Dean gulped and his breath caught even as his chest began to heave. The only solace he had was Cas's hand gripping his very tightly. They were back in hell. This place… this place… it just brought back so many memories. Wretched memories.

The torture he was subjected to for so many years, torture in every way imaginable. But worse still were the memories of the torture he subjected to other souls in order to find some relief from his own pain. That was the one thing in all his life he regretted most, he thought. It tore him up inside when he thought about it.

And being back in this dark and terrifying place, with the screams assaulting his ears, and worse, the laughter from the torturers, the smell of sulfur, of blood, the sight… it was enough to send him into a panic attack. He began heaving and shaking and he had to close his eyes. He couldn't bear to see this place, not again, not anymore.

"Get... me… out… of… here…" Dean pleaded to Cas between deep breaths.

Cas grabbed him by the shoulders and turned Dean to face him. "Dean," he said, his voice filled with such unconditional love. "You can do this."

Dean shook his head. His eyes began tearing up. "No, I spent forty years here. I can't be here for another minute. Not again! I can't do it Cas, I can't…"

Cas interrupted Dean by crashing his soft angelic lips into Dean's. Cas slipped his tongue into Dean's mouth, drawing a deep heated passion out of Dean. It was slow to obtain, because Dean was reluctant to let go of his torment. But the lust and fiery emotions were inevitable. Before too long, Cas found one of Dean's hand on the back of his head and one grasping his firm ass. Cas smiled into the kiss. He could kiss Dean forever and never stop, but Dean was human and had to breathe. The angel broke the kiss after several seconds.

Dean frowned. "Why'd you stop?"

Cas smiled. "To let you breathe."

The hunter laughed. "Next time, just suffocate me baby." He paused for a moment. "I have to say, that was by far the best thing that's ever happened here. But wow, I mean, I knew your kisses could make me feel better but I didn't know they could calm me so much."

"Honestly Dean, it is part of my angel charm."

"I'll say," Dean agreed.

"Boys, boys, boys," came Crowley's voice, as he appeared from around the corner. "You're keeping your audience waiting. Chop, chop!"

"Fuck you asshole," Dean spat, turning to face the king of hell. He took a step toward Crowley, but Cas put an arm in front of him to stop him.

"You're in my house now, so you might want to watch your words," Crowley reminded them. "Now make your way to the throne room. The sooner you get started, the sooner it will be over." He paused. "Besides, you might want to be quick about this. Time runs differently here, don't you forget."

Dean's eyes widened. "As much as I hate to admit it Cas, he's right. I don't want to do this, but let's get this over with. If we take too long, when we get back, a week may have past."

Cas nodded and grabbed his hand, quickly leading him in the direction Crowley had gone off to. Within a few minutes, they had entered what was presumably the throne room. Crowley was already sitting upon his throne, which was at the top of what were probably fifty steps of stairs. Skulls surrounded his throne, which was so black it was almost as if it weren't even there. The throne was difficult to look at for an extended period of time.

Skeletons and bodies hung throughout the room and fire burned in various seemingly random spots throughout the throne room. The smell of blood was even stronger here. But Crowley still had his signature flare in the room. A world class bar was next to his throne, with liquors and glasses galore. A demon stood behind it, ready to make any drink at Crowley's demand.

But none of that was what caught Cas's and Dean's eyes the most. No, what they found most disconcerting were the amount of demons that filled this room. They had to have numbered in the hundreds. And every black eye was on them as they were entering the room. Dean tried not to look any of them in the faces, and while there were plenty of sneers directed at him, he also couldn't help but seeing some grins. They looked way too eager for the show.

Dean felt vile rising up in his throat and he forced it back down. He was repulsed. How could he possibly sink any lower than putting on a porn show in front of his enemies? Could anything possibly be more humiliating?

Cas gently squeezed Dean's hand, almost instantly calming him. "Just look at me," Cas whispered. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Dean nodded, keeping his eyes focused on Cas, letting his angel guide him. He was so not in control of what he felt. Just seconds ago he was angry, repulsed… but now, lust was stirring in him with fierceness unmatched.

