Author's Note: So the rating of this will more than likely go up. Just a fair warning. I have one smutty story out and I feel like I should do another. So look out for that. Sorry for the long wait, but the chapter is longer than usual! Thanks for the support 5/27/2018

Chapter 7

Over the next week, Dean continued to clean and re-organize the moving Castle so it was completely clean and easy to navigate. After speaking with Ben, a rumor spread through Lawrence that a powerful demon was living with an angel. Many people would try and carefully walk by the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the demon and angel interacting with each other. Sure, it was perfectly normal for a powerful angel to own a demon slave or vice versa, but from what the town could tell the two were living in harmony together.

As the days continued on, Dean found the demon within him growing steadily stronger. His thirst for blood was growing and he scrunched his eyes shut trying not to hate himself for it. He was standing at the grill in the back frying up burgers for lunch with the doorbell sounded through the house. He heard Jimmy bellow, "Newport Door."

He finished the meat and headed to the kitchen. Alfie was sitting studiously at the table finishing his homework so he could continue to work on some spells that Castiel had given him when he caught the tail end of a conversation.

"I apologize Master Castiel, but King Michael would like a summoning spell."

He heard an exasperated noise leave the angel. "Yes, you've said that, but I-," He heard a sigh. "Let me search for the ingredients and I'll have the spell delivered to Michael right away."

"Thank you Master Castiel." The door clicked shut and he came into the kitchen inhaling deeply.

"Smells good, Demon."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I have a name you know." He muttered. Castiel said nothing, but slumped tiredly into his chair. Dean casted him a quick glance and made up the angel's burger. As he placed it gently in front of him, complete with a side of rosemary French fries he cleared his throat. "Everything alright?"

Castiel sighed and poked at his food pouting. "I fear that Michael and Raphael are going to make me choose sides soon." He sighed. "Like humans and witches, angels are gifted with certain skills. Michael was born with leadership, gifted in war tactics and weapons making. I myself am a warrior of heaven as well as born into the gift of spell casting – particularly summoning spells." He sighed. "He's searching for as many allies as he can get." He ran a hand through his hair and took a large bite from his burger. "Normphally Balthmmazarm-," He swallowed. "Normally my brother Balthazar is Michael's summoner, but now that he's gone missing – I believe Michael is looking for me to side with him in this ridiculous war…" He took up a handful of fries and Dean turned his back, putting together a plate of Alfie making sure to leave off the pickles.

"What are you gonna do, Cas?" He asked softly as he put together his own burger.

The angel hummed thoughtfully. "I'm not sure." They continued eating and his eyes flicked up to Dean who had previously been lost in thought about his brothers. He wondered if they were worried about him. "Demon."

He rolled his eyes. "It's Dean."

The angel ignored him. "I'd like you to take the Blue door today to the fields." The blue color on the wheel, led to where the actual castle itself was walking along the hillsides. "Let Jimmy know you'll be going out, and he'll stop the castle. I'm afraid he's low on firewood." He finished the last of his burger and stood to leave.

Dean cleared his throat. "Listen up Cas, I don't clean all day so you can leave your messes everywhere." He raised an eyebrow at the empty plate and juice glass. "If you're finished with your lunch, put your dishes in the sink."

Cas regarded him a moment.

Dean swallowed down his fear. Being a demon made him more confident than he actually felt. What looked like mild affection flashed across the angel's face before he picked up the dishes and set them gingerly in the basin. He placed a gentle hand on Alfie's shoulder and he looked up, seeming to just remember that there were two other people in the room. "Finish your dinner Alfie, and head to Lawrence to grab a cake for dessert tonight after dinner and perhaps grab our older brother as well." He smiled gently. "It's been awhile since we've visited with him, don't you think?"

Alfie nodded. "Sure thing, Castiel."

He gave him a light squeeze. "Make sure you grab a sweater." Alfie leapt off his chair, grabbing the final bite of his burger and rushed up the steps.

Castiel stopped at the door and grabbed his trench coat and pulled it over his shoulders, turning the knob down and exiting the Lawrence door. A moment later, Alfie came thundering down the stairs with a small red pull over hoodie, with his dark jeans and his navy blue vans. "Thanks again for dinner Dean!"

The demon smiled affectionately and a flaming throat clearing caught his attention. "If there was ever a time to snoop and break my deal Dean, this is it." Jimmy crackled.

Dean nodded once. "Right." He pulled off the black apron he'd been wearing and went straight for the door. Cas was always leaving through that black door and he was determined to figure out where it went. He frowned. "Okay so red takes us to Lawrence, Blue takes us to Newport, Green takes us to wherever the castle feels like traveling and black takes us tooooo…?" His voice trailed off and he turned the knob to black and threw open the door.

