Chapter Three.

Dean woke with a start, his head pounding, his throat dry, and his ankle heavy. Wait. Ankle heavy? Dean looked down and noticed a metal handcuff attached to his ankle. He reached down and pulled at it, didn't budge. He stood and stumbled into the bathroom, he didn't know if he was going to puke or urinate first. Puke won.

After several dry heaving sessions, he just sat on the floor. He put his face in his hands and his whole body shook, but not a single tear fell.

A small knock on the door caused him to jerk his head up. "Dean?"

Dean groaned, "Go away."

"Dean, I really think we need to discuss this."

"I want to see Sam," Dean was whispering now, but he knew the Angel could hear him.

"I'll let you see him... just come out and talk to me."

Dean stood and swayed slightly, he fell once on the way to the door, but regained his composure just before throwing the door open.

"What?" Dean hissed.

Castiel didn't say anything, he simply placed two fingers on the side of Deans' head, at the temple. Dean immediately felt better, the hangover gone.

"Thanks... now take me to Sam." Dean glared at Castiel, trying to appear tough.

"I'm not going to do that," Castiel said as he stepped into the room with Dean and closed the door behind him.

Dean spun around quickly, "You lied to me?!"

"I had to. Now listen, the cuff around your ankle will only give you certain access to this apartment. The more I trust you, the more access. I have arranged a time and place for you to meet with Sam, IF you are able to behave. Do you understand?" Castiel glared at Dean, not showing any sign of compassion.

"This is fucking stupid. Where can I go?" Dean pointed to the cuff.

"Oh, just this room. For now." Castiel smirked at Deans' look of bewilderment.

"Are you serious?! I'm gonna go crazy in here!"

Castiel rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. Dean walked closely on his heels, only to be thrown back against the ground when he tried to pass through the doorway.

"Told you, that room only." Castiels' voice came from what sounded like the kitchen.

Dean picked himself up off the floor and tried prying the cuff off, his fingertips barely fit between the metal and his skin. He looked up at Castiel standing in the doorway.

The Angel was holding some things and looking at Dean with pure amusement.

"You're not going to get that off. It has grace flowing through it. It's more powerful than any human." Cas stepped back into the room, setting the things down on Deans' bed.

"I can still try," Dean said stubbornly.

Cas set down on the floor and pulled a six pack out of a bag, "I figured we could talk over some drinks. Maybe... I don't know, get to know each other a little better?"

Dean looked at Cas like he had lobsters falling out of his ears. He sat down on the opposite side of the room and just stared.

"What the hell... Give me a beer," he finally said after a few minutes.

Cas opened two beer and slid one across the floor at Dean. They sat there in an awkward silence, both just taking small drinks.

Dean cleared his throat, "So... uh, come here often?"

Castiel tilted his head and stared at the human, "Of course, I live here."

"Right," Dean rolled his eyes.

"What do you like?" Castiels' voice was hushed, but very deep.

"Can you be more specific?" Dean took another drink of his beer, looking at Cas curiously.

"I mean, what do you enjoy doing? What are some of your hobbies? I don't want to keep you locked in here with nothing."

"Oh. Well, I like fixing cars. I like beer, maybe a movie every once in a while, a good porno mag, maybe some pie..."

"Your hobbies include pie and pornography?" Cas raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well, they're not technically hobbies... just things that I enjoy." Dean finished his beer and Cas slid another one over to him.

Cas watched as Dean took a large drink of his new beer. The human did have some nice physical qualities, he could understand why Lucifer gave him to Cas. The Angel has been alone for quite some time now, usually just taking what he wanted, but never staying around for the affection. He didn't see the point. If he wanted someone, he just took them. Dean was human though, if he took him, he could kill him.

"What about you?" Dean asked, pulling Cas from his thoughts.

"I enjoy working, reading, and flying," Cas replied simply.

"That sounds boring... except for flying, that could be interesting." Dean took another long drink. Feeling more confident, he looked on the bed at what Cas had brought in. Everything was in bags, so he looked back over at Cas.

"I brought all the alcohol in here. I figured it'd be easier for both of us to open up, if we were both inebriated." Cas stated matter-of-factually.

"Right. Well, I'm gonna get something a little stronger. You game?" Dean pulled a bag over and dumped out the contents, grabbing a bottle of whiskey.

