Dean was the first to wake in the morning, finding himself wrapped in muscular arms with Wade pressed up against his back. He was warm and comfortable, hovering in that fuzzy space between sleep and full wakefulness. His mind was full of thoughts of last night, the lazy kissing and gentle touches. He would never, ever admit out loud how much he enjoyed it or how much he sometimes ached for such tender human contact.

"You're thinking again," Wade's voice rumbled at his back.

Dean couldn't suppress the smile. "Most people don't think I think at all."

"I think you think more than you think," Wade replied.

Dean laughed softly. "I think you're probably right."

Wade's arm tightened, pulling Dean against him as he whispered in the hunter's ear, "I know I'm right, Chester."

And god, his voice… Dean rolled onto his back and found Wade's lips in the near dark of the early morning. What started lazy and soft, slowly turned more insistent and probing. Tongues tasting, mouths roaming down each other's necks. Hands pulled at shirts and dipped into the back of Dean's sleep pants. There was also the fact that Wade Junior was up too, pressing into Dean's thigh.

What was turning out to be a wonderful way to wake up was cut short by the sound of the alarm clock blaring into the room. It was 7:00, and they had an appointment at Stark Towers.

"Thwarted again," Wade grumbled, giving Dean one last kiss before getting out of bed and heading to the restroom.

Dean got up and went to the closet, and found a pair of dark wash blue jeans and a longsleeved plaid shirt in Wade's stash of clothes. If they stayed in New York for every long, Dean was going to need to find a clothing store or a Walmart. He couldn't wear his boyfriend's clothes all the…

"Oh shit," Dean gasped, realizing the word that his mind had supplied for Wade. Boyfriend? Really? Am I fucking 13? I'm going to break out in acne any minute now. Fuck…

Wade came back in the room, snapping Dean out of his thoughts as he dug around in the closet for one of his Deadpool uniforms. Again, Wade stripped in front of him. Though Dean tried to not stare, he couldn't help but enjoy watching the transformation. Not many people can pull off skin tight spandex and still look formidable. After snapping his belt into place and adjusting the straps, pouches, and holsters, Wade is in full Deadpool mode.

"So, uh, how are we getting to Stark Towers?" Dean asked as they walked towards the front room. "Taxi?"

"Teleport," Wade answered with a smile. "Got my battery charged last night." He put a hand on Dean's shoulder, and asked in a husky voice, "You ready?"

Dean nodded, and the world shifted around him. Dizzy, he fell against Wade which was like falling into a brick wall. He gripped the merc's arm until the vertigo passed. When he finally managed to look around, he was amazed by the futuristic building. Everything was made of glass and metal, with towering ceilings and gleaming surfaces.

There were several office workers who stared at the two. Admittedly, they had every right to, considering that Dean and Wade had popped into existence with a snap. Probably not something they saw every day. But then Dean saw Logan walking their direction with his claws out, and he wondered if maybe he was wrong. These people were probably used to odd things popping in and out of the building.

Still, there was a substantial amount of fear in their eyes.

"Don't worry, everyone," Deadpool said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I was actually invited here today. No need to press the panic button."

Right on cue, a group of security guards came running out of everywhere, weapons drawn and pointed at Dean and Wade. Dean pressed his back against the merc's, and said, "I don't think they got the memo."

"Wanna have some fun?" Wade said over his shoulder. "Pretend to be my hostage."

Dean's eyes narrowed, then went wide when out of no where, Iron Man dropped from the air, landing in a kneeling pose a couple feet away from Dean.

"Holy shit!" the hunter shouted, stumbling backwards into Deadpool, who laughed a little too maniacally.

Deadpool spread his arms, and shouted, "Tony! Long time, no repulsor burns. How's things?"

Iron Man stood, and his electronic voice sounded amazingly annoyed. "Why are you in my building, Wilson?"

"We were invited," he said proudly, an obvious grin under the mask.

Logan parted the group of security guards, and said, "It's okay, Stark. I invited them. These are our new 'consultants'."

Tony barked a derisive laugh. "What do we need a consultant for? How to be dysfunctional psychopaths? I thought that's what the S.H.I.E.L.D. headshrinkers were for."

Wade's voice had an edge to it when he snapped back, "Guess they were successful making you a functional alcoholic."

"Wade!" Logan shouted. He glared at the merc, then turned his menacing eyes to Iron Man, and declared, "Enough."

The golden mask slid back, and Tony glared at Wade, and said, jabbing a finger his direction, "You get out of line, and I will end you, Wilson."

