A/N: I am SO sorry for the delay. To be honest, I've been blocked. But I sat down today and decided to write this. I apologize if it's not very good.

I do not own Supernatural.

Sam looked around slowly. He had no idea where his brother and Cas could be. He hoped maybe they had made up and were horizontal somewhere, but with Baby still in her spot at the diner, that plan went to hell.

He sighed and looked at Charlie. She was clueless too. He pulled out his phone and began tracing Dean's. Surely it would lead them to a location.

Charlie closed the book with a bang, making Sam jump. They were in his room at the hotel going through lore when he decided to take a walk and look for Dean. It was late now; surely his brother and the fallen angel had taken a break from their…proclivities. But calls and texts went unanswered. Cas' too. It was like they had fallen off the Earth.

"Maybe they're just hiding out," Charlie said. "They have years of pent up tension to release; that's got to be loud. And I get the feeling Dean is a screamer."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I-I have no idea about that. But I definitely don't want to think about it."

Charlie shrugged. "I'm just saying that it's been years for those two. They have what? About ten years of tension to work through? We may not hear from them until next year."

Sam groaned. "Charlie, please."

She giggled.

Sam's phone beeped. He frowned when he saw it.

"The middle of nowhere?"

Charlie glanced at his phone. "Hang on," she grabbed it out of his hand and ran to her computer. She began typing the address into the search bar.

"Charlie…" Sam said, about to admonish her for taking his phone.

She held up a finger. He stopped. "This did pull up an address." She wrote it down on a napkin and passed it to Sam.

"Considering that my calls and texts have gone unanswered, what is the likelihood this is a trap?"

Charlie smiled. "A hundred and fifty percent."

Sam nodded. "Load up," he said, grabbing his gun off the nightstand. "We're going in."

Dean shook his head, clearing the fog away. His eyes adjusted to the darkened room. He took in his surroundings; an old, decrepit warehouse.

Why can't bad guys ever put us up in a five-star hotel? Is that really too much to ask?

A sound to his right made him jerk his head.

Cas was still unconscious, his feet and arms in shackles. Dean frowned as his last memory returned to him. He was kissing Cas, happy to be with him at last when he was struck in the head. And then he woke up to this.

"Cas," he said softly. "Cas, babe?" He nudged him with his foot.

Castiel groaned but didn't wake.

Where the hell are we?

Dean's hands were free, so he pulled at the shackles on his legs. No go, of course. He saw his gun on the other side of the room, on a table. He also noticed some other weapons and torture devices.

That can't be good.

A door slammed. He turned to focus in the dark room.

"Dean Winchester," the voice said.

"Alfie," Dean's voice was rough from disuse.

Alfie chuckled. Then he looked to Dean's right. He rolled his eyes. "He was always such a lazy bum." Alfie walked over to where Castiel lay. Dean braced himself. Alfie gently shook the fallen angel.

"Cas," he said softly. "Cas."

Castiel stirred. He blinked his eyes open, focusing on Alfie.

"Alfie?" he said confused.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Alfie huffed, annoyed.

"Because that's your name," Cas said. He sat up and tried to reach for Alfie, seeing he was shackled.

"What the hell?" he asked. Then he saw Dean. Memories of Dean kissing him flooded his mind. He blushed.

"Hey babe," Dean said with a wink.

Alfie rolled his eyes. "Yes, what a lovely reunion."

Castiel looked at Alfie. "What's going on?"

"Interesting you should say that," Alfie said as he stood up. He turned and walked to Dean. "Cas darling, did you never wonder why fate had us meet?" His eyes bored into Dean's. Dean narrowed his.

Castiel tilted his head in the adorable way Dean loved. "Not really, no."

Alfie made a sound. "Of course not." He stepped closer to Dean, so close Dean could smell him. Something didn't smell right. "Boy, ever since you became human, Castiel, you have become dumb."

Dean and Cas froze.

"H-how do you know I was an angel? I never told you that."

Alfie glanced at him. "Angel radio."

Cas' eyes widened. "What?"

Alfie glanced back at Dean, who was trying very hard to figure out who or what Alfie was.

Stepping away, Alfie stood in front of Castiel. He released his wings.

Castiel's jaw dropped. "Y-you're an angel?"

"Half," Alfie replied. He reached out and stroked Castiel's cheek. "Oh Cas, clueless Cas. I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Cas jerked his head away.

"Find out what?" Dean asked. Suddenly he was hit with searing pain. He dropped to the floor.

Cas watched his lover writhe in pain. "Alfie, stop!"

Alfie just laughed. "You don't get it do you, Castiel? It was all a trick. A plan."

Castiel's eyes widened. "What?" he asked quietly. Dean screamed in agony. "Alfie!" he screamed.

"Did you really think that I would fall for you? That anyone would fall for a pathetic little human like you?"

Dean's pain stopped. He laid as still as he could as tremors shook his body. He glanced up at Alfie.

"You're not in love with Cas?"

Alfie made a face. "Heavens no. How could anyone think this…" he gestured to Castiel "failure is worthy of love?"

Dean growled. "Because he is."

