As the sun broke, a convoy of cars sat near the gate, packed full with people and ammunition. Dean gave the signal and they started to drive.

It wasn't long before Bobby's house came into view. The cars fanned out, and soon had the place surrounded.

Dean remembered this house well. It was full of old long forgotten memories. He closed his eyes, and saw Christmas with his surrogate family. He saw Sam's bright smile when they picked out a tree and Bobby's funny yet thoughtful gifts. He saw Castiel covered in tinsel and fake snow, his perplexed expression when he first saw the angel on top of the tree, and the way his eyes lit up when he first tasted hot chocolate. He could almost feel the heat, and smell the aromas coming from the kitchen.

Then he saw Sam in the basement, screaming and crying, going threw detox. He saw the disappointment written in Bobby's face when he told him Sammy was never coming home. Castiel's resigned expression when Dean finally broke and tortured a demon.

His eyes were hard when he opened them.

He turned and nodded to a car on his right. Five men jumped out, carrying large containers full of gasoline, spreading it quickly on everything that could burn, as close to the house as they dared.

A sniper set up on an old car, quickly scoping out the house. "Sir, I've got five men in the lower left hand room."

Dean nodded. "The kitchen."

"Should I fire, sir?"

"Just a warning shot. Don't kill anyone. Not yet." Dean raised his voice. "Everyone, fan out. Make sure you've got cover, and wait for my signal."

He lifted an old megaphone and issued his warning. What happened from here was in their hand. He hoped they put up a fight. He was itching for one.

Dean blinked awake. Sunlight from the window gave the room a soft golden glow. For a moment he wondered what had woken him up… Then the bed dipped, and he felt hands skate down his chest, and lips caress his navel, before engulfing him.

A startled shout escaped his lips. He gripped Castiel's hair tight, struggling not to come then and there.

Castiel released him slowly, dragging his tongue up his shaft in the most obscene way possible. Dean was reduced to a quivering mass, moaning Castiel's name, lost in ecstasy.

Cas gripped his base firmly and proceeded to give his head special attention, licking, sucking, and trying to climb inside him.

Finally Dean could take it no more, and came hard enough to see stars; he sank boneless into the pillows.

Castiel dragged himself up and watched as Dean came down. When he could see again, he captured Castiel's lips with a lazy passion.

Cas broke the kiss with a grin. "Good morning."

Dean snuggled into his warmth. "That was one Hell of a good morning."

Castiel smiled at him, his eyes bright and full of joy. It took Dean's breath away. He looked so angelic. Dean's eyes widened, and he buried his face in his hands. "Oh no."

Castiel's head cocked to the side, and Dean just had to kiss him again. Cas would not be distracted. "What's wrong, Dean?"

Dean sighed. "I just realized that Zach probably saw all of that."

Castiel smiled evilly. "Good. That fat bastard deserves to know you belong to me."

Dean smacked Cas lightly. "You exhibitionist you."

They heard a disturbance downstairs; the sound of footsteps and soft voices. Cas sighed, "I suppose that's our cue to get up." He slowly got out of bed and grabbed at discarded clothing. Dean was content just to watch him move around. Castiel turned and noticed his attentions. He winked. "If you expect any more of this ass, you better get up."

"Wha – Cas! Don't even joke about that!" He stood, stumbling slightly, and landed with his arms wrapped around Castiel's shoulders, biting at his neck. "You know your ass is mine."

Castiel turned in Dean's arms. "Oh? Is that so?"

"Yes, that's so."

Castiel pressed a kiss to Dean's nose. "Then you can see this ass downstairs." He ducked under Dean's arms and sauntered down the stairs.

Dean sighed loud enough for Castiel to hear, and then set about getting dressed. He was secretly happy Cas had left; it was hard to pretend to be angry when you couldn't keep the smile off your face.

When Dean finally got around to getting downstairs, the floor was surprisingly empty. In the kitchen he saw Becky working with a pan over a stove. It smelled pretty good, and his stomach decided to make itself known. Becky turned slightly, acknowledging him with a smile before turning back to her work. Dean meandered over. "So, where are the others?"

