Disclaimer: I own nothing, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and large television corporations such as the CW. Any and all of the following is completely fictional and fan-made.

Author's Note: So how awesome is it that our favorite television show got confirmed for a sixth season, huh? *high fives to all* Haha, I'm looking forward to it… EPIC.

At any rate, in this chapter we see Castiel's little "bunk mate" begin to emerge, causing chaos between the trio. Without anything further, please enjoy!!


Chapter Two

Dean's vision began to blur slightly cross eyed as he sped the Impala onward through a whirl of other traffic and flashing lights. After crossing a grand total of four state lines in one day, only breaking two or three times for pit stops, a wave of exhaustion had flooded over Dean and he feared his colleagues were beginning to take notice. He stole a glance in the rear view mirror, only to find Castiel's burning stare looking straight back at him. The angel had been staring at him for nearly the entire trip, which gave Dean an obvious feeling of uneasiness. Chills ran down his spine as he returned his attention to the road, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles became white.

"Dude, you look beat," Sam said rubbing his eyes wearily, "we should stop somewhere for the night."

Dean sat in silence for a moment. "Nah, I'm fine," he replied after a pause.

Sam snorted in minor amusement. "No you're not, you've been driving all day. You need a break, Dean," he persisted.

"Look Sam," Dean argued, irritation beginning to rise in his throat, "I don't need a break. If I want to stop then–,"

"You're brother is right, Dean," Castiel interrupted solemnly, "you look drained."

Sam looked over at Dean, smiling matter of factly as he did so. Dean on the other hand, was none too happy about the whole situation. "Fine," he said quietly, muttering curses under his breath as they drove along.

At last they reached a nearby Super 8 Motel, in which Dean slowed the Impala to a halt. Grabbing his bag Dean popped the driver's door open, slamming it shut behind him as he stealthily made for the entrance. After checking in, the group found themselves in a cozy home-like motel room. There were conveniently three single beds, all decorated with a burgundy, deep navy, and cream colored pattern. Dean almost immediately collapsed onto the furthest one from the door, nearly knocking his skull against the headboard in the process.

Castiel stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded, while Sam chuckled somewhat at Dean's obvious exhaustion. "Glad to see you're already settled in there," Sam teased.

"Shut up!" Dean spat from a mouthful of bed sheets.

A beaming grin sat on Sam's lips as he cleared his throat. He said, "I'm going step out and call Bobby." He already had cell phone in hand and was making for the door.

Quickly, Dean flipped himself over, eyeing his younger brother suspiciously. "What for?"

"He told me to let him know when we decided to rest," Sam responded rather hurriedly.

Dean shrugged off Sammy's hasty reply, too tired to argue. "I swear, that guy worries too much," Dean laughed, falling back onto a fluffy pillow.

Sam smiled at his brother, before looking toward the angel who stood in the room silently. Ever so slightly he hesitated about leaving the two alone – especially after their little love fest earlier – but decided calling Bobby was his priority at the moment. Swiftly he turned, closing the motel door gently behind him.

Castiel waited until he heard the younger Winchester's footsteps stride down the hall to take a seat on the bed closest to Dean's. Letting out a long drawn sigh, he felt his muscles relax almost instantly. Sam and Bobby knew something was off with him, there was no questioning it. Dean on the other hand – well that was just one of the many joys concerning Dean Winchester. When it came to all those close to him, sometimes Dean's naivety did more damage than good. He would never believe Sam – the brother who betrayed him by toying with a cheap demon skank – if he said that Castiel was off his noggin. There wasn't a chance, and so Castiel thought it best to use this lack of trust to every advantage he could.

"What do you think you're staring at?" Dean interrupted Castiel's thought, not even bothering to open an eyelid from where he lay.

Castiel blushed slightly at this, now realizing that he had indeed been staring at Dean the entire time. "Oh, I, uh," he stuttered, slightly flustered, "I like watching you sleep – it's settling."

"Settling, Cas? Really?" Dean responded sarcastically. He now propped himself up on one elbow, facing the angel who sat across from him.

A small grin flickered on the edge of Castiel's lips. "What can I say?" he sighed, looking into the hunter's bloodshot eyes, "You bring me tranquility."

Dean broke their lovely staring contest, grunting somewhat as he arose from the now crumpled sheets of the bed. "Oh don't even start that again," he grumbled under his breath.

