Shame and Game

by Demitria Teague

Dean and Sam unknowingly succumb to the charms of Princess, a creature who loves to play games. Once they remember what she made them do they have to face the shame and humiliation of it. They can't go to Bobby with out admitting what she made them do, so Dean calls in Castiel. He's exactly what they need, blissful naivety.

3. Enter, Castiel

Yay! I have actually gained a following for this story. Like I told you guys before. This story is dedicated to you, the fans. If it wasn't for your enthusiasm it may not be making as much progress as it is. I wouldn't already be working on chapter three. I appreciate the support. You guys are awesome!

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Shame and Game - Chapter Three: Enter, Castiel

Princess Pov (Point Of View)

"Ma'am, I think you need to see this," Rapsody said, holding the manila folder out hesitantly. She gasped as Keagan snatched it out of her grasp and flipped it open. Her eyes were down cast as she waited for him to look the information over. Princess cleared her throat and gently dismissed her. She turned and quickly walked away.

"Why are you so hard on her," Princess asked Keagan.

He huffed and turned to face her. "She's so jumpy. It pisses me off." He barred his fangs in Rapsody's direction. She was standing near the wishing well, fanning herself.

He sneered in disgust.

Princess smiled. "Anything interesting?" She asked, changing the subject.

His grip tightened on the manila folder as her remembered that he hadn't finished reading it yet. "Hold on." He scanned the page for the spot he had stopped at and picked up the sentence. His eyes widened and he quickly read the rest of it.

"What is it," she said quickly. Her pulse quickened as she anxiously prepared herself for his response.

"Hold on." He marched over to a nervous looking Rapsody and Princess watched him wave his arms around. She couldn't help the tiny laugh that escaped her lips. Keagan was such a lifer, although he'd deny it claiming life was a dark void of suffering and hopelessness. Rather he wanted to admit it or not he was full of energy and very expressive.

Exactly the way she liked the people in her life. A few minutes later he turned and headed back her way. He stopped in front of her throan and handed her the manila folder. "The Zephir is in town," he stated matter-of-factly.

Her eyes widened and she sat up flipping the folder open. Her eyes quickly devoured the information on the page. "How reliable is this information?"

"Rapsody said she got it from Eli."

"How the hell did she manage to talk to Eli?" She said more as a statement than a question.

Keagan remained silent, only shaking his head in response. "I can't imagine it either."

She tapped her long fingernails on the arms of her throan as she debated on how she'd respond to this information. Finally, she said, "I'm going to visit Eli myself." In one motion she was out of her throan standing at the bottom of the stairs leading up to her throan. "Are you coming?"

He thought about it for a second. "Is that really a good idea. He and I don't see eye to eye. I might just rip out his fucking throat."

She turned to look at him and the tug of a smirk pulled at the left corner of her mouth as she saw the large black circles that populated most of his eyes. He was gritting his teeth and the heavy movement of his chest meant that he was suddenly angry. She figured that he was thinking about all the times they butted heads before and no doubt he was imaging ways he'd like to torture Ian. "That is a fight I'd pay to see," she provoked and burst out laughing at the panged expression that suddenly covered his face. Shaking her head, she headed for the wrought iron gate that surrounded the small space she liked to think of as her home for now.

Keagan made a face as the gate swung closed. He swallowed hard and felt a saddness urrupt inside of him. Being conditioned to only feel complete with in Princess's presence made it difficult for him to be separated from her. Why hadn't he just swallowed his anger and went with her? Why?

He shook his head and took in a deep breath attempting to burry that sad feeling. To distract himself from the remnants of sadness that rolled around in his stomach he turned his attention on Rapsody. He glared at her and her eyes widened as he pushed the anger he felt out so that she could feel it. "You had better hope that your information is acurate," he warned. He spoke the words with his mind and made sure that the full brunt of the warning sat with in her mind and chest.

His ears pricked up as the speed of her heart beat quickened in fear. Just the way he liked it. He turned away from her and ascended the stairs leading up to the throan. Slowly, he sang in to the giant stone seat and his body stiffened up as he quit playing the role of a living, breathing human being. His chest quit rising up and down, because he didn't actually need to breath air and his shoulders straightened up as he quit using the slight slump that made him appear human.

His eyes seemed to widen as he allowed the true bright blue tone of his vampire eyes to shine through the brown color and he quit blinking. Relief washed over him as he felt normal again. He'd been holding that human illusian for three weeks now. This was the first time he'd been home since then and he was very happy to be here. Now, the only thing that would make his life complete would be for Princess to come home so that they could run all these annoying little lackies off and they could rip each other's clothes off.

