CHAPTER 1: Roll of The Dice

The door of the dark motel room swings open harshly, and in walked Sam Winchester. Tired, wounded and hungry. Behind him, his brother Dean marches in after, tossing his duffle bag onto the nearest mattress.

The brothers have just returned from a hunt. A nasty Shtriga had been preying upon the children of Altus Arkansas. The case was slightly difficult to deal with, it wasn't like the last time they encountered this kind of creature. But it was nothing the Winchester's couldn't handle.

The case is done with, and now's the time for the boys to kick back, down a few beers, sleep off their aches and pains, then they'll be off by morning in search of a new case.

While Sam went off to clean and mend his broken body, Dean decided to watch some television. Since he suffered from minor cuts and bruises his body didn't need much tending to. Dean flops onto his bed, grabs the remote from the nightstand and began channel surfing to find his beloved show; Doctor Sexy. When the said drama was found he smiled, resting his back against the headboard.

From behind the bathroom door Dean can hear his little brother complain. " Please tell me you're not watching that stupid drama show? I thought you gave it up."

" I lied." Dean replied with a smirk. In his mind's eye he pictured Sam's trademark ' Bitch Face'. It was the face that never ceased to amuse Dean.

Once Sam finished showering, and patching up his tormented body, he sat at the table with his laptop, typing away in research.

Meanwhile, his classic rock fanatic brother was pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Dean's been at it for fifteen minutes now, and Sam's surprised he hadn't paced a hole through the floor yet. Dean appeared very anxious, but for what reason, neither Dean nor Sam had the answer to.

Dean's odd behavior began a few days ago. It started off with hot flashes, with Dean waking up in the middle of the night sweating profusely. Sam would be woken several times at night, hearing Dean mumbling and moaning in his sleep. That was just the beginning. Afterwards, Dean got an erection in the middle of questioning one of the children's parents the other day. God knows how embarrassing that was for Dean, having to excuse himself to the bathroom and resolve his un-welcomed problem.

But what really interested Sam, was the conversation from earlier before heading out to gank the Shtriga. Dean had been mentioning a strange odor lately. One only Dean, apparently, could smell. Dean didn't really seem to be complaining about it. In fact, he seemed to be enticed by it.

Earlier today, Sam had caught his brother wandering out of the diner. It was like he was under a spell, walking up to and smelling people he passed by, as if trying to locate the source of the scent. It was very awkward, and embarrassing for Sam having to apologize for Dean's unusual weirdness.

Now was this unexplained anxiousness.

Dean believes it might be the side affects from that Siren they hunted a week ago.

Sam thought otherwise, which is why he was on his laptop. But it would be much easier though, if his brother's pacing wasn't so damn annoying.

" Dude, will you stop! it's getting me irritated."

Dean shot Sam a glare. " I'm sorry Sam, it's just... That smell has got me on edge... I can't think straight." He then rolled his eyes to the low growl that emanates from his stomach.

Sam chuckled lightly. " Well, since I'm here doing my thing, why don't you go pick us up some dinner." He added. " There's a pizza shop close by."

Dean pouts to his brother's suggestion, but he was definitely hungry, and pizza was beginning to sound good right about now. And since it is Dean's turn to order takeout, he didn't mind.

Grabbing his hand-me-down leather jacket, Dean left.

The cool evening air felt great against his skin, relieving the lingering hot flashes he's been experiencing. He strolls quietly down the block, winking at a group of passing hotties. He should be coming up to the shop soon enough, it wasn't far from the motel, but Dean was in no rush. He wanted to enjoy the outdoors for as long as he possibly can, and get some time to himself; to get his mind off his unknown condition. Because, frankly, that mysterious smell was beginning to drive him out of his mind.

Dean suddenly comes to a halt when he catches a glimpse of something in the window of a shop not far from his destination. He gazed up to the logo that reads 'Spencer's Gifts'. Dean had heard about this place once. An idea suddenly struck his mischievous mind. Dean then smirks slyly as he enters the shop.

