Dean had been out almost all night, er, morning, and Sam wasn't as worried as he probably should've been. It probably had something to do with the fact that he had no soul and that he didn't really care all that much about his brother anymore. John, on the other hand, was in an all-out panic when he realized that his eldest son hadn't come home. He knew that he shouldn't have let Dean go out to eat alone, but he had whined and pleaded to go by himself for once.

And what kind of father would John be if he didn't let the fledgling experience feeding on his own? A damn bad one by the looks of it; he had been stalking around the nest to occupy himself so that he wouldn't go and search for him. Sam had continuously told his father that Dean was fine, that he liked to take his sweet time picking out whom to eat, and that he'd be back at any minute.

By now Sam was starting to doubt himself. He leaned forward on the couch and rested his elbows on his knees as he watched his father pace.

"Dad, you pacing around isn't going to bring Dean back any faster," Sam pointed out and John glared at him.

"I know that, but pacing stops me from going after him. I know he can take care of himself, but he's always getting in trouble."

Oh man, he had no idea how much trouble Dean was in.

Sam heaved a sigh and pushed himself up. "Dad, relax. I'll just head into town and get him," he offered, shrugging into his jacket.

"No," John snapped, turning sharply on his son, "there are…things out there looking for you. I'm not going to risk that."

"Oh, no, Alpha forbid that you actually let me find my own brother," Sam retorted sarcastically, stepping around the older Vampire to leave.

"You're not going out there; the sun's almost up anyway. We can look for Dean tomorrow."

"Should we not tell Mom about this until the last possible moment then?" Sam asked, "Because I don't think that's a good idea."

"Son, if we told her right now, she'd be out raising Hell to find him."


Dean groaned sleepily and forced his eyes open. Not that he needed to see to know that he was royally fucked once again, except this time he was thoroughly strapped down to a chair.

He blinked a few times to try and correct his blurry vision. He was greeted with Castiel giving him a heated look.

"C'mon, Cas; the last time somebody looked at me like that I got laid," the Vampire drawled giving the Angel a lazy smile.

Castiel's brows knit together in confusion and Dean barked a laugh. "Don't tell me you've never gotten any before?"

"I'm not sure what 'getting any' means," he frowned, still confused. "Ho, man, you're really something, you know that? I can't believe a bunch of virgins managed to kidnap me," he shook his head in disbelief, making the Angel's frown morph into a scowl.

"Well, we virgins are more powerful than your harem of harlots," he deadpanned.

"But you're not, are you?" Dean asked smugly, "Why else would you be grilling me for information about Sam?"

"This isn't about a power play," Castiel retorted, irritated that he was losing his patience so easily. He never lost his patience with anybody else, but there was something about Dean that really got to him.

"Then why waste your time down among us petty peasants? We seem to be threatening you and your buddies up on Mount Olympus in some way, since you're so determined." Castiel looked insulted. "There's a difference between Heaven and Mount Olympus, Dean," he said, like it was obvious.

"No, you're right; they're all Gods over there, right? You're just God's cabana boy; eager to suck his dick if he asked you to." The Angel was on him instantly, kicking Dean's chair over harshly with a growl. The Vampire winced when his arms made more contact with the floor than the chair did. Well, he'd certainly found this feather brained idiot's switch.

"Don't talk about my father that way." "Hey, I know all about Daddy's abusing their authority and "love," Cassie," he laughed from his position on the hard wood, "no need to be all ashamed."

"You don't know anything about Him." "Oh, and I suppose that you do?" The question stung and he was thankful that Dean wouldn't be able to see him cringe.

"Hey, where's Pippy Long Stocking? I'll talk to her, she's reasonable," Dean lifted his head up, trying to see past his knees to look at Cas.

"Who's Pippy Long Stocking?" Castiel asked, finally hauling the chair-occupying Dean back upright.

"Cheh, never mind; where's the foxy redhead? Is she not on torture detail now?"

"Anna was needed elsewhere. That is of no importance to you," Castiel answered, moving to a duffle bag on one of the vacant beds. Grey-green eyes watched curiously as the bag was unzipped and the man retrieved a blood bag from its depths. Oh great, not again. Dean groaned dramatically and let his head loll back.

"Relax; your recent escape attempt has shown Anna and myself that if we let you get too hungry you'll be desperate enough to get out again. Not to mention this place will lose another staff member," the Angel said, dragging up another chair in front of the Vampire and sitting himself down.

Dean eyed him suspiciously, looking from the blood to Cas distrustfully. "You expect me to believe that you're just going to let me eat without any strings attached?" he demanded and his captor sighed, popping off one of the caps securing the bag. He held out the bag expectantly and Dean rolled his eyes.

"My hands are tied on this one, Cassie; I just don't know what to do," he said sarcastically, wriggling around in the chair to prove his point.

A small 'oh' emitted from Castiel and he scooched his chair forward and pressed the mouth of the bag to Dean's own chapped lips. The blood on the cap smeared on Dean's mouth as he drank deeply, the Angel watching the Vampire's Adam's apple bob with each gulp, completely captivated. He'd never actually seen a leech feed before, but he was pretty sure that it shouldn't be this fascinating.

