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Bitten
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The pair of horses pulled the nomadic wagon along a well-traveled path, heading west. At the rate thye were going, it would be early dusk by the time they reached the next town. In the driver's seat sat Sam, Gabriel right next to him and waving his arms about as he spoke excitedly.

Sam was feeling edgy. He hadn't had a chance to speak to his brother about his little discovery. Between Gabriel and Castiel, he just couldn't find the time to get Dean alone. Dean had approached him shortly after they had eaten, but promised to talk later as Castiel came up, holding what appeared to be a doctor's bag and wanting to take a look at Dean's arm.

Presently, Sam was listening to Gabriel prattle on about an idea he had for a machine that would detect various monsters—something about adding it to the green jewel that decorated Dean's left wrist. He nodded along, masking how disturbed he felt over the fact that he could easily follow the Maddy's thought process, despite the leaps from one subject to another and back.

A loud shout came from inside the wagon, and Sam turned to look over his shoulder. He opened the small, sliding door and peered inside. 'Everything alright in there?' he asked.

Dean glared back at Sam as he lifted what was left of his arm. 'What do you think?' he growled.

Sam grimaced, and his stomach turned at the sight of the bare bone sticking out from the stitched up stump. There were small, concave, metal circles dotting Dean's bicep. One of them was partially hanging out and dripping with blood and puss. Instantly, his mind supplied that the metal circles were the ports that allowed Dean to control the arm. They were a lot more sophisticated than anything he had seen before.

He watched, fascinated and disgusted as Castiel reached up and twisted the port, pulling it free from Dean's arm, causing Dean to grunt in discomfort.

Castiel examined the screw-like device and sighed. 'This seems to be the only one,' he said as he set it in a small bowl of clear liquid. He pulled out a slim, metal tool and poked it into the hole where the port had been. He muttered an apology as Dean's fist slammed against the wagon's wall. He pulled it out and held it up to the light streaming in through the open windows.

'Well?' Dean prompted. 'Is it fixed?'

'Not until I replace the port,' Castiel replied. 'I need to flush out the main connector, first. It won't be pleasant, but I need to get the blood out of there.'

'Can't you give him an anesthetic?' Sam asked.

'Only if Cas puts him under,' Gabriel replied. 'Those are false nerves. Pressure, temperature… Pain if you jab the inner port.'

Sam nodded. 'You can't numb a limb that isn't there…'

'And how often is this gonna be a problem?' Dean asked, drawing back Castiel's attention.

Castiel shook his head. 'Very rarely. It's only a problem now because you're still healing,' he explained. 'We could leave the arm off and let you heal completely, but leaving it on helps with your adjustment and rehabilitation.'

Dean sighed as he stared at his stump. He quickly looked away as his eyes fell onto the exposed bone. 'God, why did you have to leave the bone sticking out?' he mumbled.

Castiel gently ran his fingertips over the etched lettering, smiling to himself. 'Because it's beautiful,' he quietly replied. He turned and pulled a syringe and bottle from his bag and filled the syringe. He caught Dean's eye as he let Leviathan take over and raised the syringe. 'Since this is going to hurt…would you like me to uh…distract you?'

Dean quickly glanced at Sam's frowning face. He still hadn't had a chance to speak with him about the familiar sound of the Novak name, nor about Castiel's…issue. 'Well, uh…'

Sam shook his head and turned his attention back to the road ahead of him, closing the small, wooden door.

Dean let out a breath and winced as the needle was inserted into the empty port on his arm. 'Hey, that's not so bad,' he said, relieved.

'Not yet,' Leviathan assured him as he positioned himself onto Dean's lap. 'Try not to move your arm, but feel free to bite me,' he said as he shifted his hold of the syringe. With his other hand, he stroked Dean's hair as he leaned in and began teasing Dean's lower lip.

'Bite you? What, are you into vamps or something?' Dean asked before lightly nipping at Leviathan's lips.

'Possibly,' Leviathan admitted. 'They have a certain…mmm intensity you don't normally find in humans. When done right, a bite from a vampire can be quite pleasurable.'

Dean nodded in agreement, remembering his own experiences with a vampire. 'Yeah… Well, I was a vampire once.'

'I know.' Leviathan grinned widely before plunging forward and devouring Dean's mouth with a deep, sensual kiss. The moment Dean began moaning, Leviathan began pushing the syringe plunger down, injecting the liquid into the open port.

