This was written for CastielandMexx. The request was a Cas/Gabe fic and this is the plot that popped into my head because of all this season 7 craziness. It might not be a sweet little sexy one-shot but I promise there is slash to come...dark, rapey, torturous slash...but slash none the less. There is a second part with all the good stuff in it that needs some tweaking and it should be up soon =)

Those steel blue eyes were shocking, icy gaze cutting deep. His lips pursed together tightly as he clenched his jaw. They were nose to nose, the angel's shirt knotted up in Castiel's fists.

"I grieved for you!" Cas shouted in outrage. "I thought you were dead!" he growled, shaking the angel violently. "And you've been here the entire time?"

"Hey, hey, hey…calm down little bro'," smirked Gabriel, his arms coming up in what looked like a half-assed gesture of surrender. "It was the only way to get Lucifer off my tail-feathers…nothing against you." He was grinning ear to ear as he winked at Cas, infuriating him further, the rage bubbling up and boiling over.

"I'm surrounded by petulant children," shouted Cas. He released Gabriel from his grasp with a small shove and his arms shot up in exasperation. "Is anyone on this forsaken planet truthful? Ever!" he asked, running a hand through tousled, dark hair...the question directed at no one.

Gabriel opened his mouth, surely to retort but Cas simply waved a hand through the air, shutting him up forcefully with new-found power. The angel's dark eyes grew wide as he struggled against the invisible force, immediately coming to the realization that something was wrong. Very wrong. The cocky expression he usually donned vanished completely, replaced with a fearful look of uncertainty that humored Cas.

"Oh, you must not be aware of my new status," Castiel chuckled lightly, the smallest hint of a smile gracing his thin lips. "I'm…as some might say, 'the new sheriff in town'…the new God...if you will." There was something wicked in his half-grin and his words were thick with tenacity. Gabriel shifted uncomfortably against the wall behind him, fear wavering on his face, no longer ignorant of his little brother's new power.

"I killed Raphael and his followers," Castiel stated indifferently. "But I suppose I could spare you...as I did the Winchesters." He ran a gentle hand down Gabriel's cheek, slender fingers warm to the touch and oddly comforting considering the current circumstances. "You do hold a rather...annoying place in my heart," Cas said decidedly as he degradingly gave a light slap to the angel's cheek. With sudden speed and ferocity he gripped his throat, staring intensely into those warm brown eyes, fingertips bruising tender flesh. Gabriel could feel Castiel's breath against his lips as he spoke. "I could have some fun with you as well, I suppose," he growled through clenched teeth.

Before Gabriel could gulp against the new God's palm there was an instant change in scenery. He had been zapped somewhere dark, cold and damp. The walls and floor were bare concrete, cool air radiating from the surface. The lighting overhead was dim and it cast harsh shadows across Castiel's sharp features. Gabriel began to shiver, goosebumps rising on his tawny skin, his exposed state immediately evident. He found himself completely naked, wrists bound together with leather cuffs that were strung high above his head and fastened to a large steel hook. His toes barely brushed the floor. The restraints proved very unforgiving, cutting deep and rubbing him raw.

"You're permitted to speak now," Castiel stated flatly. He casually brought his hands behind his back, lacing fingers together as he rocked back on his heels, appearing rather pleased with himself.

"Seriously?" Gabriel asked with a raised brow, "You're gonna torture me?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head side to side. "And I thought you were the good one...an angel with feelings and emotions and what not. You know, blah, blah, blah..." That brazen grin was plastered right across his face again, taunting Castiel. His smug demeanor took precedence over his fear, unwilling to let his little brother strike the fear of "God" into him.

There was shuffling to the left and Gabriel quickly turned his head to investigate but all that met him was darkness. He blinked a few times, waiting impatiently for his eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. That's when he saw him...

"Dean?" Gabriel damn near squealed, his question met with silence. There wasn't so much as a grunt. Dean was stark naked, sitting in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest, dull green eyes fixed submissively to the floor. Bruises painted his creamy skin...deep purples, blues, greens, yellows…some days old and some more recent. Dried blood stained his back, crusted black and copper smudges trailing from deep lash marks that overlapped sporadically in no particular pattern. There was a thick leather collar fastened with a heavy padlock around his neck. He looked defeated, completely and utterly broken with not an ounce of fight left in him. This couldn't be Dean Winchester.

"He's trained to answer only to me," Cas said smugly as he slowly strutted over to stroke his pet's head, fingers lacing through dark locks. Dean leaned into the touch, craning his neck in desperate search of more affection, eyes never leaving the floor.

"It took what…thirty years for them to break him in hell?" Gabriel's voice cracked a bit, changing in pitch as he struggled to sound steady, to sound unfazed by his current predicament. "I'm assuming you haven't been this powerful for very long," he continued, "…so what the fudge did you do to him? I gotta tell ya, I didn't think you had it in you Cassy."

"I have leverage that they didn't," Castiel smirked wickedly, giving a gesturing nod to the right. Another naked body sat motionless, eyes on the floor hidden behind shaggy brown hair. He bore similar marks, looking just as broken as his brother.

"Sam too? And here I thought you only had eyes for Dean-o there," he teased, batting his eyelashes femininely.

"I'm God. I have whoever I please," growled Cas. "And at the moment that means you." Gabriel choked on his next retort before the first syllable escaped his lips…silenced by Cas' will. "I have a feeling you're going to be fun…"