Inside seemed like a whole new world. It was dark, with only party lights that were layered out in different sections of the store giving some illumination. The aisles were lined in perfect rows, each shelf containing various of products. From joke props and beer games to posters and clothing; hey, they even had erotic toys.

Dean wanders through the aisles in fascination of the many selections to choose from. He eventually stumbles upon a particular item that caught his eye; a bubble gum shocker. A grin appears on his face while he allowed his mind to flow with ideas to prank poor little Sammy. But Dean wanted something really good to get his brother with, and a gum shocker is a bit too obvious. So Dean moves on.

Not too far he finds yet another joke prop; it appeared to be toothpaste that looked exactly like the brand Sam uses. But when Dean takes a closer look at the back label he discovers that this prop turns the user's teeth purple.

" Oh, I can picture Sam's face now." He says to himself, a mental image played, seeing his little brother brushing his teeth, then freaking out in rage when they go purple. Dean adds it into the basket and moves along to the next aisle.

Dean is amazed of how much there was here, he wished he could buy the whole store. His basket already held several items he wanted to use for his little prank. A whoopee cushion, inked binoculars, the toothpaste, and an air horn were now added to his selection. Now with everything he wanted, Dean saunters his way toward the cash register. But the hunter abruptly stopped as his eye caught on something interesting. A pair of dice. Dean picks up the small package to have a closer look at them.

" Sexy Dice, making your love life more fun and erotic." He reads aloud to himself. Dean shrugged, adding them to the pile, thinking it'll come in handy the next time he brings a girl to the motel.

At the register Dean drops his batch onto the counter, he smirks brightly at the beautiful brunette who stood at the opposite side. She returned the gesture, then began scanning each item and placed them into a bag.

" That'll be thirty-four fifty." She said with a smile.

Boy, for a bunch of joke props that will soon be used on Sam, it sure was expensive. Dean didn't mind though, since he had plenty of cash he saved from winning those games of Pool at the bars between their hunts. He pays her, but doesn't flirt with her any further, being that he's too hungry and tired to do so.

So he takes his props and leaves.

Later...

" Dude, what took you so long?" Was the first thing that came out of Sam's mouth as Dean walked in with the pizza.

" The line was long." Dean replies, placing the delicious pepperoni and olive pie on the table, then helped himself to a slice before sitting at the edge of his bed.

There he let his thoughts contemplate Sam's prank episode that will take place tomorrow morning. Dean pretends to watch television so that his brother didn't suspect anything. Then his mind wanders, ' What should I do first? Ooh, I'll get him with the air horn and toothpaste first. Afterwards the whoopee cushion. I'll save the binoculars for a hunt-'

" Sexy Dice, making your love life more fun and erotic?"

Dean almost chokes on his pizza to the low monotone voice beside him. When Dean caught his breath he glanced up to the person... well, Angel, that voice belonged to. Castiel.

The Angel was standing by the nightstand beside Dean, examining the dice. He seemed to be very interested in them. Dean takes a nervous glance towards his brother. The questioning look on Sam's face almost made Dean burst out in laughter. But as funny as he looked, Dean didn't want his plans foiled because of Cas's curiosity.

Dean thought quickly.

" Hey, Cas, how's it going buddy?" Was all he could come up with, hoping it was enough to change the subject.

He snatches the dice away from his celestial friend, and puts them in his duffle bag. The moment he turned around he jolts in surprise. Castiel was in his personal space... again. Apparently, Castiel has a habit of forgetting that Dean didn't like it. He didn't bother mentioning anything of it this time; knowing Cas would just forget about it again later. So he moved away, and sat down.

" I wish to discuss something with you." Castiel answered hesitantly.

Dean looked to him with a raised brow. " Sure... What is it?" He asked as he stretched himself out along the bed, waiting for Cas to start.

