Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.

Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.

Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic rape scene. This is my second attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone so I'm stil learnign. Please let me know what you think, constructively.

Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implicit rape and other adult subject matter.

PROBABLE TRIGGER WARNING! Read with caution!

Slightly longer to make up for the very short chapter before.

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Previously on "Now What?" –

"Know what? Not this time, Dean," Castiel promised solemnly in a very husky voice. "This time, my ass will not be on the menu. Yours is."

Castiel watched Dean blink with shocked disbelief an instant before he reached out and grabbed the hunter by the hair at the back of his neck. He yanked Dean's head back to stare at him as he towered over the helpless human that was his charge. Was being the keyword because, after this, that term would never apply to this particular being again.

Dean groaned slightly at the hair pull which had hurt, but not that bad. In fact, if a hot chick, or hell, any chick, had been in his friend's place right now, it would have seriously turned him on. Yeah, alright, he had a slight pain kink, very slight, so sue him. He was just glad it was only a slight kink, considering all he'd lived through the past few years. Unfortunately, it wasn't a hot chick in front of him so his body and mind were sending very conflicting signals which, in his chaotic mind, was not a good sign, at all.

To add to that, he was even more disturbed by the confusing emotions swirling in his friend's eyes which appeared to blaze an even brighter blue than normal. He was actually somewhat stunned by that, considering he didn't think they could become any bluer. He had a hard enough time not staring into those deep oceanic depths as it was. Whenever he did accidently get caught in their depths, he found himself drowning in their reassuring serenity almost instantly.

Damn it! This was only going to complicate things all the more, he realized and vaguely wondered if it was the angel's grace burning through its vessel that caused this.

He knew Crowley had done something to the angel which probably resulted in this. It was obviously an Enochian spell meant for Cas since he was the only being susceptible to it. He also knew that he needed to make Cas understand, and make him understand like yesterday, what Dean's intentions had really been when he had entered the holy fire circle.

His intentions had definitely not been to give Crowley what he had wanted. After all, when had he ever gone along with that prissy dick, especially since he'd become the King of Hell. He had just figured that this had been the only way to get to the angel without Crowley interfering.

In the next instant, Dean felt a huge cooling draft in the room and immediately knew why. Shit! He mentally cursed with blinding panic. Where the hell are my clothes? Cas, damn it! Only then did he realize that he had allowed entirely too much time to pass. He needed to get this under control now.

"Cas?" he barely squeaked out hoarsely then winced and swallowed thickly. What the hell had happened to his voice? Oh, yeah, freaking panic. He tried again, only barely succeeding in sounding almost normal. Too bad, his mind was in worse shape than his voice. "I, I was looking for . . ."

"What? What, Dean?" Cas inquired dispassionately as he stared down at the human kneeling directly in front of him, in a position that he had imagined frequently over the past few years, for various reasons, but never truly believed the two of them would ever get here. He reached out his free hand and gently stroked Dean's cheek while keeping his grip on Dean's hair tight. His roving hand firmly moved its way down Dean's neck, feeling the increasing temperature under his hand from the human's flush skin, as he continued absently, "What were you looking for? Another type of hookup? Another position, perhaps? Afraid not. Not this time, Dean."

"Cas," Dean rasped out harshly, trying to ignore the increasing panic and the feelings that the gentle, firm stoke down his neck caused. He felt the barely restrained power of the angel before him and somehow sensed that Cas was fighting a losing battle against something that he was no match for. He mentally struggled for something, some idea or inspiration, to help them both out of this mess. But Cas's hands on his body distracted him for some reason. His id and ego were arguing over how they felt about this, all of this, as well as the actual importance of it all at the moment.

Despite the current situation and all the foreboding indications telling Dean something very bad was about to happen, Castiel's touch did feel strangely comforting and familiar. It vaguely reminded him of his father in some ways but he never had these 'other' feelings when his father had touched him. But the enormous strength of both his larger than life role models being gentled for him by them, yeah, that did very strange things to his self-worth, his self-image and, in Cas's case, at least, his libido. The fact that his savior, who had seen him at his . . . well, Hell . . . and still cared . . .

