Dear Viewers

Warning: Violence.

Castiel had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed, holding Deans hand the whole night. Castiel was woken up to a shake to his shoulder. He rubbed his eyes and yawned and the first thing he saw was Deans still form, if it was not for all the tubes Castiel would have thought that Dean was just sleeping, his face looking at peace.

He looked to the left where Bobby was arranging some supplies onto a shelf against the wall, totally unaware of what Castiel had done to Dean last night. How he had practically made love to a corpse. Castiel sighed deeply at the realization of it. He was mated to someone who he couldn't be with.

The weird part was that he already felt different with Deans seed planted inside him, slowly but surely growing. Castiel had heard of demon and angel hybrid babies, they were treated as demon offspring when born.

If Castiel could just go unnoticed until he was ready to give birth to a healthy baby...deans baby, it would be accepted as one of the demons own in their society. Demon-Angel babies were extremely rare since they the two rarely had sex together as mates. But it was possible. And there was no doubt in Castiels mind that he was carrying apart of Dean inside him.

"I asked John about...Dean." Bobby grunted.

Castiels ears popped up in interest.

"He said he couldn't find it in himself to give his own son Euthanasia."

Castiel sighed a breath of relief he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"But his plans are still the same for you." Bobby dead panned.

"Don't you work there? At the plantation" Castiel asked

"John only lets me go on Mondays as a doctor, the rest of the time I'm to busy working here." Bobby grunted as he lifted up a heavy looking cardboard box.

"Bobby..." Castiel asked softly

Bobby looked up at Castiel.

"Can you keep me posted on..."

Bobby sighed. "Your just gonna make it harder for yourself."

Castiel looked down at his and Hand wrapped around Deans.

"Oh, alright...but don't say I never did anything for yuh." Bobby grunted

Bobby stepped out of the room carrying the cardboard box and Castiel looked back at Dean and clutched his hand just that much tighter.

"I'm going to have to leave soon my love." Castiel whispered.

Castiel leaned over to whisper in Deans ear.

"You come back to me, I'll wait as long as it takes...just come back to me." Castiel choked out, trying hard to keep his voice steady.

He kissed Deans cheek softly. His wings drooping in despair.

Just then Castiel heard heavy boots.

He pulled away fast enough to let the kiss go unnoticed. And as fast as he could, unraveled his hand from Deans, which wasnt really fast. It took all his will power, and was one of the hardest things he's ever had to do. It was letting go.

John entered the room Bobby close behind him.

John looked at Deans body and then looked at Castiel slumped in the chair and looked...enraged.

"Bobby why is this angel in here?" He growled out, not sounding friendly at all.

Castiel flinched.

"John, come on don't take it out on hi-"

"I'd watch that tongue of yours of you fancy your job, now answer the god damn question." John hissed out venomously.

Bobby looked shocked but then looked down at his worn out old boots and complied.

" Dean really liked this angel, I thought maybe it would help him..."

"Help him what Bobby? Help him wake up?" John looked furious, filled with rage.

Bobby shook his head slowly "Help him heal." Bobby whispered.

"My son is as good as dead Bobby, the sooner we all accept that the better." John grunted.

Bobby didn't have a reply to that. But Castiel did.

"No." Castiel whined his voice breaking amd tears spilling over his eyes.

John looked shocked. "What?"

"Don't say that." Castiel choked out on a sob.

"I can say whatever I please angel, and don't you forget it." John snarled

"Bobby go get a collar and leash so you can-" John cut himself off

"Actually I would like to take him there myself" John stated.

Castiel choked out on a sob and put his face in his hands and started crying hard.

When Bobby came it wasn't with Castiels original training collar. This one was just a plain chestnut brown. In Bobbies other hand he had a strong threaded looking leather leash, of the same color.

John took it from Bobby and went over to the hunched figure in the chair.

"Stand up angel." John growled.

Castiel didn't hear him over his own sobs of despair.

This enraged John greatly " I said...STAND UP!" John yelled.

Castiel looked up and complied immediately on shaky legs. His whole body shaking over. John had a good 4 inches on him and towered over him.