"..." Castiel remains silent for a moment, then peeks over his shoulder toward Sam, who was eavesdropping on their conversation. " Do you mind if I speak with your brother in private, Sam?"

The younger hunter narrowed his brows in confusion. Usually if Castiel had something to say, which were mostly about clues to help the Winchesters stop the Apocalypse, Sam was always present. Castiel and Dean rarely spoke in private nowadays, unless Sam were asleep, or however else they spoke alone. But this time was different, for Sam noticed something a bit out of place with the Angel. Ever since Castiel had been cut off from Heaven's power, and slowly losing his mojo, he's been acting very odd. Especially, whenever he was around Dean and himself.

Then Sam noticed something. Castiel's frame was slightly swaying from side to side. And in the light, Sam can see beads of sweat trailing down Castiel's brow, his pupils were blown wide, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Sam wanted to ask if he were okay, but he can clearly see in Cas's eyes that he really needed to talk to Dean in private. Whatever is wrong with the Angel, Sam will have to find out later.

The younger hunter clears his throat and says, " Sure... I'll take a walk to the store anyway." He gets his coat and grabs a slice of pizza as well. " Do you guys want anything while I'm there?"

" A beer." Dean responds with a raised hand.

Sam then looked to Cas. " You want anything?"

" Nothing... Thank you."

Sam nods, then made his way for the door. He gave one last glance toward Castiel and Dean before finally leaving. At last he shuts the door behind him.

With the younger Winchester out of sight Cas turns his attention to his charge.

" Listen, Dean... Something's been-"

" Hold on for a second." Dean interrupts his friend, reaching into his duffle for his bag of props, then laughed his way into the bathroom.

Castiel stood there in bemusement, his head slightly sloped on one side as he observes the man slip a tube of toothpaste into his pocket, then replaced it with another.

" What are you doing?"

" If you stick around long enough you'll see." Dean answered.

While Dean was busy doing... whatever it is he's doing, Castiel's baby blues drift toward the duffle. Curiosity pulls at him like strings on a puppet, and he retrieves the dice again. He examines them, wondering what exactly they were meant for. The Angel decided to open it, hoping Dean wouldn't mind. He reads what seems to be instructions on each side of the four die, which egged his curiosity even further.

Dean hadn't noticed when he came out and went into Sam's bag to replace his binoculars with the inked pair.

" What are the purpose of these anyway?" The Angel finally speaks up.

Dean peered over with a sigh. What was it with him and those dice? He was attracted to them like a moth to a flame. Dean steps toward Cas to take them away, but Castiel prevented him from doing so by bringing them behind his back. It was so childlike that Dean stared at him with surprise. In Castiel's eyes the Hunter can tell he wasn't gonna get the dice back until the Angel got his answer.

Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance. " They're used for all sorts of things. Board games, Gambling and... well, apparently for sex too." Dean then gestured for Cas to hand them over.

" How do you play?" He asked instead.

Dean sighed heavily. " You roll 'em, see what it says and follow it through, okay? Now hand 'em over."

Castiel does the opposite, dropping the four die onto the nightstand next to him, then reads the instructions.

The first die reads: For 10 seconds

The next die: Kiss

Third die: Tenderly

And the last: While caressing your partner

" See. You roll, take turns and all that jazz." Dean then placed the die back where they belonged. " Alright, now what is it you wanted to talk about?" He asks as he faces the Angel.

What happens next caught Dean completely off guard. Castiel. Angel of the Lord, and Dean's closest friend, had suddenly planted his lips onto his. The hunter froze in shock with his eyes the widest they could get.

The Angel's kiss was hesitant and very inexperienced. Dean then felt Castiel's hands graze up his back. Cas's movements were slow, and a bit unsure if he was doing it right. And yet, the reaction to his touch was sending a chill up Dean's spine. Castiel's fingertips pass the man's shoulder blades, lightly grazing up his neck, brushing against his jaw-line before finally settling at cupping his cheeks. Castiel then changed the angle of his head to deepen the kiss.