Becky sighed and met his eyes with a grimace. "I think they just had to get out of the house."

Dean's eyes widened. "You mean you guys could hear..."

Becky eyed Dean critically. "You know, I really didn't peg you as a screamer."

Dean flushed red. He jumped when the door flew open, Rufus and Castiel wrestling some large metal frame threw the entrance and settling it on the table. Chuck followed closely carrying an arm full of cords, a yellow bag hanging form his mouth.

Rufus laughed, wiping a trail of sweat from his forehead. "Good job, Cas. That took some handling."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "You weren't so bad yourself, old man."

"Old man? How many centuries do you have on me, angel boy?"

They paused when they saw Dean's glowing face, and Becky straining to hold back a barrage of laughter.

Slowly Dean turned to her. "Becky you no good, son of a, piece of, mother, god damn – "

Becky could no longer contain her peals of laughter, and had to hold on to the counter to stop her shaking.

The bag fell from Chuck's mouth. "I think I'm missing something…"

Becky pointed desperately at Dean. "Your face. Your face!"

The others stood in stunned silence. Finally Rufus erupted. "Would you bastards stop messing around and help me?"

Becky turned back to the stove, stirring the contents of the pan. She couldn't stop laughing.

Still glaring at her, Dean made his way over to Rufus. "So, what are we doing?"

"Making a little surprise for anyone who wants to sneak up on us. We can make a pretty good sized bomb out of this."

Chuck looked over the metal scraps they'd dragged in. "Um. Why?"

"You got anything better to do, boy?"

Dean smirked and eyed Castiel. Cas shoved Dean lightly. "I don't think I have the stamina to be doing that all the time."

Becky moved the pan from the heat and practically skipped over to drape herself around Chuck. "With practice I'm sure you can build up to it."

Castiel gave this due consideration. "Yes. A worthy goal."

Chuck groaned, gripping his head. "Oh man, that's just gross. Don't give me those kinds of visuals!"

Becky pressed a soft kiss to Chuck's ear. "Come on, honey. Think of it as a challenge. Who can go longer, us or them?"

Chuck sighed. "But that's not fair. He's an angel. I'm going to lose so hard."

Castiel held up a hand. "Uh, excuse me, former angel."

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Same difference. You're still going to kick my ass."

Suddenly there was a loud crash outside, followed by loud roar. Rufus rushed to the window, peaking around a set of boards. "Oh, no."

"What?"

"They found us."

Chuck sighed and took Becky's hand. "I guess it was only a matter of time."

Becky squeezed his hand, and tried to force a smile. "I wish it had been a little longer."

Chuck frowned. "That would have been impossible. Good things never happen."

Castiel caught Dean's eye and smiled. "Yes. They do."

There was another crash outside, and the heard a loud voice boom. "Come out quietly, or we'll burn the place down."

Rufus snorted. "No they won't. Dean wouldn't do that to Bobby." He quickly looked at their Dean. "No offence, kid." He moved to another room, and brought back a bag full of guns and ammunition, loading them and handing them out.

Dean took his place, peaking around a board. "No. You're right. I wouldn't. But look." He pointed to a group of men pouring gasoline across old cars and piles of wood. "I think they might."

Chuck joined Dean. "How many men have they brought?" He peaked around Dean's hand. "Oh, fuck, they brought everybody."

A bullet ricocheted off one of the boards, sending a wave of splinters across Dean, and forcing them back.

"Huh. I guess they're serious."

Rufus passed a gun to Becky, and another to Chuck. He offered another to Castiel. "Angel, take this."

Cas shook his head. "No. There's no point. There is no way for us to win this."

Rufus forced the gun into Castiel's hands. "Then we'll go down fighting." He handed another gun to Dean. "You might want to stay back here, son."

Dean glared, and grabbed the gun fiercely. "No, I'm fighting with you."

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