's back is to him, but he can almost hear the wicked smile behind the next few words, "Or that you are indeed who you say you are."

Either Castiel doesn't approve of the guy's mocking tone or being called an outright liar, but whichever way it is Dean recognizes that look as 'I've had enough of your shit and now I'm going to smite your ass.' Dean takes this moment to try to start leading some of these misguided fools out of here.

The bells in the tower start to sound and it catches everyone, including the cult's leader, off guard. Dean finally gets his first look at the leader's face as he turns around surprised and looking in the direction of the sound. Something looks 'off' about the guy. His eyes are distant. It's almost like he's not even there, but before Dean has a chance to register this, Castiel has taken it upon himself to close the distance between him and the leader. The lights of the candles flicker and the lightning sounds louder and closer as Castiel grabs the leader by the shoulder and spins him so that he's facing Castiel again. Dean and everyone else in the room find themselves transfixed as the flames of the candles flare and then large, winged shadows fall over the wall.

Castiel's wings never cease to astound Dean. Each time he sees them, he thinks back the first time they met and how he emptied everything he had with a follow up from Ruby's knife. It probably wasn't the best way to make a first impression, but how the hell was Dean supposed to know the dude was an angel? Not that it made much of a difference in the end, the guy didn't even flinch. His wings always seem to come out when Dean gets to the point that he almost forgets that Castiel is really a powerful celestial being in a meat suit.

Dean is so lost in staring at the shadows of the angel's wings and reminiscing, he misses when the cult members fell to their knees and stared at the angel in awe. However, Dean doesn't miss the part where Castiel burns out their leader's insides right in front of them. The five members Dean was concerned about doesn't miss this either, and they go for the weapons they managed to conceal up to this point. Dean pushes as many unarmed members out of the way and towards the door as possible, which proves difficult considering they are still all on their knees. He gets enough of them on their feet to start getting them out, but before they leave most of them run over to help the injured victims. Once in the clear, Dean turns to help Castiel out and finds these maniacs are no better than he was when meeting Castiel for the first time. Each one is unloading round after round into Jimmy Novak's former body.

Lifting his sawed off shotgun, Dean takes aim and pulls both triggers sending a spray that takes down one and severely injures a second. Rather than taking the time to reload, he drops the shotgun and pulls out his .45, the 1911 Colt. Castiel maintains closing distance between the remaining cult members and grabs hold of another who tries desperately in vain to release herself from the angel's tight grip. She cries out in fear and tears stream down her face when Castiel presses his other hand to her forehead and uses his grace to remove the threat the woman poses. She crumples to the ground, her eyes burnt out and the skin around them charred in the same way that had been done to her leader. The two uninjured ones back away from Castiel and the injured one spins around and lashes out causing Dean to drop his gun.

With his hands free, Dean punches the one who knocked his gun from his hands across the left cheek. Dean's proud for breaking the crazy bastard's nose for a split second before receiving a haymaker across his own face. Preoccupied with how he's going to retaliate, the remaining two make a bee line for the door. Castiel suddenly appears in front of the doorway and the two freeze dead in their tracks unsure what to do. Remembering he came extra prepared for once, Dean reaches for his desert eagle after giving his attacker a punch to the gut for good measure. Luckily for Dean, the other is wounded enough that he stumbles back and clutches his stomach from Dean's latest attack, giving Dean enough time to pull the trigger. Now the guy has a hole in the head to match that of his recent poor life choices. A big one.

Dean spins around while contemplating using the gun more often for the bigger, tougher hunts due to the massive damage it inflicts, ready to help Castiel only to see the last two remaining drop dead to the floor. Smiling, Dean sets the safety and returns his gun back to its former concealed place. "Well, that wasn't too terrible."

Castiel still looks uneasy and it doesn't let up when the empty room is flooded with the sound of thunder followed by the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs.

Dean collects his other two guns and goes to the door leading to the staircase, "Bout' time you showed up, Sammy."

The bells in the tower ring again and Castiel knows where he's made a horrible mistake. "Dean!" Someone should have checked the kitchen.