His mouth watered as he remembered how rich tasting her blood was. It was like being lit with fire and he craved it all the time. His chest swelled with pride everytime he remembered the fact that she gave it to him so freely.

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Sam and Dean Pov (Point of View)

The sound of a horn jolted Dean out of sleep. He lifted his head off the pillow that he was curled up to and blinked at the blinds that were next to the door. For a second, he wasn't sure where he was. Then he remembered he and Sam had changed motels again. Clearing his throat, he rolled out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom to relieve his bladder.

He padded back the way he had come and stopped at the end of his mattress. Slowly, he turned and eyed Sam curiously. Why was he in his bed? He cocked an eyebrow and back tracked to go to Sam's side of the bed. As quietly as he could he kneeled down and glared at his brother's sleeping face.

With one quick motion he flicked his finger out and it caught Sam on the side of his left cheek. Sam flintched and sat bolt right up. His head turned from side to side trying to figure out what had caused him pain. When he spotted Dean he barred his teeth at him. "What the hell are you doing?" He angrily demanded.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed," Dean demanded, equally angry.

"What?"

He said the words slowly. "You. Are. In. My. Bed."

Sam looked around and realized that Dean was right. "Um..." He suddenly felt awkward. "I don't know."

Dean made a face. "I hope your not sleep walking again, because if you are then we are so getting different rooms."

He wanted to scream that he wasn't sleep walking again, but Sam didn't have an explanation as of why he was in Dean's bed, so he just went with it. "Are you sure that I didn't just fall asleep in this bed and you were too drunk to realize I was here, so you cuddled up beside me?"

"I will never ever be that drunk..." He let his words drift off.

Sam heard the change of tone in his brother's voice and asked, "What is it?"

"I just realized that I can't remember how I got home last night."

Sam blinked as the realization that he couldn't remember anything either slammed in to his gut. "Why can't we remember anything?"

Suddenly, Dean's eyes lit up and he smiled. "Hey, maybe we were drugged."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Hey, nothing wrong with some gorgeous babe drugging me and taking advantage." He playfully nudged Sam's elbow with his own.

Sam watched his brother like he was the stupidest excuse for a human being that the world had ever seen as Dean crossed the room and flicked the radio on. Dean began to bob his head to some Oldies Rock song that Sam recognized and hated. Sam shook his head and climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He couldn't help but notice how relaxed he felt as he undressed. The water felt amazing beating down on his shoulders and he stood there with his head underneath the faucett for a few minutes before he made a move to grab the shampoo.

As he washed he felt a strange fluttering feeling in his gut. He tried to place the feeling, but the more he focused on it the stranger it felt, so he turned his attention back to bathing. When he was done, he dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. Dean was still dancing, big surprise there, as he crossed the room and unzipped his duffel bag. He chose a blue T-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Dean, have you seen my jacket?" Sam asked after he had searched every drawer and made a trip to the car.

"Nope," Dean said as he bobbed his head to another equally horrific Oldies Rock song.

"Ridiculous," Sam mumbled under his breath as he went back to his bed and leaned down to look under his bed. He made a face when he spotted his jacket all the way underneath the middle of Dean's bed. "What the?" He went to Dean's bed and reached underneath it. His jacket was slightly wrinkled as he pulled it out of the tiny space that his arm just barely fit in. His nose tingled as he caught a whiff of something familiar.

That strange tingling feeling returned in the pit of his stomach and he considered stuffing his jacket in his duffle bag, but it was chilly and he decided that he could deal with the feeling he kept getting. He'd just focus intently on keeping his attention else where than the scent. He put his jacket on and then his shoes. As he lifted the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder he realized that it was a little light. He curiously lifted it up and down a few times before shaking his head turning his attention on Dean.

"Are you ready?" He asked him.

Dean grabbed his own duffel bag, reached down to flick the small black radio off, and headed for the door. The sky was gray and cloudy as they made their way across the parking lot to the charger. "Is it supposed to rain," Dean asked Sam.

Sam made a face. "I don't know. I haven't watched the news lately. It sure looks like it, though."

Traffic was low as Dean eased the charger on to the road and they turned off I90 onto the interstate. Four hours later they pulled off the freeway and onto a bridge that went up up up. Sam gripped the arm of his door and pushed his shoes in to the floor. "Oh, I hate tall bridges," he said.