Dean pulled away quickly, banging the back of his head against the wall. 'Shit,' he hissed. He dug his fingers into Leviathan's hip as he groaned in pain. Through the pain, he could feel small kisses being left along his jaw and down his neck. He gasped as a wet tongue ran over his right collar bone—just above the light scar that had been left by a vampire he had grown a little too familiar with. He wasn't expecting the jolt of lust and need he felt as Leviathan sucked at the area in an imitation of vampire's love bite.

The pain eased away, and Dean was left moaning quietly beneath Leviathan. He wrapped his fingers around Leviathan's slim tie and tugged him up, claiming his mouth with a dominating kiss. He growled in annoyance as he remembered that he only had one hand. He released his hold of the tie and wrapped his arm around Leviathan, holding him close as he rolled his hips upward.

Leviathan dragged his nails along Dean's back, moaning happily as Dean held him possessively. He arched his back while Dean's mouth traveled down, kissing, licking, and nipping until it settled over the base of his neck, just to the left. Teeth lightly grazed his skin, and he opened his mouth in a silent cry as his skin was pierced. He blinked in confusion and drew back when Dean made no further move. Castiel took over to deal with the inevitable aftermath of their little session.

'Dean? Dean, are you all right?' Castiel asked, pulling away in confusion. He found Dean staring at his chest, his lip stained with the barest amount of blood. He gently tilted up Dean's chin as he looked at him with concern. 'Dean?'

'I-I…' Dean's eyes were wide in shock. He could taste Castiel's blood on his tongue, and it both disgusted him and elated him. 'S-sorry,' he stuttered. 'I don't know…I don't know what happened.'

'No, it's fine,' Castiel assured him. 'It's just a remnant from your time as a vampire.'

Dean's breath caught, and he stiffened.

'No, no, no!' Castiel quickly said, cupping Dean's cheeks. 'You're not reverting. That's impossible. You're cured for life. You can no longer be infected. You just retain a very minimal amount of vampiric blood and instinct. You…you must have noticed that you've had a little more bloodlust than before you were turned?'

Dean raised his eyes to meet Castiel's. 'Yeah, but… I never bit anyone!'

'Oh, um… I highly doubt they were uh…aiming for you to uh…bite them,' Castiel said, blushing as his eyes darted back and forth.

Dean raised his brows as he stared at the Maddy sitting on his lap. 'You made me bite you?' he asked in disbelief.

'More like…encouraged it,' Castiel quietly admitted. He tugged at his collar and pulled it aside, revealing near-invisible scars decorating his clavicle. 'Gabriel says I have a problem…'

'You're a vamp donor?!'

Castiel shook his head as he moved to sit next to Dean. 'It's too much of a risk. The Darkness has a distinct taste to vampires. And, unfortunately, vampires are just as willing to turn in a Maddy as anyone else. After they've had their fill, of course.'

'Find that out the hard way, huh?' Dean said as he slouched forward. He lifted his stump and examined the empty port. It looked a lot cleaner than before.

'Gabriel designed a serum to mask the taste,' Castiel replied. 'He makes it once a year for my birthday.'

'Wouldn't do much good… What with the freaky veins you got goin',' Dean said, gesturing to his neck.

'Leviathan watches from the sidelines,' Castiel explained. 'He's not happy about it, but we keep safe. Leviathan is impulsive, and he's been quite intrigued ever since we found the scarring and checked your blood. Does this… Is this too…odd for you?'

'No, I get it,' Dean said, shaking his head. 'And you can't just walk into a blood bar and get hooked up with a vamp.' He winced as Castiel lifted his stump and began twisting in the main port. It was nowhere near as painful as when it had been removed, but it still throbbed with every twist.

'So… This can become a regular occurrence?' Castiel asked as he picked up the harness for the prosthetic arm. He helped place it around Dean's chest and secured the buckle.

Dean rolled his shoulders as Castiel began attaching the prosthetic. He didn't think he would ever get used to the sensation of the connectors lining up. It felt like his arm was tingling, itching, and compressed. Castiel's fingers lingered on his skin after attaching the arm to the harness.

He reached up with his right hand and lifted Castiel's chin. 'Don't think I've had the pleasure of kissing you yet,' he said quietly, grinning at Castiel's light blush.

'Y-yes, you have. By the creek,' Castiel reminded him.