Shit! He so needed to get a grip on himself. He stubbornly focused his attention on his lack of clothes and the situation at hand, rather than . . . Once again, his mind trailed off at the sensations floating over his skin, his current position in relation to his savior, his . . . As a result, he was never completely certain later, whether the next word was direct toward himself or Castiel. "Don't . . ." he rasped warningly.

"Don't," Cas interrupted angrily, not allowing the human a nanometer of wiggle room, "tell me what to do. You no longer have a say in any of this, Dean." His free hand had moved down to where his mark used to be on Dean's shoulder. He could still feel the gentle pulsing of the grace he'd left within the mark, even though he had healed the visible burned skin after the almost apocalypse. He had left that grace to help seal Dean's soul to his mortal body and restart the life within. It was the profound bond that they shared, despite Dean's obliviousness to it.

He fitted his hand perfectly over the wound, easily guided by sealed grace within Dean, while he gripped the short, now sweaty, hair on the back of Dean's neck tighter, knowing what was coming as his control over his vessel's 'meatsuit' weakened. He didn't have much time left. He soon would be gone, mentally. He wished more than anything that it was physically but the holy fire ring eliminated that option as he muttered softly in Dean's face but mostly to himself, "No say over this. Or over anything. Anymore."

Unfortunately, he was unable to stop what had been building within him this whole time, no matter how much . . . Because of that spell, he had no choice, his logical mind reminded his 'emotional' mind with despair. It gave him NO solace as he felt his grace flare out from the mental restrains he'd held it within to begin the end of it, the end of it all. He stared into Dean's brilliant green eyes which were brighter than normal from the glistening tears of pain that the human stubbornly refused to spill and mentally burned the image in his mind, knowing he would never be able to be with this remarkable man again after all this.

"Oh, for the love of . . . get on with it!" Crowley's muted voice sounded low within the fire but his exasperation was easily distinguishable. He quickly followed it with a repeat of the Enochian command with an imperative direct command. Castiel barely heard the final, "Oh, yeah, and, by all means, dayenu" over the blood rushing through his vessel's body.

Castiel's eyes flared whitish-blue briefly from the brightly burning, fully freed grace while he growled with long-denied, pained hunger and moved into position behind Dean's kneeling form. He kept the human at his feet firmly in place as the natural submissive his species was, at least, in relation to angels. He thought he might have heard it say something but nothing it had to say would change anything so he completely disregarded it. His own vessel's clothing irritated its skin so he instantly dispelled them with a thought. He leaned forward over the sleekly, muscled back of the offering before him as he sank into the appropriate position to complete the ordered ritual.

A small part of him voiced an outraged concern that the main part of him immediately squelched. He had his order from Above. This wasn't the time for thought. That wasn't allowed right now. The order was all. The order was everything. The order must be obeyed.

In true robotic fashion, he reached around the human's waist and gripped it tightly while his other hand kept control of the human's neck and head. He quoted the required Enochian inscription while he pressed his hand flat against the abdomen of the body in front of him. As expected, the human threw his head back and screamed out in pain. After all, this particular ritual was never intended for humans.

With the human painfully distracted, he released its head and prepared to complete the ritual by lining himself up at the human's entrance. He once again gripped the human's graced shoulder and pulled the hunter down on him, using his grace to ease the way. Why he bothered, he didn't now acknowledge as his grace thrummed violently inside of him. Not that it mattered, the human still yelled in pain.

Once he was fully buried inside the intended vessel, Castiel slightly blinked away a portion of the white-hot, grace-filled haze that had overtaken his mind. It was still there, driving him, but it was not nearly as overpowering. That's not to say that he could actual stop what he was doing, because he couldn't. It only meant that he could actually interact with his vessel again. He could actually feel and process what his vessel was feeling.

The first thing he became aware of was warm, tight wetness surrounding his reproductive organ. His vessel's eyes rolled back in his head slightly in response to how very, very, . . . 'awesome' it felt. An involuntary pleasured moan slipped out of his vessel as he gripped the wonderful body before him tightly. He let out a shuddering sigh which caused more pleasurable sensations to flow through him, generated from the motion of his fully-blooded male organ moving deep within the pleasure receptacle it was inside.

