Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of characters that will be portrayed in this fic, especially Castiel

Rating: M AU, Slash, Dean/Cas wing!kink

Warning! This fic shall be rated M for mature audiences only. If you cant handle reading homosexual relations between a human and an angel then you better turn away now and find something else to read. There will be plenty of strong language, violence and adult situations involving guy-on-angel smex, lol

A/N: oh my cas! Im so sorry for the delay everyone. I know I have been keeping a lot of my readers waiting for this update. Ive just had a lot of stuff on my mind, stress and personal issues that keeps me from concentrating on making you guys happy. Also, I know this chapter is a lot shorter than the first two, I just hope you all are satisfied with this chapter. Chapter 4 im going to make sure is a lot longer than this one lol so enjoy! And don't forget to review review review!

_Deliver Us From Evil_

Chapter 3—Welcome Home

The Impala was comfortable, as comfortable as it possibly could be. There was plenty of room there in the backseat for himself, but his wings? Yeah, not so much. His wingspan was at about fifteen feet, give or take a foot or two. For angels that's about medium sized compared to the larger ones, but even so, sitting here in the back seat of some strange guys Impala, things were starting to get just a little bit cramped.

Castiel stared out the window and watched as buildings and cars went by, his hands folded together in his lap. He listened quietly to the two men in the front argue back and forth. Sam and Dean were their names, he had quickly discovered.

He stared down at his bound wrists, going over everything that has happened. Thinking about it now, all that Castiel has been through; all of the stress, abuse and the uncertainty-it was all turning around. The coin was finally flipped in his favor.

Yet, even with the sudden change of events, Castiel couldn't help but still have that feeling of uncertainty about his future. It frightened and intrigued him at the same time.

This morning he had woken up to the sound of his cage door sliding open. Four guards came in, all of them tall and large with an intimidating demeanor about them. One of them was carrying about two and a half feet of rope. Castiel was terrified. This was it; this was the end of the line for him, his life. The guard had tied the rope tightly around his wrists and it wasn't until now that he started noticing the burning and itching the rope was leaving on his skin.

Just thinking about it all, how close he came; it caused his stomach to tighten filling with that fear and anxiety that he felt that morning. If it wasn't for Dean, Castiel would be sitting in the back of a white van, chains wrapped around his ankles and tied to the bench he was sitting on. There would be no Dean coming to his rescue, busting him out of the place with his conflicted younger brother following behind. There would be no Impala with the cramped back seat. And there would be no bickering between the two brothers coming from the front seat.

Castiel looked up from his hands and stared into the rearview mirror. That's when he caught Dean's gaze. His eyebrows were creased together, most likely because he was still rather pissed off at Sam. But in those green depths there was that glint of determination that Castiel had caught earlier that morning before Dean grabbed a hold of him and told him that he was busting him out of there.

In mere seconds Dean tore his gaze away from Castiel's reflection in the mirror and turned his attention back onto the road. Castiel did the same, except he stared out his window to the left. It was quiet inside the car, all except for what the angel could hear through the stereo speakers. The music wasn't loud, but it was at a comfortable level that he didn't seem to mind.

Sam and Dean had stopped speaking to each other. Castiel figured that they were still angry at each other, the air between them still tense. He was glad that the brothers were done arguing, for now at least. From what Castiel could gather so far was that Dean didn't approve of Sam working at the Bird Cage and Sam, well, he seemed to care more about his job then anything else. That was his first impression at least.

Castiel supposed that he could understand Sam's feelings in all of this. Losing a job and getting fired must be a bit hard, especially if it's somewhere where you have wanted to work at for the longest time. Castiel could sort of relate to that feeling, even though he has never been employed before in his life. Sure he had helped around at businesses and such, but he certainly wasn't getting paid for it. He wasn't even being thanked for it. And there was always the threat of extreme punishment for anything he did even remotely wrong.

Staring out the window, the angel estimated that they have been driving on the road for almost a half an hour. He couldn't help but wonder where exactly they were headed, but he hoped that he would find out soon. So many different feelings welled up inside of him and not a single one of them was dread. He kept a calm, cool demeanor on the outside, but inside, he was ecstatic.

