Castiel, Lord Thursday, beloved youngest child and Virgin Guide of His Grace, Sentinel Prime Charles, Ruler of Arcadia, Duke of Elysium, hereditary Protector and Leader of the Archangel and Host Clan and the Lord of the Blessed Isles, sat rigidly in the saddle pressed back against the hard muscular chest of the devilish green-eyed handsome Rogue Sentinel who had captured him.

His wrists were firmly bound together in front of him with the leather jesses of the hunting hawk which flew ahead of them. The Rogue's hard arms trapped Castiel within, ensuring that he had no room for manoeuvre whilst the irritating bastard rode the beautiful black steed to the Rogue's den of viciousness and iniquity no doubt.

Castiel ignored the throbbing in his ankle. The damage to which had ensured that his poor brother Gabriel, Lord Loki, eldest born Virgin Guide but fifth son to the Duke, had been left to fend for himself and try to get back to their home, Elysium Castle to get the aid of their blessed protector brothers. Four renowned Warrior Sentinels, the eldest sons of Duke Charles. Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and Uriel.

Castiel longed for the sight of their handsome faces even though he knew the dire scolding both he and Gabriel would receive for their latest adventure. He would submit gladly to his brothers' wrath if only he could enjoy their defeat of these, these utter Assbutts. Especially this hateful villain who had manhandled and mocked him and made his cheeks burn with the fires of shame.

For this Rogue travelled with four others, three of whom were hunting his brave Gabriel as he struggled valiantly to reach safety and succour running as fast he could through the deep forest back to the Castle.

Castiel had blanketed his emotions, fearing his discovery as a Guide by this unbonded miscreant. He and Gabriel has been soundly drilled in defensive and offensive tactics by their brother Lucifer, Lord of the Morning Star, even though Michael was Lord Protector and Leader of the Arcadian Armies. For Lucy was devious, utterly vicious and without mercy when it came to his brothers' protection but especially his guide little brothers and Michael was in full agreement that their little brothers learned all about fighting without recourse to any stupid limitations of honour. In fact Michael and the rest of their paranoid Sentinel brothers had taken great delight in stalking the guides through the Castle at improbable and ridiculous times in order to ambush them, and the only way they could get it to stop was when both Castiel and Gabriel had managed to defeat each and every one of them.

But that didn't stop the horrifying stories they heard whispered by the servants or the Guardian troops of the dangers to unbonded Guides caught by unbonded Sentinels or even perverse and deviant mundanes who believed that unbonded virgin guides would bestow upon them unimaginable sexual pleasure.
So the genuine fear which burned in Castiel's gut was hidden by the smug satisfaction he continued to project at the fact his undamaged booted foot had made contact with the Rogue's face when he had been forced to climb up the tree to retrieve him.

Gabriel and Castiel had unexpectedly met the four Rogues in the forest as they searched to replace the sacred mistletoe Gabriel has accidentally misplaced before their strict tutor and Uncle Lord Zachariah found out. They had borrowed over garments from the stable lads to cover their rich virgin guide appropriate clothes.
Both Gabriel and Castiel had felt unease in the presence of the mounted Guardian Sentinels (the name given to the Castles' troops trained and led by the four brothers) so Gabriel had tricked them into believing them actual stable lads until the Virgin Guides found the opportunity to flee and took it.

But Castiel had fallen foul of a tree root and damaged his ankle, he had barely managed to convince his older brother that they had a better chance of rescue if Gabriel continued the flight to Castle.

Castiel knew that Gabriel was quite capable of stubbornly sitting there beside him until they were both captured by the suspect Guardians, so he used his last and best weapon.
He flung himself into his brother's arms and wept, "Please Gabriel, I'm so scared, you have to get Michael and Lucifer, please Gabe please"
He felt Gabriel shiver against him and then the stiffening of his shoulders and deep indrawn breath were the first indicators that Gabriel was thinking as the trickster, the king of chaos again, finding a way to turn the situation to their advantage.
Gabriel had scanned their surroundings He seemed to give a nod of satisfaction as he stared up at a gnarled but huge old oak, and then he ran back to Castiel and knelt in the dirt beside him, wearing that wicked grin which eased Castiel's heart even though Castiel could see the same fear in his Gabriel's eyes as he felt in his bones. "You are going to ascend my little cherub" Gabriel's amused words were whispered into Castiel's ear and his head nodded at the oak tree he had been studying.