Dean made a face as he looked out his window and down over the side of the bridge. He wasn't too keen on it either. Clearing his throat, he said, "About fourty five minutes from now we'll be in Panama City Florida. We can get something to eat, get a new motel room."

Sam eyed him suspiciously. "Check out hot babes..." He let the words drift off as Dean tipped his head and smiled at him. He shook his head and turned to look out his window, which he instantly regretted as his throat dropped in to his stomach. It was too high.

"Way too high," he whispered turning to face forward. His breath was labored and a light sheen of sweat had broken out along his brow.

"Relax, Sammy," Dean said as he reached over and flicked the radio on.

"Oh, no," Sam begged. "Please don't."

Dean entusiastically began to mouth the words of the song and bob his head in rhythm with the beat. In that moment, Sam promised himself that he would buy a box of ear plugs. He couldn't believe that he had waited this long.

Fourty five minutes later Dean pulled the charger in to a small diner called Rahji's. "Hm," Dean began. "It has a Indian name, but the diner looks like a Mom and Pop kind of joint."

"I don't care," Sam said, unbuckling his seat belt and pushing his door open. He stood up and stretched before saying, "I am starving. I'll eat anything they serve me." Dean followed him in to the diner. It was bigger than it looked on the out side. Thick, brown carpet covered the entire area and there were at least thirty tables spread out along the walls.

There were more tables that filled in the middle section. They walked through the tables and made their way to a window seat. It was up against a banister that Sam happily leaned his back against as he waited for the waitress to bring them their drinks. Sam watched the tiny woman as she made her way over. He thought it was amazing that she had a large round tray balanced on top of her head carrying bowls of food that didn't belong to them and in her left hand was a smaller tray that carried two drinks.

"Water for you," she said in a thick Indian accent as she handed him the cup. It was a light blue color and the ice looked cool to him through the thick plastic. She turned to him and he noticed just how long her thick, black hair was. It cascaded down her back and stopped underneath the back of her knees. She was wearing a small golden pin that was shaped like a flower over the heart of her dress, which was a bright red color.

Dean curiously watched his brother. He was eyeing the waitress intently and as she turned to hand him his drink his eyes seemed to go smoky. The waitress was silent for a second and put her hand to her mouth before letting out a tiny giggle. In that annoying, thick accent she told them both to enjoy their drinks. He watched Sam's face as she walked away and his eyes widened at the fact that Sam was clearing staring at her.

"Dude?"

Sam turned his attention to his brother. "What?"

"Are you in to Indian flavor these days?"

"Huh?" He scratched his head as he thought about his reaction to the waitress. She had been beautiful, but that wasn't what had drawn him to her. As hard as he tried to wrap himself back in that moment he couldn't do it. Dean's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"So, how about it?"

He shook his head. "I don't know what that was all about."

After taking a sip of his drink, Dean pointed at him and said, "It's probably about the fact that you haven't been layed in over a year."

"Dean," he hissed. "Could you possibly say that any louder?" He looked around to make sure that no one was listening to them. "And it hasn't been over a year." The length of time it'd had been was still depressing so he kept it to himself.

"What ever you say, Sammy."

"Here comes the waitress," Sam said in a low tone.

They both turned to watch her walk over. She was holding out an order pad. "So, what can I get you?" She asked. She smiled politely as she waited for them to order. Sam was relieved when she didn't look at him any different than she did Dean.

After they had ordered Sam had to endure Dean's enthusiasm as he played drums with his spoon on his drink glass. He was bobbing his head to the beat.

"Why are you so happy today?" He asked him. "I mean usually the dancing is a morning thing, but it's clear in to the after noon and you're still doing it."

"Hey, don't complain about the good mood. I haven't felt this good in years." He clanked his glass, then the napkin holder and froze when he spotted the waitress coming their way.

Sam turned to see what had caught Dean's attention. His mouth watered at the sight of his food being placed in front of him. It was a triple cheeseburger with a large order of fries and he'd even ordered a chocolate malt shake to go.

Dean shoveled his own fries in to his mouth and eyed Sammies food longingly. "Man, I should have ordered the same thing. I'm going to have to get me a burger to go." He'd ordered a large cheese burger and a large order of fries, but he felt like he could eat ten orders of each. After they had eaten, Sam got his malt shake and Dean went to the chef's window to order a triple cheeseburger to go.

As he waited a scent caught his attention. It smelled so good that he closed his eyes for a second to take it in. It was a strange scent, very intense and... He struggled with trying to find the right word to describe it. The scent faded as quickly as it'd come and he felt some one bump in to him. When he opened his eyes Sam was standing next to him slurping on his shake.

