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Chapter Seven

There were very few beings that could overpower an angel. Though some were able to best one in hand to hand combat, when it came to grace verses whatever magic or power they held, almost always the angel would come out on top. Horsemen were the exception to the rule. Archangels could stand to be in their presence without losing themselves to the pull the Horsemen projected, a regular seraph? Castiel knew he didn't stand a chance.

"Hey, guys, guess what I found?" asked Sam while taking a briefcase out and laying it on the table.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "A salesmen who you mugged for his PowerPoint?"

Sam glared at Dean before shaking his head. "No, I found a demon, and he seemed pretty possessive of whatever is in this."

When they opened the suitcase, Castiel knew right away what it was; the bright light of a human soul wasn't something that you could forget. Watching as the soul was released, darting upwards, brought a soft smile on his face. It also brought to light why his previous symptoms had increased since they took on the case. While he hadn't mentioned it to the others, Castiel was thankful that Gabriel wasn't around. It was hard for him to think of anything else but the archangel.

"What the hell was that?" asked Dean, his head turned to where the soul disappeared. Castiel could feel his palms beginning to sweat, one of the many things his vessel had been doing since they arrived into town. "That was a human soul, and I believe I know what is causing the deaths in the area. We may have stumbled upon Famine."

"That's great," muttered Dean, and before he could warn the hunter to stop Dean was already praying to Gabriel. Now that he was aware of what was wrong with him, Castiel tried to lock himself away into his vessel as much as possible. It wasn't enough.

"Sup, Buckos?" Before the last word was fully formed Castiel pounced.

All the desire, all the wanting and longing burst through Castiel, his hands grasping at the clothing the archangel was wearing. Gabriel didn't fight him at first, his eyes wide as Castiel pushed him back toward the bed. "What the… Cassie, what are you doing?" Gabriel was remaining calm which could not be said for the humans in the group.

Growling, Castiel used his grace to vanish Gabriel's clothing along with his own. Latching his mouth on the other's neck, Castiel used one hand to press on Gabriel's shoulder to hold him down while the other gripped the archangel's thigh and lifted it to his hip. With their naked skin flush together, Castiel finally felt like he had what he wanted. He was missing one thing before he could claim his spot at the archangel's side.

Releasing his grace, Castiel wrapped it around the archangel, smothering him before slowly seeping his grace into the other. Gabriel fought against him, pressing back and trying to lock his grace away, but Castiel could feel that Gabriel craved the connection almost as much as he did. Biting down on the soft flesh in his mouth, Castiel changed his tactic from trying to smother the grace of an archangel to joining with it.

"Cas, get the fuck off me!" yelled Gabriel, his voice holding a tinge of real fear, something Castiel had never heard from the other. It shocked him for a second, and that second was all Gabriel needed before snapping his fingers. The cold metal of cuffs pressed against his wrists, holding his hands behind his back while his torso lay on the archangel. Not letting the bonds stop what he started, Castiel used what little bit of grace he could still reach beyond the magic of the cuffs to finish tying of their graces together.

Two pairs of hands pulled at his shoulders, and though he thrashed against them, with the cuffs, Castiel was no stronger than Jimmy had been. Sam and Dean were able to subdue him, to force him into a corner and away from the still-bare archangel who remained frozen in place. "Jesus, what the fuck is this all about, Cas? We knew you had the hots for Gabe, but you can't just…"

Gabriel spoke then, shaking off what happened and snapping his fingers to clothe them once more. Castiel hated the thought of Gabriel no longer being naked; he wanted to close the distance between them, to taste the skin he had been able to get the briefest samples of, to kiss him. "It's Famine. He makes you act out on your desires, and while Famine can't use his powers against me as an archangel, Cassie isn't strong enough to fight against him."

Sam hesitated for a second before adding in his thoughts. Castiel by then was still straining against the two; he needed to touch the archangel who was only a few feet from him. "It's how I found the demon; I could smell his blood. You're going to have to go without me, Dean. You and Gabriel get the ring, and it will put Cas and I back to normal, right?"

Gabriel looked at Castiel, the angel calming the slightest bit at having his whiskey-colored eyes on him. The archangel sighed before walking forward, ignoring Dean's sound of protest and placing a hand on Castiel's cheek. "You're going to be okay, Cassie. Dean and I are going to take care of Famine, and then we'll talk about the consequences of tonight. I don't know how much you understand of what you did, but I'm not angry."

Leaning into the touch, Castiel nodded, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy the sensation. Soft lips pressed against his, making him whimper in need, leaning forward to push against Gabriel more firmly. It was only for a moment, but the sensation of having Gabriel kiss him was something Castiel didn't even know he was missing. As Gabriel pulled away, Castiel tried to follow him, opening his eyes to watch as the archangel smiled at him.

"I'm not angry, Cassie, remember that okay? You ready, Dean-o?" Before Dean could say anything a snap echoed through the room, and both Gabriel and Dean were gone. Releasing a cry at the loss, Castiel ignored the remaining hunter who was trying to soothe him, rubbing his back and speaking in hushed tones while Castiel remained there, waiting for his archangel to return.

He felt it the moment Famine was defeated. Like a string had been cut, Castiel slumped forward, the need for Gabriel returning to its standard rate. A second later the memory of what he did returned, and with it, Castiel let go another whimper. Sam who had been fighting his addiction while comforting him turned his attention to Castiel who had his eyes shut, shoulders slumped in defeat.

He had bound Gabriel to him, and he to the archangel. It wasn't something that had been done before; only the idea tossed around when speaking of angels loving one another. With their absolute love of God, there was no room for each other, at least there wasn't supposed to be. What Castiel had done could not be erased. Even with the distance between them, Castiel could feel Gabriel. He would always be able tell how Gabriel was now, an awareness in the back of mind that would never go away.

The sound of flapping wings made Castiel look up, his heart rejoicing that Gabriel was unharmed until he noticed the change in the other's grace. Castiel could see himself woven into Gabriel's very essence. Sickened at the thought of having such a claim without Gabriel consenting, Castiel averted his gaze.

"Well, that was fun, two down, two to go. We might actually be able to pull this off. You feeling alright Sammy? Cas?" asked Dean, a smile stretching his face while he held out the ring for Sam to examine. Castiel didn't dare move from his hunched position, especially not to get closer to the archangel who had yet to speak.

"I told you, Horsemen don't affect me, at least not when at full power. Cassie, you doing okay?" The concern Gabriel was showing him was unwanted. He didn't deserve to have the one he had all but forced himself upon to care if he was well. What would have happened if Sam and Dean hadn't pulled him from the archangel? How much farther would he have tied Gabriel to him? Shaking his head, Castiel continued to look away from the archangel.

Silence penetrated the room, up until Gabriel snapped his fingers and the cuffs were no longer holding him back. "Cassie? I told you. I'm not angry with you." Gabriel spoke softly, stepping forward and Castiel couldn't help but flinch away as he felt that changed grace coming closer.

"Cas? Man, we get it. Famine got a hold of you, this is biblical. Gabe says he's not pissed so let it go, yeah?" While he appreciated Dean's concern, he didn't understand everything Castiel had done.

"I… I am so sorry, Gabriel. I will spend the rest of my life trying to atone for what I have subjected you to." Dean crossed his arms over his chest, a frown forming while he tried to understand why Castiel was still apologizing.

How could he explain what he had done? Could he do so without the small family he had gained hating him?

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