Title: The Rapture

Author: Kindred Isa & Blackfox12

Warning: Harsh spanking of an angel, some sexual content.

Disclaimer: Not our's...We'll put them back good as new.

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Summary: Taking place right after the Supernatural Season 4, Episode 20, The Rapture. Castiel is determined to follow Heaven's orders after having been taken when he returns, Dean is determined to keep his boyfriend.

The white light glowed as Jimmy felt his body engulfed by the angel he had been the vessel to for over a year. He had been saved once again having begged Castiel to release his daughter Claire, now once again the vessel. A part of him had dreaded leaving his family once more, but he knew they would be cared for, and felt empty without the angel.

He blinked and looked around with his blue eyes looking at his hands for a second, then down at the once bloodied bullet wound. Cass had healed his vessel, standing up to head towards the Winchesters, seeing the child sob in her mother's arms. A part of him did regret upsetting the girl; but then he saw Dean. He would have walked past Dean when the human grabbed his arm to ask him what he had hoped to tell him.

The angel shook his head, and his voice grew cold as he spoke. "I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve heaven. I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you. " The arch angel then turned away, heading out of the warehouse, missing the look on his mate's lovely face.

Dean frowned, exchanging a glance with his brother, and then went out of the warehouse after the angel. "What was that all about?" he demanded, after making sure they were alone.

Castiel turned around with a brow raised. "What was what about, Dean? I meant what I spoke within the warehouse. I serve Heaven and have learned my lesson. I am their messenger and warrior."

Dean gave a frown. "You really think you can just walk out without saying anything more, Cass? You're my mate, and you owe me far more than that brush-off."

"I do not serve you or Sam. I am an Angel of the Lord. The desires of a mate, being it human or angelic, are of little concern. Heaven is whom I serve, and only Heaven. You need not be given an explanation." His voice was cold as ice with his blue eyes showing no emotion, having learned not to question the holy host.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "You could tell me something."

"I already have, and need not offer you any other explanation."

"Well...you could at least come back to the hotel," Dean said.

"And do what? I am not heading back there, and have work to do, Dean. I need not waste my time on your emotional simpering." Castiel headed to walk down the road, not bearing Dean's pain in mind. Secretly his heart still beat for his mate. He ached for Dean to hold him and love him, but he had learned his lesson on rebelling against Heaven.

Dean wasn't going to let it go there, and stepped forward, grabbing hold of Castiel's arm. "This isn't over."

Castiel flinched a little at the grip to his arm, being forced to turn. He looked at Dean and sighed a little, trying to pull free. "I suggest you unhand me or face the consequences." Castiel wanted to scream for his mate to love him, but he felt the heavy iron hand of Heaven wrapped in his fear. He knew what could happen if he disobeyed again. "I have a duty."

"You also have a duty to me, Cass. And if you refuse to acknowledge that, you will be facing consequences of your own."

Cass struggled in the grasp, with Dean's tone brooking no argument; but that didn't mean that the angel submitted. He then kicked Dean in the stomach, resulting in the hunter letting him go. Pain flashed in his blue eyes, and he spoke softly. "I am sorry, Dean...My Master and Mate." He then bolted for it, hoping that Dean didn't get to him, considering he couldn't risk torment or worse on Dean or Sam yet again by his disobedience.

Dean grunted at the kick to the stomach, but it only fazed him for a moment before he went after Castiel, unwilling to let the angel just leave like that.

Castiel gulped and hesitated for a moment when he should have disappeared, with pain in his heart. He had hurt his mate, and it hurt him just as much; only to run again with Dean coming after him. He knew that the human would not let him get away with that, only to realize that he was correct, feeling the hard body leaping onto his slender frame. Castiel grunted, only to yelp at the hard smack to his clothed bottom, his hands pulled behind his back, pinning him down. "Uhh!"

Dean pinned the angel there with a knee resting in his back, landing several more hard smacks to Castiel's bottom. This wasn't really something he wanted to do in the street, but at least there wasn't anyone around.