He felt the driving need to move so he slowly pulled back from the sweet body gripping him so tightly until he was almost all the way out. He moaned in ecstasy at the tightness, convulsing around him in an attempt to keep him inside. He needed to reward it for all the pleasure it as giving him so he quickly thrusted back in as deep as he could go, enjoying the pulsing muscles within the human's body clenching around him. He easily fell into an immensely pleasurable rhythm.

In the back of his mind, he acknowledged that the human's yells had fallen into weakly pained, distressed whimpers but they didn't really touch him. His body was on fire, an extremely delightful fire, and it needed release. That was all he could focus on at the moment as the hand he had held on the human's abdomen moved to its other shoulder since the vessel had fully submitted to his ownership of it. Then he moved both of his hands to the man's hips and began pulling him back onto his vessel's penis harder and faster than before.

His head fell back and he slowly lowered himself back on his knees as he continued to impale the human further on his extremely hard member. He groaned in pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into the receiving vessel. He felt his own vessel's blood pooling in his gut and his testicles tightening up, drawing up closer to the attached body. He could tell something was about to happen. Something was building up. Something mind-blowing. He was getting closer and closer but, at the same time, he didn't want it to end. He never wanted it to end. He'd never felt anything this immensely pleasurable before.

Suddenly, he felt something pulling on his vessel's penis every time he tried to pull it out of the tight, throbbing receptacle on top of him. He couldn't tell if it was adding to the pleasure or not but it definitely wasn't hindering it. In fact, it made him thrust even harder which produced more weak groans from the limp receptacle but he didn't care. He had to keep going. He had to reach the end. He had to . . .

Oh, Father, he praised distractedly when he couldn't pull out in more. Actually, the last pull which didn't move caused the already tight channel to contract and spasm even tighter around him. As a result, his vessel's reproductive organ continued to swell up even more and felt like it would burst at the seams. It set off a chain reaction within Castiel and his vessel's meatsuit.

Every muscle in his whole vessel's body tightened up then clenched while he experienced his first ever orgasm. He barely managed to close his grace-filled eyes and clasped his hands over the receptacle's mortal ears to protect them from the small amount of grace flowing out of him beyond his control. He threw back his head with a hoarse shout of ecstasy. Simultaneously, he felt his testicles pull all the way up and contract, forcing his ejaculate into the pulsing channel that was busily milking all of it from his erupting penis.

As soon as he had his grace back under his control, he gripped the human's hips again while he forcefully thrusted up into the limp vessel's body. He pressed even deeper into the tight channel, desperate to shoot more of his ejaculate as deep in the vessel as was physically possible. He needed this ecstasy to continue indefinitely.

He felt himself press even deeper into the tight channel milking him, trying to become one with the receptacle. He pressed and pressed, even though in reality he barely moved. Instinctively, he searched, driven, until he sensed that he'd found another opening buried deeply at the human receptacle's core. Unmindfully, he purposefully thrusted into that secret place, that previously virgin territory that no entity had ever been within, to which he heard a sudden intake of breath and pained yelp followed by a confused whimper. His grace flared brightly within his vessel in response to the knowledge that he was the first and he proceeded to fill it with even more of his grace-filled ejaculate. Instinctively, he needed to coat and mark every inch of the man he had buried himself in.

The receptacle above him shuddered and shook in response to the deep invasion of its core, adding to Cas's pleasure. He rolled his hips rhythmically while he continued to press the human's hips down onto his. He felt the need meld this human into himself, even though it wasn't possible. His body continued to shot long strings of cum into that hidden core.

He moaned softly as he felt the mortal's body sag against him, giving up all control of its body to him once again. He smiled dazedly at the mortal's final surrender and enjoyed the warm, endorphin-filled blood flowing through his vessel's body. He leaned down to rest his head against the human's shoulder while the rest of his vessel continued to move inside the man's channel and fill it even more. As it was, he could feel the sloshing of his ejaculate inside the receptacle which only cause his vessel to expel more and his pleasure to increase.

Distantly, he heard someone's voice commenting, "I don't know if I believe it. Seems like I should make sure that you two are actually . . ."