Dean knew how wrong this was, and in so many ways. Not just because he's being kissed by Cas, an Angel. But that said Angel is in the vessel of a married man. But one thing that really bothered Dean... was that he wasn't pulling away. No. He was actually starting to kiss him back.

' What the Hell's happening?! Why is he kissing me?! Better yet, why am I kissing him?!' Dean thought frantically, not knowing what he should do. Dean has nothing against the whole guy on guy thing, he and Sam had come across folks who were same sex couples. He just... doesn't swing that way. And yet, here he is... Kissing his best friend.

But why was he kissing Cas back? Dean didn't know. All he knew was that his body was reacting in a way he couldn't explain. His insides felt like they were on fire, and more intensified than the hot flashes he's been feeling all week.

This sensation was not the same he would feel when touched by a woman. It was like electricity, coursing through him at lightning speeds. Every cell inside him was working on overdrive, sending wave upon wave of titillation throughout his body. This intense sensation suddenly fires up to his brain, it was so overwhelming that Dean half thought that sparks were about to start spewing out the top of his head. Then suddenly, that sensation would shoot down to his groin, and by God, Dean's never felt a more exciting feeling than this before. Never. And never has something as simple as a kiss had ever gotten Dean hard so fast.

His building erection pressed against his jeans, screaming for attention, to be touched, and rut against the nearest person for friction. That's when Dean's hips instinctively thrusts forward against Castiel's.

The brief connection ignites something inside the Angel, who out of nowhere, shoves Dean against the wall. Cas presses his frame closer to Dean, trying to get as close to his warmth as possible, moaning loudly with arousal. At some point during the onslaught of kissing, Dean could have sworn he heard Cas growl.

Dean reaches up, wanting to push him off. But surprisingly, he pulled the Angel closer instead. His own damn body was betraying him, and it scared Dean.

' What the fuck am I doing?!' He internally screams at himself, but his body would not yield. It was like Dean's body was on auto-pilot or something.

" Uhh..." Castiel's head falls back with a deep groan as he felt the hunter's hands grope roughly at his ass. The Angel grips his shaking hands tightly onto the collar of Dean's shirt, rolling his hips forward in response.

Dean grunts to the added friction between them. The hunter grips the lapels of Cas's stupid overcoat and pushes him backward. Castiel's legs hit the edge of the bed, losing his footing and falls back. With his vise grip still on Dean's shirt, the hunter falls over with him, landing on top of the Angel.

Both are at a loss of breath, with clouded eyes searching longingly at one another.

Dean's eyes drift down to Cas's now exposed neck. That's when he finally noticed the smell. It was the same aroma that's been hitting his senses all week, only now it was stronger than ever before. That odor was coming off Castiel?! Dean was smelling Cas this whole time?!

Dean absentmindedly takes a deep whiff of the air, his eyes rolled back as the fragrance of Spring filled his senses, Dean's favorite time of the year.

Dean always liked the smell of freshly cut grass. He remembers the many times he'd open his window whenever he drove the countryside, just so he could inhale that grassy air. And this same scent was oozing out of Castiel. Dean wanted more of it. No, he needed it. To taste it. He wanted to touch and caress every part of Castiel until that scent rubbed off onto himself.

Dean lowers his head, forcing his tongue into Castiel's mouth. He expertly massages his tongue at every corner of the virgin Angel's mouth, inwardly grinning as he feels this powerful being beneath him quiver. He then begins to thrust his hips into Cas, and the Angel breaks away from their kiss, moaning Dean's name out loudly. Dean takes this opportunity and starts sucking at Castiel's neck.

God, he tasted so sweet. Honey has no comparison to how delicious the Angel tasted. Dean was quickly becoming intoxicated by it. He wanted more of it. It wasn't enough. Everything he was doing wasn't measuring up to his needs. Dean needed more of it. He needed more of Cas. All of him.

" Dean." Castiel calls out, wrapping his arms around the man, trying to pull him closer, to feel the warmth of his body against his own.