They were now feet from the demons and they began to part to let them through. "Don't look away from me," Cas told Dean. "Keep your eyes on mine."

Just as his pulse was picking up at being that close to all those demons, it started slowing down at Cas's gentle, reassuring words. Despite the awful situation, Dean gave Cas a small smile.

When the sea of demons parted fully for them, Dean could see in his peripheral vision that there was a bed in the middle of the room, covered with black satin sheets. Even as a large part of him felt really nervous at the prospect of having sex in front of so many evil strangers, there was another part that couldn't wait to feel those luxurious sheets against his body as Cas plowed into him. Though there was the third part, the guilty part of him. Kevin's body wasn't even cold yet and here he was in hell with Cas about to do the deed in front of a bunch of evil scumbags. The only thing that alleviated his guilt, even a little bit, was the fact that he had no choice and he was doing this so it would lead to them getting the information they needed to take down that rapey asshole. The means justified the ends, right?

In seconds, they were in the middle of the room, less than a foot from the bed. Dean could feel all the eyes boring into them, but Crowley's eyes were the ones he felt most intently. He risked a glance away from Cas to look at Crowley. The King of Hell sat back in his throne, fully relaxed, legs kicked up on the back of a demon that were on all fours in front of him. He smiled at Dean and gestured to the bed.

Dean quickly looked away, his face flushing red with anger and embarrassment. He had to say something to put off the inevitable for just a few seconds more, to give himself time to let his mind wrap itself around what he was about to do. "Crowley, what the fuck is up with the decor in here? Thought maybe you were a bit more original than the last guy."

Crowley laughed and shook his head. "I have spent the majority of my time topside squirrel, so haven't had the time to redecorate. Though I do like my bar. Speaking of, barkeep, bring me a scotch on the rocks. Daddy's thirsty." He smiled at Cas and Dean. "Anyways, get on with it all ready. I detest being kept waiting."

Dean felt himself getting angry, but Cas quickly caught his eyes again, and once again, he felt a contentment. He felt his lust stirring back up. Suddenly, the angel picked up his hunter and gently lowered him on to the bed.

Dean gripped on to Cas's trench coat, removing it. The sheets were cool against his skin, despite the mugginess and the heat of hell. He felt Cas lower his weight down on top of him, meeting Dean's lips with his own. The kiss started out slow but quickly sped up with roughness and passion. His lips would have bruises tomorrow. Dean smiled into the kiss.

Crowley leaned forward in his seat, taking his feet off his demon stool. One of his feet landed on the demon's hands and Crowley made no attempt to remove it. The demon winced but made no attempt to remove his hand from the current position.

Simultaneously, Cas and Dean ripped each other's shirts open, sending buttons flying. Dean removed Cas's black jacket, pulling with it the ruined white dress shirt. The blue tie remained around Cas's neck and Dean made no attempt to remove it. He found it hot and it felt good when it dragged across his heated chest.

Dean knew his sexual performance should have been affected by the amount of demonic voyeurs in the room, but he was losing himself in the act with Cas almost completely. Later, when he had the chance to think this over, he would wonder if there was something more going on. Sure, Cas had a way of affecting his emotions with just a glance or a touch. But he would ponder if maybe Cas had a way of intensifying certain emotions, such as lust, love, and passion. Eventually, he would find that to be the truth and he would always be grateful that Cas had been able to do that for him.

Dean grinned up at Cas, suddenly flipping him over so that he was on top. He unzipped his pants and quickly removed them. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Cas was going commando, as his large rock hard cock flopped out immediately. Dean gripped it in his fist and began jerking it with wild abandon.

Cas's breath quickened and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. "Oh Dean," he cried out.

Crowley leaned back again, suddenly unzipping his pants. He slowly reached into his pants and began pulling at his dick.