The memory was interrupted as the Rogue seemed to move impossibly closer surrounding him and that deep husky voice commented derisively "Mighty fine clothes for a stable boy. So shall I call you Little Thief in lieu of your proper name"
Castiel hissed in outrage, and nearly bit his tongue to stop the vengeful retort hovering on his lips. He had to give Gabe time, he must not give himself away.
Though now he wished desperately that he had managed to kick the dastard's face repeatedly not just the once.
The Rogue laughed mockingly. "Did that touch a nerve Little Thief?"
Castiel closed his eyes in a frantic attempt to contain his rage and instantly regretted it.
He could feel the heat off the damn Sentinel's body and the breath from his wicked words caressed his ear. He felt the stirring in his blood and his manhood twitch.
Outrage of another kind battered at his stubborn reserve. He was not attracted to a Rogue. He refused to be attracted to a Rogue. The dastard mocked him mercilessly and whilst the body was undeniably beautiful and awoke lust in a once oblivious Castiel, it hosted the soul of a Rogue and Outlaw. How could a profound bond exist with one such as he? How could he succour and Guide a criminal?
He was Castiel, Lord Thursday and this Rogue would not get the better of him.

"Or perhaps that delightful scene we interrupted with you straddling the cheeky golden hair stripling so determinedly was exactly what it looked like. Are you are a naughty little Lordling who has sneaked out in disguise to tup that pretty stable lad?"

The punch that Lord Thursday aimed as close to the Rogue's groin as he could get with his bound hands nearly gave the same satisfying reaction as the delightful yelp and bellow of rage when Castiel had put his boot to the bastard's face in the tree.

Dean, Hunter Sentinel and eldest son of Hunter Sentinel Lady Mary, Hereditary Matriarch of the Campbell Pride and Warrior Guide John of the learned Winchester pack held onto the youthful bundle of pretty black haired blue eyed defiant rage and stubbornness with fierce possessive determination.
The lad's aroma was as enticing as the scent of coffee and freshly baked bread to break the night's fast early in the morn, the silky black hair brushed against Dean's skin and he had to resist the urge to rub his face in the luxury of it. Damn he would gladly give the boy a tumble if he had offered the slightest hint of encouragement. But the stubborn little jerk hadn't.

The two lads had been so caught up in their helpless slide down the embankment, and then laughter at the sight of an earth worm wriggling his way across the golden haired one's eyebrows that they literally hadn't noticed four huge stationery steeds and their riders starring at them in bemusement.

Dean had been leading a small pack in a scouting mission as near to the Elysium castle as they could get without triggering any alarums. The pack had consisted of his brother Sammy, also a Sentinel, Garth, a latent far too cheerful and garrulous guide but non the less a fierce and able fighter and Ash, the former scribe to the Winchester household who had come on line after the fire which had set the Winchester pride on this long and arduous path.
On their way back to report their findings to John, Lord Winchester, Dean and Samuel's father, they had been interrupted by the pair of idiot jesters. Pretty, pretty jesters but still jesters.

Irrational jealousy had hit Dean with the furious force of a kick from his war horse Impala at the sight of the black haired blue eyed stable lad laughing so easily atop of his obvious lover.
His voice had been harder and more mocking than perhaps wise for the situation when the tawny haired lad had suddenly reacted to their presence and moved the black haired boy behind him in a surprisingly well practised defensive move.

"Now isn't this a pretty sight" he'd smirked "Two stable lads frolicking with each other rather than attending to their duties at the castle. Did you run away lads?"

Dean had been annoyed that he hadn't been able to see more of the black haired youth's face but it was Sam who demanded that the hiding boy come out from behind the cocky blonde lad.
Dean hadn't failed to notice how Sammy was staring at the impertinent smirking blonde with a curiously intense fascination. When the two lads had made a break for it on foot, his gigantic little brother had been very eager to give chase.