Castiel's ears were apparently better than Dean had anticipated, for he really hadn't meant those words to be heard by the angel. Never the less, they had, and so Cas pondered on them aloud. He tilted his head in that sickening, yet adorable manner that Dean just couldn't resist. "Start what?" Cas asked innocently.

Dean turned away from the angel, grunting in mild disgust. Unhurriedly, he made his way to the nearby bathroom to refresh his face. "That whole lovesick thing, it's starting to freak me out dude," he called. Lowering his face towards the sink, he allowed the cool water to rush over his skin, awakening his senses at it dripped along.

"But Dean," Castiel murmured, his footsteps approaching ever closer, "surely you don't think this is the first time for this lovesickness?"

Dean eyes widened as his head jolted upright – in the mirror, he could see the pulse in his throat thumping drastically, his adrenaline building. Still Castiel's footsteps shifted on the carpet, gradually coming closer to his location in the confined bath space. He licked his lips awkwardly, "Well, uh, I guess that depends on the definition of lovesickness. Wouldn't it?" Quickly he spun around to see just where to angel stood, only to find that Castiel had somehow emerged right behind him. Hastily, Dean jolted backwards, nearly propping himself up on the countertop.

Castiel took yet another step, nearly closing the gap between them completely. "Well, how would you define it?" Dean could feel Cas's steamy breath against his cheek as the angel spoke.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight as if his oxygen supply were being cut off by some unknown force. "Uh, I would, um, I dunno. Never really, uh, thought about it. How about I ask Sam, he'd know?" Dean replied ever so hastily, trying to stall for as long as possible. If he could just keep Castiel away long enough for Sammy to return – to interrupt this invasion of personal space and make things okay again. Feeling his stomach begin to double over in knots, Dean swiftly hopped off the counter making a mad dash towards the door.

Almost robotically, Castiel flung his arm up in protest. Dean stopped dead in his tracks, exchanging a lengthy stare with the lustful angel. "How about I show you my definition instead?" he nearly panted, stealthily turning and pinning the hunter against the wall. Dean gasped at the sudden movement, but made no attempt to resist as Castiel ran his hands over the hunters shoulders. Dean could feel the heat radiating off Castiel's body now as his face emerged ever nearer to his own. Softly, the angel's lips were locked with his own in a slobbery embrace. Dean felt his heart leap to his throat unexpectedly wrapping his arms around the angel's upper back, enveloping handfuls of Cas's trench coat as he did so. Feeling his tongue entwining with Castiel's, Dean allowed his eyelids to flutter shut wanting this moment to never end but at the same time to be over abruptly.


Sam had to travel all the way to the front of the motel just to receive service on his cell phone. Shitty service provider, he thought to himself as he whipped it open to dial Bobby's number. The phone rang a total of five times before an automatic error message came over the receiver – We're sorry, you have dialed a number which cannot be reached from your calling area. If you feel you have reached this message in error, please hang up and try again. Or press one for more options. Sam cancelled the call, huffing in irritation. Dialing once more, he tried an alternate number, given the fact that Bobby had numerous phones hooked up in his home. It rang once… then twice… and again. "Come on Bobby, pick up," Sam murmured, rocking back and forth from a chilly breeze that had blown in.

"Hello?" a tired voice finally answered on the other end.

Sam sighed in relief as the hunter had finally picked up. "Hey Bobby, it's Sam."

"Ya idgit," Bobby griped drowsily, "what in the hell are ya callin' me at 2:30 for?"

"It's about Cas," Sam said matter of factly. He heard some rustling on Bobby's end, indicating that he now had the hunter's attention. "I was reading in that book you gave me, and I found some interesting lore on angelic and demonic experiences."

Bobby poured himself a cup of strong coffee, taking a large gulp before continuing on with the conversation. "What kinda experiences?"

"Well," Sam began, whipping out a piece of paper he had used to scribble a jumble of notes on, "you're familiar with out of body experiences, right?"

Bobby chuckled somewhat, "Let's talk about something I don't know."

"Right," Sam grinned, "well, supposedly, there are these things called shared body experiences."

"Hmm," Bobby pondered thoughtfully, stroking over his mustache, "what is that? Like two souls in one body er somethin'?"

Sam tilted his head, reading over some notes that were written on the very edge of the page. "Well yeah, actually – sort of. Remember when Cas talked about vessels being part of a blood line?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So," Sam continued on, "I was reading that because a vessel has it in their blood, they're left more vulnerable to other supernatural possessions as well."