Clearly not expecting Castiel to call out like that, Dean faces Castiel confused as an unknown man stands at the base of the staircase. Castiel doesn't have much time to think and quickly flies to Dean's side as he places himself between Dean and the newcomer. The second he does, Castiel and Dean find themselves being thrown across the room and something heavy sits in Castiel's gut. He's unsure what it was, but chances are he managed to shield Dean just in time from whatever spell that was.

Castiel looks over quickly and sees Dean in his peripheral vision to find him down for what is likely to be the remainder of the fight. Getting to his feet, he winces at the pain on his back where his wings emerge from his vessel. He recollects that after presenting the shadows of his wings as an effective scare tactic left them exposed until he was able to retreat his wings back with the rest of his grace. It was a dumb move on his part, but he wasn't anticipating fighting against anything that could actually damage them.

"Interesting." Their new enemy is standing in the doorway looking at one of his hands as he flexes and stretches it, "This one's more useful than I originally thought." The man has short, jet black hair and blue eyes so dark they're almost as black as his hair. His suit shares the midnight blue color of his eyes and a matching tie with a black dress shirt. Castiel doesn't see the man on the outside, however. He only sees what he's been dreading since he first found out about the practicing cult.

"Amy." Castiel says the name of his former brother and comrade low but underlying with sadness.

"Who's Amy?" Castiel glances over his shoulder at the voice to find Dean struggling to remove himself from the cold, blood-stained floor. Dean's more vigilant than Castiel gave him credit for, and always has been. He must have moved in the time Castiel wasn't watching him though, he was almost positive Dean was on his other right and not his left.

"Amy is one of the Spirits of Solomon." Dean's eyes widen as Castiel informs of who they are dealing with, or that's what he thought.

A familiar voice comes from Castiel's right. The same place where Castiel thought Dean was lying prone on the floor earlier, "Amy? Sounds like you got gypped when it came to angel names, buddy."

Castiel's looking right at Dean, but his voice is coming from somewhere from behind him which isn't possible. When he looks, Castiel finds he's staring dumbstruck at a redundancy. Dean is indeed in the same place Castiel left him. His eyes are as large as the other Dean's and Castiel tilts his head before redirecting his attention to his fallen brother with a rage he didn't know he possessed, "What did you do to him?"

His 'brother' holds his hands up in a placating manner, but does nothing to hide the venomous smirk, "Now, now. To be honest, I didn't know what that was going to do. These humans and their magic are so unpredictable some times."

The Dean to Castiel's right draws the desert eagle uncaring if it will work against the fallen angel or not, "Witches? Are you fucking kidding me?" He's pissed and rightly so. Castiel wasn't anticipating this by a long shot. "I thought you guys said they weren't witches?"

The Dean on his left puts a hand on Castiel's shoulder looking concerned at Castiel, "Are you okay, man?"

"Of course he's okay! He's a friggin' angel."

"Would you two stop please? You're giving me a headache." Three. There's three Deans and Castiel feels as if he's had enough. Before he can charge at the abomination that was once his brother, Castiel feels a new hand on his back. Except it's not on his back, it's… he feels it on one of his wings.

Castiel shudders at the sensation and both hands leave as he feels his wings carefully unfurl. He can tell the two Deans at his sides back away from him as if they can actually see them.

"Holy crap." The three gasp out in unison and that's when Castiel knows they can see them.

Bringing them in to his front, Castiel inspects his wings. They're much different now, other than the fact they are visible on this plane. He can see the blue in the fallen angel's vessel much more clearly with his now black wings providing a dark contrast to the being before him. A being that is raging in anger and it's all directed at Castiel.

"You! I have no idea how you cloaked your grace so well, but you missed your chance." As soon as the words are out, Amy charges at Castiel with an angel sword in hand. Castiel senses the Dean at his left and right quickly dodge out of the way as Castiel's wings flare out and draws out his own angel blade.

The sound of the two swords clashing mask the footfalls down the staircase and the two celestial being are lost in a graceful and deadly dance. Amy seems to have the upper hand, however, and Castiel is doing everything he can just to block the other's onslaught. Amy uses this edge to prepare a magic spell in his free hand. His hand is engulfed in a blood red flame, and a sinister smile on his face. When the fire dies out leaving something much like demon smoke, the angel-turned-demon lord thrusts his sword at Castiel knowing the other has no choice but to block with his own. Castiel does exactly what the fallen angel wants him to do and glares at his enemy as he braces for the attack.