They came to the clearing where, as experienced Hunters they saw the signs that the two had stopped for some unknown reason.
Dean had silently signalled to the rest of his pride that he would wait in the clearing.
Sam had given him a knowing smirk, Garth smiled that sincere happy smile that made sure he was always underestimated and Ash had just shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgement.
There was no heartbeat or anxious breaths to confirm that one of them had been left in the clearing, and the two scents seemed to be leading away from it, along with two pairs of footsteps but deep in his gut, he knew one of them was still there. His curiosity was peaking. How and why would a simple stable lad be taught to hide from a Sentinel? If they hadn't been hunters the two mysterious youths might have got away with it.

To their credit, his pride mates made enough noise to cover the fact that he remained immobile in the clearing. The deliberate ruckus sounded as if all of them had departed to further their search. Dean had lent forward on Impala, his beautiful black steed who has been his mother's last gift to him as a foal and given the proud clever creature the signal for motionless.
It didn't take long for his patience and his instincts to be rewarded as he heard the soft sound of a desperate inhale to fill gasping air deprived lungs.

He smiled widely, there was no rhyme nor reason to it, but he knew deep in his bones that the one who had stayed behind was the dark haired lad. Satisfaction filled his gut like a warm ale on a cold day.

Dean Winchester was not a man inclined towards introspection, but sometimes he could admit his brash manner could earn him unintended enmity. Pride once again made him perhaps ill-considered in his words.

"Annnnnd there you are Sweetheart, I'm impressed. You did very well hiding like that, any normal Sentinel would not have noticed, but we are Hunters, it's our job to notice. Now why don't you come down like a good boy hmm?"

Dean couldn't blame the lad for the unimpressed almost sullen silence after his words but he could and did blame him for making Dean climb the damn tree and then getting a boot to the face which would leave a beautiful bruise that his Pride would mock him mercilessly for.

The smirk on that sweetly handsome face only disappeared when Dean had inadvertently pulled on the boy's damaged limb, then the pain which filled the lad's tear drenched intense blue eyes had made him want to offer his face once more to the lad for another hearty kick.
His good sense stopped that nonsense in time and he hardened his heart as he threatened the lad with pulling him out of the tree forcibly unless he submit and came down in Dean's arms.
Dean had watched the fear grow in the lad's eyes, and heard the way his heart had sped up. It had made him feel like cow dung on the lad's boot but it had to be done.

They couldn't allow the two lads to go back to the Castle just yet and get the real Guardian Sentinels stirred up until they had got what they had come for. Dean consoled himself with the knowledge that they would just inconvenience the lads for a couple of days.
They might be kept from leaving but no one would hurt them and Guide Dame Ellen Harvelle their Victualler since she had left her Inn and joined them on their quest so that her Sentinel daughter Jo could be trained to hunt, would feed them without mercy as she scolded them for being caught. Dean would have to make sure Jo did not give into her mischief making too much around the lads.

Dean and his still silent frustrating captive made it back to the camp first. He felt the lad stiffen in his arms as he stared wide eyes at the well laid out camp with the camouflaged well-appointed tents. Dame Ellen glanced over at them from the huge cooking pot hanging over the open fire and jerked her head at the large tent. Dean knew his father, his Uncle Robert Singer Guide Advisor and Council, second in command only to John, and Bobby's Sentinel Rufus Sewell, a man not to trifle with, were in conference.
Good he needed some time to settle the lad before the shouting began and he could guarantee there would be shouting but his father would accept his decision to detain the pair.
They might even give them some useful information about the Castle themselves if they were treated well enough. Of course there was the use of intimidation to gain that information but Dean would punch the first person to try that on the kid until they saw stars. No one was going to frighten him. No one else was going to frighten him, his thoughts were tinged with guilt.
Damn it all he needed to get a name out of the stubborn brat. A memory popped into his head now he was clear headed enough to think about and why should bringing the lad back to his temporary territory clear his thinking?