Dean starts to leisurely stroke the outline of Castiel's body, feeling a warm, static like sensation against his palm that would course its way up his arm, then fire it's way down his spine. The hunter's eyes clamped shut as he quivers with excitement, causing him to rub his hips into Cas. The Angel's head falls back with a groan.

Filled with curiosity, Dean opens his eyes and looked down at Castiel.

Their eyes met, and Dean suddenly froze.

Castiel's eyes were a color he'd not seen before. It was different from their usual appearance. They almost looked like they were filled with love. Feeling that he was going to get sucked in by those eyes, Dean's breathing suddenly became difficult. He didn't know why. It was as if the sweet emotion had constricted his heart and might even stop it entirely.

To escape the intense gaze, Dean looked away. As soon as he did that, strong arms wrapped around him. Lifting his head he was once again caught in Castiel's eyes. They were so close, their noses almost touched. Both of them remained still, just staring into each other's eyes. Castiel's gaze would shift from each of Dean's eyes, as if counting each and every speck in those emerald orbs. He then slides one hand up the back of Dean's head, lacing his fingers through his hair.

" Beautiful..." Cas whispers.

Dean's brows narrowed. " What?"

" Your eyes... They're beautiful. I've admired them for some time now." Cas replies with a soft smile.

As those words left Castiel's lips, Dean felt his heart thump hard against his chest. A whole new sensation suddenly washes over him, a feeling so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. He knew exactly what this feeling was. The light headedness, the skipping heartbeat, butterflies in the stomach, and the sweaty palms... These were all the things you'd feel when falling in love. And Dean quickly went from surprised to scared.

In love? With Cas? Impossible the Hunter thought. All of this is just one big misunderstanding, and Dean starts to pull away.

Suddenly they both hear a noise coming from the door, a clanking of a key being inserted into the lock. Dean's attention snaps toward the door. Sam has returned already? His heart races with fear, what is Sam gonna say if he catches them like this?

It would seem that Cas thought the same, because out of panic he shoves Dean off him, with a little too much strength that sends the Hunter not only onto the opposite bed, but bouncing off the mattress and finally hitting the wall.

Sam hears the commotion from outside the room. " Dean?!" He calls out and rushes inside. " Dean?!" He ganders around the room frantically for his brother.

The older Winchester springs up from behind the mattress. " Hey, Sammy." Dean says nervously, doing his very best to act normal. He suddenly comes to realize that Cas was no longer in the room. He must've flown off to avoid the embarrassment he had caused. ' Thanks a lot, Cas.' He thought.

" You okay? What happened?"

" I'm fine." Dean replied in an unusually high voice, then adds," I tripped... my quilt... it was hanging too low, I walked over and tripped."

Sam narrows a questionable gaze towards Dean for a moment. Dean's features were flustered, acting as if he'd been caught with his pants down. As much as Sam wanted to question that hunk of whopper, he was too exhausted to ask. " Right... where's Cas?" He asked as he sat at the table, opening his laptop to resume his research.

Dean shivered at the mention of the Angel's name. " He... He-uh..." Dean didn't have a clue what he should say. He sure as Hell ain't mentioning anything about the action that took place on Sam's bed no more than a minute ago. Knowing his brother he'd be up his ass about it for weeks. Dean has to come up with a bullshit story somehow. And all he could muster up was, " He had an errand to run."

Sam's eyes peek over his laptop with interest. " Really?... did he mention what it was by any chance?"

Dean went tight lipped, thinking quickly for a proper answer to go with his lie. " He said he's looking into clues he found that might help us with our Lucifer problem, and needs to be sure it's accurate... or something like that."

" Hm... sounds good." Sam says with a shrug, then returned to his computer.

Dean sighed in relief. Being glad his little brother fell for that load of whopper without question. With that dealt with, Dean kicks off his boots, pulls back the sheets and climbs into bed. Not caring he was still dressed, he was tired and needed to get his thoughts away from his earlier encounter with the Angel.

