Chapter 10: the one with Dean's plan

WARNIGNS: KIND OF BOLD/VIOLENT SEXUAL ACTS FOR A MINUTE HERE. The rest of the chapter is Dean's letter to Cas. Be warned and enjoy!

If anyone had entered in the following minutes they would have dragged Crowley back down to solitary in a split second. Castiel knew that the man got off on sadism, but he wasn't expecting the brute force with which he was attacked.

When he asked Crowley what he had in mind, he figured prison rules, maybe a blow job. General payment for goods was letting the carrier throat-fuck you.

What he got was entirely different.

Crowley lunged across the space between the beds with a growl, landing fully on Castiel and pinning him to the bed effectively. With a manic twist of skin Cas found his elbows pinned by Crowley's knees so that he couldn't get free for the weight of his attacker. He opened his mouth to scream before he remembered that the only people around him were the cronies defending the door outside.

"Ah-ah-ah, no you don't," Crowley whispered, opening his pants and getting comfy on Cas' torso. He stuck his thumb in the jaw joint of Cas' mouth, thereby jamming it open. "Going to be a good boy and not bite, or do I need to go elsewhere in this tight little body?" he asked.

For a second Cas froze, trying to plan some kind of escape route, but realized he wouldn't get very far before one of the three of them caught him. Where was Lucifer? Wasn't he supposed to be helping protect him? Cas thought again of the letter on the bed and relaxed. He nodded numbly, opening his mouth as far as it would go as Crowley removed his fingers. He could taste the salt of Crowley's skin where his fingers had been in his mouth a second before.

"Good boy," the demon crooned, stroking the back of his hand down the side of Cas' face. The smaller man allowed the action, holding perfectly still until Crowley moved again. "I can be gentler than you'd ever imagine, you just have to behave," he whispered, trying to soothe Cas. All he wanted was to finish the job and read his letter from Dean, desperately so.

"Just give me your dick and shut the hell up," Cas growled, trying to get his arms under his head for leverage. Crowley wasn't having it; he hopped off Castiel and wrapped his belt around his wrists behind his back, dragging him up by his hair so that he was sitting. Next he divested Cas of his clothing except his boxer briefs and threw him down onto the cement floor, skinning his knees. Cas was now face to face with the letter on his old bed, and his lips sought the thick stationery paper.

Crowley interrupted his thoughts by yanking his head back by his hair, and coming around in front of him, pushing down his pants. He leaned down and took the belt, pulling on Cas' hands so that they were taught behind him, defenseless. He wrapped the tail of the binding to the bed frame, keeping Cas on his knees with no way to control Crowley's movements. "Naughty boy, being so demanding," He muttered, keeping one hand fisted in Cas' hair as he lined himself up with Cas' mouth. Dean's angel licked his lips tentatively, breathing hard and just wanting this to be over.

He was too experienced with this; the act of forced fellation was a thing of the past, something he barely thought about any more. Balthazar had trained him well. He opened his mouth willingly and sank down until his nose his Crowley's pubes, coughing in the back of his throat slightly before pulling off to catch his breath.

"Oh, God I can see why your man loves you so much," Crowley gasped, thrusting into Cas' mouth harder and harder until Cas felt his balls draw up against his chin. He struggled to pull away before Crowley came, not wanting his semen all over him or in him at all. The demon wasn't having it, and pushed so that Castiel's shoulders and head were bent backward and pressed into the mattress behind him, blocking his escape. He came hard down Cas' throat, pushing as far deep as he could so that Castiel had to swallow or choke.

When he was done he unbound Castiel, tucking himself away before exiting. He turned at the edge of the room and reached back to cup Cas' ass. "Next time you pay with that, like you're supposed to. I went easy on you, peaches." He sauntered out of the room, leaving Castiel with angry tears and the need to throw up. He clutched the letter to his chest and waited five solid minutes before he went to the tiny grimy sink in the cell and filled his mouth with water, gargling before swallowing it so that he'd have something to throw up. Then he dug around and found a pen in his bedside table, sticking the rounded back part down his throat to make him gag. He vomited the watery semen into the sink, turning the water on full blast to rinse the offensive stuff down the drain. He threw up twice more to be sure and rinsed his mouth out again before he finally settled down with his letter from Dean.