"You little shit Gabe, I hate you so much right now", the boy's voice was surprisingly deep as he howled with laughter, and collapsed forward to rest his head the other lad's shoulder. The blonde's (Gabe's?) fingers gently stroked through those unruly black locks and to the angry watching Sentinel it looked like a lover's caress even as his own gasping mirth was broken with moans of pain. "I ache all over Cas" "Serves… serves you… you right, so do I" responded Cas in a stutter through his own merriment with his eyes closed.

"Cas" Dean murmured and smiled with satisfaction as periwinkle blue eyes swung round to stare at him in shock. Then the fear hit once again and it nearly overwhelmed Dean until Cas pulled it back in.
Dean slid off Impala with Cas in his arms. He could feel the trembling racking his lithe body. He wanted to reassure him but thought it would be better to do so face to face within the shelter of the tent that Dean shared with his younger brother Sammy.

He lay the trembling lad down on the raised pallet and looked him directly in the eye.
"Do not be so afraid Cas, no one will hurt you here. No one. I give you my word"
The lad's chin raised and he shot him a fierce expression as if he were in truth the Lordling Dean had teased him about as he asked icily with complete disdain even though he were prone and vulnerable.
"And am I to trust the word of a Rogue?"

Disbelief, and then rage flared in those green eyes making them harder than emeralds as they stared unblinkingly down at the infuriating boy.

Castiel wondered if the ride and the pain of his ankle had misplaced his sense of preservation because the look the Rogue was giving him should set him aflame.

But before the Rogue could respond and Castiel had no doubt it would be unpleasant, he heard the thunder of horses' hooves enter the camp, and the sound of someone calling the Rogue's given name.

The Rogue did not answer but continued to stare at Castiel as if he were cataloguing every weakness so that he could take him apart easily. Castiel's mouth became dry and the sound of his erratic pulse was unpleasantly loud in his own ears. He had no doubt that the Sentinel in front of him was aware of every physiological change in Cas's body.

Once again, a Rogue Sentinel strode through the tent opening with a guide son of Duke Charles in his arms. Only this time Gabriel, Lord Loki was unconscious. Murderous rage and fear flared as Castiel tried desperately to sense his brother's injuries.

"No harm on your word indeed Rogue" he spat viciously at the suddenly pale faced shocked Sentinel who had been looming over him but had stepped back to allow the other Sentinel access to the pallet.
Castiel was not interested in his response, he turned on the long haired Giant with the pathetic beard who was kneeling to lay his beloved brother next to him.

"What did you do to him you walking midden heap of rat shite?" Sam looked up into murderous blue eyes at the snarled shocking words and tried to shrug unconcernedly but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone "He's fine, he'll awaken soon".

His own veiled green eyes kept checking on the silent figure on the pallet. Which is why he missed the booted foot that struck him cleanly in the face and send him flying ass over tit to the ground. Not that he had far to fall. But the feral snarl from the prone dark haired lad would have made any possessive Sentinel proud to utter.

Sam wiped incredulously at the blood from his nose as he rose to his feet, the sight of the red liquid covering his hand sent rage flooding through his limbs, he took one step towards the damn stable lad on the way to deliver retribution when his brother's hand clamped on his arm with the strength of a vice.

"I vowed they would be safe here Samuel" Dean growled at his younger brother, the use of his full name an indicator of how serious his elder brother was. Before Sam could respond, before any of them had time to do more than draw breath, a familiar voice snarled from the opening of the tent.

"You pair of god damn idjits, whose god damn idea was it to snatch two Virgin Guides, and then bring said Virgin Guides to our supposedly secret camp? "

There was a disbelieving pause before the irate voice continued with even more threatening growl

"Especially considering the fact that only male pair of Virgin Guides at the Castle are the youngest sons of Duke Charles himself


AN: wrote this as the third part of the Little Black dress challenge back in November. Only managed to complete this second chapter though have lots of notes for the ending to work on once I have finished a couple of other WIPS. I have used some of the first chapter as memories
Hope you enjoy this New Year's offering
No infringement intended.