A/N: We do not own Supernatural characters and warning, there be porn ahead.

Sam was scared, it was late and he was too embarrassed to go downstairs and wake Dean. Only babies cry over nightmares, but this was different. He had the dream every night for almost a week, and had slept for nearly eight hours in seven days. So tonight, he was determined to do something, even if something was taking his pillow, stuffed monkey and blanket and camping out in front of Dean's (Cas') bedroom door.

On the other side of the door, Castiel was crying hard into his hands, feeling like Dean would kick him out of the house soon for what he did. He knew it was going to happen, something like this always did. Of course he had finally found something good in his life and Cas had gone and fucked up everything. When he caught sight of himself in the mirror, Castiel stopped crying and straightened his back.

"What am I doing?" He whispered, staring at what he had become. Gabriel had told him stories of strong angels, defeating the bad things easily, not crying over them in a bedroom. They were supposed to take care of problems simply, take care of others and he had failed in just about every single one of those.

Frustrated with himself, Castiel pushed up off the bed and opened his door slowly, stepping past the sleeping Sam that he knew was there. It had only been a few days since the dispute between Dean and Castiel, then Sam waking up from that nightmare. Ever since then, the house had been very quiet for everyone. Dean was very distant to everyone as the bottles of beer began to pile up in the kitchen at a faster rate every day.

Speaking of the bottles, Castiel could hear them clicking around in the kitchen as he stepped down into the living room. He saw Dean resting his head in his hands in the kitchen, all of the lights off except for the one in the hallway.

"Dean? May I talk to you?" Castiel asked quietly, standing in front of the stairs in case he needed to dart back up the stairs. He saw Dean lift up his head and nod once, waving him over to the couch. As quietly as Castiel could, he walked over to the couch and sat down on the edge, fearful of Dean.

"I um...Im sorry for messing everything up...I broke Sam's wrist, im becoming a burden and now you are drinking everything bad away." Castiel muttered, staring down at the coffee table. "Just say the words and I will leave you alone. You will never have to deal with me again."

At this Dean, straightened his back and stared right at Castiel. He reached out and grabbed his arm gently, looking right into his eyes. "Don't you ever say that again. I want you here more than it should be healthy. Im not drinking to make you go away...im drinking to.." He paused, licking his lips in thought. "Im drinking to push my own feelings away."

"Feelings?" Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side slightly but not breaking his gaze.

"Cas...Jesus.." Dean muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I love you Cas. I know I shouldn't because the last thing you need right now is this but...I cant drink you away. Ive never felt like this before."

Castiel was silent, his eyes dropping to his lap as his mind raced. He took a deep breath and looked back up at Dean, moved forward on the couch and pressed his lips to Dean's. He could still taste the whiskey on his lips, not that Castiel minded. Crowley had that taste on him but this time, Cas found himself wanting more of it.

"D-Dean..." Cas moaned after a while of heated kisses, moving to straddle his lap. He rested his forehead on Dean's and looked into his eyes, his breath coming in short bursts.

"Yeah?" Dean whispered back, moving forward to try and capture his lips again.

"Can I suck you off?" He whispered in his ear, nipping at the lobe. It was something Crowley had taught him but yet again, this time felt more intimate and caring. Dean let out a groan and nodded his head slightly, moving his lips to kiss along his jawline.

With an eager smile, Cas moved down Dean's chest, getting in between his legs. He slid his hands along Dean's thigh's, looking up at the hazy green eyes. After pressing a few teasing kisses to the skin above his jeans, Castiel tugged at the zipper slowly. Once it was down, Castiel slid his jeans down to his thighs along with his boxers, exposing the hard member to the colder air. Dean took in a sharp inhale of breath through clenched teeth at the feeling.

Cas looked up at him as he licked along the underside of the shaft, his hand wrapped around the base of the throbbing length. He swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the bit of pre-cum that was already there. Dean moaned loudly at the contact, his hand instinctively going to the back of Castiel's head, threading into the raven hair.

"Keep quiet. Don't want Sam to hear." Castiel scolded playfully before taking the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking lightly on it. As he closed his eyes and took more of the heated skin into his mouth, he heard Dean moan into his hand. Smirking around the cock, Castiel began to stroke whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth just yet.

"Fuck Cas...Not gonna last too long with you doing this to me." Dean managed out between moans and deep breaths. His grip on Castiel's hair tightened ever so slightly as his hips came off the couch, fucking himself into Castiel's mouth. He gagged slightly at the unexpected help but relaxed his throat to help Dean out, wanting to make him cum.

