Tension electrified the air and it set Cas on edge. His heart beat against his rib cage so violently, he swore it would rip right out of his chest if it beat any harder and then the monster standing before him would claim Dean. He wouldn't have that. He had to calm down if he was going to face this abomination and come out on top.

And if Dean noticed any tension, he didn't show it. He was still absolutely enthralled with what stood before him. Cas knew it wasn't his fault. The being before them could obviously control his emotions. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

Castiel knew what the creature was that stood before them. And when he told the being what he was, he hoped that it would say he was mistaken. He didn't want it to be His First. He rather face Lucifer himself. Better the enemy you know...

But the angel would quickly be disappointed.

"It seems you are as smart as I have been led to believe," His First responded. "But call me Zavid."

Cas moved a tiny step closer to Dean. He was only inches from him now. He could reach out and grab him and disappear from this field if he was quick enough. He knew he could be swift, but he wasn't sure how fast his opponent was. If he wasn't quick enough, the consequences could be dire. He had to keep him talking, maybe distract him. He had to play this just right.

He risked a quick glance at Dean and couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans. He frowned and looked away, his eyes landing on the golden being. "Zavid, huh? I thought you were extinct."

"You mean dismantled? By our father? Well clearly, he didn't get to all of us. It appears daddy is fallible after all."

Castiel slowly began to move his fingers closely to Dean, moving them as subtly as he could. The slightest touch with him would be all he needed and then they would be out of there in an instant.

Suddenly, Dean found his voice. "You are so fucking beautiful," Dean suddenly whispered. "I want you so bad."

Zavid winked at Dean. "All in due time."

Cas ignored his mate's comment, even as it pained him and didn't acknowledge Zavid's remark. He had to focus or everything could shatter in his face. "How did you survive? Where have you been?"

Zavid smiled. "Go ahead," he said, as golden wings of metallic feathers burst from his back, even more massive than those of the dark haired angel's. "Touch him and escape. It won't be long before I find you."
Castiel's fingertips came in contact with Dean's elbow and in a flash, they disappeared, reappearing in the bunker. Without a moment's hesitation, Cas wrapped his arms around Dean in a tight and passionate hug.

Dean gasped, breathing heavily. "Oh my freaking god! What the hell was that?" Cas leaned back from the hug, opening his mouth to reply, but immediately, Dean looked awkward and pained as a realization came over him. "Oh no Cas, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"No, Dean," Cas said, grabbing his hands in reassurance. "It was not your fault. It was him. He is extremely powerful. You were not in control of yourself."

Dean shook his head. "Still, I love you Cas. I should have been stronger."

"There was nothing you could have done. You have to believe me Dean."

Dean looked at Cas for several seconds, not knowing what to say. Finally, he settled for leaning into the angel and meeting his lips with his own. Dean ran his hands slowly down Castiel's hard toned back, feeling the muscles as they went lower and lower until settling on one of his favorite parts on his angel, his ass. He gave it a quick but firm squeeze before pulling back from Cas. Looking passionately into his eyes with a soft smile forming on his face, Dean said, "You're the best, you know that?"

"So I'm told."

Dean took a breath and took on a look of seriousness as he pulled a chair out from under the table and took a seat. "So what exactly was that thing anyways?"

"He was His First," Cas responded, as he began to slowly pace around the table.

"His first what?"

"He was part of a species our father created. The first species he created simply known as His First. They were created millennia before angels." He continued pacing, in an even more frantic way if that was possible. "But what I don't understand is how they escaped dismantling. It shouldn't be possible. Nothing is adding up."

"What shouldn't be possible? Dismantling? His first? What the hell are you talking about Cas? Details!"

"Like I said, His First was basically the prototype of what was to become what we know as angels today."

"What happened to them?"

"Our father destroyed them. Erased them. They were too powerful, too unruly and chaotic. If left unchecked, who knows what could have happened. Armageddon could have come much sooner."

"Hey, what's going on guys," Sam said, coming out of his room with a loud yawn. "Why aren't you guys in bed?" Sam realized what that sounded like and shuddered at the thought. "Not that I'm complaining. Anytime you two aren't…"

"Oh shut up Sammy," Dean interrupted. "Before you put your foot in it; or else I'll put my foot somewhere you aren't gonna like."

"We have a major problem on our hands," Cas said.

"What?" Sam looked more awake now, his concern face on full alert. "What's going on?"

Castiel quickly filled Sam in, leaving out the part where Dean was so obviously lusting after that bastard. He knew it would embarrass Dean if he was to mention it, so he felt it best not to. "So do you think the Men of Letters have anything on His First," Cas asked Sam.

Dean got up to pull out a few books to skim through with Sam when he suddenly felt a presence behind him. "Why ask the Men of Letters when you can go directly to the source?"

Several things happened at once.

Sam pulled out his gun to aim it at the completely nude golden Oscar statue behind Dean.

Castiel let his angel blade fall from his sleeve and into his hand as he took a defensive stance.

And Dean grabbed the chair in front of him, whirling around to swing it at the ass hole behind him. But when he turned, seeing the exotic man made him lose track of all that was happening. The chair fell from his grasp, clattering on the ground. Dean's eyes grew and he licked his lips.

"What the hell Dean," Sam cried out.

"How did you get in here," Cas demanded, trying his best to ignore Dean's reaction as he tried desperately to think of a way to come out on top of this dire situation. He had to do something quickly or this was going to go super wrong, super quick.

"Really, Castiel, why are you so surprised?"

"What do you want from us," Sam asked, his teeth gritted.

Zavid looked at Sam. "What do I want," Zavid asked. He slowly turned his head until he was looking down at Dean, mere inches from him. He looked deeply into the elder Winchester's eyes. "I think you know."

Dean smiled and without any noticeable prompting, wrapped his arms around the golden behemoth and together they disappeared from the bunker.

"Dean," Cas cried out, throwing himself far too late at where his mate was once standing.

"What the fuck just happened," Sam yelled. "Why the hell did Dean embrace that weirdo?"

"He wasn't in control," Cas responded.

Kevin suddenly came out of his room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Good morning guys," he said with a yawn as he made his way over to the coffee pot, completely unawares.