Bobby asked quizzically, "But wouldn't an angel have to be sent back to heaven before a demon could take the meatsuit?"

"But that's where the shared body experience comes into play," Sam responded, now getting a little more excited over the circumstances than he probably should, "I'm thinking we're dealing with a pretty powerful demon here, who's actually possessing Castiel."


Dean and Castiel continued to share compulsive and slobbery kisses, the angel more in control than Dean would've ever expected. Firmly he held Dean's body propped against the bathroom wall, now beginning to move down the hunter's neck with his lips making little bite marks as he traveled along. Dean closed his eyes, swallowing hard as adrenaline pumped through his veins. Desperately, he gripped the fabric of Castiel's trench coat, a soft purr arising from his throat.

Suddenly, Castiel's hands began to travel downward from where they rested on Dean's shoulders. He ran his fingers along the curves of Dean's torso, delicately stroking the shirt fabric as he moved along. An exasperated gasp escaped Dean's lips, causing Castiel to pick up the pace as he continued his ever descending journey. At last the angel's fingers reached their final destination, and he curved his fingers around the hunter's belt buckle. Dean jumped back at this, pushing Castiel away in surprise.

"Whoa, whoa, what do you think you're doing?" Dean spat, panting heavily from their fiery make out session.

A devilish grin flickered across Castiel's lips at Dean's ever so innocent reaction. "What does it look like?" the angel snickered as he once more attempted to reach for Dean.

"Well I don't know what you had in mind," Dean cleared his throat awkwardly, "but I really don't swing that way Cas."

Castiel stood dumbfounded for a moment, just staring as if he'd been slapped in the face. Angrily, he placed his hands on his hips before questioning, "Then what do you propose that was?"

"What was?" Dean raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Oh, I don't know Dean, maybe the fact you were kissing me?!" Castiel now raised his voice, sarcasm thick in his tone.

Dean blushed, more so out of embarrassment than from making out with the angel – deep down he knew his reaction didn't make much sense, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to go that route with Castiel. Switching topics he hastily replied, "I don't even know what's with you lately Cas." Shaking his head, he stepped back out into the main bed area of the motel room.

Castiel followed swiftly behind the hunter, certainly not ready for this conversation to be over. Dean was now standing near his bed, facing away from the angel, rubbing a hand over his sweaty forehead. Castiel grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, turning Dean to face him. "Don't deny that you did in fact enjoy that!" he hollered bitterly.

"C'mon Cas!" Dean shouted in utter frustration, "I don't know what I was doing back there!"

"Really? Because you seemed fairly content on grabbing a hold of my tongue with your mouth, Dean," Cas retorted.

"Look, Cas," Dean took a step closer to the angel, "I don't know what's gotten into you, but it's having an effect on me. Christ, it's like you're more human – not even an angel anymore!"

Fury burned in the angel's eyes at Dean's slandered words. Pushing the hunter backwards, Dean tumbled over landing on top of his bed. Castiel was quickly there on top of him, looking Dean dead in those lovely green eyes of his. "Listen closely, Dean Winchester, because I won't say this twice," Castiel tightened his grip on the hunter, who squirmed desperately beneath him, "Need I remind you that I am indeed an angel of the Lord? I assure you that if you require further proof, I may cast you down in the pits of fire from once I raised you."

Fear now pumped through Dean, unable to control the trembling that shook from his very foundation. Castiel was serious – more serious than Dean had ever seen him in their entire experience together. Flashes of flame and ash spiraled in Dean's mind as petrified gasps and screams rang in his ears. Suddenly, he could see the angel's fist coming down upon his face, and then there was darkness.

Castiel snickered at the weakness which coursed through the eldest Winchester's veins – Hell was indeed his most useful leverage among any. Removing Dean's boots, Cas carefully slid the hunter underneath the bed sheets before turning out the nearby light. At best, Dean would think all they shared was simply a dream and nothing more.

Suddenly, the angel's body stung as though a million needles were puncturing the skin. Castiel fell on his knees, writhing in pain. "Stop this torture!" Castiel gasped, barely able to take in the air around him.

"Why?" a voice came from the same mouth, but it was neither Jimmy's nor Castiel's, "You know you enjoyed it."

Castiel could feel color flushing in his cheeks, as it had certainly taken his deepest desire and put it into practice. Castiel realized that he was going to have to try undoubtedly harder if he was to beat this damn thing.


"So what kind of demon is powerful enough to possess an angel?" Sam sighed, leaning against the wall behind the bench he had taken a seat on.

