Sam was sitting at the table, dozens of old scrolls in front of him. "They're called the coven of Eshlem. They're like magic vacuums and witches. They suck up whatever gift or ability their victims have, by eating them." Sam's face looked disgusted.

"So they're magic siphoning cannibal whores," Dean says while nodding. "Perfect."

Castiel looked at Sam's findings with a unhappy expression, "They took children though? Human ones."

Sam shook his head, "They must have been magical somehow. They don't kill in vain. It's a rule. Which explains how you guys got away without a scratch."

Dean snorted, "So what's the ticket to putting them in the ground?"

Sam scrambled to find a scroll, reading it out loud. "A silver knive dipped in the blood of a Jin."

"A Jin?" Castiel asked.

Sam nodded, "Yes, a Jin."

Dean threw his hands up, "I don't think we have any of that lying around do we Sam!"

Sam pursed his lips, "So this might take a while."

"Does it say anything about their spells? Being broken after they're dead." Castiel spoke softly, as if he was embarrassed.

Sam shook his head, "Not really but that's basic witch craft."

Castiel nodded, "then let's kill these witches."

"Bitches," Dean corrected him.

"Let me see that," Dean pointed to Scroll near Castiel and as Castiel handed it to Dean they're fingers Touched and it was like a flash of light.

Dean's hands were locked in Castiel's hair as his lips trailed from Cas's jaw down to his neck.

"Dean stop," Cas cried. "P-Please stop."

Dean sounded like he was almost in tears, "I can't."

Before Castiel could plead anymore Dean was already unbuckling his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and removing his boxers.

Castiel closed his eyes in embarrassment as his member sprang to life, Dean gasped.

"DAMN THOSE BITCHES!" Dean exclaimed right before taking Cas into his mouth, Castiel moaned out in pleasure mixed with horror.

"Dean, n-no." His words were broken up with groans, "Ohh- D-" Dean couldn't keep his eyes open and the sounds of Castiel's moans were only making it worse. Dean finally spat Cas out, "Can you just not talk," he begged.

"How do we stop this?" Castiel asked as he reluctantly started caressing Dean's chest.

Dean closed his eyes, as if not seeing it would mean it wasn't happening. "I think we may have to- just let it run its course," he groaned at the thought.

"What do you mean?"

"Just get it over with," Dean exclaimed pushing Cas down and climbing on top of him.

"YOU GUYS!" Sam was shaking Dean and Castiel's shoulders, they had been frozen in place.

"Did you-"

"See that, yes." Castiel nodded. "I should go."

Castiel hurriedly ran up the iron stairs and out the door. Dean looked at Sam who was eyeing him. "Dean what happen to you guys?"

"Nothing."

"No, that doesn't look like nothing."

Dean sighed, "Just leave it alone Sammy."

Sam slammed his hand down on the table, "Were you two tortured? Why has Cas been so weird?!"

"I SAID LEAVE IT ALONE!" Dean threw his glass of soda off the table and stormed out of the room.

This was becoming a burden to bare, a horrific nightmare that apparently he and Castiel had to relive every time they came into contact.

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