"Oh, Tony," Wade said, clasping his hands together and doing a little twirl. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

Tony rolled his eyes, and to Logan said, "I'll be in the meeting room," before taking off up through the building.

With all the commotion since his their arrival, Dean hadn't noticed that in the lobby among all the interns and office workers, was Sam and Castiel. They were both dressed in their best black suits, though Cas' hair still looked like he just rolled out of bed. Sam had that sort of wide-eyed, what-the-fuck look on his face as he crossed through the slowly dispersing security guards to where Dean and Deadpool were standing.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean said with a grin, giving him a slap on the back.

Sam looked around, and asked, "What the hell was that all about? Who...What was that?"

"That was your hero," Dean said, dripping sarcasm. "Real douche bag if you ask me."

Logan stepped up, looking like a dwarf next to Gigantor Winchester. He held out a hand, and said, "You must be the little brother."

Sam shook his hand, and said, "Yeah. Sam Winchester."

"Logan," was all he answered. He looked at Castiel, who stared back with the same level of intensity. "And you are?"

"I am an angel of the Lord," Castiel answered.

"Right." Logan put a cigar in his teeth, and said, "Follow me."

They walked to a secured elevator, and Logan entered his passkey. As they ascended up into the tower, Wade started giggling. After a few seconds, Logan said, "Wanna let everyone in on the joke, bub?"

"A demon, an angel, two immortals, and a sasquatch walk into an elevator," Wade said, still snickering. "There's a punchline somewhere. Just give me a minute."

"Why did I ask…" Logan grumbled with a shake of his head.

Dean muffled a laugh, as he said, "The demon says, Going down. The angel says, going up."

"The immortals are just along for the ride," Wade added.

Castiel's brow furrowed. "The sasquatch wouldn't go anywhere, because the sasquatch does not exist." Dean and Wade snickered, then burst into laughter when Castiel looked up at the younger Winchester, and said, "Sorry Sam."

Sam patted Cas on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay."

The lift stopped, and doors opened to reveal a tall, broad, blond man wearing a red cape. His eyes landed on Deadpool and lit up.

"Sir Deadpool!" He roared in a big voice. He threw his arms around the merc, and Wade let out a strangled yelp, as the man continued, "It has been long since we last embraced in single combat!"

"Missed you too, Thor," Wade said, his feet dangling in the air.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, both mouthing, "Thor?"

Thor released the merc, and beamed a smile at Castiel. "I can smell the dust of heaven upon you, Celestian. Hast thou been long upon the Earth?"

Castiel smiled, and said, "You speak Enochian beautifully."

It just sounded like regular English to Sam and Dean.

"The Asgardian tongue is heard by all ears as their native speech, dear friend." Thor threw an arm around Castiel, and said, "Pray, tell me, are thou a warrior like most of thy kin?"

"I have an angel blade," Castiel responded, looking at Thor with a furrowed brow.

Deadpool looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow. "You ever see his angel blade?"

"I'm not going to walk into that one," Dean said with a laugh.

Thor looked at Sam, and for a moment he appeared to be sizing him up. Then he said, "You have carried Mjolnir?"

"Uh...Once," Sam said, almost wincing. "It, uh, kinda was at this auction for pagan artifacts."

"Then you must be a great and worthy man," Thor said with a firm slap to Sam's shoulder. Sam looked down, and sure enough, the mythical hammer was hanging at Thor's side.

"Hey!" Logan growled, getting everyone's attention. "Quit petting the Winchesters. We've got things to do."

For a big guy, Thor could throw out an epic pouty face.

He caught up to Logan, and everyone else followed the two to a large meeting room. Tony Stark, Natasha, Bucky, and several others were all ready waiting.

And what an illustrious group it was. The Hulk (Bruce Banner) was sitting beside Tony in his non-angry-scientist form. Thor took a seat between him and Hawkeye. Beside Hawkeye was the Falcon, Sam Wilson (no relation, Wade quickly explained). At the head of the table was none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers. To his immediate right was Professor Xavier. Logan stood beside the Professor, looking ready to claw anyone who came near.

The Professor was the first to speak. "First, I would like to extend my gratitude to the team who liberated the mutants. It pains me to know that such a tragedy happened. Even worse, is the knowledge that this is not the first time mutants have been used in such barbaric ways. And I fear it will not be the last."

Deadpool shifted nervously in his seat, and Dean put his hand on the merc's arm under the table. Wade stilled, glancing Dean's direction.

"It is my understanding," Captain Rogers started, "...that the people holding and experimenting on these mutants were demons?"