The script was tiny and immaculate, obviously he'd thought hard about what to say, and wrote slowly. Castiel counted the pages, 12, front and back, and smiled. He rummaged around in his drawers again and found a pair of dusty old glasses, pushing the thick black frames up his nose so that he could properly read the little lines. The first page went like this:

Castiel, my Angel:

I've been here a grand total of two days and still my heart screams at me to hitch-hike back to you. I hope that no one is treating you poorly, and that Balthazar is keeping his distance. I am searching night and day for civil law books to get you out there; I believe that they have no legal standing if someone decides to sign you out. You may have to consent to being adopted by Ellen, which I found out is how she got me out. Otherwise I think that if you show "improvement" then one of us can sign you out like we are taking you to a halfway home-type situation, and then you can just live with us. That's as far as I've gotten right now but I need to know how you are doing, so please write me back. I love you so much it hurts! I hate not having you here in my bed; it feels so empty and pointless. At the same time, I know that you're dying to get out here with me, so we can have a life together and can be truly happy.

Do you remember when I told you about the night Sam and Bobby died? I have to be honest, it wasn't the truth. I mean, it was about 90% true, but the way the house caught on fire wasn't true. It wasn't Bobby's fault, it was mine. I left a cigarette burning in my hand and when I fell asleep it caught on the rug. It wasn't his fire place. I just needed to tell someone, if I tell anyone here I'll get in trouble. And the reason I was sent to the asylum is because I told the wrong person that I believed that it was retribution for my dad's obsession with demons and that he pissed off the wrong person. How else could someone lose so much with no evil intent?

Cas I've lost so much, and I know you've not exactly had the easiest life, especially since you've been admitted, but I can honestly say that I'm losing it out here alone. Jo and Ellen are amazing, they really are trying so hard to get me back into feeling normal, but the truth is I'm nothing here without you anymore. I'll be coming as soon as possible with release papers and whether that means you being adopted or me getting to check you out, it will happen. Keep up the faith, angel.

When a knock on his door startled him, Castiel jumped and stuffed the letter under his mattress, not knowing if he was technically allowed to have it or not. It was Lucifer.

"Hey, little man, how's it going?" he asked, glancing around the bare room, comparing it to his own cluttered existence with the god of writing down the hall. Lu smiled, looking down at Cas again.

"Fine, Lu, just reading and relaxing."

"Crowley came in here earlier, didn't he? I can smell the musky little shit." He wrinkled his nose.

"Yeah, he uh…delivered me a letter from Dean. Made me blow him for it," he rubbed his wrists where the leather had bit into his skin.

"And you didn't bite it off? Jeez, you have more patience than I do, obviously."

"So why did they let you out of solitary? Not going to try and kill Chuck again, are you?" Cas asked, gesturing for Lu to take a seat on the empty cot. He sank onto it, stretching out before answering.

"Nah, he's not worth the trouble any more. When Crowley's gang beat up Dean and they all got sent down with me, I realized that there can't be two devils. It's me or him. Chuck can come later, that little bastard. Next time he comes around, holler for me. Or avoid your room until lockup, so that I can have an excuse to get him red-handed trying to hurt someone. If I just go in his room and kill him I'll get in trouble, but-"

"But if you have bait it's okay? Wow." Cas sighed, staring at his feet. He wanted to finish his letter.

"I didn't mean it that way, Castiel. I just meant, he obviously has some sick claim on you. When he tries to make his next transaction make sure I'm close is all. I'll get him before you get hurt, promise." He held out his pinky to Cas, indicating a pinky-swear. Cas laughed and took the offer, hooking his own little finger around Lucifer's.

With a heavy sigh Lu pushed off the bed, leaving just as silently as he came to go prowl the halls and make others feel uncomfortable. A few minutes of silence followed his absence before Cas remembered his letter and dug it back out from under him to read some more.

~0~0~

"he's going to try to get me out," he whispered, leaning in close across Naomi's desk. It was a month after Dean's dismissal, and Cas was growing restless waiting.

"And does he know how he plans to do this?" she asked, not taking any notes and asking just as quietly. She had been trying to help a tiny bit ever since Dean had left, and Cas felt she was the only thing keeping him sane in here.

"His aunt, Ellen, adopted him legally. That's how she got him out. She's trying to do the same with me, but my dad won't sign the papers.

"Well, good thing that as your psychiatrist I can sign guardianship rights over. When they put you in here they had to sign over certain legal rights, one of which includes guardianship and medical permission. I think the only good next step in your medical care is getting you back to normal, and out there with Dean as fast as possible." Cas' jaw literally dropped open. He was dumbstruck!

"You…you'd be willing to sign me over?" she nodded.

"But, Castiel I must warn you, it costs a lot of money to get someone out of a psych ward that you have no blood connection to. She was able because they share a common grandfather, Dean's father and her late husband. It's a distant relationship, but one nonetheless. So it was only a processing fee for her to adopt him. But for you it's paying for the care you received here to pay back the state, and then the processing fee to have you legally adopted over age 18, and then the fees from the asylum itself. It will be a little over five thousand dollars, if I'm not mistaken."