It wasn't long after that before Dean pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex. Northpoint and Creekside Apartments. The complex looked pleasant, it was surrounded with many trees and decorated with plants and flowers. Across the way, Castiel could see many children playing in the playground, laughing and just having fun. He couldn't help but allow a small smile grace his features.

Dean soon pulled into a parking space and cut the engine. Castiel watched as the brothers stepped out of the Impala, Dean turned around just as he shut his door, to open Castiel's. The angel stared up at him with those big blue eyes of his just as he opened the door.

"Alright, well we're here. C'mon." Dean motioned for Castiel to get out of the car, but he didn't move. Instead he lifted up his hands towards the man in indication that he needed help.

"What is it?" Dean looked down at the rope tied around his wrists and suddenly felt stupid. He probably should have take care of that before he left the place and got into the car. But, then again, they were trying to get out of there as fast as they could in case security decided they wanted to call the cops on them. He cursed under his breath and dug into his back pocket pulling out his favorite pocketknife.

Castiel recoiled with a slight growl and Dean caught on quickly. "Whoa, hey, calm down. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you okay?" Dean kept the pocketknife closed while he reached cautiously with his other and gestured in a way that said that he wanted to help. The angel studied him for a second, surveying him and his motives before deciding that Dean really did want to help him. He held out his bound wrists and watched at Dean flipped open the knife and began to cut through the rope. His body went tense and he observed the man's movements carefully in hopes that he wouldn't get nicked in the process.

"Man, these are going to leave some nasty markings." He finished cutting through the rope and tossed it onto the floor of his Impala, making a mental note to pick it up later.

Once out of the back seat of the cramped Impala, Castiel flexed out his wings, paying careful mind that each muscle was well stretched out. Dean had to keep himself from gawking at the huge black wings; he has never before been this up close and personal to an angel.

Castiel caught him staring though, and he tilted his head in curious confusion. Dean scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze to his boots. "Uh, right. Well, lets get inside and I'll show you around the place." He hastily turned around-the need to get away from the angel's intense gaze strong- and headed to his door, Castiel following right behind.

"Hey Sammy! You coming or what?" He stopped and turned to see his brother heading in a different direction.

"No Dean, I have things that I need to take care of."

"Oh c'mon man, don't tell me you aren't still pissed off about earlier."

Sam turned around, hands shoved in his pockets and showing off his well-known bitchface. Yeah, he was still pissed off. "Seriously Dean, that little stunt you pulled today was ridiculous. We could get into some serious trouble here Dean, and you don't seem to realize that."

"Oh please, none of that scares me Sammy. Besides, I gave the woman behind the counter my money so it's okay. No need to worry about losing your job."

Sam gave him this look that said that his brother was completely wrong about that. He could still get in trouble because of this, the both of them could. Sam didn't know whether Dean knew this or not, but by the looks of it he didn't seem to care at all. And that's what pissed him off the most.

"How can you say that Dean? My job is on the line, and what's worse is we could go to jail for stealing." Sam sighed. "Your best bet right now, is to just turn right around and take him back to where he needs to be."

Wait, what? Dean looked at him, dumbfounded. How in the Hell could Sam say something like that? Especially after looking over at the angel and seeing that worried almost terrified look on his face. His blue eyes were wide and his mouth hung slightly open in shock. He stared at Dean, pleading with him to disagree with Sam.

Something in his gut twisted and pulled while seeing the way this angel was staring at him. It was difficult to describe, but Dean knew that he couldn't ever allow himself to do anything that would put this angel in harms way. God knows he has been through enough as it is.

"No man, you know I cant do that."

"But Dean." Yeah, there is no way Dean was going to give into his brothers puppy-dog eyes, not this time anyway.

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you that angels and demons are not just some piece of property you can toss around when you don't need them anymore. Maybe if you would just get that stick out of your ass, you will see it from where I'm standing."

