Chapter I

"Hey, there... Is there a problem here?" officer Winchester approached a group of three well-built guys picking on Castiel. The three men straightened up and moved away from him. "Uh... Nothing officer?" said one of them with a thick mustache.

"We just thought we knew him from someplace," he said explaining himself.

"Well you're clearly mistaken cos I know for a fact that my boyfriend doesn't know anyone like you," he said offering his arm to Castiel. He took it and Dean snaked his other arm around him.

"Oh ok, that's a bad on our part. We thought he was he's someone else" said another one who was clean shaven with some realization dawning on his face.

"That's fine," Dean said turning Castiel around. The guys were still looking at them with confused looks.

"Stop looking at them," Dean said under his breath. Castiel saw them sit in the car and then turn to look at him. Dean felt Castiel's eyes on him. For a moment both their eyes settled on each other. Castiel could see the longing in his eyes which then turned into anger. His jaw tightened and he looked away.

"You can let go now, those people have left now," Castiel said in a soft voice. Dean realized that his hand had been resting around Castiel's waist. They turned left towards Pamela's cafe Paradise. They took a seat next to a window in a corner.

"Hello Castiel and the sheriff," she said beaming at them. Castiel smiled back and Dean merely smirked. "So I'm guessing it's going to be dinner right?" she said handing them the menus.

"The specials are..."
"I don't wanna know ...just get me my regular and a beer," Dean said cutting her. She smiled and looked at Castiel. He looked with shock at Dean. He turned his attention to Pamela; she was looking at him now. Dean had always been rough around the edges. What amazed Castiel was that how normally Pamela took the rude remark. He still had to get used to the mountain folks and their ways.

"Oh don't worry hun, that's him on a good day. What would you like to eat?" That's not true he used to be so cheerful and happy go lucky fellow in New York Castiel thought.
"I'd like to know the specials please," he said smiling at her, "well we've shrimps freshly caught, then clam chowder and this new salad with feta cheese sal...Oh hey sorry...that's Sam's forte" she said. Suddenly she looked guilty at the mention of Sam's name and looked at Dean who was glaring at her.

"I'll have the clam chowder please," Castiel said. She wrote it down and hurried away, "is that going to be enough for you?" Dean inquired as Pamela left to get their orders.
"Hmmm. Yes," Castiel said distractedly "why did she look so guilty at the mention of Sam's name?"

"Um... Let's go home and talk about it" Dean said not looking at Castiel.
"Go home...? We don't live in the same house Dean" Castiel observed.
"Well, Cas I think it will be better if you stay with me. With Sam gone, it's not safe for you living there by yourself" Dean said matter-of-factly. Pamela brought their dinner and both ate it silently. Castiel could sense that something wasn't right with Dean, but he chose to stay silent. "You boys better pack it in quickly" deputy sheriff Jody came and stood next to their table, "hey Jody do join us," Castiel said pushing inside the bunk.

"Oh, thanks but I need to inform the others too. There's a storm coming sheriff I just got the report from the lab" she said addressing Dean.
He looked up at the sky and began to pull out his radio. Jody caught his hand and said, "you rest now. I can handle this. I've informed half the town. Go home" she said with concern lining her voice. Castiel was really curious now as to what had happened.
The dinner was over Dean had paid for it and came back with a small takeaway box. Pamela must have given him some dessert.
Castiel was waiting near his police truck. Yup, even the police had trucks here. It had been a six months and yet things still amazed him.
They got in and the engine buzzed to life. It had begun to drizzle now. They were driving up to Dean's house away from the town and soon the town ended. Both sides of the road were now covered with dense trees. There was absolutely no soul on the road. The sky had this lovely tinge of blue. That showed the encroaching shadows of evening. It was going to be a dark night the one with no moon and no stars. It was going to be a very different night from the one where he had decided to elope with Sam.