The angel grunted, unable to escape his dominant mate's grasp, knowing that he would be punished for his behavior. He then winced at the hard smacks to his bottom, knowing it was a taste of what was to come. That didn't stop his struggles, and when one of Dean's hands came near his mouth, he bit the flesh.

Dean yelped at the bite, and landed a couple of extra-hard smacks for that. "Really want to do this out in the street, Castiel?" he asked, using the angel's full name.

Castiel let out a yelp at the very hard smacks, and growled a little on his own, struggling. Hearing his full name got the angel's attention, but he knew he had to escape Dean. He had a duty to complete, and needed to protect those he loved. The angel's response was to head butt Dean, resulting - to his horror - the loss of his belt from his pants. He then let out a loud yelp as he was grabbed up and bent over a nearby crate, with the belt coming down on his bare cheeks. "Aghh!"

Dean kept Castiel bent over as he landed the belt hard and fast, angry with Castiel - but also hurt by the angel's words and actions, making the belt land harder than he would have normally.

Castiel cried out, unable to stop the harsh leather from coming down onto his once pale bottom. His blue eyes were already wet from the tears, begging for Dean to stop it; but his pleas were not being heeded. His tan trench coat was held to the side, not offering his bottom any protection. "Ahh...owww.."

Dean ignored Castiel's tears and pleading, still letting his anger rule him. He was aching a little from Castiel hitting and kicking him, and that didn't help his mood.

The belt continued to strike his bare bottom, turning it scarlet red with the angel sobbing hard, bent over the crate. He hadn't figured that Dean would belt his butt there in the alley by the warehouse, hoping his vessel's family did not see this. They did not need to know that he was mated to the human spanking him, much less see the bare results. He was soon unable to sob, scream, or beg, with his entire body shaking. A hard strike made him suddenly scream, slicing into an existing welt with blood trickling down the cheek. "Aghhh! Please, Dean! No more...Master, I am sorry!"

Dean hesitated, seeing the blood trickling down the angel's bottom. His anger was beginning to fade, and he let the belt fall from his hand - though still kept his other hand holding Castiel down.

Castiel only cried over the crate, unable to even get up, even with the hand holding him back down. He hadn't even noticed that he was no longer being belted to within an inch of his life by his very angry mate. "N...No...C...Can d...Disobey...they will be m...mad...hurt you..." The angel sobbed even harder.

"Them and all the others trying to kill us, you mean?" Dean demanded. "Sam and I aren't exactly on anyone's good list."

"They will hurt you and torture you b...both...bad to be disobedient to Heaven."

"I told you before - if you stand with us instead of against us, we at least stand a chance."

"I c...can't I was taken for a reason and punished." Castiel sobbed again, thinking and then to be brought back in order to get spanked again. "Would you have done the same to the child vessel, Dean, or just this one?"

"Doesn't matter to me what form you wear, Castiel."

"I disobeyed and d...deserved to be...punished. I am s...sorry, Dean...Don't hate me. It hurt to s...say that to you."

"I don't hate you, Cass. Can't say I'm too happy with you at the moment, but I don't hate you."

"I am sorry...I know I was disobedient and hurt you. Forgive me, I had to no choice but to be taken away; and then you and Sam were threatened when I was released. I heard Jimmy's cries and pain as much as yours. I had to come fulfill my promises and complete my work."

"And then leave immediately after - oh, but not before trying to push me away, of course, and kick, headbutt, and bite me."

"Uh, yeah, I am sorry...more so now than before, after you belted my bottom out here. You would not let me go when I demanded it."

"You should get used to that, Cass," Dean said. "Or what did you think would happen after we fell for each other? You didn't really think I was just going to let you walk away, did you?"

"I hoped you wouldn't, but couldn't just give into my own heart or desires. I didn't want them to hurt you because I was disobedient. They were relentless in Heaven; and I was in what you would call jail."

"You need to trust me, Cass. We already had this conversation."