Alfie rolled his eyes, mockingly. "Oh I forgot. Dean Winchester, closeted bisexual who finally figured out that Castiel was the love of his life. How did it feel, Dean, when you saw the engagement announcement in the paper?"

Cas looked at Dean, who met his eyes.

"It tore me apart," Dean whispered. His green eyes bore into Cas' blue ones. "I realized that I had lost you for good. Part of me always believed you'd come back but after seeing that announcement, I knew I was too late."

Alfie shot him with pain again. "Then why were you kissing my fiancé in a public place?!" he shouted.

"Alfie, stop!" Cas screeched. The half-angel relented. Dean stilled.

"So, this was a trick? Why?" Castiel asked.

"To get to him," Alfie said, pointing at Dean. "You would not believe the price on his head and if I was the one to send him back to hell, I would be rewarded significantly."

"Oh gee, glad to know how I rank," Dean said sarcastically. Alfie shot him with pain again.

Castiel shook his head. "I don't get it," he said. "Why would you care what hell is offering you?" Alfie raised an eyebrow. Realization dawned on the fallen angel. "No!"

Alfie laughed. "Finally got there, didn't you?"

Dean slowly arose from his spot on the floor, weakened from the pain. "What, Cas? What is going on?"

"Yes, Cas. Do tell your lover."

Keeping his eyes on Alfie, Castiel spoke. "Alfie is a hybrid. Half-angel, half-demon. They are sometimes called a Cambion. They cause chaos wherever they go and have unstable energy."

Alfie applauded.

Dean looked at him. "You're half and half?"

Alfie fluffed his wings and his eyes turned black. "Yup," he said.

"It…was…you," Dean said. "Cas said chaos. You are the one responsible for those murders."

"Got it in one," Alfie said sarcastically. "I had to do something to get your attention. You were mooning over this loser," he pointed at Castiel. "I knew that seeing the angel you were clearly still in love with marrying someone else would get your attention. And boy, did it. You really upped the alcohol consumption, didn't you? Trying to drown your feelings in liquor as you always do. And you can never resist a good case. I counted on your feelings for Castiel to be strong enough that you would meet up with him when in Chicago. And voila!"

"You…used me," Castiel said quietly. Alfie's black eyes flashed back to brown.

"Oh, come now wittle Cas," he said degradingly. "You had fun, didn't you?" He stood in front of Castiel and pulled him to him. Cas writhed to get away. "I don't think you were faking those orgasms I gave you, were you?"

Dean growled.

"Let go of me," Cas said, his voice deathly low.

"You got it," Alfie said as he released his ex-lover, shoving him down to the ground. Cas hit it hard, momentarily knocking the wind out of him. Alfie walked away, to the table with the weapons. "But not until after you've seen Dean Winchester killed and sent back to hell." He laughed and turned to him. "You'll live the rest of your pathetic human life knowing you were the reason Dean died. Your one and only true love."

"Alfie, if you ever loved me, you'll stop."

Alfie raised an eyebrow. "Loved you? Psst. Hardly. Only a weak person could." He turned to Dean. "No offense."

"None taken."

Dean saw a shadow over Alfie's right shoulder. He had managed to keep his phone on and somehow, Alfie had failed to remove it from him. His tracker was on and he knew it would only be a matter of time before Sam showed up. He saw Sam give a nod and get into position.

Alfie turned back to the table, not seeing Sam in shadow. "And now," he picked up a straight razor. "If you'll excuse me, I have a pig to cut up." Alfie took a step towards Dean.

Dean's hands were free so he flicked his wrist and the knife that was hidden in his upper sleeve fell down. He threw it at the Cambion, hitting his wing. Alfie screamed.

"You son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. Sam raised his weapon, ready to fire as soon as he got a clear shot.

Alfie saw the blood of his wing and folded them up. They disappeared into himself and his back was clear. Alfie's eyes went black and he began moving towards Castiel.

"Maybe I'll kill him instead. After all, you did say he was dead to you."

Before Dean could retort, a shot was fired. Alfie fell forward as a bullet exited his torso. His black eyes flicked back to brown as he turned to look behind him. Before he got that far, another bullet hit him in the head. He fell to the ground.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as Sam ran over to his brother, grabbing an ax to chop the shackles. Castiel just stood stunned.

"Cas?" Dean said once he was free. He placed his hand on Castiel's cheek, stroking it lightly. "Babe?"

Castiel's blue eyes turned to Dean, full of unshed tears. Dean's heart ached for him.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Sam cut the ankle shackles and began on the wrist ones.

"Cas," Dean said quietly, running his thumb along Castiel's lips. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Castiel's eyes were sad and he looked down, towards Alfie's body.

"Sam, is he?"

Sam knelt down and examined him. "Yes, he's definitely dead."

Castiel's knees gave on him and he began to fall. Dean caught him. "I got you, baby. I'll always catch you." He placed a kiss on Cas' temple before turning to Sam. "Nice shot, bro."

Sam frowned. "This wasn't me."

That's when they noticed Charlie.

A/N: So I did some research and a Cambion is in lore. It is also sometimes referred to as a Nephilim. Due to Jack, I decided against that.

Thanks for reading! Two chapters to go; hopefully not as long of a wait!