" 'Night... Bitch." Dean says teasingly.

" Good night, jerk."

Two Hours Later...

It's around two-thirty in the morning, Sam is sound asleep in his bed, snoring up a storm. And as for Dean, he laid in the opposite bed, wide awake staring at the ceiling. His mind was stuck in a whirlpool of thought. Dean couldn't stop thinking about that damn kiss. No matter how much Dean tried to rid the images from his head, they'd always find their way back.

The hunter could still ( in an odd way) feel Castiel's lips on his own, like a lingering reminder of how those lips massaged against his own. Filled with such passion, and impossibly softer than any women Dean's ever kissed. He can still feel a tingling on his lips. Dean absentmindedly brings a hand up to touch them, shutting his eyes as he feels that tingling amplify, and Dean couldn't help but feel aroused.

Dean's thoughts began to drift further from reality, and deeper into his subconscious. Where his mind was free to wander away into imagination, where his deepest desires laid hidden from the world.

His thoughts of Castiel carried on. Dean seeing those lips red and swollen from ravished kisses. The Angel's chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Those baby blues staring longingly into his, calling out his name over and over again in that gruff voice. Hands searching, groping, pulling, and caressing.

A smile tugged at the corners of Dean's lips.

Wait!... What?!

Dean's eyes went wide and he shot upright. ' What was that?!' He thought. Dean felt his stomach churn. Did he just think about fucking Cas just now? And he was enjoying it? Dean shot a glance down to the concealed erection pressing hard against his jeans.

Yep...

An uncomfortable shiver crawled down his back. Hopping off the mattress he quickly headed into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water, then glanced up to his reflection.

" What is wrong with you?" He whispered to himself. " Cas is your friend... stop thinking of him that way, it was just a mistake... that's it."

Dean tells himself to forget it, to lock it away in the deepest corners of his mind and throw away the key, to never mention, talk, or even think of it again. But one little question prodded his mind. Dean's brows knitting together as he trained on that thought.

And in a hushed tone he asked himself, " Why did he kiss me?"

Meanwhile...

" Gabriel..." Castiel appears out of nowhere before the Archangel who was seated upon a lounge chair, enjoying an ice-cream sundae while watching a Godzilla marathon.

" Dang it Cas, you ruined the best part." Gabriel pouts, dropping the remote to his lap. " Wait a second... How the hell did you even find me?"

" It wasn't exactly easy... I came because I need to speak with someone and you're the only one I can trust." That's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's true, Gabriel is the only Angel that isn't trying to kill him. Cas moves toward the window of Gabriel's created illusion home, gazing out to a waxing quarter moon just over the horizon.

Gabriel reclines in his comfy chair, folding his arms behind his head, then replied, " Listen, if you're here to convince me to help the dynamic duo hellbent on stopping Lucifer, my answer's no."

" I'm not here about that."

The Archangel smiled gratefully, rising from his beloved recliner and saunters into the kitchen. With a click of his finger a buffet of cake, candy and every other cavity inducing sweets appeared across the table. " Alrighty then, what can I do for you, Cas?"

" It's... difficult to explain..." Castiel starts off nervously. " I did something... stupid."

Gabriel gazed at him with raised brows, a spoon full of cake stuffed in his mouth. " You taking sides with those two, of course it's stupid."

" I'm being very serious, brother." The Angel shot a glare his way.

Gabriel raised his hands in defense. " Okay, okay... I'm listening."

Castiel became even more nervous now, leaning against the wall, twiddling his thumbs together. " I... I- um almost... consummated with Dean."

Out of shock of hearing those last words Gabriel spat milk everywhere, patting his chest to clear his throat. " W-what?! YOU HAD SEX?! WITH DEAN-FUCKING-WINCHESTER?!" He looked at Castiel, eyes wide in disbelief.

Castiel shifts uncomfortably. " I said almost." He corrected.