Darkness. He reached a tentative hand out to the darkness and it felt like a dense fog swallowing up his hand. He withdrew it quickly and looked expectantly at Jimmy who was hanging off the edge of his grate. "Anything?" He crackled.

Dean shook his head. "You mean, you don't know where it goes?" Jimmy just shook his head apologetically. "Dammit…" He sore under his breath and shut the door. "Shit. Well what about his room?"

Jimmy shook his flames again. "Sorry, Cas locked it before he left."

Dean groaned. "Well fuck, I'll just do the damn dishes then." He rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen.

Forty-five minutes later, Dean was sitting in the large armchair and pulled out a book about demons from his bag to flip through it and search for something on his particular ailment. He crinkled up his nose in disappointment and angrily shoved the book back into his bag at his feet. The only information he found was that the Mark of Cain consumed its originally demon until true love pulled him away from the mark long enough to gather his senses and go into hiding.

Bull shit.

Dean was an eldest child. There was no such thing as true love. And he was beyond the age that anyone important would ever want him. God this sucked.

The door swung open and he looked over the armchair to see Alfie strolling in comfortably and a smaller blonde man trailing in behind him. He narrowed his black eyes. He looked sort of like –

Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Gabriel! Please don't recognize me, please don't recognize me –

The brothers looked up and Gabriel smiled. "Well hello there. Who are you?"

Alfie grabbed his hand and lead him into the living room. "Oh right! Gabe this is Dean – Dean this is Gabe."

The small man held out his hand and inhaled deeply. "Hm, so the rumors are true. My brother does have a demon living with him." He eyed him suspiciously. "No collar on you or anything." He chuckled. "Well if anyone was going to have a demon roommate, it'd be Cassie."

Dean snorted. "Cassie?"

He chuckled and sat on the couch across from him. "Yeah, Cassie." He winked and looked around. "This isn't gonna work." He snapped his fingers, expanding the size of the living room and adding a large 85 inch TV and surround sound to the room creating a large couch that could easily fit 10 people, leaving only the bookshelf and the large armchair. The TV turned on to a cheesy sitcom and he sighed deeply, pushing himself further into the couch. "This is much better. So tell me guys, where's Cassie at anyway?"

Dean shrugged and buried himself further into his armchair. Maybe Gabriel wasn't so bad. "Cas left about an hour ago." He answered lazily.

"Is the trench coat gone?" Alfie looked over the back of the sofa and nodded.

"Yup, it's gone."

The two angels and the fire demon in the grate groaned. Dean glanced between them. "I don't understand. What's the big deal about the coat?"

Gabriel chuckled. "It means Cassie is trying to win over a human."

Dean was outraged. His legs fell off the ottoman and he leaned forward. "How are you guys so-so- relaxed about this?"

Alfie and Gabe shared a look before the older angel shrugged. "It's just Cassie being Cassie."

Dean snorted indignantly. "So you're perfectly okay with him just stealing and eating souls?" He ground out.

The two angels started laughing and Dean's anger dissipated. "He doesn't eat souls!" Alfie giggled. "He's just fickle… and unfaithful."

Gabe shrugged. "He thinks he falls in love all the time, and always gets disappointed."

Dean grunted, a little embarrassed and kicked off his chair, grabbing a handful of vests that Castiel had ripped doing God-knows-what and started stitching them up angrily at the kitchen counter. Fuckin Castiel. Stupid angel, making a bunch of people fall in love with him and ripping their hearts out metaphorically. Dean blanched. Really he was no better.

His demon blood boiled when he thought of all the people Castiel had been with. He frowned and halted his movements. Was he mad that Cas was breaking hearts or was he more mad at the people that caught his attention to begin with? He shook his head and continued stitching up vests when suddenly the front door was thrown up. He pushed through to the living room and the angel in question pushed past him, slamming the bathroom door shut. "What was that about?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I'm not sure… my guess is he's not getting anywhere with that human." The angel snapped and a beer appeared in his and Dean's hand. "Have a seat Dean-O. Take a break for once." They watched TV in silence for awhile before Gabriel broke the silence again. "You know, I've got a friend who's got a missing brother named Dean -,"

Suddenly the bathroom door was thrown up and Castiel staggered out in a fog of dark steam. The rest of the room started coughing heavily and standing to their feet. "Castiel?" Dean tried.