He got his wish not too long after he basically deep throated Dean, tasting the semen in the back of his throat as Dean moaned into his hand. Castiel swallowed as much as he could, a small dribble sneaking out of his mouth and down his chin as he pulled back. Dean leaned forward and wiped the cum off his chin with a soft smile, licking his thumb clean after.

"Come 'ere." Dean whispered, waving Castiel up to him. He pulled Dean's jeans back up, tucking him back inside of his boxers before getting back on the couch. Once he was on the couch, Dean pulled him into his lap and kissed his cheek, holding him in his arms.

"I love you Castiel. I want you to stay here for as long as you want to. Im never gonna hurt you" Dean assured, running a hand through his hair felt himself smile proudly as he nodded, tucking his head under Dean's chin.

It had been a while since Sam had last went to his cave. By the seventh day he was itching to get there, more than usual. He'd already left his stuff there the last time he went because Dean picked him up from the ranger's office, so he had nothing to carry. It was odd to walk up the hill with such ease, without the burden of the heavy bag that slumped his shoulders and strained his back. He flew down the zipline in record time eager to get down to where he left his stuff. To his dismay, there had been some changes. The Lucky Charms box was empty. The peanut butter and jelly jars seemed to have been licked clean and there was a single apple core left. Sam looked over the relics, astonished. Was there someone else there with him? There couldn't be, could there?

In the end, Sam decided to have a look around the cave once more. It was already starting to rain and there was a storm on the way. He stepped into the dank cold and sighed. It was almost comforting. He felt like this was his home. This cave was his sanctuary, his fortress of solitude where he could sit and think, or just sit and be. Sometimes it was nice to just be. Not Sammy or Sam or " that Winchester kid.", he just was and he liked it like that. So the thought of an invader made him a tad bit uneasy. He felt selfish that he didn't share this place with Dean or even Cas, but it was HIS. It was HIS very own cave, it all belonged to him and he'd never had that type of freedom before. Satisfied with his small search of the cave, he left. He began the slow climb up the mountain, raindrops plopping on his face and shoulders. One time, when he was reading a book about ancient legends and religion he read about the rain. Some people used to think the rain was the tears of the gods, and it could cleanse your soul from all evil and sin. The rain felt like it was fixing him. Peeling away the thin shell he had built ever since his dad left. It had taken forever to bounce back, and act like nothing was wrong, but there in the rain as his disguise got weaker and weaker, burned from his body, he felt raw and vulnerable. For once he was glad for the rain. Not only because of the memories of the story, but because no one can tell you're crying if you're already drenched.

Sleep came easy as he curled up on the floor in front of Cas' room. He dreamed that he was sitting on a cloud, watching people in black search around his valley. This worried him. Why were so many people there? they were tainting it, ruining it with their corruptive ways. They took things out of the cave why were they-

" Sam, get off the floor. Come on." Cas was picking him up off the floor and helping him to his feet.

" loosen up Cas, gosh." Sam mumbled, rubbing his arm. The angel hardly knew his own strength.

" Apologies" Cas said, brushing him off. It was still dark outside, only one o' clock. Sam could have slept for another hour if it weren't for Cas' odd wake up call.

" What do you want, Cas?" Cas looked down and at the door, then set him down.

" You were blocking the way to the door." Sam huffed, but was awake already so he figured he'd get dressed. He went into his room and put on jeans and a thermal shirt. He pulled on thick hiking socks and slid down the railing of the stairs so he wouldn't wake dean by creaking on the stairs. He picked up on one of Dean's sweatshirts and pulled it over his head, grabbing a banana from the kitchen as he did so. He pulled on his boots and put his bag on his back and was ready to go.

The day was hot, too hot. Sweat poured down his face as he messed around in the valley, so he decided to go further in the cave. he strapped a head lamon and pulled Dean's sweater tighter. He'd never been in the right wing of the cave, and he hoped it wasn't as tight fitting as the other areas was. he crawled for a while, looking around as the dark clay of the cave wall. He came across a huge pile of golden feathers, just as his lamp went out.

" Shit" he mumbled, and blundered on. And that was the biggest mistake Sam Winchester had ever made in his life. He fell. He fell for so long he knew he was falling, and that was the last complete thought he had. His stomach flew into his throat and bile pushed it's way out of his nose and mouth. He hit the ground this a sickening thump, his head hit a rock and started to bleed, he fumbled to get the walkie but the dark came too quickly for him to do anything.

A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN! What will happen next chapter? What /should/ happen next chapter? Let us know what you think so far! We love to get reviews, follows, favorites etc.

Side note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter, Kayla (booknerdkayla) had some life problems and she had to deal with them. But we are back on track with this story!