Dean lowered himself until his head was just inches from Cas's dick. He licked at the head and down the shaft. He grazed his tongue across the angel's balls, tasting sweat and something that was uniquely angel, taking one at a time in his mouth, before returning his attention to Cas's cock. He took the head into his mouth, tasting his angel's thick cock. The sweet taste of angel precum was just too good.

Cas began moaning at the attention.

At this point, Crowley's cock was out, being jerked almost violently. It wasn't long, though not short, but it was extremely thick. "Stool," he said down to the demon on all fours at his feet. "Pleasure me immediately."

The demon stool nodded and got to his knees, and without hesitation, began sucking off his demonic master.

"Fuck yeah," Crowley whispered, leaning back into the throne as he watched Dean slam Cas's cock into the back of his throat.

"Oh fuck," Cas shouted.

Crowley looked around the room, happy to see that most male demons had their cocks out, jerking while watching the scene before them. Many were even fucking, women and men alike. He chuckled softly. The elder Winchester brother and the great and mighty angel Cas would never be able to live this down.

He looked up above the bed, at the skeleton hanging there. He could see the camera hidden in the eye socket, filming the whole thing. The hunter community would get a kick out of this. The Winchesters and their pet angel would have their reputation soiled forever… if he released the video that is. Maybe he could just score another deal. He smiled at the thought.

Crowley looked back at the scene on the black satin clad bed. He loved what he saw. Dean was now lowering himself on to Cas's huge cock and it took no time at all for Dean to devour that angel dick. The hunter gasped, feeling the most welcome intrusion. He sat on it for several seconds, letting himself adjust to Castiel's girth and length. He counted himself lucky that his angel wasn't small.

Dean started rocking on Cas's cock, moaning as he did so, and lifting himself before quickly lowering himself back down, aiming for his prostate. Dean leaned down, keeping Cas firmly inside him, and started kissing Cas deeply. It was a unique sensation, mixed with pleasure and pain. It wouldn't be the same if there wasn't that smidgen of pain that came along with it. He reveled in it.

Crowley pushed the head of his cock sucker deep down until his mouth met his balls. He stretched the demon's jaw open wide until it unhinged and he pushed his fat balls into the demon's mouth as well. The demon squirmed uncomfortably but made no attempt to stop. He continued pleasuring his king, bobbing his head up and down on Crowley's fat cock. Crowley began moaning, quiet at first, and then much louder. He made no attempt to muffle himself. His chest rose and fell. Crowley could feel the pressure building. It was going to happen. Without warning his stool, Crowley exploded, shooting deep into his servant's mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He came for almost an entire minute, most likely enough to fill a mug full. Despite the sheer amount, the demon swallowed promptly, knowing if a single drop was spilled, he would most likely be vanquished. One was not to waste any seed of the King of Hell.

He could see that the sex sounds he had made when ejaculating had caught Dean's and Cas's attention, but they quickly looked away and continued pleasuring themselves. Sure, they looked uncomfortable. But he could see at least a small amount of curiosity in those eyes too. He filed that away to explore later.

Crowley smiled and patted the back of the demon's head. "That's good my pet. Now get back into position."

The stool got back onto all fours and Crowley put his feet up and leaned back, continuing to watch the show. He left his slightly softened and wet cock out, knowing any minute now, it would be hardening again.

Dean was still grinding on Cas, taking his cock deep and hard. Both of their bodies were glistening with sweat and they were both breathing heavily.

Cas ran his hands over Dean's chest and grabbed on to his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. As they kissed, Cas took Dean's length in his fist and began pumping him, feeling the solid girth of his member. It drove Cas wild.

Dean's breathing became even wilder and out of control, his eyes glazing over with lust unbridled, rolling into the back of his head. His heart was hammering against his chest. There was just so much stimulation.

Dean squeezed his rectum around Cas, tightening around him. He pulled himself up until the head was barely in him and then without warning, slammed back down on Cas, which caused the angel to cry out in pleasure and surprise. Smiling at the response this action gave him, Dean rode for a few more seconds and then repeated his action, smiling devilishly down at Cas. When he slammed back down on his angel, Cas moaned even louder. He let go of Dean's cock. He could no longer concentrate enough to both pleasure Dean and receive it from him. He was by far too engrossed with Dean's ass to care about anything else right now.