That night was still clear in his head. It was a night where the sky was with a full moon and a few stars. He was wearing his gray sweatshirt and was sitting huddled up in his bed when he heard a knock on his door. Sam had let himself in and he sat next to Castiel putting his huge arms around him. Castiel leaned into his touch and began weeping silently. "Hey, it's okay, babe. Everything is going to be okay. I'm here" Sam said in his ears softly.
"How? Sam..." Castiel spoke through his tears. Sam placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. He nestled deeper into Sam's arms. "Come away with me Castiel to Clear Falls"
Castiel looked up at him and kissed Sam with deep longing. Sam pulled him closer matching his passion. Suddenly Castiel had pushed him away. " I can't...You will be hunted"
"Castiel... Please" Sam said helplessly.
"Sam no I cannot do this to you," he said trying to push Sam away.
"Why not Castiel I want you to be with me."
"No, Sam... Don't you get it I'm cursed...? My whole family is cursed" he said burying his face in his hands. "They will get you too, the same way they got Blathy."
Sam caught Castiel's hands and said, "Hey you trust me, don't you?" Castiel merely nodded his head. "Then just come with me... It's what Michael and Luci want as well"
Castiel looked up in disbelief. They had asked Sam to take him away without letting them know where the both of them were heading. They wanted him far away from their world. That was the only way they could protect him.

Castiel looked out to the familiar site of the lake; a small recess in the endless line of trees. It was raining heavily now. The raindrops were now lashing heavily on the windows of the truck. Castiel was looked at Dean who was staring at the road. He was a picture of calm composure. Guess that was the reason Sam had decided to bring him here. Since he knew he could depend on his brother. He turned the car onto a small road taking them off the highway towards Dean's house. Dean's house was exactly like him no-nonsense and unpretentious. Sam had told him that Dean had made it himself after he had come back from the University. Hmmm, the university….Castiel mused.
Dean parked the car and went to the house and Castiel followed him in tow. He entered the house and looked around. It was a wooden cabin with a big hall with a fireplace with seating arranged around it. On one side, there was a small library and on the other there was a dining table. A small corridor led to the kitchen. Just next to the dining table near the main door to his right was a staircase. There were two bedrooms one for himself the other for Sammy.

"Here we'll get your clothes tomorrow," he said throwing some clothes at him. "You can take Sammy's room on the right," he said without looking at Castiel. He went into the kitchen and Castiel went upstairs. He saw that Sam's room it was literally the bare minimum when it came to furniture. It had a bed, a study table, and a cupboard. Castiel looked towards the right and saw that the room had a big window which opened into a balcony that overlooked the lake. What caught Castiel's attention was the sunroof right above his bed. He changed into Dean's clothes and hung his wet clothes to dry in the bathroom that was right behind the door. After such a long time, he had felt plaid on his skin. He couldn't help but take in Dean's smell from his clothes.

He came down and saw Dean was sitting with a glass of whiskey in one hand and bottle next to him on the floor. He was sitting in front of the fire staring into it. He saw there was a letter in his other hand. Castiel coughed slightly to get his attention. He motioned Castiel to sit on the chair beside the fireplace.
He cleared his throat and said, "this came in the office mail today" he said handing the paper to Castiel. As he tried to open it Dean put his hand on his and said "Sam's gone MIA...near Kandahar"
Castiel dropped the letter from his hands. He wanted to say something, but no words escaped his mouth. Dean just looked down while Castiel caught the letter and opened it to read it himself.
"We're sorry to inform you that Col. Sam Winchester has been declared missing in action since..." Castiel couldn't read any further as his tears made it difficult to read anything
"NO GOD NO!" he yelled completely shocking Dean. "This isn't true!" he looked at Dean. He helplessly just looked down towards the floor. Castiel was feeling a surge of emotions that he wanted to let out.