Their hostage made a quiet purring noise in the back of his throat, almost like he was content to just be sitting there drinking. Castiel couldn't help but melt a little at the sound; it was kind of cute, especially coming from somebody as vulgar as Dean.

Whoa, back it up; he actually thought that Dean was cute while he was drinking blood? The Angel shook his head, trying not to derail his concentration.

"Seriously? You have to at least tilt, or squeeze the damn bag so that I can have the rest. I'm not drinking half a body if you get what I'm saying," Dean complained, and Castiel blinked in surprise.

"I'm sorry, what were you talking about?" he asked and the brunette rolled his eyes.

"Work with me here, Castiel; I need you to tilt the bag so I can drain the rest of it without getting too messy," Dean repeated slowly, annoyed that he didn't listen the first time.

Castiel wasn't paying attention anymore; he was too busy watching a thin trail of blood slither down from the corner of the Vampire's lips. He swallowed with some difficulty before remembering what Dean had said earlier and tilted the bag up more.

Why was he getting so distracted around Dean? He was no more interesting than a sack of rocks, and even by Castiel's standards that was boring. Maybe it was how infuriating the creature was, or his uncaring way of speaking? Honestly, he wasn't sure that Dean had a filter at all.

"Cas," Dean huffed, "Cas, I'm done. Cas. Castiel are you even up in that head of yours?"

"What?"

"I said I'm done, you're getting blood all over my face," he replied, licking his lips when the Angel took the empty bag away. "You're going to have to clean this mess up, seeing as I can't."

God must have been punishing him for some obscure wrong doing that he didn't know about; He just had to be! Dean frowned at the sound of Castiel's heart speeding up.

"Dude, you okay? Your heart's kinda doing its best race horse impression," he said, tapping his feet on the floor in a gallop-like rhythm. As if the Angel needed an example of what his own heart was acting like.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I was just thinking." Dean grinned cheekily. "Thinking about how handsome I am, and how lucky you are to touch this pure paragon of a man? I've been told I have perfect skin."

"Why is everything a joke to you?" Castiel asked, getting up from the chair and tossing the empty blood bag into the garbage.

"That's easy; because it's funny that it pisses you off," the Vampire replied like it was his favorite past time. Which it really was going to become his favorite past time faster than the American's accepted Baseball as theirs. Besides, it's not like he had anything else to do; he wasn't one to not make the most of a situation.

"I don't think you want to be…'pissing off' an Angel, Dean," he warned.

Dean shrugged like it didn't matter. "Not like you're going to kill me; I'm the only one who knows where Sammy is, and I'm still not going to tell you that no matter what torture I go through." His keen eyes watched Castiel wander into the bathroom with a hint of confusion.

"Do Vampires need anything special to clean their skin?" Castiel's voice drifted through the door way and Dean could hear cabinets being opened and a faucet turning on. "No, you idiot. We're not like skinwalkers who can't deal with the slightest touch of silver. I have human skin, sort of."

"I was merely asking," the brunette grumbled, stalking back into the room with a wet rag in his hand.

"You know, for somebody who knows it all, you know next to nothing about we commoners," the younger of the pair remarked. "Didn't bother to do a little research about us?"

"Sometimes the best way to learn is out on the field," Castiel murmured, grasping Dean's chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"There's going to be a lot of trial and error for you, big boy," Dean grinned, "because I'm going to give you a run for your money."

"Just be quiet and hold still," Castiel ordered, sounding tired but the Vampire knew better than that. Just because he was tied to a chair didn't mean that he wasn't going to call some shots of his own; free will and all that.

For an Angel, his hands were oddly rough against his jaw and by this point he welcomed any gentle touch from the abusive ass. Not that he'd ever admit that aloud. The warm rag firmly rubbed at his stubble-d cheeks, watering the blood down to pink stains. It was a little embarrassing because it made him look like he was blushing. And he wasn't; Dean was never one to blush.

While Castiel worked he tried to distract himself from how red Dean's lips had gotten after he'd eaten; like a new life had flowed into them. It wasn't a vibrant, girly lipstick red either. It was a natural, healthy, live person red. Vampires didn't get any closer to humanity than that.

The fledgling was right; his skin was nice, unmarked by anything, even the weather. He couldn't help but wonder if the rest of his body was untainted… Dean loudly cleared his throat, jolting Castiel from his thoughts. "Cas, you gotta stop looking at me like you want to eat me. That's my job," he turned his head away from the rag. "I've been trying to tell you that I'm clean enough now. Stop checking out of Hotel Mind-shack up there and pay more attention."

"Hotel Mind-shack?" he repeated, leaning away from the Vampire with a frown.

"You know, it would just take too long for me to explain all of my phrases to you. When I get out of here again, and I will, I'll be sure to write a special dictionary of them, just for you," Dean replied sardonically.

"Well, excuse me for not wanting to waste my time to immerse myself within your pathetic culture," Castiel bit back.

Before the Angel knew what was happening, he was on his back, the chair digging in painfully as the angry fledgling (suddenly freed) straddled him. Dean grabbed him tightly by his forearms and growled low in his throat.