The attack doesn't come. Instead, gunshots ring out from behind the battling angels. Dean Winchester, or one of the three Deans, empties his clip into Amy's arm. It doesn't seem to injure him significantly, but it does surprise him enough to stop his spell. Castiel takes the opportunity to drive his blade into Amy's chest. A brief flash of light glows around the fallen angel's eyes before it fades back to normal. Everyone watches as the pain twisted in Amy's face morphs into anger, and he grabs Castiel by his throat uncaring of the angel blade still lodged in his chest.

Amy raises his angel blade to return the favor, but Castiel grabs him by the wrist to stop him and two of the Deans rush forward to assist. The third runs forward to try to pry Castiel free from Amy's grip. Even with all the added help, it's still not enough. Amy prepares to deliver a finishing blow, but he stops short and his eyes widen and then flash whites and oranges as currents of the same color flare around just under the vessel's skin.

"I underestimated you," he laughs lightly. "I'll be sure to remember that next time." Amy slumps forward and then his vessel disintegrates into ash with Castiel's angel blade clanking to the ground.

Standing behind the remains of Amy's vessel, is a startled and out of breath Sam Winchester holding Ruby's knife. He looks around at the four baffled and finally lets his gaze rest on the individual there's only one version of. "What happened, and how do we fix it because I can barely put up with one Dean as it is."

One of the Deans gets extremely upset by Sam's comment while the other two chuckle amongst themselves. Sam's curiosity is peeked when he finds the three aren't all behaving the same way, but decides not to push the matter as one already looks like he might possibly use that newly loaded gun on his own brother. What's more surprising is that Sam's comment made Castiel smile. It's not a huge smile by any means, but it's more than what Sam is used to seeing. He's not used to seeing the wings either, but Sam's decided to take this one step at a time. It's too soon to get too freaked out and it seems that everyone is as good as they can be for this sort of situation. The most important thing to do right now is get the hell out of dodge. Sam doesn't expect that many civilians are out yet due to the storm that's starting to break up and he's thankful for it, but there's no reason they should push their luck if they can help it.

Sam decides to talk as he ushers their much larger group back to the Impala, and once back in the chapel Castiel has explained the parts where his 'brother,' Amy, was summoned and caught them off guard. The overly aggressive Dean, which Sam has already started calling 'Jerk Dean,' said it wasn't his fault because Castiel distracted him. One of the other Deans, and the really odd one in Sam's opinion, told Castiel that he shouldn't have put himself between them because the curse could have been much worse, and that only led to Castiel saying it was all the more reason to do so. The third one, which has been relatively quiet, finally spoke up saying that he knew Castiel and he had the whole fiasco under control and it's not that big of a deal.

Except it is and Sam sees this when all five are outside of the church staring at the Impala. There's no way Dean or any of the Deans are in any shape to drive, which leaves the driving to Sam. Not only that, but he has to fit three dysfunctional Deans and a winged Castiel into the car.

Sam's torn about the seating arrangements, and as much as he hates the idea of getting a face full of feathers, he thinks Castiel sitting in the front will be the best for everyone. "Alright. I know you're not going to like hearing this Dean, but I really think I need to drive and Cas should sit up front-"

"Like hell I'm sitting in the back!"

That's what Sam was afraid about. 'Jerk Dean' is probably going to yell about this until he gets his way or until the cops show up and arrest Sam and lock everyone else up for study in some creepy lab somewhere. "Okay. Fine. You're up front and everyone else is in the back. Is everyone else alright with this?"

One of the Deans shrugs, "I don't mind sitting in the back as long as everyone else is happy with that."

Everyone stops and stares at this Dean like he's grown another head and it's trying to bud off into yet another, and this Dean pauses unsure of why he's the center of attention now. "What?"

Sam huffs a laugh at the strange behavior, "Who are you, and how are you a part of my brother?"

A light dawns on Castiel as he has an epiphany to his condition as well as Dean's. "They're each parts, different personalities. Each one is a different manifestation of one of Dean's personalities." He can see it more clearly now, especially now that he looks closer. Each one even carries himself differently.