"Save some tears for later angel, then I'll give you something to cry about." John hissed as he strapped the leather band around Castiels soft throat, tight.

Castiel stopped crying at the feeling of being choked, his face was still puffy with tears.

Then John loosened it up, only a small bit though so Castiel could breath. Castiel was scarred now, it wouldn't do well for him to die, because he would never have Deans baby, and Dean would die right here in this hospital bed, and the world would never get to experience apart of Dean Wimchester, the demon Castiel loved.

John grabbed the leash from Bobby and attached it quickly.

He was practically pulled out the door by John, who was much much stronger then him.

Bobby gave him a sad look of sympathy.

This was it. This was goodbye.

He looked back to the whispered loved so much, but was yanked out of the room before he could say anything, the collar around his throat was tight, causing him to choke and gasp.

John didn't let up till they were fully down stairs in the hall where they walked to the next building over. It looked just as big as Winchester mansion, but was much much less homely in a sense. It was a major white barn, which was connected to a stables.

John handed him to a dark skinned man, who chilled Castiel to the bone.

"Morning Mr. Winchester." The dark skinned man said in greeting.

"Gordon, I'd like you to meet Castiel, he's about a week and a half behind on his training, and needs to make up for it fast. And your the only trainer who can take him on short notice."

Gordon nodded

"He's gotta mouth on him too, so don't be afraid to go full out on him, just don't do anything that will scar, he was extreamly expensive." John directed.

Castiel was shaking in horror now. Dean had mentioned a Gordon when he was sleeping. And from what Castiel could tell, he wasn't good.

John gave the leash to Gordon who wrapped it around his hain subconsciously to make it shorter.

If John realized he didn't say anything.

"I'll be back in a month to see his progress, which I do expect."

Gordon nodded again, the two shook hands then John was on his way.

Gordon pulled on the leash and Castiel followed, to afraid to do anything else.

Castiel stumbled over a bucket of water in the stables, making Gordon's working boots soaked.

Gordon stopped and glared down at Castiel. God Castiel hated being shorter then everyone else.

And then before Castiel knew what hit him, his cheek was on fire. He gasped at what had just happened. Castiel had never been struck before, all the demons were to afraid to hurt him due to the money he was worth.

This demon was obviously different.

He found himself being pulled up by the collar so that him and Gordon noses were almost touching noses. Castiel couldn't breath. He flared his wings, but Gordon just looked amused.

"You wanna play dirty little angel, I can play dirty."

Castiel cast his eyes down to the floor, he didn't want to appear challenging, he was a submissive, not a dominant angel. He couldn't breath with Gordon holding his collar like this. He dropped his wings, dropping them to show he wasn't rebelling, what he had done was a complete accident. Couldn't Gordon see that? He let his body go completely limp. Even If Castiel fought with tooth and nail, this demon had a death grip on his collar. He would be expecting that and was ready for it.

Gordon seemed satisfied by the angels defeat and let Castiel go.

Castiel sucked in oxygen into his burning lungs greedily, his cheek still burned.

Gordon led Castiel down the Hall to a stall door, where he removed his leash, but not the collar and pushed him in.

Castiel landed in warm, clean hay. The stall was filled with it.

He looked up soon enough to see Gordon slide and lock the heavy door which the lower half wood, upper half open but barred. Every side of his stall was like the door, it followed the same pattern. Lower half wood, upper half bar.

Gordon walked out of the stable house, it was the middle of the day and lighsaw flooded that stable since there was a door every 15 feet.

Castiel got up and walked gingerly through the hay to the left hand side. Through the bars he saw a bigger, fatter, looking angel who was sitting in the hay and licking his fingers looking like he was enjoying himself. Honey from the smell of it, was what he was licking. The bigger angel noticed he was being watched and looked up, not looking friendly at all.

"Got an issue?" The angels deep voice rumbled.

He was a dominant, no doubt about it.

"No..." Castiel tried to keep the irritation out of his voice.

"The first angel he met since his encapturmemt was a dick, great."

"Then get lost." The angel dismissed and went back to licking.

Castiel felt all hope of having friends here diminish, and he layer down in the hay, which was the only thing comforting at the moment.

There was no doubt the plantation was the gates to hell.