"I'm," Cas shouted out. "I'm… I'm gonna cum soon Dean."

Dean nodded and smiled. "Fill me up big boy," Dean replied.

Cas threw Dean a wicked sex smile. Suddenly, Cas had picked up Dean and laid him down on the bed, re-positioning themselves so that he was on top of his Winchester, all the while staying inside him. He thrust almost violently into Dean, losing control of himself. The sudden rough thrusts really hurt Dean, but he didn't show it in his eyes. Truth be told, it also felt beyond amazing. Dean's ass was a powerful thing indeed. It had turned a mighty celestial being of heaven into an untamed beast.

Within seconds, Cas was moaning very loudly and shouting "Dean" over and over again. With a few more final rough thrusts, Cas was spilling himself inside Dean. Several spurts shot inside him and it was just seconds later when Dean's cock began to shower the bed spread with his cum. Cas smiled. He loved fucking the cum out of Dean.

Dean could feel his insides healing themselves slightly from the assault on his ass. Angel cum was definitely a healing elixir.

Cas leaned up and kissed Dean deeply. "I love you," he whispered into Dean's ear.

"I'm all yours baby," Dean said back. "Always."

Cas felt himself flying inside at Dean's words. Always was a long time and he hoped it would be true. As Cas slowly slipped out of Dean, some of his cum dripped out of Dean, staining the black sheets with his white spunk. He gave Dean another quick kiss.

Their breathing began to slow down and then realization began to creep in. They looked around the room, seeing so many naked demons in the room staring at them, many still jacking off and others still fucking. They quickly covered themselves with the black silk sheets, their faces flushing red with embarrassment.

"Oh my fucking god," Dean cried out. "Hell is pervert heaven."

"I thought that was obvious," Cas whispered into Dean's ear. The angel looked up at Crowley. "I believe our end of the contract is finally fulfilled."

Crowley laughed, shaking his head. "Not so fast," he said.

"What," Dean shouted. "No way! We put on your sick show. We're out of here!"

"You put on half the show." Crowley smiled down at them. "I want the full show."

Dean looked confused.

"What do you mean Crowley," Cas asked.

"It's your turn," Crowley responded. He looked at Dean and winked. "I want you to fuck your little angel now."

Dean gulped. "But…"

Cas grabbed Dean by the chin and looked him in the eyes. "It's okay Dean. Let's just make sure to do it quickly."

His eyes were angry but he reluctantly nodded.

"Fine," Cas shouted up at Crowley. "We'll do it."

"Good," Crowley said, standing up. He kicked his demon stool out of the way and started to walk down the stairs. "I'm glad there won't be a problem."

"What are you doing," Dean asked, trying to keep his eyes off of Crowley's exposed crotch, which was fully hard again.

"I want a front row seat this time around."

Dean shook his head. "Whatever."

"Stand up," Cas said.

Dean looked puzzled, but did as he was told.

Cas took Dean into his mouth, sucking him back to life again.

Dean watched as Crowley was walking up to them, his face now inches from his. He thought this would make him soften, would turn him off, but all it did was make him feel more excited. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he began thrusting into Cas's throat with little concern, taking solace in the fact that his mate didn't need to breathe.

"You," Crowley said, causing Dean to open his eyes slightly. Seeing that he was talking to someone else, Dean closed his eyes again and relaxed, continuing to thrust into his angel's throat. "And you."

Two male muscle built demons walked up to Crowley and waited for his next commands. He pointed at the dark haired one and had him bend over. Without prepping him or using any spit or lube he slammed into his demon. The demon grimaced in pain, but was not surprised in the least, and began taking Crowley's brutal thrusts like a champ. He told the red headed demon to start fucking the dark haired demon's throat. Promptly, he also did as he was told.

