Meg watched Castiel singing from her booth and recognized him immediately. Her childhood sweetheart. Her little Clarence. Her Unicorn. When Castiel finished singing Meg stood and applauded profusely. She needed to talk to Castiel. She made her way to the stairs and didn't notice the dark figure that tracked her movement from the shadows. Dean felt jealousy swirl through him like a fire. Castiel was his, and he was going to make sure that this strange girl knew it. With a swirl of his cape he disappeared.

Jo made her way down the dark stairs to find Castiel sitting in front of a picture of his father. A man he greatly admired and missed.

"Castiel you sang amazingly tonight," Jo said sitting down next to her friend who was more like a brother to her.

"Thank you Jo I appreciate that," Castiel said with a small smile.

"Cas, if you don't mind me asking, how did you learn to sing so well?"

"Well sometimes when I come down to visit my father, I hear an angel who coaches me on my singing. I believe that the angel was sent by my father."

"Cas… I don't mean to be rude but are you sure that it is an angel?"

"What else would it be Jo? I cannot think of anyone who could teach me to sing so well and yet not be able to show themselves."

"Cas you have been down here for too long. You are tired and the fumes seem to be going to your head. Come, and don't worry yourself about this angel." Castiel reluctantly followed Jo upstairs to his dressing room where Ellen was waiting.

"You did wonderful this evening my dear," she said giving Castiel a quick hug then smoothing his hair in place. She then turned and picked something up before giving it to Castiel. It was a black rose with a red ribbon tied around the stem. "The Phantom is pleased with your performance." Castiel carefully took the rose and admired it. A knock on the door caused them both to turn. Ellen gave Castiel's arm a squeeze before opening the door and walking out. Meg entered as Ellen exited.

"That was quite the performance Clarence," Meg said walking up to Castiel.

"Meg, my caretaker. All that thorny pain, so beautiful."

"I told you before I don't like poetry, put up or shut up." Castiel smiled shyly as he walked up to Meg.

"I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Not since you left the hospital."

"Yes. My "noodle" as you called it, is fully functioning now."

"Good then let us go out to celebrate."

"Meg that isn't a good idea. My master will be very angry and won't allow it." But Meg didn't hear him, instead walked to the door.

"I'll be out front with the carriage, be ready by then Clarence." After the door closed Castiel slumped into a chair defeated.

"Foolish girl. Did she think that she can take you away from me when she feels like it," a rough voice echoed through the room. Castiel felt chills run up and down his spine.

"She meant no harm by it master. She was only trying to be friendly."

"Ha, friendly? Don't be a fool Castiel. She admires you and thinks that she can take you away from me but she is wrong." Castiel glanced around the room and his eyes fell upon the mirror. A tall figure stood on the other side of the glass with a white mask covering his face.

Dean reached out with a gloved hand and pushed on the glass which swung open like a door. He then held out his hand which Castiel took hesitantly. He then led him into the tunnels and down several flights of stairs, glancing back every so often.

Castiel seemed to be unable to take his eyes of this strange man. He was very handsome. His dark hair shown amber in the candle light, and his eyes were a deep hazel green. Freckles were dusted across his cheek and nose. They stopped in a tunnel where a jet black horse stood waiting patiently. He snorted and nuzzled his master's hand when they approached.

Dean easily swung Castiel up into the saddle and took the reins.

"Easy Impala," Dean said when the horse stomped his foot and nipped at the stranger on his back. He led the horse along until they came to a ramp with a small boat tied to it.

"Come," Dean said holding out his hand to help Castiel into the boat. Castiel took his hand and stepped into the boat which rocked and threw him into Dean. Dean easily caught him and helped his upright. Castiel couldn't help but blush at the closeness of the two men. Dean seemed impassive at the whole scenario, even though on the inside he was relishing there moment of closeness. Dean gently pushed the boat along until they came to a small living area. Dean helped Castiel out of the boat and let him explore. Castiel came upon a painting of him dressed in his blue suit in the middle of the stage standing proudly as the audience roared with applause.

"Do you like it," Dean asked quietly as he came to stand beside Castiel. Castiel smiled and looked over at the man, whose eyes looked hopeful, and nodded. Dean smiled widely and let out a small sigh. He watched Castiel's eyes dart from his to his mouth then back again. Dean paused for a moment then closed the distance between them and planted his lips firmly against Castiel's. Castiel let out a muffled sound of surprise then relaxed. When Dean pulled away Castiel smiled then collapsed. Dean caught him easily and lifted him up into his arms. He carried him over to a large bed and set him down. He gazed fondly at the younger man before pulling on a rope near the side of the bed that drew the curtains around the bed closed.

"Sleep well my little angel."

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