Sam raises one of his eyebrows but can't stop himself from asking, "So, you know which one's which?"

Castiel points at the first Dean who scowls for being singled out first, "This one is the aggressive side of Dean."

Sam nods, "That explains why he always looks like he's ready for a fight."

Castiel's eyes narrow as he thinks about what Sam said, but then shakes his head. "That is a part of it, but it applies to more than just fighting. He's also bold and strong and even protective." Castiel still sees how this particular version of Dean didn't hesitate to shoot at Amy to help him or the fact he was the one who was trying to pry him free from the abomination's grip.

Pointing to the next one, who's standing tall with proud smirk on his face, Castiel continues, "This is his confident side." He knows this because he was the one who didn't dive for cover when the fallen angel lunged at Castiel. If Castiel had dodged, Dean would have been killed, but he knew Castiel wouldn't let that happen. Or maybe he believed that Castiel could have taken Amy out. And yet, he was the first one to try to stop Amy from stabbing him with the angel blade as if he believed he could stop a former angel's strength on his own.

"Great. So we've got 'Jerk Dean' and Dean's ego." Sam knows there's more to it and there's more than Castiel is telling him, but that's something he'll ask later when they're not in the company of quite so many Deans. Or any.

Walking over to the third, Castiel places a hand on Dean's shoulder who smiles genuinely. It's one Sam doesn't see very often. Usually Dean's smiles are fond, but they almost always look like they're put there out of habit or purely for the sake of giving one because it's expected. This one, however, is only when he means it.

It's unusual for Castiel and Sam to see Dean so unguarded and open, but that's exactly what they see on the remaining Dean before them. His smile is wide and his arms are outstretched appearing excited to hear Castiel's thoughts on him, "Alright, Cas. Lay it on me."

"This is the side of Dean I wish more people could see." Castiel's eyes gaze into Dean's and Dean returns the look exposed in a way Castiel never thought he would see. Without any of Dean's other traits preventing this expression being out in the open it's almost too much for Castiel because it's the side of Dean that he's never allowed himself to have. "You're the compassionate side of Dean." This is the part of Dean that draws Castiel the most. It's the part that Castiel saw when he went to find him in Hell. Even with all of the taint and evil around and inside him, Dean's compassion and the way he puts everyone else before himself stood out so strong, so bright that Castiel was able to find him in the darkness.

Dean's not an overly affectionate person in the physical sense as he has the tendency to completely separate the physical from the emotional sides, and he has even less tendencies to make a strong emotional attachment to anyone other than family. When he does though, it's stronger than any other bond Castiel has ever seen even when it isn't even considered a healthy one. It's so strong that Castiel was craving to have such a bond for himself and reached out for it when he raised Dean from perdition. Castiel was just a simple soldier then, so he didn't fully understand you can't force those sort of bonds, especially one such as that with Dean Winchester, and resulted in the unintentional brand. He didn't even have a vessel at the time, but Castiel assumes the handprint was meant to show them both the memory of the angel reaching for Dean in a symbol they both could recognize. Castiel always felt ashamed for making such a mark at first, but now something dark wells up inside him at the idea. Something he's not sure is something that is completely new, or something he's only now been able to acknowledge.

Sam, already having more than enough of the weird staring thing Castiel and one of his brother's personalities is currently stuck in, walks around to the driver's side and opens the door as 'Jerk Dean,' the aggressive Dean, gets shotgun. "Okay, Cas. I have to ask… how do you know who each one is? I know I wasn't there the whole time, but I don't really think you had enough time to figure out who each one is in such a short time."

Castiel situates his vessel and his large and cumbersome 'new' wings in the middle of the back seat the best he can with his wings arched up and wrapped around his front. He's not sure how to address the question even though he knows the answer. He knows each of these Dean's very well. They're all the qualities of Dean Winchester that he loves.

When Castiel tried to shield Dean from Amy's unknown spell, he instinctively wrapped his hidden wings around them. He thought it would protect Dean, but he didn't realize the curse was actually centered on Dean, and ended up inflicting him with the same curse.

