A loud knocking started Dean from a peaceful sleep, his mom peeking the door open slightly, "Wake up honey," She smiled brightly at him, "Happy birthday."

Dean yawned and smiled, "Morning mom," he stretched, "Can't I sleep in on my birthday?"

"Well normally yes, but your father's present can't wait." Mary giggled and trotted down the stairs before Dean could ask any further questions.

Dean pulled himself out of bed and pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants, no need to greet his father in his birthday suit despite what day it was. He strolled down to the front door and walked outside, the sun warming his bare chest instantly. He sighed softly and looked over to where John was standing beside his truck, Bobby and Rufus grinning beside him.

"Hey dad," Dean walked over, "What's up?"

"First, happy 18th birthday son." John pat Dean's shoulders, "You're an adult now, feel any different?"

Dean looked down at himself and shrugged, "Not really."

"Well you're about to," John climbed onto the back of the truck and lifted the covering off the cage.

Dean's eyes slowly widened as it registered what exactly it was that he was seeing. Shimmering wings caught by the sun's rays, slender limbs and body squirming beneath a heavy chain net, and a soft looking mess of black hair; his dad had brought him an angel for his birthday.

"Oh my god…" Dean could barely breathe as he stepped closer, "You… you bought this?"

"You blind, boy? I caught him." John grinned, "Like a real man."

Dean laughed a little, glad to hear his dad quoting him, remembering that Dean hated the easy way of buying one. "Can I see him?"

"It'll be easier to show you once we've got him bound to you," John unlocked the cage, watching the struggle back of the creature closely.

"You have the spell?" Dean asked excitedly, "It can really be mine?"

"Of course," Bobby smiled, opening an older looking book, "Why else would we go out and get one? Just to let go again? It ain't like fishin' boy."

Dean didn't care that the old men kept calling him boy or grinning like they ruled the world, he had a friggin' angel now. "Bind it, bind it." Dean hopped onto the truck, peering closer at the bundle of wing and flesh. Angels had no need for clothing, apparently. Dean had never seen a wild one so close, he hadn't known that they come naked. 'If it would just roll over I could see it's face…' He thought anxiously.

Bobby tossed the book to John who promptly began to read the incantation. Dean felt a light tug in his chest as he felt his body heating up. 'This is normal.' He reassured himself, not entirely sure if his father was going about this the right way. He looked down at his skin and saw a faint glow, watching as light intensified, not able to do anything about it. Dean looked up at the angel and saw the same glow in its skin, though it was taking the binding much harder than Dean was.

A loud and piercing shriek not only forced the by standers to cover their ears but cracked the glass on John's pickup. The older Winchester pushed through and finished the spell, determined to not let this wild thing get the better of him.

A chain of light connected Dean to the angel and quietly vanished from sight, though some how he knew it was still there. Dean exhaled lightly, his muscles relaxing. "So it's done?"

"We'll see." John removed the net from the angel's back, Bobby and Rufus stepping back rapidly to avoid the possible backlash; this thing hadn't been entirely gentle and calm on the ride back.

Wings spread out and drifted behind the creature, the feathers ruffling and every muscle stretching. The angel lifted its head, icy blue eyes fixating on Dean; and the oldest son froze. He could see every emotion in those eyes, nothing was hidden because this angel couldn't hide from him; this was his angel. Dean's gaze trailed down from the eyes to the full cheeks and along the stubbled jawline. He smiled; the face of his angel was soft and cute but the look in those eyes… They stared right into him and through him.

"What's your name?" Dean asked softly, stepping closer to the hunched over body before him.

Those full lips parted slightly, a strange glint flickered in those beautiful blue orbs. For a moment Dean wondered if this one could speak but his thought was cut short, "Castiel." Its voice was a low, scratchy tone that sent shivers down Dean's spine.

"I'm Dean," he offered a hand to his angel, Castiel staring back at him, unmoving. "Come on," He smiled, "You can trust me."

Castiel frowned, a crease formed in his brow as his eyes narrowed. His arm hesitated but lifted and he took Dean's hand in his own, allowing the human to pull him up. Dean's mind was almost blank of instructions or limitations; meaning Castiel had no restrictions on him yet.

Dean's smile widened as he watched his angel slowly rise from the floor of the truck, however as soon as Castiel was half way up he burst forward, tackling Dean off the side of the pickup and onto the graveled driveway. Dean coughed as his air was knocked clean out of him; his eyes refocusing on the figure perched on top of him. His mind was already crying out for the angel to stop, so he had.

Castiel's legs trembled, one on either side of the Winchester boy. His arms were straight, his hands gripping Dean's shoulders tightly, uncomfortably close to his throat. But Castiel didn't move any further. "You…" He whispered.

Dean stared up, his eyes wide with shock. "Wh… What?" He managed to gasp out the words but his mind was almost empty of them.

"Why?" Castiel lifted his head, confusion and contempt the most prominent features in his eyes. "Why would you do this!"

The anguished shouts from his angel somehow alarmed Dean more than thought it would, his chest ached under the weight of Castiel's intense emotional outburst and he felt a sting behind his eyes. "I…" Dean found he had no answer.

"Dad…" Sam's voice rolled over them like an enraged dog; there was an edge to it that gave his anger away before he had to speak any further. "Why is there an angel here and why is he on top of Dean?"

"Dean's birthday present," John spoke cautiously as he watched the super-powered beast on top of his son, not sure if he should invest in some training items like a shock collar. "In speaking of…" He muttered aloud, hopping off the truck and peering inside. "Here, Dean." John took out a black collar and stepped around the heap of limbs to stare down at his son.

Castiel looked up at the man who had thrown the net over him in the first place, his wings flexing agitatedly. "Dean you have to order it or it'll do what it wants." John explained, not backing away from Castiel's murderous stare.