"How much longer did they say it was going to be?" He asked.

He felt heavy on his feet for a second as he tried to get the memory of the scent out of his mind. "Um.." He cleared his throat. "About five more minutes."

Sam nodded. "So, hotel, then what?"

"We need to call Bobby and see if he's got a game plan."

"Sounds like a plan."

Burger in hand Dean led the way to the charger and he turned left to drive a mile down in that direction to the nearest motel. It was larger than what they were used to, with very tall buildings. "Well, we are in Florida," he heard Sam say as he pulled the car in to a parking space. They got out and headed across the hot asphalt towards the front door. Once they were inside Dean was fanning himself. He removed his jacket at the same time Sam did. "It got hot fast."

Sam fanned himself too and wrapped his jacket up in to a tight ball. "No kidding."

The room they stayed in was small, but it was nice. It had large dressers, an entertainment center, and an unlimited mini-fridge. "I'm going to take a nap," Dean said dropping his bag at the end of his bed. He took off his shirt and jeans and climbed underneath the covers in his boxers. It only took a matter of minutes before he was sound asleep.

Sam decided to plunder through the room. He wasn't surprised to find every cabinent and drawer empty, besides the usual phone book and bible in the top drawer by his bed, but he was surprised to find that their were a pair of sliding glass doors that opened out on to a tiny terrace. He quickly changed in to a muscle shirt and a pair of athletic shorts before going on to the terrace and taking a seat in one of the white sun chairs. He felt sweat break out along his skin as he soaked up the sun and it felt nice. It wasn't long before he realized that he had too much energy to just sit there.

He left Dean a note saying that he had decided to go down to the beach for a run. His muscled strained against the sand as he pumped his legs harder. His chest rose and fell as he kept his shoulders straight back. He had picked up a pair of shades on the way down here and it helped keep the sun out of his eyes as he ran in it's direction. When he decided to stop running he didn't feel tired he just figured it was time to head back in case Bobby had called.

Sam was feeling good from his run. His body practically vibrated with happiness. Dean was just coming out of the shower when he stepped through the door. His eyes froze on the sight of Sam's wide chest slick with sweat, he was holding his shirt in his hand. As Dean's eye's rose to meet his brother's he realized that his face was a mask of horror. He started to ask what was wrong, but gasped as he felt a weird tingling sensation at the base of his skull and all of the memories of last night came rushing back.

They were at a bar and Sammy was mad at him.

Sammy was telling him about something weird happening with the stripper that had danced for them.

They were giving someone a ride who... took over their minds... He gulped, and bodies.

They had...

Sam's voice was strained as he said, "We... She..." He couldn't make himself say anything else. He didn't want to say what had happened out loud. He couldn't.

Dean staggered and had to catch himself on the edge of Sam's bed. He flintched as he looked at it and remembered that Princess had made them sit on their individual beds before she decided to talk to each of them away from the other one. He pushed himself away from the bed and his heart was beating wildly as he fought with the horror that he felt and the shame. "Sammy..." His finger's clawed at the air, catching nothing as he began to fall.

"Dean."

The sound of Sam's voice was the last thing Dean heard as he passed out. When he woke up Sam wasn't there. There was dim light coming through the windows and he realized that the sun was setting.

"Dean?"

Dean looked up to find Sam coming through a set of sliding glass doors that he hadn't noticed earlier.

"How are you feeling?"

The memories that he had seen earlier flicked through his mind and he grimaced. His face heated up and he felt sick to his stomach. As much as he wanted to respond, only the horror of what they'd done the previous night wanted to pour from his lips. He was shocked by the warmth that he felt running down his cheeks.

Sam's eyes widened and he hurried over and sat down beside Dean. "Dean, it's ok," he said trying to comfort him.

Dean pushed his hand away and felt his bottom lip tremble. More tears fell as he said, "No, it's not. Sam, we..." His throat seemed to close as he tried to voice the words aloud. "This will never be alright."

Sam gripped him by the shoulder's and shook him. "Snap out of it, man. She did this to us. We didn't do anything wrong."

"Easy for you to say," Dean insisted. "You're not the one who got violated."

"The hell I'm not. If I remember correctly you climbed on top of me naked." He spat the last words out as if they were disgusting and he wanted to get them as far away from him as possible.

