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Is this an update? Yes it is! I finally sat down and finished writing the third chapter for this.


A few days went by before Dean finally found something resembling a case. The one request that he made was that they call Castiel before going and Sam couldn't help but wonder why.

"I haven't even seen him since you got back," Sam said. "He's not, you know, too busy?"

"Yeah, he's probably doing heavenly, divine…stuff. It was all he'd talk about when we were stuck in Purgatory. So boring. It'll do him some good to, you know, learn how to hunt with us sometimes. Get the old team back together," Dean said while putting on his watch.

"Okay so what're we looking at this time?" Sam asked while tying his bootlace.

Leaning over the printout, Dean read aloud, "Four women in the general area of Moore, Oklahoma have all been killed in the last two weeks."

"Doesn't seem that weird."

Dean shoved the paper away and stood up. He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. "They're being set on fire in empty apartments."

Before Sam could comment, Castiel finally appeared in the room in a flutter of furious wing beats looking the same as ever, right down to the tan trench coat.

"Hello, Sam," he said, just the same as always. The angel's eyes then drifted over to Dean and almost stiltedly he said in a strangely deeper than usual monotone, "Hello."

"So," Dean said, clapping his hands and grabbing his duffel, "ready to go?" He stood by Castiel and looked down at the angel beside him who had raised his hand to Dean's shoulder.

"Wait, aren't we taking the Impala?" Sam asked, confused. It wasn't like Dean to leave the car behind at all.

"I will transport all of us there. The car too," Castiel said, removing his other hand from his pocket.

"See," Dean said, smiling a little too widely, "easy. No long car ride to annoy you."

"Dean, you love driving," Sam pointed out.

"Sam, let me explain something to you," Dean said, walking to his brother and putting his hands on his shoulders, gripping them tightly, "I just spent months running around in purgatory and trying not to die. Now, if there is a way for us to get somewhere and fast then I am going to take it. Capiche?"

Sam frowned but accepted the explanation. He wasn't in purgatory. Didn't have to run for his life or anything. It made sense.


Once they'd arrived on an empty road about twenty minutes from a motel, they drove the rest of the way in quiet. Dean hadn't even turned on the radio and Sam didn't pressure him to do so.

"Why don't you get the room for us," Dean said once they'd parked in the vacant motel lot.

"Okay," Sam said and walked to the main office.

After he'd filled out the necessary paperwork, he came back outside to find Dean putting his flask back into his pocket and Castiel wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Which room?" Dean asked moving towards the trunk.

Sam continued staring at Castiel who most definitely was not staring back at him. The angel's eyes seemed to be faraway like he was seeing something far in the distance.

"Sam, which room?"

Sam looked down at the angel's wrist to see a blotch of red staining the white dress shirt –

"Sam!"

"What?" Sam asked, meeting eye to eye with his brother.

Dean smirked as if to prove everything was okay. "Which room are we in?"

Sam looked at the key in his hand and on the key chain was a handwritten number 13. "Room 13."

"Thirteen, my lucky number." Dean grabbed the key from his hand and went into the room.

Sam walked in just as Dean was throwing his duffel onto his chosen bed and then throwing himself onto it as well. "Dean, shouldn't we start working the case - research?"

"Right, you go do that," Dean said as he got comfortable. "I need to catch a few hours and -"

"Where'd Cas go?"

"What?"

Sam looked around the room and Castiel had already vanished before he had the chance to ask what he knew about this case. "Isn't Cas working the case with us?"

Dean laughed. "Of course. Dude's an angel. He's probably out looking for clues."

Dean continued to smile and Sam felt like he should be more worried than he felt.

"You want a drink?" Dean asked, taking out the flask, "You look like you need one."

"What?" Sam asked distractedly before shaking his head, "No. I'll be at the police station."

"Call me if you find anything," Dean said before dropping his head to the pillow again, shutting his eyes.

Quickly Sam changed into his best and only FBI suit and got into the Impala to search the city for the local police station.


"Cas," Dean said to the ceiling, "you can come back now. He's gone."

Dean leaned his head against the headboard and shut his eyes before hearing the telltale sound of wings by his side. The bed suddenly sunk down slightly and he turned and looked to see Castiel lying on his side beside him, his head propped up by his hand. Dean shifted himself to mirror his turned angel before running his free hand against said angel's face.