"Him, dad!" Sam shouted, running over to them, "This is obviously a 'him.'"

"It." John argued, "It's not human therefore it's an it."

"A male dog is called 'him'." Sam growled back, "You could at least do that much to respect this angel."

John scowled but nodded, "Fine, 'he' needs to be ordered, Dean."

"Cass, could you get off?" Dean stammered, not used to giving orders to things and thusly not realizing it sounded more like a request. Luckily for him his mind clarified, Castiel lifted his leg over Dean's torso and knelt next to him, his hands letting go of the shoulder blades clutched in his fingers.

"Close enough, now put this on him." John tossed to collar down.

Dean picked it up and looked at the pained stare of his angel, that icy blue not wavering. "Lean forward, Cass." Dean lifted the collar up as Castiel extended his neck, elegant and dangerous. Swallowing once, Dean hadn't realized how scary these things were up close, fresh out of their element. He fastened the accessory on, clasping it shut with a sudden snap. A strange sigil was carved into the clasp, something specially made for angels he guessed. "There you go, looking sharp. Just gotta get you some clothes…" Dean's gaze lowered to Castiel's bare waistline, a sensuous crease leading suggestively between his legs.

Castiel didn't move to hide himself, he felt no shame in being unclothed but he didn't intend to run about naked for these sick-minded humans either. He lifted his hands and scratched at the collar but couldn't move it or make a mark. A heavy sigh escaped him and he slumped down, defeated.

Sam knelt next to him with a blanket from the house, "I'm so sorry," he whispered, draping it over Castiel's shoulders.

The angel peered up at him and gave a slow nod; he had nothing more to say. His hands came up and pulled the cover around himself, shielding what little he had left to hide. His wings shuddered beneath the sheet; he gave them a short flap and closed his eyes as they folded back into him.

"I think I'm gonna have to do more research about this…" Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his head. The thought of having an angel was one thing; one sitting right in front of you was an entirely different story.

Castiel glared up at him, slowly lifting himself to his feet again. "You may own me," he growled through his teeth, "But I will never listen to you; not without being forced to."

Dean furrowed his brow, "You will." He assured confidently, "Not many people can resist me," he smiled his patented 'charming' smile though to Sam it often just looked dorky.

Castiel didn't seem impressed either. "Lucky me, none of you believe I'm a person; so I should be safe from such a disease." He gripped the blanket closer to him; his fidgeting caught Dean's attention.

"You'll come around." He stepped closer and reached down gingerly, "Are you cold?"

"Don't touch me," Castiel snapped, shuffling backward, his bare feet scratching against the gravel driveway. "Don't ever touch me!"

"You're my angel, I give the orders. And I'll touch you whenever I want to." Dean wasn't about to be controlled by his birthday present, especially in front of the men who'd caught it. Dean grabbed the blanket and forced Castiel forward, stumbling and falling into his human.

The icy stare diminished slightly as its owner realized how little he could do against his master's orders. However this only lasted a brief second, a low growl rumbled deep in Castiel's throat. "You're monsters."

Dean had never been face to face with a real angel before, standing here now and listening to Castiel's point of view seemed odd. None of the angels on TV ever snapped back at their owners, at least none that he'd seen. 'I definitely need help training him, I have no idea what I'm doing.'

"At least he's not weak spirited," John laughed, packing up the gear. "Dean shouldn't get bored too easily."

"Hey come on, I'm not that bad," Dean called back, wrapping his arms around Castiel and leading the slender frame toward the house. "Let's go, Cass. Not sure if angels can catch colds but I'd rather not be the first to find out."

Castiel sneered at Dean but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull away. Dean wanted him by his side.

Dean slowly closed the door to his room, watching Castiel through the crack as he closed it off. Castiel had barely spoken to him, wrapped in the thin blanket given to him earlier. Dean hadn't considered giving Castiel his own clothing, quite frankly he wanted to see more of that naked body; it was his after all.

"You can't do this, Dean." Sam was standing down the hall, glowering at his brother from beneath his shaggy brown hair. "You should let him go, this isn't right."

"He's an animal, Sam." Dean walked past, heading downstairs to the computer room. "He's better off with me anyway, what if someone else caught him?"

"What, you mean like those poachers?" Sam snarled, "Dean, you know what they do to angels, right?"

"Exactly why it's better for him to be with me." Dean dropped in front of the computer, switching the power on. Sam leaned against the doorframe and shook his head.

"It'd be better if they were free. You know what angels are supposed to be, don't you?" Sam tried to get Dean on his side though he knew it'd take more to change his brother's mind about these kinds of things; Dean's opinion was John's opinion majority of the time.

"Come on, Sam." Dean drawled, rolling his eyes in Sam's direction, "Just leave it be, 'kay? I'm going to take Cass and we're gonna be the best team in the Angelic Fighting field; I'll even beat Michael and Bella."

"This is bigger than your stupid dream!" Sam snapped, frustrated. "God, am I the only sane one in this house? What do you have him doing, anyway?"

"Just sitting there, I told him to stay put." Dean leaned in close to the screen, reading up on training your angel. "Hey, did you know that there's a boot camp for new training pairs? Just outside of town too… Looks cheap enough."

"You just left him there? Dean he's probably scared out of his mind, he'll never get to go home again."

"He didn't look that scared, pissed is more like it." Dean glanced back at Sam, "I mean he looked like he was ready to tear my throat out before; not that I'm scared though." He smiled and hit the print screen icon, an application form slowly being spit out of the out-of-date printer. "I'm gonna tame that bitch if he likes it or not."

Sam shook his head and walked out of the room, he had to find a way to get the world to let go of the angels; or at least find a way to save the ones stuck with terrible people. But how the hell was he going to do that? The answers eluded him entirely.