Who knew that along with an iron fist, Crowley also ruled hell with an iron cock?

Dean pulled Cas's head off his cock, feeling the warm air of hell on the wet skin of his engorged member, and then slammed back into his angel's throat. He could tell Cas was actually enjoying this, as he was jerking himself furiously.

"That's enough oral sex," Crowley told Cas, his tone beyond dominant. "Now bend over for your precious Winchester, God's pet."

Cas followed Crowley's command, getting to his feet, all the while keeping his eyes on Dean's cock, wishing he was back on his knees again. Oh, how blasphemous he has become. He smiled. He wouldn't have it any other way. Without any further hesitation, he laid down on the bed, spreading his legs wide for Dean. He looked up at his hunter with expecting eyes, with eyes hungry with lust, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He wasn't usually the one to bottom, but he was certainly looking forward to feeling Dean inside him, kissing him, filling him with his human seed.

Dean spat into his hand and was about to coat his dick, so that he could enter Cas as smoothly as possible. He just wished they would have had the foresight to bring some KY. Oh well, nothing to be done about it now. He would work with what he had.

"You boys aren't listening," Crowley said. "You two move over there," he said, pointing at the other side of the bed, even as he was still thrusting violently into his demon. "And Cas, I said I want you to bend over for him, like the little bitch you really are." He ignored the sneer Dean threw his way and the ashamed look that crossed Castiel's features just a moment. "No passionate love making this time." He paused and looked at the hunter. "And Dean, wipe that spit on the sheets. I want you to fuck your angel dry."

"No," Dean immediately protested. "I don't want to hurt him. I won't do it."

"You'll do as I say," Crowley said, his eyes darkening.

Dean shook his head vehemently.

Crowley suddenly whistled. "Come here boy!"

Dean heard a barking and paws running along the floor and turned to see what was happening. Both Cas's eyes and Dean's grew large with shock and fear. Dean had never seen a hellhound before. They were terrifying. The monster was huge and black, with teeth and eyes that struck terror deep in his soul. The beast's tongue hung low out of its mouth, almost grazing the floor, as he pawed across the throne room on all fours, entirely too happy and playful for his appearance. Dean shook his head in disbelief, hoping to rid the image of the monster. But the sight didn't vanish. There was a freaking hellhound in the throne room now.

"What is the meaning of this," Cas spat, getting up. "If he lays one claw on Dean, I will find a way to smite you once and for all! Do not doubt me."

The hellhound walked right by Cas and Dean, a low growl in its throat as it glanced at them. He stopped a couple of feet from Crowley, his tail wagging.

"You misunderstand my intent," Crowley replied to the angel, the tone of his voice dark with sinister intent. "Come here boy."

Crowley started petting his hellhound behind the ears, not stopping his assault on his demon's ass for even a second. "Who's a good boy?"

The hellhound licked Crowley across the face, giving him a bark as well.

The King of Hell looked over at Dean. "You will fuck your angel just as I desire and show him no mercy, or my hellhound will do it for you."

Dean paled as his jaw dropped. He shook his head. "Oh come on Crowley. You can't be serious. That's too sick, even for you dammit!"

Crowley grinned. "Don't believe me?" He looked at his hellhound. "Boy, have fun."

The hellhound's tongue stretched out even further, now dragging across the floor as he made his way closer to the couple of the bed. Dean began shaking but still didn't truly think Crowley would go through with it. He was bluffing. He had to be.

The hellhound was at their bed now. Suddenly, its tongue darted out, licking across Dean's ankle. Dean could feel the tongue wrap all the way around his ankle and up his leg, halfway to his knee. It was rough and wide and way too hot.

Dean screamed. "No, stop! I'll do it!"

Crowley whistled and the dog was back at his side in seconds, tail wagging. "I thought you would see it my way Winchester." His eyes quickly shot back and forth between the angel and the hunter. "Now get to it already."