Dean turned pale and Sam's eyes widened and he knew what he needed to do. He quickly pulled Dean out of bed and made him walk to the bathroom. As soon as Dean was kneeling in front of the commode he leaned over and retched his stomach out. Sam made a face at the sickening sound of regurgitated food hitting toilet water. When Dean was through Sam flushed the toilet and he helped him get back to his bed.

He searched for the remote and handed it to Dean who acted like he didn't know what to do with it. "Oh my God, Dean." He took the remote from him and flicked the tv on. It was on some cooking channel. He kept searching until he found something with shooting on it.

The man holding the gun was throwing out lines of cursing and other threatening things and Sam figured it would help Dean's mood, so he left it there and handed the remote back to him. "You watch this and I'm going to step out to make a call, ok." He was surprised when Dean responded with a simple ok.

The air was cooler as Sam stepped out on to the terrace and he made a face as a Seagull flew by. He watched it fly away before turning his attention back to the task at hand. His voice came out shaky, much to his dismey, as he said the dreadful name. "Princess," he began. "I know you can hear me."

"I can almost guarantee it. When we find you and we will, we are going to make you pay for what you have done to us." He smiled at the thought. He gasped as the memory of her hovering over him, her lips only millimeters away from his. His lips tingling with the ghost of a kiss.

His fingers curled around the iron railing that secured him from the distance of the terrace and ground as his body responded in the worst way. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut as his pants tightened. Angrily, he squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. How was it possible for his body to respond like this to someone he loathed? He was going to kill her.

The thought of her lying in a pool of her own blood didn't comfort him at all. In fact, it made him panic slightly. He leaned over the terrace bar and leaned his head down on his hands to take in deep calming breaths. That's when he realized how high up he was and his eyes widened. Taking a step back he felt anger explode inside of him. His hands shook and he felt sick to his stomach.

He hadn't been this angry in years and he didn't like it. He jumped when he heard the sliding glass door open behind him. Dean helled out his cellphone. "It's Bobby," he said. "He wants to know what's going on."

His eyes widened and he motioned to the phone. This was his way of saying that he desperately needed Sam to make up something, because he wasn't in the right mind set to do it himself. Sam took the phone and listened to Bobby's voice. "We're fine. We're camped up in some motel just off the Interstate."

"Dean seemed a little off," Bobby said.

Sam's ears pricked up and he quickly calmed himself to sound non-chalant. "He's just tired. He's drove for a day, then we stayed at some run down motel where he drank his weight in alcohol and then he somehow managed to drive for nearly five hours to get us here. He'll be fine once he catches up on his sleep and burns all that alcohol off."

"Well, I haven't heard anything yet, so you guys just stay there and I'll call you when I do. I just wanted to check up on you."

"Yeah, we're fine. Ok. Talk to you later, Bobby."

They hung up and Sam went inside to find Dean staring intently at the tv screen. He was watching another violent movie. As Sam stared at it he noticed that it still had the same guy who'd been holding the gun from earlier, so it was still the same movie. He handed Dean his cell back and went to get another shower. As he began to adjust the water temperature he decided to take a bath instead.

Something made him turn the heat back slightly and he let the bath tub fill up with luke warm water. Usually, he liked his water hot, but this time the luke warm water felt so good on his skin that he sighed and sank down until he was completely submerged. He layed there for a few minutes letting silence wash over him. He felt his muscles relax and the tension faded away. When he came up he was smiling.

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Princess's POV

"Rock that body. Come on, Come on. Rock that body."

Princess smiled as Rock That Body from the Black Eyed Peas thumped in the background. She walked seamlessly through the dance floor and crossed over to the other side where Ian was seated in his throan. He helled his staff on the right side of his throan and with his other hand he stroked the hair of his pet. The pets name escaped Princess's mind. She eyed the bushy red headed thing for a second taking in the freckled face, the green eyes, the skiny body. She was sad looking. Completely unattractive.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't look at my property like it was dirt beneath your feet," Ian said.

She turned to take in his beauty. He had pale, flawless skin, bright blue eyes surrounded by thick black lashes, wide full lips that were defined by the clear gloss that he wore. His eye's were defined in black eye shadow and dark black eye liner. Tonight he wore a black fitted coat over his body. Golden spikes protruded from the right shoulder of it and a chain went from the spikes to disappear somewhere underneath the collar of the other side.

His thick brows always gave him an intensity that she found completly sexy. She allowed her smile to faulter and gave him a serious expression. "If you'd pick more attractive women to serve you I wouldn't have an opinion to state. I'd just adore their beauty the way I do yours."

He turned to look at his pet. "Chughtney, serves her purpose," he said gently jerking on the chain that was connected from his throan to the thick leather collar around her neck. "Don't you?"