"I've been experiencing the same feelings and emotions, so I made the connection." It's not a complete lie, but Sam doesn't need to know the details. It is true that Castiel experienced those same feelings in his confrontation with Amy, but it's more likely because they were passed on to him from Dean.

Everyone else starts filling in and Castiel gets nervous as two Dean's sit on both sides and up against his vulnerable wings. It's not that he doesn't trust Dean, he simply found out they are very sensitive in this state when Dean's hands brushed against them the first time. He pulls his wings tighter around him and it doesn't go unnoticed by either Dean. The compassionate Dean takes great care getting into the car and doing his best to avoid Castiel's wings and the other, while much quicker, slides in effortlessly and seemingly avoiding them altogether.

Sam cranks the ignition and headlights on and starts driving them back to the motel. The sun has finally set and it seems the storm managed to knock out power on a few blocks, so the start of the drive is in the dark. He makes sure to go the speed limit the entire way because he's not sure how to explain this group if he got pulled over regardless of how dark it is, and had nothing to do with the person sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

Considering the drive is going to take longer this time around, Sam decides this is as good a time as any to discuss one of the many problems that need to be addressed. "Hey, Cas? Is there any way you can help us out with this curse?" When Castiel doesn't answer Sam tries to elaborate, "So we can have Dean back to normal," he huffs a laugh when he hears how impossible that sounds, "or as normal as Dean can be."

Castiel doesn't show it on his face but his wings shift and twitch uncomfortably almost as if he was nervous or embarrassed about something. "I knew what you meant. I just… I'm afraid I won't be much help right now." The two Deans sitting beside Castiel look at him waiting for him to explain, and Castiel looks down at his hands that he has resting on his lap. "I didn't escape the curse unscathed either I'm afraid. My grace is too weak. Additionally, Amy is far more powerful than I am and I doubt I could break the curse at my best."

The Dean on his left smiles and pats Castiel's shoulder and the one on his right mimics the gesture but pats Castiel's thigh instead. Castiel is curious as to the similarities and differences between the ways the different Deans are trying to comfort him and how it relates back to the complete Dean.

The Dean in the front seat grumbles, "I didn't shoot that asshole nearly enough." Castiel doubts even Sam could make it out, but Castiel can and sees this is how the third one showing concern in his own way.

Sam brakes at a red light and clenches his fingers on the steering wheel a few times. Castiel can see the look of consternation on Sam's face from the rear view mirror. "So, you're stuck then?" Sam sighs and starts driving again once the light turns green, "I don't think we're all going to fit in the same room and I don't think it's a good idea to separate any of… the Deans."

Dean, the one in the front passenger seat, glares at Sam. "Get to the point, Sam."

"I think we need to get another motel room, and I think keeping all the cursed people together is the best idea." There. He said it. Now Sam just needs to convince them it's a good idea.

The first one to speak up, wasn't the one Sam was expecting. "I assume you mean to include me as well, Sam?" The angel squirms slightly in his seat when the Dean on his right has his hands brush up against his wings.

Sam, although still bothered by their predicament, can't help but tease Dean. "Well, I can barely put up with one Dean as it is. Besides, I thought you two had a more profound bond." It has nothing to do with the fact that Sam could really use a drink right now. His head is spinning from the side effects of this hunt, and he can only imagine what the others are going through.

Castiel narrows his eyes at the younger Winchester even though he probably can't see it. He's not even sure which part of Sam's comment bothers him the most, but the worst part of it is that it bothers him. "I don't think that would be wise. I'm more affected by this than you think."

Sam's eyebrows raise at the anger in Castiel's voice, "Well then, what do you think we should do? You can't exactly walk around looking like that. Dean has a better chance of being less inconspicuous than you right now."

A loud sigh erupts from Castiel and it surprises everyone in the car, Castiel included. "To be perfectly honest, I have no idea."

The hand on his left shoulder gives a reassuring squeeze, but Castiel is more distracted by the hand that is still on his right wing. He thought it might have been an accident at first, but then he remembered which Dean was to his right and how long that hand has been brushing against his wing. That Dean is deliberately touching his feathers. Castiel wants to push his hand away, but finds himself oddly comforted by the gesture.