'That was just a peck. I mean really kiss you,' Dean said before he leaned in and began kissing the mad scientist.

Whereas Leviathan was quick, passionate, and a tad bit greedy with his kisses, Castiel was the complete opposite. Castiel's kisses were slow and careful. He took his time in exploring Dean's mouth, his tongue gently caressing against Dean's, savoring the taste and feel.

Dean's hand traveled down Castiel's neck and over his chest and stomach. He reached the edge of Castiel's trousers, but was forced to stop when a hand clamped tightly around his wrist. He paused and pulled far enough away to give Castiel a confused look, only to meet Leviathan's pouting glare.

'I get you first,' Leviathan insisted. 'He gets everyone else. I deserve to have someone first for once!'

Dean smirked as he tugged Leviathan forward, earning a sharp gasp. 'Work's for me,' Dean growled as he pulled Leviathan to the back end of the wagon, next to a haphazard pile of blankets.

Leviathan breathed in deeply as he lay back against the blankets. His heart beat with excitement and trepidation. He had never gotten the chance to be around for foreplay—all of his and Castiel's previous partners had been scared off by the revelation that they were essentially sleeping with two people. Being greeted by a second entity in the middle of sex did not help the libido and never earned an encore performance—even when his partner was warned ahead of time.

He watched silently as Dean knelt and began unbuttoning his vest for him. Should he be helping? Should he do something with his hands? What was he supposed to do? Castiel gently prodded him into touching Dean's shoulders, suggesting exploration. 'Touch him. Map out his muscles. You were doing just fine, earlier. Just keep going with it. Let him know you want him,' Castiel's quietly suggested. 'You needn't be quiet. Let him know what he's doing feels good.'

'But they'll hear,' Leviathan whispered, glancing up at the small panel on the other side of the wagon.

'Then be quiet,' Dean replied.

'I wasn't talking to…' Leviathan trailed off, giving Dean the best apologetic smile he could muster. It wasn't very convincing.

'What's wrong?' Dean asked with a sigh as he sat back on his heels.

Leviathan shook his head and tugged at Dean's wrist. 'Nothing! I'm fine,' he assured harshly. Dean gave him a doubtful look, and he gave in. 'Castiel is giving me…pointers,' he reluctantly admitted.

Dean stared at Leviathan in silence for a few moments. 'You've never had sex?'

Leviathan sat up, crossing his arms as he glared at Dean. 'I've had plenty of sex. I just…always come late to the party,' he said grudgingly.

'Fashionably late, I'm sure,' Dean said as he leaned forward, pushing Leviathan back. 'So is it just gonna be you 'n' me, or is Cas gonna cut in at some point.'

Leviathan's eyes drifted to the left as he tilted his head. 'Just me,' he eventually replied. 'He gets you next time. After, it will be interchangeable.'

'Nice to know you're willing to share,' Dean said offhandedly as he went back to removing Leviathan's vest and started undoing the belt.

Leviathan sneered as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair. 'I don't have a choice in the matter,' he said. 'He's the dominant personality. He…humors me, I believe.'

Dean pulled the belt free and looked up to meet Leviathan's eyes. 'I thought it was an even split.'

'Ask him later,' Leviathan whined. He reached down and tucked his fingers into Dean's pants. 'We split, and he was the first conscious side, all right? Does that help? Keep going! I've been good! I've been patient!'

Dean laughed softly as he undid Leviathan's pants and slowly pulled them down. He grinned as his head dipped down, and he licked and nipped at Leviathan's stomach and hips, careful to avoid touching the growing erection.

Leviathan arched his back and groaned softly. Hands and lips were touching him everywhere. Everywhere but where he desperately wanted to be touched. He reached down to guide Dean's head, but soon found his wrists trapped by his sides. He moaned needily as Dean loomed over him. 'You're doing it wrong,' he whined between gasps.

'I'm doing it how I like to do it,' Dean said gruffly as he knelt over Leviathan. 'Shoulda warned ya'… I like to tease.' He leaned down and ghosted his tongue over Leviathan's lips before pulling just out of his captive's reach. He leaned back in to kiss and bite at Leviathan's chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, enjoying the soft moans and pleads for more.

Leviathan squirmed and tried to press up into Dean for more contact, but to no avail. He gasped desperately as lips pressed gently along his hip bones, trailing a line of tender, loving kisses. A giddiness overtook him as he felt Castiel's jealousy of the treatment. Despite the teasing, despite being trapped by strong hands and unable to coax Dean's journey, this was the highest he had ever felt with another.