The voice was getting closer. Castiel's head immediately shot up as he growled menacingly at the intrusion. No one should be here. Not now. Not during this. No one can touch. No one can take. He'll rip whoever it is apart.

"Touchy, touchy," the voice taunted back smugly as it faded back.

Castiel leaned down and inhaled the tantalizing aroma of sweat and sex, specifically the aroma of his receptacle's individual scent. He pressed his lips against the sweaty neck that was connected to the head lolling against his shoulder. He licked his lips and the neck simultaneously. He sighed in pleasure at the taste, enjoying every moment of what was happening. His reproductive organ shot more out into the overfilled body, resulting in a soft groan.

The voice commanded again, in Enochian, a command that could not be ignored, and Castiel whined slightly with reluctance, even as he moved to obey. He leaned back slightly and spread his legs wider, forcing the human to do the same since its legs were sprawled outside the angel's . He hooked his arms under the mortal's knees and pulled them up as close to its chest as he could without damaging the receptacle or the progress that they had made in the ritual.

The mortal whimpered weakly but they weren't done yet. He leaned over and ordered softly into the its ear, using their bond status to compel obedience, "Present yourself."

The submissive flinched and subtly tried to refuse but Castiel pressed him down on to his hips and managed to get just that little bit further inside. The sub turned his head to hide its face in Castiel's neck as the sub's far hand moved slowly down its sweaty chest and abs. It completely bypassed its erect, heavy cock. Instead the sub moved down to its overloaded testicles and cupped them before pulling them up to display its very full, highly inflamed, abused hole, filled to bursting by Castiel's huge, inflated penis.

Castiel met the voice's eyes for a brief instant and saw the picture of them through the bystander's eyes. He closed his eyes at the very erotic image that was now seared into his mind. Automatically he turned the sub's face in the opposite direction then completed the last step by gently biting down on the sweaty expanse bared for him. He heard the sub's pained groan transition to a sudden, surprised, hoarsely-shouted curse then fall into a weak whimper as he deepened the bite until he faintly tasted blood.

The instant that he tasted blood, he retracted his vessel's teeth and licked the wound soothingly until it closed. Dimly he saw a bright light flash in the distance but that didn't touch him. He felt the completion of the task assigned and driving urges receded, even if the pleasurable drives stayed with him. He moved again in response to the pleasure resulting from the clenching, throbbing channel surrounding his sensitive member. Even as more ejaculate erupted from him, he once again felt in control of himself, his grace and his vessel.

While his surroundings became clearer to him and awareness returned, he felt the same grace deep regret as when he had betrayed Dean by being in league with Crowley. It came as no surprise that Crowley once again was a part of that same intense regret as well. He had no idea how to possibly . . .

He couldn't even finish that thought because he really felt like there was nothing left to finish. He almost fearfully glanced over to check his now ex-friend's expression, wondering at the silence. He was not at all surprise to find Dean passed out on top of him.

No, he was not surprise and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't somewhat relieved. He acknowledged that thought as cowardice as he slowly lowered Dean's legs back down into a more comfortable position. He tried to ease Dean off of him, only to feel a strange, somewhat painful pull on his penis. Puzzled, he tried again but only made it as far as last time which wasn't more than a few centimeters.

Dean groaned in his sleep and mumbled with a slight slur, "Stop. Don't."

Castiel glanced over to the face resting beside his. Dean's eyes were still closed so Castiel wasn't sure if Dean was truly awake. Not that it really mattered at this point, it didn't appear that they were going anywhere anytime soon.

He mentally searched his body for the impediment with the help of his grace so that he could hopefully resolve it before Dean woke up. He was so focused that he actually startled when Dean addressed him wearily, and still a bit slurred, "Something you forget to tell me, Cas?"

"Um," Castiel tried to stall hesitantly while working on a solution, "I am not sure what you are referring to."

"K," Dean mumbled weakly. "How 'bout this. Cas, get out of my ass."

Castiel blinked then swallowed slightly before he admitted reluctantly, "I, uh, can't."

"Which brings us back to, something you forgot to tell me, Cas?"

"I, uh, . . . am still not sure . . ." Castiel stalled desperately, only there still wasn't any loosening within the gripping channel holding him prisoner to this situation.