"No, I'll stick to beer for now." Cas took another drink and just watched. His eyes traveled down the length of Deans' body, stopping to watch his adams apple bob as he swallowed the whiskey. He really is an attractive human.

An hour passed and a lot of small talk, Dean was pretty drunk at this point and Cas was only on his second beer.

"So, why did you take me if you didn't want me?" Dean slurred out.

"Oh, I haven't taken you yet." Cas smirked at his own inside joke.

"You're going to give me to Lucifer?" Dean made a face of disappointment. It was a face Castiel hadn't seen the human make yet.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Whatever. Why are you being nice to me? Like, why did you bring me alcohol and why are you even trying? Fuck, I hate angels. You guys are selfish assholes, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Dean. Stop." Castiel could feel his veins lighting up at Deans' words.

"No, you stop." Dean slurred, taking another long drink.

"I think you've had enough." Cas stood and walked over to Dean, attempting to grab the bottle. Dean pulled his hand out of the way in record time. He stood and put his face just inches from Castiels'.

"I'll have as much as I want. I'm the one trapped here, not you. You stupid fucking angels. You think everyone owes you something, ever since Lucifer took over. Well, guess what? No one owes you a damn thing. No one on Earth cares."

Cas balled up his fists and took a step towards Dean, "I'm warning you. Stop. Or I will treat you the way the other angels treat their pets."

"Oh, you think I'm scared of you?! Please, you're the least threatening angel in Heaven. Tell me, Castiel, how do the other angels treat their pets?"

Dean didn't have time to think, the next thing he knew, he was thrown against the wall. The bottle fell to the floor and shattered. Cas had a hold of the front of his shirt and his face was so close.

"Oh, I'll show you."

Cas flung Dean onto the bed, landing on his stomach. He felt Cas' hands on his hips, pulling his ass in the air. Cas' hand had a firm grip on the back of his neck, keeping his head on the bed. Dean felt a strong hand on the front of his jeans, his button flying across the room and his zipper ripping apart.

"Cas-"

"Keep your mouth shut." Cas' voice was low, demanding. Dean closed his mouth with an audible snap.

Dean whimpered quietly as his jeans were pulled down around his knees, he felt so exposed. He heard Cas removing his own pants, he tried to squirm away. His arms started flailing behind him, his breathing became ragged.

"Stop... Cas... Stop." Dean choked out between forming sobs.

"This is what you wanted, Dean."

Cas lined himself up at Deans' clenched hole, "This might hurt a little."

Dean felt Cas push lightly. Everything went red. He was screaming before he could stop himself, he knew Cas wasn't inside him yet, but he could control himself.

"Cas! Please, you don't have to do this! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please!" Dean was sobbing uncontrollably.

Everything was quiet. Cas stopped. He looked down at the back of Deans' head. Normally, the screaming didn't bother him. But with Dean, it felt wrong... He let go of the back of Deans' neck and left the room in a gush of wind before Dean had a chance to realize what happened.

Dean turned onto his back, pulling his pants up and looking furiously around the room. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized he was alone. He sat up with his back against the wall, and put his face in his hands. He couldn't stop the tears now that they were flowing so freely. He just let himself cry. He didn't know if it had been 15 minutes or 15 hours. He eventually fell asleep with a killer headache.

Cas landed back in Deans' room. The human was still, his breathing was light and steady. Cas observed the way Deans' lips were arched, the way his eyebrows drew together every once in a while. He wondered what Dean was dreaming about...

Before he could think about anything else, Dean let out an ear shattering scream. His body rolled over and over, his hands fighting something that wasn't there.

Cas ran over to him and shook him gently, "Dean! Wake up!"

Deans' eyes flew open and looked around, they finally landed on Cas. The angel expected to see anger, but instead he just saw fear. Dean scrambled away from him, pulling the small blanket with him.

Cas stood, something in his chest felt heavy. Guilt. He's the one who made Dean feel this, he was probably dreaming about Cas, about what he's done.

Cas swallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it almost immediately. He turned and left the room, returning a moment later with a new blanket. It was softer and much larger, he set it down carefully on the end of the mattress.

He then turned and left again.

Dean pulled the larger blanket over him and tried to even his breathing.

I really might not survive this.

Thank you for being patient! I love you! Reviews are appreciated, feel free to yell at me for being late!

Kisses- A.