"You are so beautiful," he said and really meant it.

In the time since Sam and Dean had their little conversation, Castiel had changed from his "normal clothes" into something else. Instead of the suit and trench coat combo, now he was wearing a tight black V-neck long sleeved shirt with dark, snug jeans and strangely no shoes or socks, but just his bare feet which was something he was used to during their time in purgatory.

Castiel closed his eyes and sighed contentedly before saying, "Everything is coming together, Dean."

"Good," the former human said before pulling Castiel forward and kissing him.

Castiel reached out and pulled Dean's head closer to his, deepening the kiss.

"And…have I earned my reward?" the angel asked shyly.

"More than enough," Dean said.

He turned and grabbed his knife from the bedside table and both of them sat up, sitting cross legged on the bed. Dean ran the sharp end over his palm and once the blood welled up, turned it over to Castiel. Cas took the hand into both of his and, like a cat, lapped at the blood and allowed its chill to wash over him once again.

"Do you believe that if we ceased doing these activities, I would revert back to my former self?" Castiel asked once he was finished.

"No because I wouldn't allow it," Dean said willing his wound to heal.

Castiel made a pleased sounding noise before Dean reached out with his other hand to bring Castiel closer to him and he gave him a kiss on the top of the head. Once they broke apart, Castiel tentatively brought his hands to the hem of Dean's shirt. They locked eyes and Dean could practically feel the unbridled need oozing off the angel in waves so he allowed his shirt to be removed. Castiel did it quickly and threw the shirt aside. The angel then ran a gentle hand against Dean's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath his fingertips. Dean took Castiel by the wrist and placed the fingertips against his lips, kissing them gently.

They always started off their times together like that – slow and sensual. Dean liked to take care of Castiel because the angel was the only one he could truly trust when they were trapped in that awful place between worlds.

He'd then molded him in his image as a reward and was more than pleased with the results.


Sam got back into the Impala and waited a minute before starting the car. His mind went back over the information he'd gained and something was just terribly...wrong.

Four girls were alone in their homes and suddenly fires would break out. Their names had been Jennifer, Elizabeth, Sarah and most recently Susan. None of the girls had any connections. What was the pattern? There was no doubt in Sam's mind that it was probably demons; this was seriously their mo. Unless it was some god or something else gathering sacrifices? Maybe Dean or Cas would have another idea.

Sam grabbed his cell and dialed his brother's number but it went right to voicemail.

"Dean, it's me. I'm on my way back. I'll bring lunch and we'll hash out what's going on. I dunno man, I think its demons or something. Later."

It wasn't like Dean to not answer. Maybe he was on the can.


Dean listened to the message playback.

"Well, I can say your brother is smart but we always knew that," Castiel commented from his place by Dean's side.

"It is demons. That's for sure," Dean said with a smirk.

Both men stood from the disheveled bed and watched each other as they put their clothes back on. Well, their pants at least.

"So," Dean asked, "do you have another girl all picked out?"

Castiel nodded. "I will be paying Irene a visit in a short while."

"Maybe my brother isn't that smart," Dean said. "I mean, he hasn't even noticed the pattern yet."

Castiel brushed his lips over Dean's and looked deeply into his blackened soul. "Irene and then Christina and then Amanda. Put the names together and they all spell out -"

"Jessica. Moore Oklahoma. Demons setting fire to girls whose names spell out Jessica," Dean said. "It's kinda genius."

"It was our little idea. Our 'pet project.'"

"Dude, you're getting better with those air quotes all the time."

Castiel smiled, pleased that he'd done right and kissed Dean once more before slowly pulling away. "Call for me when you need me. Anytime you need me."

Dean responded by licking his lips slowly and smirking. "See you later, Cas."

The angel bowed down his head to Dean and vanished.

Dean grabbed his shirt and put it back on before picking up his cell and dialing back Sam. "Hey Sam, got your message. Yeah, a burger would be great…."


This is so different than the other stories I'm working on. I love writing evil Dean and Castiel. Okay, I promise I won't make you guys wait so long for another chapter. Thanks very much for reading and let me know what you thought.