Bobby replied, "Hell if I should know."

"Yeah," Sam said, before letting out a deep yawn.

Bobby glanced at the old pendulum clock that hung in his bedroom – the hour was nearly four, so where Sam was it would be nearing five. "Look kid, it's been a long night, you should get some rest."

Sam chuckled somewhat, "Nah, we need to keep thinking–,"

"No we don't need to do anything," Bobby interrupted the young Winchester, "right now, your priority should be sleeping. I'll make some calls tomorrow and look through some books."

Sam smiled, he could always count on Bobby no matter what. "Okay. Thanks Bobby."

"Sleep well, ya idgit," Bobby laughed before ending the call.

Sam arose slowly from the bench, joints popping as he turned every which way to stretch. He hoped that Dean would be fast asleep by the time he returned to the room, otherwise he'd be in some big trouble. Turning to go back inside, Castiel suddenly appeared standing right before the hunter.

"Oh, h- hey Cas," Sam stuttered, unsure of how much the angel – or demon – had heard from their conversation.

"Hello, Sam," the angel replied in his normal stern voice. Suspiciously, he eyed the young hunter from head to toe, his gaze finally locking on Sam's eyes.

Sam felt a nervous feeling churning in the pit of his stomach – perhaps it could be that he hadn't eaten in quite a few hours, but he guessed it was more likely from the situation he was stuck in at the current moment. Still, Sam decided to try his best to carry out this conversation as casual as he could. "Is Dean asleep yet?"

At this, Castiel's gaze fell towards the ground, a dopey smile coming across lips. "Ah yes, that wasn't too difficult of a task," he muttered softly. Clearing his throat, he lifted his head once more to face Sam.

"Well that's good I was hoping–," Sam paused, examining how the angel's lips were puffy and red – presumably from kissing. "What did you do to him?"

A low chuckle rumbled in Castiel's throat. "Oh, I didn't do anything to him Sam," Castiel smirked, "he did most of it himself." Sam's eyes widened in repulsion, and suddenly he felt as though he was going to gag. Just picturing the two of them together in an embrace – oh, disgusting! Sam thought to himself "What were you and Bobby discussing?" Castiel continued, rather matter of factly.

Sam debated his answer rather carefully. "Oh, you know," he hesitated.

"You're right," Castiel said, beginning to walk in a slow circle around Sam, "I do know."

Sam swallowed hard, the nervous tension in his body building as whoever was possessing Cas continued. "So who are you?" he asked finally, his voice coming out much stronger than he felt.

"Oh, I go by many names in the pit, but I'd doubt you'd be familiarized with any of those. As of now though, I'm contently Castiel – angel of the Lord. Or whatever," It mocked bearing a devilish grin upon its face.

Sam clenched his fists in frustration, now knowing fully that his suspicions had been confirmed. "You better wipe that smile off your face or I swear I'll–,"

"You'll what?!" It interrupted him obnoxiously, "Sorry Sammy, this is a whole new bag of goodies and tonight's not trick-or-treat. Besides, I got a few tricks up my sleeve."

It took a few steps closer to Sam, until they were only inches from each other. "Oh yeah? Bring it," Sam sneered with false confidence.

Its smile grew even broader at Sam's smart ass responses. "Believe me, Sammy, it's already brought. But now that you know I'm hiding in good 'ol Cas's meatsuit, you can't go spoiling my fun ahead of time," It murmured in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" Sam hissed.

"Let me put it to you nice and clear, kiddo," Its gaze pierced right into Sam's, "you keep your mouth shut to Dean about all this, or I'll make you wish you were never born. Got it?"

As it flashed, its eyes black before him and Sam realized that this creature was evidently not joking. This was something that, most likely, no hunter had ever been up against and so he'd have to play his cards very carefully. Never the less, Sam still planned on informing Dean – he'd just have to do so when it wasn't around. Yeah, like that'll be easy, Sam thought sarcastically. Yet he simply nodded his head in confirmation with its commands, watching as it once again bore that friggin' smile. Talk about a nuisance….


Sorry for the delay in updating, all this week my throat has been swollen – the doctor diagnosed it acute pharyngitis and they sent me on my merry way some 500 MG of Amoxicillin, so I am on the mend! At any rate, I'll be updating on A Struggle For Affection within the week, so keep an eye out for that, as well as a little surprise for those of you who enjoyed Castiel's Literary Works ^_^

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