Dean looked down at Cas, his eyes saturated with worry for Cas and with an unfounded guilt. This wasn't his fault. He had to do what he said or Cas would have to get fucked by a hellhound. That wasn't happening.

"It's all right Dean," Cas said. "I heal quickly. I can handle it."

"But," Dean started, his eyes creased with worry.

"No buts, just fuck me so we can get out of here."

"Always the romantic aren't you," Dean mumbled.

"Listen to your angel," Crowley cut in. He looked at his demons and pulled out of the dark haired one. He sat down on the bed. "You two switch now." The red haired demon moved and sat down on his master's cock and began riding him and as he rode it, his cock was thrusting into the other demon's throat. He looked at Dean and Cas, who were watching the scene before him. "Proceed the fucking now."

Cas and Dean looked away and got into position. Dean was behind Cas, who was bent over the bed, his ass in the air, ready for Dean to enter.

Dean placed the tip of his cock at Cas's entrance, wishing he could lube it with his spit. He started to push in slowly, hoping to minimize the pain on his lover.

"Push yourself all the way in him now Dean. Don't pussyfoot around," Crowley demanded, pushing into his demon roughly and fast. "Fuck, this feels good."

Dean knew it was pointless to protest so he did as he was told. Even as Cas cried out in pain into the mattress, he was ashamed to admit that it still felt amazing.

As he began plowing into his angel with little abandon, his only comfort in the fact that Cas would heal quickly, Cas's angel wings erupted out of his back, spreading wide and far. Several demons gasped at that. Some even looked a little afraid. Dean grinned. Some of the guilt Dean had been feeling lessened a bit, knowing his wings only came out like that during sex when he was feeling intense pleasure. Who knew Cas could be a sadist?

Dean gripped Cas tightly on the hips and drove deeply into him, finding Cas's sweet spot and hitting it repeatedly and without mercy. He took one hand off Cas's hips and reached around and began jerking his angel off as he continued to pump himself into him.

"I don't think I'm gonna last much longer babe," Dean suddenly cried out, his words peppered between moans as he fucked Cas deep and hard. He took his hand from Cas's cock, needing to balance himself more or he would collapse on Cas. Both his hands were now gripped tightly on Cas's hips. He would surely leave bruises there. Not that it truly mattered, because bruises usually healed on him within a matter of minutes.

"Both of you," Crowley said, capturing Dean's attention. Cas's face was shoved into the mattress, lost in a world of pleasure. Crowley reached over and grabbed on to Cas's tie and yanked, forcing Cas to look up at him . "I want you both to look into my eyes as you two finish." Crowley threw the tie into the angel's face.

Neither Dean nor Cas wanted to do that, but they did as they were told, ready to close the curtain on their freaky ass sex show.

Cas's wings were flapping in slow but steady thrusts, sending large black feathers flying through the air and floating all around them. Dean could feel the feathers grazing his back and his chest as they fell down and instead of tickling him, all they did was send shivers of satisfaction through his body, triggering gasps of pleasure and lust.

Dean roughly grabbed Cas's hair and yanked his head back to kiss him as he felt himself getting closer. He quickly broke the kiss though as Crowley objected. The demon wanted both pairs of eyes on him as they came.

Dean reached around and grasped Cas's cock once more and began jerking him ferociously. He desperately wanted Cas to cum at the same time as he did.

Cas knew what he was trying to do. The angel knew how to trigger his orgasms on demand, so was ready to ejaculate when Dean was.

It was just a matter of time now, most likely only a few more thrusts. Dean could feel the pressure building. Dean leaned down, careful to keep his eyes on Crowley, as his lips brushed Cas's ears. "I'm about to cum," Dean breathed. While most of him was disturbed for having to watch Crowley as he fucked his angel, not made love to, but fucked the shit out of, there was a smaller part in him that found a sick kind of excitement in this. He did his best, unsuccessfully, to wipe that thought out of his head. Careful to keep his eyes on Crowley though, he kissed along the back of his boyfriend's neck. Afterwards, he then took both hands and reached for the base of Cas's wings, massaging and pinching certain parts of them, knowing just where to put pressure, just where to touch, that would send Cas into a frenzy of sexual gratification. The angel's wings began flapping wildly, sending gusts of wind through the throne room, sending much of the black satin sheets into the air. Feathers were whirling all around the throne room. And before Dean knew it, he was spilling his seed deep inside Cas just as Cas was cumming into Dean's fist, neither of them looking away from Crowley. Cas's sexy black wings began to flap slower and slower until they stopped and then vanished from sight.

