I hope it's not against the rules but I just took it off of being complete and decided to just continue. I couldn't think of a cool title for the second one either than Glue Two.

This chapter will contain attempted non-con and maybe some non-con, not with Dean though. If you are against this then don't read it, simple as that. You have been warned. By the end of this book though there will be DeanxCastiel though.

Castiel was content lying on the couch with his upper body lying on Dean's lap. He could spend the rest of his life like this, his owner's hand running through his hair.

"We have to leave in an hour," Mary whispers, standing next to the couch. "He's not going to like it."

"No he's not. It sucks; I just want to stay with him."

Castiel looked up at Dean and whined.

"Shh Cas, it's okay." The demon sighed. "When do these stitched come out?"

"A couple weeks from now, I would guess." Mary sighed a little. "I don't know what he was thinking putting him out there."

"It's not Dad's fault, he couldn't have known that Cas would do that."

"Yeah, I suppose."

Mary sat with them watching TV for the next hour. Then the end of the hour hit. "Alright Cas, come here," Mary coos picking him up under his armpits and setting him on her hip.

"Bye Castiel," Dean whispers hugging his angel tightly. "I'm sorry Angel, I have to go."

Castiel let out a cry struggling in Mary's arm. He had only gotten one weekend with him!

"Shh baby," the female demon whispers bouncing him slightly to calm him. She followed Dean outside but stood on the porch. "You're okay, shh."

Dean waved good bye and left.

Castiel screeched and pushed away from Mary.

"Castiel, no!"

The angel didn't listen and took off after Dean's car well in the direction that Dean's car had went. He heard Mary calling after him but he didn't care. He ran and ran as far as he could. He realized he didn't know where he was or where he was going right after running for a half hour and being exhausted. There were less houses now none of which he recognized.

He had to find Dean. He just had to. So he kept walking.

His stitched wing was starting to become sore.

A loud growl sounded from somewhere and he cowered down looking around. A large angel was charging at him from a yard. The angel was a male with sandy blonde hair. He barely had time to register that the angel was charging him before it was attacking him.

"Balthazar!"

The other angel had only gotten a bite to his shoulder before it took off back towards its house wings tucked. Castiel watched the angel retreat in fear, looking for whoever had yelled. There stood a man with sandy hair. He stared at Castiel, like he didn't believe his eyes.

"Hey little one," the man knelt down and held out his hand to him. "It's alright come here."

Castiel started to shake violently. This man had a scary voice even when he was trying to be gentle. Slowly the little angel started to crawl towards the man, keeping a special eye on the other angel who was sitting on the porch, glaring at him.

"Where did you come from?" He reached out petting his hair when he was close enough but stopping when he felt the stitches. "Look at you, you're all torn up. Wanna come inside?" Castiel moved around his stitches and gently got up to pick him up.

The angel whimpered but allowed him to pick him up, not wanting to be alone anymore.

"There we go." The demon started to the porch.

The other angel rose his wings a little and growled.

"Balthazar you stop that!"

Balthazar instantly became submissive again.

"Get inside you shithead," the demon kicked Balthazar's side and he ran into the house that the demon held open.

Castiel flinched upon the impact of his foot into the angel's side. He shouldn't have come with the demon. He started to struggle but was held tightly.

"Shh, calm down." The demon set him on the floor, shaking his head when he ran for the door and whined. "What are you doing?" The demon turned looking at something on the counter. When he turned back the angel was trying to find a place to hide. "You sure are skittish." The demon shook his head. "Want something to eat?" He grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and another from the ground. The one from the ground he filled with some food he had on the cupboard. "Here Balthazar," he slid the bowl to where the angel laid.

The angel quickly started to eat watching his owner and the smaller angel closely.

"Here little one," the demon set the bowl down close to himself.

Castiel glanced from the demon and back to the bowl repeatedly before inching closer. He had eaten this morning but after running for so long, he was hungry.

"Where did all of these come from," the demon asks. When Castiel started eating, he reached out and carefully ran a hand through his wing. He kneeled down and turned the collar around his neck. "Castiel?" The angel perked up confused at the demon saying his name, did he know him. "Let's see who you belong to." His eyes scanned his tag quickly. "Dean Winchester huh?"

Castiel looked up flapping his wings happily. Did he know Dean?

"Hmm. You be nice and keep him out of trouble," he orders Balthazar before leaving pushing Castiel back when he tried to go outside.

Castiel growled at Balthazar when he got up and crawled over to him.

"You know your growl isn't scary right," Balthazar chuckled. "I hope Lucifer decides to keep you."

"I have a home!" Castiel rose his wings, backing away from him.

"You really think that matters. You should have stayed at your home."

"Dean will find me if you try to keep me."

Balthazar pushed the little angel onto its side, not caring if Castiel decided to bite him. He put a hand on his shoulder holding him down. "Yeah well until then you are mine."

"Get off," Castiel growls, trying to get away from the larger angel.