He let out a broken cry as Dean's mouth finally closed around his cock. His wrists were released in favor of trapping his hips in place. He clutched the fabric surrounding him, groaning as quietly as he could—he didn't want the sweet torture to end by screaming so loudly as to draw the attention of the two men driving the wagon.

Just as quick as the onslaught had begun, it ended, and he was left alone on the blankets. He blinked blearily in confusion as he looked up. Dean's back was turned to him, and he was searching feverishly through a small box. 'D-dean? Why did you…?' He licked his lips as Dean turned back to face him, a phial of oil in his hand and a hungry grin on his face. 'Oh!' He spread his legs obligingly as Dean knelt between them and set back to kissing his inner thigh.

Leviathan lost track of time as nimble fingers slowly stroked him from within. He would come so close to the edge, but Dean would constantly back off, giving him a moment's rest—just enough to drag him back, writhing and begging for the teasing to stop and continue… He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. At least, not until Dean's hard member pressed against him, torturously slow as it entered him.

He dug his nails into Dean's shoulders as teeth reopened the small wound on his collar. He moved in time, meeting Dean thrust for thrust, moan for moan. He cried out loudly as he found his release, spilling his seed between them and soiling his shirt. He gasped and moaned happily (greedy and high on the ecstasy of having a lover all to himself) as Dean rode him to his own release.

Dean kissed Leviathan, his tongue tracing every small crevice and curve of Leviathan's teeth. He bit down on Leviathan's lower lip as he climaxed deep within the warmth of the body beneath him. He panted as his movements slowed, earning the occasional exhausted whine drifting through the air. He stared down at Leviathan and felt the lust rise again within him as he noticed the bloodied lip he had caused. He groaned lowly as a pink tongue darted out and lapped at gathered blood. Instinct drove him forward as he reclaimed Leviathan's lips, chasing the red liquid—he didn't desire it, didn't need it, but he had to have it. He had to have this one claim over the man in his arms.

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'You seem pretty unperturbed by this turn of events,' Gabriel said, looking up at Sam as they wandered along an old trapper's path. 'You know it's gonna reek of sex, right?'

Sam shrugged nonchalantly. 'Wouldn't be the first time,' he replied.

Gabriel pulled up short, staring at Sam's back as the taller man continued along the path. 'I slept in Dean's love den?!'

Sam grimaced and glanced over his shoulder at Gabriel, a light blush tinting his cheeks and ears. 'Actually…if it's anyone's…er "love den," it's mine,' he said hesitantly.

Gabriel's mouth dropped open before snapping shut. 'Oh! So, uh… Will I be invited to join you in your wagon of ill repute anytime soon?' he asked, jogging a few steps to Sam's side.

Sam gave him a lopsided smile before he started walking again.

Gabriel groaned miserably as he trudged after Sam. Was his eagerness scaring the other man off? He didn't think that was the case. So, what was it? Why was Sam so hesitant to bed him? It was probably because he was a Maddy.

Hunters moved fast with their relationships. They never knew if they would see tomorrow, so they lived in the here and now. Other than the occasional travelling merchant or monster, hunters were a guaranteed night of passion with little or no regret.

At this rate, he was never going to get laid. He hoped the town they were heading towards had some talented girls in its saloon. He cringed as a pleasured cry echoed through the air. Talented or not, he would make Castiel pay for the girls—even if they did share their money. It was the principle of the thing.

'Sounds like Chompy got what he wanted,' he said to himself.

'Who?'

Gabriel's eyes shot up, not expecting to find Sam so close to him. 'Er… Cas… Sorta. It's complicated,' he replied. How could he explain what was wrong with his brother without making the hunter want to ditch them in the wilderness, or worse…a jailhouse?

Sam frowned as he searched Gabriel's eyes. He was met with apprehension and a fierce protectiveness. He sighed as he shifted his weight and placed a hand on Gabriel's shoulder. 'C'mon, Gabriel. Just tell me. I won't do anything to hurt either of you. I promise.'

Gabriel looked at Sam's hand on his shoulder and back up. 'Azazel did something to him,' he said quietly. 'Split his mind… It's him and Chompy, now. Cas is usually in control, but when he's tired or emotional, the other one takes control.'