With that his hopes were crushed; how was Dean a ever going to make that money any time soon? He left his appointment a little while later, after blithely discussing some more tactics, and went back to his room to write Dean a letter with the new information.

~0~0~

"Ellen!" Dean cried, running through the house to reach his aunt in the kitchen. He'd just read Cas' latest letter and discovered that the doctor he was under was more than willing to help get him out, but warned him about the cost.

"That is a lot of money, kid," she sighed, looking out the window at the Roadhouse. Dean had been working and saving every penny he earned from tips and salary to get legal aid and get Castiel out of the asylum as soon as possible. It had been almost two months now, and he was going crazy without his boyfriend around.

"I have about five hundred saved… I just wish—oh wait!" he yelled, running back to his room and then back to the kitchen. Ellen glared at him for being so raucous. "My Impala, I can sell it!" he held up a picture of himself, a five-year-old Sam, and his dad standing at Bobby's with a black 1967 Chevy Impala, all shiny and beautiful. "It's still at the shop, I got the whole thing when Bobby died, and I left the Impala there on purpose. I can use my savings to get a plane ticket to Indiana, get the car in good shape, and sell any of the rest of them that look good enough to get the money together!" he was excited, eyes lighted up with his new plan. It was the best one so far.

"Don't sell the shop, though, you and Cas can run it and rebuild the house, make yourself some money right from home," Ellen added sagely. Dean felt like his face was going to split in half from his smile; he had to tell Cas immediately! He ran to the living room and dialed information, which he knew he'd get a lashing from Ellen for later, and asked for the asylum in Tennessee. He was connected a good minute later.

Moccasin Bend Institute for the Criminally Insane

"Hi, I need to speak with Castiel Novak, please, immediately. It's a family emergency."

May I ask who is calling?

"Dean Novak," he answered immediately, hoping that Cas would deign to answer.

Just a minute, please the voice drawled. Dean rolled his eyes and tapped his foot, waiting. Two minutes ticked by before he heard echoes in what must be the cement halls of the asylum

Dean?! He heard. It was Castiel, running into the office area. He was out of breath, he had come so fast. Dean, is it really you?

"Yea, angel, it's me." he felt tears well up in his eyes immediately. "God, I miss your voice. I have to make this quick because Ellen will murder me if I rack up her phone bill, but I needed to tell you as soon as possible. I found a way out, and a future for us, if you want it," he added timidly. Cas huffed on the other end.

If I want it, are you serious? Get me the fuck out of here and with you, already, Winchester! Dean laughed at his tone.

"Okay, so I actually own Bobby's old car shop now, so I'm going to fly out to Indiana next week and start shaping up and selling the cars, then I'll come down and do the legal dance and pay the fees and get you out, then the two of us will live in Indiana and run the mechanic shop and rebuild the house. Does that sound good?" he asked. Cas was shocked on the other end; clearly Dean had done his homework on this one.

Dean do you know how to run a mechanic shop? I mean this all sounds more than fantastic I just don't want to get there and have it all fall apart around us.

"Cas, I know how to be a mechanic, I worked for Bobby until he died. It will be fine, I promise. Just give me the time to sell some cars so I have money for the fees, and then money for us to live off of after I get you. A month, at the absolute latest." Cas groaned loudly on the other end.

If it makes you come any faster, Crowley has a claim on me now. Lucifer, Chuck's roomie is trying to help me avoid him but so far it hasn't worked. Just get here faster so nothing else happens, please! I've already had to blow him for every letter you send, and he won't get me anything anymore without lip service, including smokes! I'm honestly surprised that he hasn't tried to fuck me yet.

"Are you fucking serious? And you just TAKE IT? CASTIEL JAMES NOVAK!" Dean yelled down the line, getting more pissed by the second. "Don't you dare just roll over and take it, he isn't Balthazar! FUCK!" Cas winced at his words.

Dean, if I want your letters, I have to. Dean felt bad for his outburst now, as Cas was speaking more ashamedly than ever.

"I'm sorry, angel I just hate people taking advantage of you. You're too cute for your own good, obviously. I'll be there as soon as possible, I promise. Don't you dare fuck Crowley, do you hear me?"

Yes Dean. I love you.

"I love you too, Cas. I'll write as soon as I'm at Bobby's. Bye," he hung up with furious tear in his eyes. He had to get there faster than he'd expected, and he knew that Cas told him his woes for that reason on purpose. He got up and went to open the bar for the night and hitched a ride from Jo to the airport to check on ticket prices. He was leaving in two days.

more in a week or so, as usual! please review, i'm losing faith here! tell me if you'd like to see anything specific