He got up and sprinted towards the main door. As he opened the door he felt the cold wind hit him like a knife had gone through him and then he moved out even further. He felt the cold rain hit his face with a jolt. He stepped down from the porch and felt the cold and wet ground underneath his feet. He began to cry loudly and knelt down into the dirt. First Blathy now Sam he couldn't lose so many people in a matter of months. He felt two strong arms around him. He looked up to see Dean looking down at him. He caught him around his arms and pulled him up. Castiel turned around and cried into his arms. Dean held him close and they just stood there as the rain poured down on them. Dean let himself go to and buried his face in the small of Castiel's neck. He realized that Dean was now crying as well, silently with a gasp escaping him.
Castiel weaved his hands into Dean's hair. He felt Dean snaking his arm around Castiel's waist and pulled him closer. Castiel looked at him and could see that how broken and vulnerable Dean looked. That man in the car who was in control was now gone. He looked at him with despair and longing. Castiel thought that Dean looked so young like he was in the University again. Castiel closed the gap between them and Dean more than willingly accepted Castiel into his mouth. Castiel caught Dean's face in both his hands as he tenderly kissed him. Dean deepened the kiss almost invading Castiel's mouth without permission. He pulled him closer as trying to merge them into one. There was lightning and thunder right over their heads and the sky was illuminated.

Castiel woke up on the bed of Sam's room. The window was open and it was light outside. He got up and realized that his shirt lay next to him. He slowly rolled over to see that he was alone in the bed. Then he rolled over the other side to get off the bed. That's when he heard the engine of the truck. He quickly got up and went to the window and saw that Dean was about to leave. He stopped the truck as he saw Castiel appear in the balcony. He wore his glasses and said "I'll send your clothes and your bike soon." and drove off. Castiel didn't respond and came inside. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror he saw the cut in the middle of his lower lip. He closed his eyes and he could feel Dean's teeth grazing his lips. Dean had gone rough on him when the thunder had woken Castiel. They were both drenched in the rain. He pulled his hands away from Dean's face and brought them down to his chest. He then had tried to push Dean away instead Dean had pulled him closer. Castiel began to struggle against him and Dean bit Castiel's lips. Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth.

As the engine buzzed to life Dean saw Castiel still standing in his rearview. He closed his eyes and touched the wound on his neck. He drove off the one hand still lingering on his neck. He remembered how Cas had pulled away from him after he had bit his lower lip. Castiel's moan still rang clear in his ears. Castiel had placed one of his hands on Dean's neck. One of the fingers had nicked his neck. He had tried walking away from Dean when he caught his wrist. Castiel looked at him pleadingly, but Dean had been overcome with lust. Cas looked at Dean and tried to pull himself free.
Dean let Cas go and he said, "let's go inside Dean... I'm sorry". He had said looking guiltily at Dean. Something stirred in Dean; he remembered the night when Castiel had chosen his family over him, leaving him alone in that football field. Dean followed Cas into the house and as he was going upstairs he caught his arm. He turned him around and pushed him against the wall.

The warm water felt great On Castiel's arm. He touched the bruise on his arm. He had locked Castiel while he was going upstairs. Dean had pushed him against the wall near the stairs. He had come close and grazed his lips over Castiel's neck. Castiel gasped loudly and felt Dean pressing into him. The two hands that were trying to push off Dean were now in his hairs. Castiel hated the fact how well Dean knew his body. Dean grazed his teeth across Castiel's neck. He took in a breath sharply and pulled on Dean's hair and said "D, please stop".

The storm had caused some damage he realized as he drove down from the forest to the town. Usually, Officer Winchester would begin to think the next plan of action. Whom to call? Whom to send around to assess the damages? But not today his mind was preoccupied with as a set of blue eyes. Dean bit his lip he could distinctly taste Cas on his lips. He could hear the pleading in Cas's voice. He knew he wanted him to stop, but he didn't let go of his hair. Dean's fingers had ventured on Castiel's now wet plaid shirt. He could see his pale skin peeking through the few buttons on top. "D please," Cas said in his gravelly voice. He had called him D after so many years. Nobody had called him that since…..Cas. And now here he was pleading to him in that sexy gravelly voice of his. Wet, horny and trapped between Dean's strong arms! He was moaning and writhing underneath him. Dean felt a strange surge of power overcome him. He pulled at Castiel's shirt and the buttons came off. The button fell from the shirt and hit the floor as Dean pulled off his wet shirt. Castiel closed his eyes and looked away. Dean took that as an invitation for him...as though Dean's will had been accepted and he could have his prize. He leaned in and bit into Castiel's collar bone. "Ahh..." is all that Castiel could muster. Dean now moved down on the pale white and warm skin of Castiel's chest. Castiel leaned in further into Dean's touch. Dean's lips now ghosted over Castiel's nipples. Castiel took in a sharp breath and bit his lower lip trying to stop himself from moaning loudly.