"Well, I'm sorry Dean, but this is the way society is. And there isn't a thing you can do to change that." Sam let out an irritated sigh and looked away from his brother. Dean took this small moment to think, coming to conclusion that Sam did bring up some good points. Dean was just one person in a world of six billion plus people. There was no way that he could change the way most of society thought alone, it was next to impossible.

But that didn't stop him from ever wanting to give it a shot.

Dean nodded and ran his hand over his chin. "Okay look, I know you are worried about your job and everything, and I'm sorry for that. But isn't there something that we can still do to make sure we aren't fucked? You know, make things more official." He chanced a glance at his new companion and saw this his features had softened and wasn't as tense as they were a few moments ago.

Sam turned to him, his eyes wide and bright. There was a look of relief on his face that said that he was glad that his stubborn brother was finally coming around.

"Uh, yeah actually. See uh, you may have paid the demon behind the desk for him, but you didn't do it properly. There is actually a lot of paper work involved. You are going to need to know a bit about his medical history and where to go to for regular check ups. There are quite a few things that you need to fill out. Plus, since you are obviously broke right now you might want to ask them if you can just go on some sort of pay-plan if possible. Oh, and you might want to get in there as soon as possible, in case they do decide to arrest someone."

Dean nodded as he took everything in. He hadn't realized that there was so much involved in basically adopting an angel and or a demon. Maybe he should have thought about that before running off with the angel and escaping the building.

"This is going to cost me a lot of money isn't it?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah it is."

"Fuck…"

..::Castiel/Dean::..

"No need to worry about my brother. He's just uh, he worries too much." Dean smiled at the angel as he unlocked his door, yet frowned when he didn't get any sort of response. He turned away from him and that intense gaze and opened the door.

"Welcome to your new home." He stepped inside and motioned for Castiel to come inside as well. He did, hesitantly though. Dean watched as the angel's wide eyes darted around his surroundings, taking everything in with a wariness about him.

Dean waited until Castiel's wings were completely inside the apartment before he closed the door and locked it. But the sudden noise of the door closing and locking caused the angel to jump. He turned around quickly and fixed Dean with a fear-filled stare, his body going stiff with fearful foreboding as a distant memory replayed in his mind. Castiel didn't know what to expect, but past experiences told him that the closing and locking of a door was a definite bad omen.

He took a few steps back away from Dean and held his arms up to his chest in defense; his fists clenched. Sure he was frightened, but he wasn't going to back down. He was going to defend himself in any way possible.

Castiel's eyebrows creased together and a low growl emanated from deep in his throat. Even Dean could feel the warning within it.

"Whoa, hey man, its okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Dean held up his hands in surrender and took a wary step forward. This was going to be a lot more difficult than he previously thought. Taking in an angel that jumped at every sudden noise and movement he made wasn't exactly what Dean had been expecting.

"I'm not going to do anything, okay?" He repeated in hopes that it would allay the other man's fears. He motioned for Castiel to lower his fists, and with much uncertainty, Castiel obeyed the command.

Dean gave a sigh of relief. "Okay, good." He let his tongue sweep over his lips promptly as he took a brief moment to think about his next move. Obviously, from what Dean has seen so far since taking him from The Bird Cage, it was probably going to be best for Dean to start things off slow. He didn't want to frighten him any more than he already was.

With much consideration and thought, he decided to introduce himself properly. "My name is Dean, uh Dean Winchester. Do you have a name?" He asked offering out his hand for the angel to shake.

Castiel stared at the other man's hand, tilted his head from side to side, unsure of what he should do with it. Dean couldn't help but feel the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile as he watched the angel's odd mannerisms. He has never met anyone who seemed so socially inept before; it was almost endearing.

After a few short moments of studying the situation in front of him, Castiel took grasp of his hand and shook it lightly. Then he looked at him with his large blue eyes. "I'm Castiel."

A/N: so, did you all enjoy this chapter? (even though it was short) lol I don't have much to say as I just wanna get this chapter up and read all your wonderful reviews. I will get right on the next chapter, and hope to get it up a lot sooner than this one. Thanks everyone! :D