"Of course not," Dean huffed humorlessly with his eyes still closed then sighed heavily and answered slowly, with obvious exhaustion, "Why am I not surprised. So many questions. How about the biggest one first? Why can't you get out of me now?"

"Oh, uh . . ."

"Yes, Cas," Dean prodded with weary impatience.

Castiel flinched slightly before he reasoned reluctantly, "We appear to be . . . um . . . tied." He tried to concentrate on anything but the warm, tightness surrounding him as he felt himself eject more semen into Dean. He knew he shouldn't feel as pleasured as he did at the feeling.

"Tied? Tied! Like . . . as in dogs?" Dean questioned disbelievingly then didn't quite bite back a soft moan in time. "God, that feels . . . shit . . . weird," he muttered to himself.

"Dean, please," Castiel started hesitantly.

"Seriously?" Dean demanded incredulously, even though he didn't have the energy to back it up with actual emotion. "You . . . After everything . . . tied . . . and . . . shit . . . you want something else?!"

"No. Yes. I . . ." Cas stammered in reply, unable to avoid the guilty regret seeping deep within him.

"Well, which the hell is it?" Dean hissed irritably.

Castiel closed his eyes briefly as he ejaculated even more into Dean's awesome body. He knew he needed to get this out quickly. "Just please don't mention my Father right now," he rushed out abruptly before glancing at Dean's stunned face.

Dean stared at him for a long moment then finally opened his mouth to say something, only to close it without saying anything. He tried again with the same results before he ran a shaky hand over his sweaty, tear-stained face. He leaned his head back then rolled his head to look at Castiel again and wondered curiously, "Would it cause us to 'untie' quickerif I do?"

There was another spurt of ejaculate shot up into Dean who shuddered slightly in reaction. Dean exhaled heavily then he prodded with a trembling voice, "Cas?"

"Possibly," Cas gritted out softly, fighting the pleasure now that Dean was conscious and reminding Castiel of what position they were in. Despite his honest remorse, Dean's body felt so, so incredibly wonderful around his own.

"Possibly?" Dean griped hoarsely at the evasion then demanded in the same tone. "Did you know this was going to happen?"

"Did I know what was going to happen?" Castiel clarified uncertainly, trying to focus on the conversation and not the more pleasurable sensations of his vessel's body.

"This tie thing," Dean explained impatiently then bit back another shudder as Cas expelled more into Dean's body.

"No," Castiel answered honestly.

"Seriously?" Dean verified disbelievingly, staring at him in shock.

Castiel rolled his eyes slightly then demanded impatiently in return, "How would I know, Dean, considering I've never done this before?"

"What about . . . you know, what's her name . . . the hippy chick that found you naked in the woods?" Dean wondered curiously.

"We didn't have that kind of relationship," Castiel stated vaguely. "She could tell there was something different about me, especially after she saw me heal someone. She didn't ever . . . we only, uh, hugged and kissed. Once."

"Huh. Lucky me," Dean muttered with his usual dry sarcasm.

Castiel felt something deep within him wither at the offhanded comment but he refused to identify it. After all, it was definitely a 'Dean'-type comment. He simply suggested logically, "Sleep, Dean. I will leave you as soon as I can."

Dean glanced at him questioningly then shrugged slightly and sagged back against him. He sighed heavily, "You know, as much as I can definitely get behind that suggestion, I can't with you in my . . . behind. Besides, there's, at the very least, a few things that we need to discuss. For instance . . ."

His voice trailed off when Castiel gently touched Dean's shoulder, putting the hunter into a grace-filled sleep. He held Dean against him while the hunter fell easily into an exhausted slumber. He lightly caressed Dean's cheek before turning his attention to the room outside his ringed prison, wondering where he could possibly go after this.

Crowley had definitely gotten his revenge on Castiel in the worst way possible. He slightly tightened his grip on Dean, knowing that their time together was limited. And, unlike the other times, once Dean left, Castiel would never see him again. Castiel wished that the King of Hell has simply killed him instead. Nothing would have been as torturous as the existence he was now destined to lead.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think.

Next update isn't written yet so suggestions are welcome. Trying to complete my other neglected fic before returning to this one.