She nodded, but remained silent, knowing not to speak out of turn.

Ian let go of her chain and looked back at Princess. "So, what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

"Is it true?" She asked immediately. "Rapsody said that she spoke to you and that the information about the Zephir came from you directly. Is this true?

He smiled and said, "Yes, that Rapsody is like a little bunny. Or, so she appears at first glance. She did ask all the right questions, though. She's very thorough when it comes to taking and delivering messages."

Her eyebrows rose. "Really," she said. "I'm impressed. I think I may need to spend more attention on her."

"She has potential."

"Well, thank you. I just needed to hear it from you."

He nodded.

As she turned to walk away he said that she needed to come visit him when she had free time. She smiled over her shoulder and told him that she fully intended to. The look that they shared was a familiar one and it made each of them grin at the other. She turned and walked away making her way back through the crowd the way she had come.

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Dean's Pov

Dean had been awake for hours. He couldn't stop thinking about the previous night. Vividly, he remembered crawling on top of Sam's naked body and... The thick, wet feeling on his cheeks reminded him of how much he'd cried since Sam had fallen asleep. He couldn't stop the tears that were falling.

He buried his face in his pillow to muffle his sounds. Of all the things he'd been through, even dying and going to hell hadn't caused such a feeling as the one he was feeling deep down in his core. It made him feel sick and weak. How was he going to do anything if he couldn't shake this feeling? What was he going to do?

The words were out of his mouth before he had time to think about them. His voice was thick with tears as he whispered Castiel's name. "I need you now more than ever, man." He sniffed a few times and looked around. The room remained dark, only lit by the flashing of the muted tv. "Cas," he cried as quietly as he could.

"Cas, please. Please help me." Still nothing. "I'm begging you, please..." His words stretched out as he felt more tears fall from his eyes and he had to bury his face in his pillow again to muffle the sounds he made as he cried. The muscles in his arm tightened and he flintched as someone touched him.

He looked up in to the face of Castiel who was looking down on him with a concerned expression. "Dean, are you ok?"

That deep, monotoned voice was so sweet to Dean's ears that more tears poured from his eyes as he reached up and yanked Cas in to a hug. "Oh, thank you for coming," he whispered.

"Dean, what's wrong?" He said rubbing his back lightly.

"We need to talk outside," he told him letting him go and heading for the sliding glass door.

A few minutes later Castiel said, "So, Sam doesn't seem to be affected by this?"

Dean felt frustrated as he tried to explain to Cas that it wasn't that he wasn't affected by it he was just able to handle it better than he could. "It's my brother, Cas. My brother!" The memories of last night kept resurfacing and each time they did it felt like he was there. He could feel Sam's skin beneath his finger tips and he could smell the fresh scent of a shower on him and as he began to grow sweaty.

"Ugh.." Castiel reached out and gripped him under the elbow to steady him as he stumbled back. He led him to one of the two sun chairs and helped him sit down.

"So, this woman, she called herself Princess?"

"Yes, why do you think it's an alias?"

"No, less than that. It's a false name that she used in the moment."

"What does that mean?"

Castiel sat down in the other seat and cleared his throat, which was another surprising human gesture. "It means that she is playing with you. You are her game and she will do and say what ever she wants."

"Who is she?"

He shook his head. "I'm not psychic, Dean. I've just run across people like her and from what you're discribing that is what she's doing. Who ever she is."

Dean ran shaky fingers through his hair. His eyes began to sting as more tears threatened to spill. "Are you going to be able to find out who she is?"

"I will ask around and see what kind of information that I can get on her. Maybe, she's used the name before."

"Ok, so that's a good thing." He was breathing hard from anxiousness. "Cas, thank you so much for coming." He stood up and Cas did the same thing.

"You really need to get some sleep while I go check on this, ok?" Castiel's voice was soothing and Dean nodded. He headed for the door. When he turned to look back Cas was gone. When he crawled in to bed this time he felt a spark of hope.

That was enough comfort for him to be able to close his eyes and attempt to sleep, but it wasn't enough to keep the memories from randomly popping in to his mind. As he layed there he tried to focus on relaxing his body to the point that he knew would allow him to drift off to sleep reguardless of what was on his mind. The last memory that resufaced before Dean fell asleep was the one of Princess pressing her lips to his brow before she left. The shape of lips began to glow a faint green color where she had left her command and it began to spread. Across the room another faint green light could be seen glowing over Sam's brow, which also began to spread.