"You're kind of cute you know." Balthazar leaned down sniffing at his neck.

"I said get off!" Castiel sunk his teeth into the other angel's arms. Balthazar pulled back in surprise giving Castiel enough time to get away and dart under a table. He had to push chairs out of his way to get under there but it gave himself more protection.

"You little shit, I'll rip you to fucking shreds." The large angel went after him knocking over chairs to try and get at him.

Castiel stayed under there as long as possible keeping his distance from the other angel before he had to leave and ran in a random direction. It was the wrong decision he ended up running into a cabinet. Balthazar was close and he had only one choice. He went up. He climbed and flapped his wings to help him, causing painful strain on his stitches, but his flight feathers had never been cut after his last molt so they still helped. The top of the cabinet was at least three feet taller than Balthazar when he stood on two. Once he was up there, he got as far back as he could and curled up in a ball.

Balthazar shot threats and pushed at the cabinet but never attempted to get on two legs and get him.

The young angel looked over at his wing, flinching when he saw a couple of the stitches got ripped.

Castiel was laying up there for ten minutes before Balthazar gave up and went off somewhere else. He stayed where he was though. When the door opened, he perked up but instantly tried to make himself small. He had a feeling climbing on top of the cabinet was frowned upon.

"What the fuck," Lucifer, he assumed, screamed. "Balthazar what the fuck did you do!?" He stepped into the dining room and looked around stopping when he saw Castiel up on the cabinet. "What the hell are you doing up there? Balthazar!"

Balthazar whined and came from the other room.

"What the hell did you do?"

Balthazar whined and laid down on his stomach.

"You're in big trouble," Lucifer tells him. "Get outside," he opened the door, kicking the angel when he passed him. "Fucking useless." When he turned back to Castiel he let out a sigh. "Hey baby," his tone changed automatically. "You wanna come down from there." He grabbed a chair going over to the cabinet. He stood up on the chair, grabbing Castiel by his upper arm so he could grab him under his armpits. "You're poor wing."

Castiel tried to scramble away but gave up quickly allowing Lucifer to take him over to the couch.

Lucifer sighed as he looked over the wing. "You're going to need those re-stitched." He scratched behind Castiel's ear smiling when the angel leaned into his hand. "You think your owner would sell you to me?"

The angel tried to work through his words but was having a hard time with it.

Balthazar chirped outside and there was an audible sound of a car pulling into the driveway. "Looks like Crowley is here." Lucifer patted his shoulder and got up, picking up the chair's quickly. "Balthazar," he calls opening the door. "You had better not get hit by a car."

The angel came running into the house still chirping and going off to somewhere in the house.

"Dumbass," Lucifer mutters, watching Balthazar go before turning back to the door. "Hello Crowley."

"Hello Lucifer." Crowley stepped into the house. He looked around pausing when he saw Castiel on the couch. "Who is this?"

"Castiel," Lucifer replies looking over at the angel as well, smiling when he ducked his head under the eyes of the demons. "I found him outside earlier; I thought Balthazar was going to kill him."

"He's nice looking. Are those stitches?"

"Yeah not sure why? I suppose I should try and find his home tomorrow. It's a shame because I want to keep him."

"Well, you could always take off the collar and hope his owner's don't show up."

"Go look at that collar. It had to be expensive. He's either a pampered pet or an expensive breeder, well future breeder. Those people get crazy when you steal their pets."

"It's not technically stealing. I'll take him, if you don't want to keep him."

"You want to chance that?"

"Why not?" Crowley walked over to Castiel, sighing when the angel ran away from him and hid under a coffee table. He knelt down next to the table, reaching under the table and pulling him out by his neck. Castiel yelped scrambling to get away.

"Careful don't give him a heart attack."

"He's fine." Crowley picked him up setting him on the table. "You sure are cute. I bet he'd get along great with Samandriel and Gabe."

Castiel perked up at the mention of the name. Gabe?

"You can take him but if his owner's ask if I've seen him, I'm sending them right to you." Lucifer patted the angel's head.

"Fine." Crowley laughed. "Now where's Balthazar? I want to see that shit head."

"Balthazar!" Lucifer called waiting. "Balthazar!"

Balthazar came back into the room slowly.

"Hey Balthazar," Crowley says walking over to him and patting his head. "Do you know, he has a bite wound on his arm?"

Lucifer had been helping Castiel off of the table when he heard what Crowley said. He kept ahold of Castiel's collar. "How bad is it?"

"Won't need stitches, so not that bad."

"Stupid fucking angels," Lucifer smacked Castiel's injured wing, letting go of his collar and letting him room when he freaked out.

"Chill, at least he didn't take a chunk out of him."

"Get that angel out of here before I kill him."

"Seriously, you hurt Balthazar more than that on a daily basis."

"Crowley get the fucking angel out of my house."

"Fine," Crowley walked over to Castiel and picked him up. "See you when you're not being a grumpy ass."