He would normally smite anyone for even thinking about touching his wings. This is different though. This is Dean. In any case, Castiel's not even sure if Dean knows what he's doing. That thought immediately disappears when Dean's fingers grip the feathers between his fingers tightly. A smirk plays on Dean's face when Castiel whimpers from the rough treatment.

Dean knows exactly what he's doing.

The others in the car seem to miss the small sound, which Castiel is thankful for, but it does nothing to slow the hand that is greedily carding through the soft feathers. Castiel gives this Dean a warning glare and Dean's smirk only grows. Castiel shivers as Dean continues running though Castiel's wing, hitting a more sensitive spot when his hand slips to the underside.

The one to his left sees Castiel's wings shake and immediately thinks something is wrong especially since the angel just finished saying the curse was affecting him as well as Dean. "Cas, man, you okay?" Dean tries to look around the fluttering appendages to see his friend's face and unknowingly lets his hand fall from Castiel's shoulder to the base of where the wings emerges from underneath the shoulder blade.

Castiel gasps loudly at the touch and both wings flare out as much as they can in the tight space. His wings hit both Deans in the face and Sam swerves the car startled by the movement. The Dean in the front seat is yelling at Sam to be more careful with his baby as Sam glances worriedly in the rearview mirror to make sure everything is alright.

Before Sam can ask what happened or Castiel can apologize, the Dean to his right bursts out laughing. "Oh, man! Sorry about that." He continues laughing as the one on his left starts chuckling as well as he attempts to help Castiel straighten out some of the feathers.

Clearly annoyed with everyone else in the car, the Dean in the front seat growls, "What the hell is going on back there?"

The laughter has calmed down somewhat, but the Dean on Castiel's right is still visibly amused, "Nothing to get your panties in a twist."

Turning around in his seat as much as the seatbelt will allow, the aggressive one glares at the one sitting happily behind him. His glare seems to have no effect on his counterpart, and instead the other winks at him with a huge smile on his face.

Even with Dean's apology, Castiel doesn't know how to talk about what just happened. Even though the one on his right started it, it was the one on his left that caused him to react so violently. He can't be angry with him though. Unlike the one on his right, he doesn't believe the one on his left knew what he did. Castiel didn't have idea how sensitive these wings were either. It's strange, but Castiel finds he's self-conscious, almost embarrassed by the matter and decides to pretend the incident didn't happen.

The way Dean is looking at him from around his left wing tells him that's not going to happen. Dean doesn't say anything, however, and twists back into his seat out of Castiel's sight.

Castiel pulls his wings tighter around and even the Dean in the front seat faces forward again to leave him and the other two alone. The car is back to being quiet, but the silence is heavier now and light rain pattering down with the deep purr of the engine are the only sounds to distract them.

It's not distracting enough for Castiel and his thoughts are suddenly all over the place, everything from his poor judgment for allowing this to happen in the first place to his inappropriate reaction just now, how he could have stopped it from happening to how he's going to fix it, and how all of it comes back to Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester, the Righteous Man. The one Castiel put his faith and trust in time and time again regardless if he agreed with him or not. The one Castiel rebelled against Heaven for. The one who could and has hurt him more than any of his brothers could. The one who made him feel.

It's at that moment, here in this uncomfortable car in a small Midwest town, Castiel finally figures it all out. The reason this happened and the reason it will continue to happen is not because he loves Dean. No. It's because he's in love with Dean. Quite possibly from the first moment his grace touched Dean's soul in Hell.

This is why his Father loves the humans so much. It's true they're flawed, weak, and they harm one another, but the part that had been hidden from him was that they care and love and sacrifice for one another as well. His Father's love shines through them and he rewards each one deserving with their own heaven. They experience so much more in their short lifetimes than Castiel has experienced in his. This is what Anael was trying to tell him and why Anael didn't want to return. Now that Castiel sees it for himself, he's not sure wants to give it up either.

Now that he understands, he's unsure what to do with the newfound knowledge. When the car finally pulls up to the motel, he wishes that he had more time.

Sam shuts off the ignition and tells everyone to wait in the Impala until he's sure it's clear enough for them to go to into their room. Once Sam determines it is safe enough them to walk the five feet to the room he waves the other four to quickly get inside.