"Have you guys always been arrogant dick-bags or did He just plant it into you naturally?" he snarled. Insulting his culture indirectly insulted his race and his family. Nobody insults family, and especially not a fucking Angel.

Castiel actually struggled under Dean's death grip when an eerie grin suddenly spread across the kid's face.

"You know," he said conversationally, "I don't think I've ever had Angel blood before. It'll be such a nice treat since I had my dinner."

Dean bent over Castiel and nuzzled his nose along the Angel's jaw line. There was still something about him that really reeked of nasty, but it had an undercurrent of something sweet. That had to be his blood. He could feel the older being tense when the Vampire's lips brushed against his neck so lightly it was almost like a whisper. How was he going to just let himself become a leech's dessert?

He was frantically trying to formulate a plan when Dean let out a gasp of pain and threw himself back, and away from Castiel, huddled by the nightstand between the beds. Surprise and agony were at war on his face like he couldn't decide which one he felt the strongest.

Castiel pushed himself forward onto his knees, concerned blue eyes trying to see what damage there was on the fledgling. He was absolutely confused when he found none. Well, physical anyway.

"Come my Children, come to Mother. She is here to protect you. Kill anybody who is keeping you from me, my Babies. Mother is waiting…" the sweet voice rang in Dean's head and he was struggling to disobey the order. He didn't know who this "Mother" person was, and more importantly he didn't just go around taking orders from people inside his head other than himself. Like he was going to change that now?

"What? I…I don't understand. Who or what is a 'Mother'?" the younger male asked, staring up at the ceiling. "I've already got a mom, y'know? She kinda gave birth to me and all that."

"Foolish boy. I am what created you, and all of your little friends. Even what you seem to call "Daddy Vamp." He is one of my First Borns," the voice explained and a shiver shot down Dean's spine. Sweet mother of Mary, was he really talking to the leader of Purgatory right now?

That didn't mean he was going to roll over and play nice. As far as he was concerned, she had every bit to deal with the problem that he was in, and he wanted answers.

"All will be answered when you come to me," she said, and the Vampire felt her pull away from his mind, leaving him alone with Castiel again.

Castiel grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and hauled him up. "You talked to the Mother of All? What did she say to you? Can you tell me where she is?" Jeez, so many questions at once, and he wasn't sure if he could answer a few of them.

Vibrant green eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?" he countered, "Want to kill her too? But, not, of course, after you kill me, right? Isn't that what this is all about here?"

With a frustrated growl, the Angel threw Dean onto the bed and he landed in a heap. "We're not going to kill you, idiot," he snapped.

"I'm not going to tell you where she is, either," Dean shot back, scrambling into a sitting position on the bed. Hell, he wasn't even sure he knew where she was, but he wasn't going to let Castiel know that.

"Getting information from you is like pulling teeth, Dean." Dean flashed his sharp, secondary teeth at the Angel. "Then this should be a hell of a lot of fun for me."


"Jeez, what happened here?" Anna demanded, giving Castiel a 'don't bullshit me' look.

Dried and drying blood stained a whole corner of the room surrounding the blood sopping bed that Dean was tied down too. He was more passed out than asleep, the sun had come up after all, and the Angel had spent those grueling hours trying to torture information out of him. And he couldn't heal fast enough because of the dead man's blood, so that left his wounds to leak and burn and soil his once clean clothes.

"I was trying to get answers," Castiel replied simply, using the rag he had cleaned Dean with earlier that night to wipe the blood off his hands.

"That doesn't mean you lose your temper when he doesn't give in and almost kill him!" Anna countered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Castiel."

The male Angel sighed heavily. Explanations. He never was all that great with explanations, so he tried as best as he could to tell what happened, leaving out the more personal parts, and not going into detail with the torturing methods he used on the fledgling.

"So, the Mother has been set free from Purgatory? What did she say to Dean?" the redhead asked.

"That's what I've been trying to get out of him! And when he doesn't answer that, I try to ask about where Sam is; that doesn't work either!" Anna had never seen Castiel so frustrated before. She grabbed his shoulders and studied him for a moment.

"Maybe you should go and clear your head for a while, Cas. Tonight, you should just let me handle him," she suggested.

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "but the minute something goes wrong summon me right away. We can't take any chances."

Normally this would have been the part where she said she could take care of herself, but the look on her brother's face told her not to. He was angry enough as it was, and there was no sense in making yourself a target of it.

When Castiel disappeared, Anna turned to Dean's prone form on the bed. For a guy losing a lot of blood his breathing was steady and peaceful, not a care in the world. He would try to move around to get more comfortable, but stopped when he couldn't go anywhere. Being tied to a bed would do that to you.

"You should just give up and tell us where Sam is, Dean. It'll get a lot worse from here on in if you don't."


Note: Well, it's nice for Cas and Dean to get in some good bonding time, but must it all end in violence? Sadly, I have too much fun making them argue, so yes, for a few more chapters they will argue. Not to worry, there will be more feels from Cas towards Dean and eventually Dean will have a few towards Cas. I hope you enjoyed this new installment.