'Chompy?' Sam made an incredulous face at the name. 'Why…'

'Oh! Don't call him that. He calls himself "Leviathan." I call him Chompy 'cuz the little shit fucking bit me the first few times we got into an argument,' Gabriel explained. He rolled up his right sleeve to reveal a faded scar of a sparsely dotted circle. 'Lucky for me, Cas was losing baby teeth left and right.'

Sam grabbed Gabriel's arm and leaned down for a closer look. 'Jesus, Gabe…' He looked up the small trail towards where the wagon and horses were, worry evident on his face. He was about to head up the path, but Gabriel held his sleeve tightly.

'He's…fine, now. Just looking for a cure. It's why we're following Azazel,' Gabriel quietly admitted. 'The uh…vaccine, if you will.'

'Was he…injected with something?' Sam asked, apprehension rising within him. What if Castiel had been submitted to the same tortures he had endured under Azazel's hand? How would such a thing affect a Maddy?

'Probably,' Gabriel replied with an uncertain shrug. 'I don't know exactly what happened. Just that…when Azazel was done with him…he… I found him in a pile of trash,' he whispered, his voice shaking from the memory. 'There was blood everywhere…and limbs and entrails…he…he was discarded like an old sack! Left out with the garbage to rot under Azazel's other failed experiments. God, he…he was never the same.'

'Was he one of Azazel's…special children?' Sam asked. He knew there had been others. Knew there were other survivors, but he had yet to meet any.

'Uh…' Gabriel shifted uncomfortably under Sam's gaze. 'M-more like a uh…a prelude. After I took him home, he woke up the next day, but didn't speak for a whole month. It was like he just wasn't in there. And when…when he finally did speak…'

He cast his eyes downward and hugged himself. 'He was a shadow of who my brother used to be. There was no playfulness, no wonder, no…nothing. He never got upset. Never felt like he needed to take things apart like he used to.'

'As if…the Madness was…gone?' Sam asked. It would make sense. If Azazel had experimented in giving the Madness to normal children, then why wouldn't he try to remove it from a child that already had it?

Gabriel rubbed his neck as he looked up at the sky. 'Well… I guess so,' he relented. 'He just wasn't interested in seeing how things worked. He seemed lost. And then…for a few months, I would always find him staring at his reflection. Shoulda known something was up,' he said, shaking his head. 'He cut himself on a broken glass, and then… He just…he just started convulsing on the floor, and the next thing I knew… It was no longer Cas, but…Leviathan. Everything that was missing from Cas was in Leviathan.'

'So you're looking for a way to fuse his mind back together,' Sam said.

Gabriel sighed as he shifted his gaze to Sam. 'I guess. But…I think he's better off like this. It was a lot harder for us to hide before the split, but, now, Cas is sane enough to pass for normal,' he said uncomfortably. He had never admitted it aloud before, and getting the confession off his chest made him feel a little more at ease. 'Don't get me wrong. Chompy still needs looking after, but Cas can control him for the most part. They've sort of…equalized over the years. Cas has his old interests back, and Chompy's settled down into more of a deviant. Best way to describe it: Cas is the Madness, and Chompy is the Darkness.'

'Then why are you looking for a cure?'

Gabriel laughed as he shrugged. 'Honestly? It's something to do. Keeps us moving around,' he replied. 'Cas wants to find a cure, so…let him. If he fails, then…oh, well. No big loss. At least it keeps him busy, and I'm here for him if he needs me.'

Sam nodded in understanding. He wished he had had Gabriel's mindset of sticking with his brother a few years ago when Dean had gotten caught up in hunting down a band of vampiric train robbers. Instead, he had let Dean join the posse of six other experienced hunters, confident that they would succeed, and that Dean would return with his cut of the bounty. He had headed back home, and the days stretched on with no word from Dean. Just as he was growing frantic with worry, Dean turned up on their doorstep—well over a month later, and looking like he had been dragged to hell and back. Sam hadn't said anything as Dean wordlessly set half of the total bounty on the kitchen table before sequestering himself in his room for weeks. Dean never spoke of what had happened, but Sam had a pretty decent idea from the new scars that Dean had worn home.

He was pulled from his reverie as Gabriel lightly touched his wrist.

'C'mon. They should be done now,' Gabriel said, nodding to the path. 'I'll introduce you to Chompy. He's always happy to meet new people.'