It seems no one understood the 'quickly' part of the signal and each one enters the room at a leisurely pace. Sam has no idea how it takes more than a minute to walk five feet, but decides he doesn't want to wait anymore and starts pushing and pulling everyone into the room. When Sam gets to Castiel he knows he can move Castiel as well as a concrete wall, so he tries to usher the angel in as fast as he can.

Five minutes. Five whole minutes. It took that long just to get all of them to walk such a small distance. There's no way Sam is going to try to get them to do anything else. "I'm going to look into getting this curse broken. You think you guys can stay out of trouble?"

All three Deans look at Sam with varying looks on their faces but Sam cuts them all off before they can reply, "Don't answer that." This is Dean he's talking about. Of course he's going to get in trouble. "Just stay put and I'll be back in the morning. Don't… just don't." The younger Winchester grabs his laptop and duffel bag and leaves the room abruptly without looking back.

Castiel didn't have a chance to argue and know he's stuck and alone in a room with three different Deans and his new revelation. He walks over to and sits in one of the chairs by the window and watches the soft drizzle of the rain outside as the Deans puts up their varying gear.

Something tells Castiel it's going to be a very long night.

Once everything is put away the three Deans all go for a bottle of beer from the six-pack from earlier that day. Castiel hears the bottles clinking and turns to watch, and even with all of their differences, he's surprised to see they all open their bottle the same way. One holds up his bottle to take a drink just like the other two, but stops when he catches Castiel looking at them. He smiles and grabs the last beer, which causes one Dean to yell at him, and sits in the chair across from Castiel. Dean sets the bottle in front of the angel and waits expectantly.

Castiel is lost at first, and is about to ask what Dean wants until he realizes which one this is. Dean brought him one of his beers for Castiel to drink, and it appears like Dean's not going to drink his own until Castiel accepts his. Castiel takes the beer but instead of drinking it, he sets it on the table between them and cradles the warm bottle in his hands.

Dean pops the cap off of Castiel's beer but doesn't make to drink his own, "Sorry. They're better cold. Guess I… um, we forgot to put them back in the fridge this morning."

Castiel smiles at the gesture, "Thank you, Dean."

Dean smiles and finally takes a drag from his beer apparently content enough with Castiel's response. The rest of the room is quiet and Castiel turns to find the other two Deans watching them intently. One glances away and storms off to the other side of the room when he notices he's been caught, and the other stares between the two at the table before grabbing his duffel and saunters into the bathroom.

The Dean on the other side of the room looks up from cleaning one of his guns when he hears the spray of the shower turn on and scoffs before returning to his work. He'll never admit that his eyes may have wandered over in Castiel's direction more than once. He has to admit one time, however, as his eyes are caught in a mirror reflection of himself and they both see the same thing. Their eyes only break long enough to glance over towards the bathroom where loud singing is now coming from.

Each one may be a different part of Dean, but they all know they're thinking the same thing. The two outside had no intentions of doing anything on the matter, but both can see the third has other plans. Dean never had any intention of making a move on his friend for what he considered an ass load of reasons, but one of these Deans will have no such reservations. Now the other two almost feel pressured to make the move first.

One can't stand the idea of sharing Castiel with anyone else even if it is another version of himself but is too torn to act on it, and one who wants it more than anything else but doesn't feel deserving of it. But one is sure and assertive enough to actually do it for once and the only disadvantage he has is that he's not in the room. They all want Castiel, and they each know the others have the same feeling.

It's become a race.

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A/N cont: And this is why I don't write porn. I have to set up absolutely everything. And to be perfectly honest I cut out a lot of the beginning...

Luciferian Witchcraft was founded by Michael Ford and although practitioners do focus on 'Left Hand Path' of magic that does NOT mean they are evil or all/any practicing witches are for that matter. The practice for Luciferian Witchcraft does, in fact, center on the Devil, the Adversary, the gnosis of Fallen Angels, and sex magic. The portrayal of these particular witches here is just to fit the Supernatural verse. This is not how I view them.

As odd as it sounds, Amy IS the name one of the fallen angels and one of the seventy-two Spirits of Solomon, but now I can say I blame the whole thing on Amy and it would be completely true.