Castiel moved closer into the warm water. He was hoping to feel that same warmth that he had felt when Dean was placing kisses over his wet skin. Castiel remembered that feeling of pure ecstasy. He knew that the sounds that he was making were driving Dean crazy. Castiel had missed this feeling for so long. He had missed the warm feel of Dean's hands; his passion and the way he made Cas feel so desperately helpless. Dean's hands were all over his torso tracing every inch of his body. Cas could only bite his lips to hold back the screams and moans that were dying to come out. He never realized when he moved his hips forward, but Dean got the message. He began to undo his buttons of his pants. Castiel looked down at Dean, into his mossy green eyes. Castiel knew that Dean had made up his mind to have him that night right there on the stairs. There was something predatory in Dean's eyes. Castiel was paralyzed by the feeling of ecstasy. As the storm thundered outside, a bright light illuminated the staircase. Castiel's eyes fell on a picture of Sam and Dean from their hunting trip. Both were smiling at the camera leaning towards each other. He couldn't do this to Sam or Dean. He felt a surge of guilt rising in him looking at the picture. Sam was missing didn't mean Dean was supposed to fill his place. Dean did not deserve this; he couldn't make him feel guilty later just because Cas needed someone. He wanted someone to make him forget that he had lost yet another person in the span of 7 months. Just because he didn't want to feel like he was cursed. He couldn't use Dean just so that he could forget about turmoil in his life. He felt Dean tugging at his jeans. Castiel closed his eyes and placed his hands on Dean's broad shoulder. Dean looked up, "Dean... Think of Sam... Please stop" Castiel said almost choking.

Dean reached the police station and parked the car. He didn't get out of the car. He rested his head on the wheel and closed his eyes. How could he do this? Castiel wasn't his anymore. He was Sam's boyfriend whom he had trusted to protect. How could he let his lust take him over? Was it lust? Or was it this strange sense revenge that he wanted to exact on Cas? Dean remembered how the mention of Sam's name had almost frozen him midway. He looked down and pushed Castiel away. He stood up and turned his back towards Cas. "Dean...I..." Cas tried explaining himself. "Go away Cas... It's late" Dean had said hoarsely. He knew Cas still stood there his eyes boring into his back. He clenched his hands into a fist and locked his jaw tight. He felt a surge of anger rising inside of him. He wanted to turn around and hit Cas, but he merely turned to walk down the stairs.

Castiel came out of the bath and looked into the mirror. What had happened last night? Was it just something that was bound to happen? How could he allow this to happen? Why was there this longing for Dean? Maybe he had ended things too soon with Dean? Castiel felt broken or had he broken Dean again last night? He saw the shock in Dean's eyes when he mentioned Sam. A realization as to what was about to happen had dawned on him. Dean had looked down and got to his feet, turned his back on him. Castiel realized that Dean had closed all his doors to him once again. It was strangely reminiscent of that night on the football field. Dean had asked him to leave and went down the stairs. He sat down and opened his bottle and started drinking from it. He had drunk his way to sleep because of Cas. Castiel had gone up the stairs into his room. He looked around the room and realized that it seemed familiar. The open space the sunroof and there were lilies in the balcony which had been hammered by the rain. Castiel sat down on the bed and looked at the carpet. He recognized it immediately. It was from Peru. It was the one that they had got when they went backpacking one summer to South America. This room wasn't for Sam. It was an homage to him, CASTIEl. He felt sick and went to throw up in the bathroom. He removed his shirt... No Dean's shirt and just crashed on the bed. He was weeping into the mattress thinking he could never forgive himself.