" But still!... Dean?!... Question: did a screw come loose in that melon of yours when Raphael turned you into a lifesize water balloon?" He gestures by poking Castiel on his forehead.

Castiel's brows furrowed as he slaps Gabriel's hand away. " I assure you my mind is perfectly intact... but I have been feeling strange lately."

Gabriel sighs heavily. " Alright... what kind of strange are you talking about?"

Castiel ponders in silence for a moment, then answered, " I've been having these... urges lately. As well as hot flashes, and feeling restless..." For a minute or two Gabriel remained in silence to process the information Castiel was giving him.

A huge grin formed across his face and raised a hand to stop Cas from continuing. " I know just what you're going through, little bro."

" You do?"

" You're in heat."

Castiel slopes his head to one side in confusion.

The Archangel laughs, patting Cas on the back. " Come on, don't tell me you've never been in heat before?"

" I never even knew we went through such a phase."

" That's because there were so many Angels, we had no need for it. But since our numbers have diminished drastically over the millennia, our instincts take over to try and replenish those numbers. But unlike the other of dads creations, we Angels are assigned a mate. We become drawn to them, and they to us. And the effects you're feeling... that's just the beginning, because our Heat intensifies during a full moon... Oh my dad, I sound like an old college professor. Eww!" Gabriel says as he shivers uncomfortably.

" And what does this have to do with my behavior around Dean?"

Gabriel brings a hand up to his chin, thinking. " That explains a lot... Odd though, mating rituals between Angels and Humans became forbidden a long time ago... If you and Dean-o are assigned mates, perhaps the old man has plans for you both." The Archangel pondered a bit more. " Knowing Dean he'll go ballistic when he finds out... Heaven too." He chortled, though he immediately stops as he caught a glimpse of Castiel's melancholic expression. " Sorry..."

" How long until this Heat is over?" Castiel asks under his breath.

" Not for a while, but it should ease up a bit after the full moon... But to be honest, Cas, it'll only continue no matter how long you resist." Gabriel observed in sympathy as the other Angel hears this unfortunate truth. Before he could fall deeper into a well of pity for his celestial brother, Gabriel cleared his throat, and claps his hands together. " Alrighty then, sorry to cut your visit short little bro, but I gotta ask you to leave."

" Leave?"

" Yep... Don't take it personally, but now that you know about my hideout, I'll need to relocate... later, Cassy." With that the Archangel clicked his fingers.

Castiel suddenly found himself standing out in an open field, the waxing quarter moon's light was raining down her enchanting glow over the Angel's features. Slight surges of titillation course through Castiel's body, and flashes of heat pulsate inside him. Castiel nearly loses his balance from this overpowering feeling, having to catch himself before falling over. He leans against the nearest tree, raking his fingers through his hair. He takes a few deep breaths.

After a few minutes the tension begins to dissipate, and the Angel removed himself from the tree. He then begins to stroll alongside a lake nearby. He observed as the moon's reflection danced with the ripples of the water. His gaze drifts up to a sight he very much adored, the stars. Ah, the vastness of space, beautiful and filled with endless mysteries mankind has yet to discover.

Thoughts arose and clouded his mind. Should he confess to Dean about his situation? But... Castiel also thought about what Gabriel had mentioned: that Dean would react negatively if he found out. This made the Angel feel uneasy. He knows Dean, knows that he prefers women, and Cas's vessel doesn't fit into that category. What happened earlier at the motel was nothing but the cause of this Heat Gabriel talked about. Dean wouldn't have allowed that kiss to continue if his mind wasn't clouded by his pheromones.

So Castiel decided, that he was to fight this Heat for as long as he can. But he has no idea how long it will last. It could be weeks, or even months before it dissipates. Should he avoid Dean for the duration? Cas then shook his head, knowing he couldn't do that, the brothers might become concerned if he did.

So how is he to deal with this situation?

And for the first time throughout this entire event, Castiel asks himself, " What am I going to do?..."

TBC