The fog cleared and the angel in question was standing in front of them, clutching his dark raven locks, his blue eyes blazing angrily, but Dean's focus was drawn elsewhere. He was wearing a loose light blue towel around his waist, his skin was pale, beautifully toned and slender all rolled into one and bristled angrily behind him were-

Oh?

He heard Gabriel stifle a giggle beside him. Alfie's hands were clamped firmly over his mouth, frozen solid. "You've ruined them Dean!" The house shook violently at the sound of his voice. "My beautiful raven wings!" He wailed and the demon had to throw his hands over his ears. His voice was muffled, and it still left a dull sting. "They're pink! Pink! You've turned my beautiful wings pink, Demon!" The house shook again. He dug his palm into his eyes and Dean swallowed thickly as the room started vibrating. "You and your incessant cleaning!" A loud piercing shook the house even deeper, turning into a despairing wail.

"Gabriel! Make him stop!" Alfie squealed.

Gabriel grabbed Alfie and Dean and started shoving them out the door. "I can't. He's warded the house against any supernatural beings."

People lined the street staring curiously at the wailing house wondering what was happening. Dean and the others tried to shrink back into the crowd to detach themselves from involvement with the home. Dean cringed as a particularly angry growl vibrated the house. "Why don't we do get hot chocolate and wait this out?"

Alfie nodded excitedly. "Okay!"

Dean scooped him up and gave him a piggy back ride as the three of them strolled along the street, the wailing a dull sound behind them as they entered the small café. They were sipping their hot chocolate a half hour later, eating pastries and talking about Alfie's school work when they noticed the crying had turned into a dull whimpering.

Gabe raised an eyebrow. "Safe to go back?"

Dean shrugged. "We won't know unless we try."

They creeped carefully back into the house and found Castiel covered in a black tar pouting at the bottom of the steps. His bottom lip jutted out and he scowled down at his ruined light blue towel. "Drama queen…" Dean muttered before kneeling down and keeping his eyes from dropping to the slight gap in the towel. "Hey," Castiel hugged himself tighter and stubbornly refused to look up. Dean tilted his chin gently up to look him in the eye. "What's got your feathers ruffled, angel? I know it's not about your wings. That's an easy fix for you."

Castiel glowered. "It's a human." Dean tensed but nodded his head for him to continue anyway. "He said – he said there's someone else." He frowned and turned away.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Someone else?" He helped Cas to his feet, and blushed furiously as the angel fell against him and threw his hands around Dean's neck. "There's plenty of humans Cas. I'm sure you could find another one." Cas only whimpered in response. Dean looked to Gabriel and Alfie for help.

Gabriel shrugged. "My mojo's gone, buddy. Can't help you till Cassie's done with his tantrum."

Dean rolled his eyes and hefted Castiel into his arms finding him to be surprisingly light. "Come on, let's get you to bed." He trudged up the stairs as Castiel sniveled feebly along the way. He heard a light squish and glanced down to find himself with an armful of naked angel. He felt himself flush and forced himself to look straight ahead resolutely, kicking open Castiel's bedroom door.

It was the first time he'd been in there, and the moment the door kicked open he took a second to drink in his surroundings. There were spider webs scattered in the corners and the high ceilings. A large oversized bed, made perfectly, a door leading to what he assumed was a closet, and long dresser and armoir. There were a handful of other gadgets around the room and pictures along the wall that he wasn't able to take in as he reached a hand out to bathe the room in light. He started hobbling to the bed when Castiel mumbled something into the crook of his neck, his breath hot on his skin and he tried not to shudder. "What was that, angel?"

He pulled Castiel away from him so he could look into the angel's piercingly blue eyes. There was a flurry of emotions swirling around in them and for the first time Dean could see so much in those endless seas of blue. There was fear, sadness, and yet there was hope and what looked like deep affection. "Dean," His voice was low, and for the first time timid. "Do you think – do you think I'm a good person?"

He searched Dean's eyes pleadingly. The demon's heart was pounding in his chest. He felt a surge of sympathy for the angel. He was hurt and scared and for the first time… vulnerable. He thought about Cas, taking away his aches and pain with a simple touch. Thought about the way his name sounded when the angel regarded him as more than just a demon. Thought about him training Alfie to cast spells and follow in his footsteps. Thought about the few spells he'd given out for free to poor families. He swallowed thickly. "Yeah, Cas." His voice was hoarse. "I think you're a good person."

The angel nuzzled into his collarbone. "Then why didn't the Winchester think so?"

Dean's blood went cold and his sympathy for Castiel dropped to zero. He unceremoniously dropped him on the bed and left the room slamming the door behind him. Castiel was trying to steal the heart of one of his brothers.