Everyone turned to look at Dean, who stuttered out, "Y-yes. That's, uh, that is what they were. Possessed, that is. By demons."

"We've dealt with a lot of things, but never demonic possession," Rogers continued. "We need you to tell us everything you know about dealing with this kind of paranormal threat." Everyone looked at Dean expectantly.

"Uh…"

Sam cut in. "It's not something you can explain in a single afternoon, Captain Rogers. We've spent a lifetime gathering knowledge."

Stark laughed, and leaned over the table, his eyes fixed on Sam's. "You're not talking to a bunch of dumb redneck's with rock-salt guns."

"With all due respect, Mr. Stark, neither are you," Sam said in a level tone. "Rock salt won't kill a demon. It's a band aide that might save your ass in a pinch. Our main weapon against demons is exorcism, but not every demon can be exorcised. Higher level demons can only be killed with heavenly weapons and very complex rituals, where one wrong word or one wrong symbol means death for the host or death for the hunter."

The Professor held up his hand, stopping Tony from saying anything further. "Mr. Winchester, the people who were recovered from the jungle have been severely damaged by their ordeal. Do you know of anything that can help to cure their minds?"

Castiel cleared his throat, and said, "I can gather my brothers and sisters to aide you, Professor."

"And you are?" the Professor asked.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord."

The Professor had a soft smile on his face as he said, "Your mind feels like sunlight on a cloudy day, Castiel."

Castiel grinned, feeling the brush of the Professor's mind inside of his. "And you are a very exceptional human being, Professor Xavier."

"Any assistance your celestial siblings may provide with be greatly appreciated," the Professor said. Then he turned his attention to Sam. "And you, young man. If you would be willing, I would like to read your mind. Perhaps I can absorb some of your knowledge and pass it along to my associates, to speed the process of learning."

Sam looked at Castiel, and Cas gave a nod. Sam said, "Okay. Sure. Anything to help."

The Professor nodded, and said, "If you would accompany me to my institute, it would be much easier for me to read you without so many distractions."

Sam nodded.

Bruce spoke up next. "I've been looking over the blood work of the mutants from the detention camp. There is a fundamental shift in their metabolic rate, post possession. It would be interesting to examine someone who is currently under possession, to see if there are any other means, outside of the methods used by the Winchesters, to combat the possessing entity."

Dean cleared his throat, and said, "Uh, Dr. Banner? I'm…" It was harder than it should be to say the words, but considering it put him on the enemy list, his hesitation was understandable when he finally said, "I'm a demon."

"I've seen the black eyes," Natasha said smoothly. "He's the real deal."

The Professor studied him, and Dean could feel the push of telepathy against his mind. After a moment, he cocked his head, and said, "I'm amazed I did not realize it before."

Banner leaned forward and asked, "How long have you been under this entity's influence?"

"About six months," Dean answered, starting to become very nervous from the looks he was receiving.

"Dean is not your average demon," Sam said, defending his brother. "He's different."

"Would you mind joining me in the lab today?" Banner asked. "I just want to take some readings. Shouldn't take long."

Dean nodded. "Okay."

Wade's leg started shaking again. In fact, his whole body was shaking. It was subtle, but with Dean's hand resting on him, he could feel every shiver that swept through the merc's body. He didn't like the idea of Dean going to Banner's lab. Picturing Dean hooked up to machines and strapped to a table was enough to make Wade's anxiety spike. And when Wade was anxious, he could be very dangerous.

The rest of the meeting was a blur for the merc, who only heard a few snippets here and there of conversation. Something about Tony examining weapons, and Thor was laughing about something Logan said, and Sam was giddy. Meanwhile everything was turning black for the Merc, and there was a niggling sensation in his brain that made his arms twitch and he wanted to hurt someone.

He put his head in his hands, squeezing his skull as if that would help shut down his fear of Dean becoming trapped in some mad scientist's lab. It was times like this he usually ended up blowing his brains out. He'd lost count of how many times he's taken that particular route. But he wasn't worried about himself this time, and that kept him from grabbing his handgun.

"Wade?" came Dean's voice.

Wade looked up and realized that the meeting room was empty except for the two of them, and judging by the tone of Dean's voice, this wasn't the first time he'd said the merc's name. He laughed nervously, and said, "Sorry. Guess I drifted out there for a minute."

"I'm gonna be fine," Dean said, cutting straight to the heart of the problem. "If you want, you can come with me, okay? Be my bodyguard?"

"Yeah," Wade agreed with a nod. "I'd prefer that."

Dean gave Wade's shoulder a soft squeeze, and said, "Me too."