Dean raised his hand to his mouth and began licking the angel's cum from his fingers and his palm. The taste of it was so good it took some of the edge off. He hated that they had to do that in front of Crowley and so many of his demons. He hated having to do what Crowley said. But he couldn't lie. It was hot as fuck too.

Dean's knees were shaking and his legs buckled, feeling a sort of exhaustion coming on. Cas caught him in his arms. He yanked up his trench coat and made no attempt to gather up the rest of their articles of clothing and then looked at Crowley. "Now we're done," he said, eyes narrowed in anger.

"Yeah," Dean said. "I hope you liked what you saw, because it won't happen again."

"We'll see," Crowley responded with a wink.

"Now start talking," Cas demanded.

Crowley looked surprised for a second and then composed his face back into its nonchalant look. "Oh yeah, that. But first…" He plowed a few more times into his demon slave, thrusting wildly, his hands wrapped around his throat too tightly, blocking his airwaves. After a minute or so of doing that, with Cas and Dean standing off to the side watching awkwardly, he came deep inside his slave. When he was done, he pulled himself out and with his demonic telekinetic powers, he threw him across the throne room, done with him. "Go ahead go finish him off," he said to the demon that had been sucking off his bottom bitch. The demon ran off in the direction the demon had been thrown. Crowley looked at his hellhound. "Come here boy," he said kneeling and petting him. "Go lick the sheets clean. I don't want a drop of cum left on that bed."

Dean grimaced. It repulsed him thinking about that hellhound licking up his and Cas's loads of cum. Cas remained carefully stoic. Dean consciously positioned himself away from the bed, not wanting to catch a glimpse of the hellhound's strange diet.

Then Crowley quickly filled them in on everything he had experienced while being inside the prophecy's body. While he talked, Dean could hear the hellhound licking at the sheets behind him. He cringed and shuddered.

To Crowley's credit though, he left nothing out. When he was done, he looked around the room. "Now somebody come over here and clean up my cock and balls. You woman, you will do. And you best be thorough too."

Cas draped his trench coat around Dean and picked him up in his arms. And with that, they disappeared from hell and reappeared in heaven, startling Charlie and Sam, who had been sitting at a table and talking. If Gabriel was surprised, he didn't show it.

Cas placed Dean in a spare chair, leaving his trench coat around him. All that clad the angel was the blue tie that hung haphazardly around his neck.

Sam and Charlie were looking away awkwardly, their faces red. But no one said anything about the lack of clothes. Two and two could be put together after all.

Sam was the first to speak. "Are you okay Dean?"

"Yeah Sammy," Dean replied, his voice hoarse.

Cas squinted at Sam and then looked over at Charlie. In two quick strides, he was in front of them. He grabbed Charlie by the chin and turned her head and then did the same to Sam. He saw something he didn't like. Their skin… it was…

"Your bodies," he said. "They are burning away."

"What," Dean cried out, trying to get to his feet. He wavered a little bit, but he managed. He stumbled, but he managed to make it over to his brother and Charlie, standing next to Castiel.

Cas looked over at Gabriel. "Exactly how long were we in hell?"

Gabriel grimaced. "You guys were gone for four days. And now Sam and Charlie have a day max left in here, or their vessels will burn away and their souls will stay in heaven."

"You mean they will die," Dean questioned, his eyes filled with worry and fear for his brother and for his friend.

Gabriel didn't say anything. No one did. There was no need to. The silence was all the answer they needed.