"Yes we did. I am sorry...um I do hate to be negative or to plead; but may I get back up, or do you plan to mate with me right here?"

"Depends on whether you're planning to run off again."

"No, I do not believe I could physically run; much less want to. I can't run from my heart any longer, despite my orders."

Dean slowly removed his hand from Castiel's back. "You might want to heal yourself now..."

"It may take a while to heal my poor backside." Castiel groaned and hissed when he felt the bleeding, thin welts healing; but when he was done, his cheeks were still pink. He stood up and groaned again. "Ohhh...uhhh...You belt hard."

"Well, you kick, bite, and headbutt hard, Cass."

"Yes, um...I am sorry for that, Dean. I was desperate to not disobey their orders. I will not do that again; and know if I do, you shall belt me again," Castiel said, putting his pants back on, followed by his leather belt; the same one that had spanked him earlier. He gulped and tried to make himself look more presentable. "At least it was good to see that I was missed. My vessel did not cause any trouble, did he?"

"I won't make you bleed again, though, Cass. I wouldn't have done it normally. That's why I wanted to go back to the hotel - give myself a chance to calm down." Dean shrugged. "And your vessel wasn't exactly on his best behaviour."

Castiel raised a brow at that comment on his vessel not behaving. "I trust you made him see the error of his ways; and I know I pushed you too far. I deserved the belt for my behavior - and do not fault you, my Mate." He then headed towards the Impala. "Let's go home to the hotel, please?"

"Changed your mind on that, too?" Dean asked, teasing a little, as he walked to the Impala as well.

"Obviously I have, Dean. I want to just go home and have a bath while you hold me afterwards."

Dean got into the Impala. "Should let you know that I do forgive you for attacking me like that."

"I had not expected you to forgive me immediately; but thank you, Dean. I am very sorry," Cass said softly, getting into the car with his boyfriend, not saying anymore, with Dean driving them to the hotel.

Dean parked outside the hotel, and got out of the Impala, holding the door open for Castiel.

"Hmm, romantic as always, Dean." Cass smiled a little with his mate opening the door for him with them both entering the hotel. He then closed the door with a grunt, kissing Dean hard, filled with passion. "To heck with orders."

Dean returned the kiss, just as hard and passionately. "If you think I'm gonna let you leave me, you're sorely mistaken."

"Do not wish it, Dean...I want to be with you, and always have; but I am now once again in disobedience. I do not wish to obey Heaven."

"Told you, Cass, we'll be better working together." Dean held the angel close, tightly.

"Yes, you are right; and I understand that now. I could use a bath, but then would love you to hold me. Getting shot can make me a little sticky."

"Want me to help you in the bath?" Dean smirked.

"Do I refuse your helping me bathe?"

"Well, you didn't before being dragged to heaven...Then again, you've never called me 'Master' before, either."

"I want you to help me now please, Dean. I love you and need you to hold me. It is not as if you have not seen my body."

Dean gave Castiel a light kiss, and then pulled him through to the washroom.

Castiel soon dropped his clothes with a soft moan, kissing Dean again before he teasingly bent over to start his bath. He knew Dean loved the sight of his bare backside, to touch it and watch the soft flesh.

Dean lightly groped Castiel's bottom, enjoying the feeling. "Definitely missed this...and you."

Cass groaned a little, feeling his mate touching what was his. "Uhh...missed you too...I am yours; and there will be heck to pay for my not following orders - but don't care. My heart wants you, no matter the consequences."

Dean leaned over to kiss the angel's shoulder. "Better not try walking away again, Cass."

"You would belt my bottom if I tried again," Cass spoke, and finished filling the tub. "When will you ever join me in the tub? After we mate one night?"

"Think we already said we weren't moving onto sex yet, Cass. And I don't know if I'd be able to control myself in the bath with you."

"When we do, I hope that will join me in the bath; and perhaps take me in the water?"

"Just try and stop me." Dean grinned. "Feel free to call me Master again any time you like, by the way."

Cass smiled, getting into the tub with a soft sigh. "Mmm, alright, Master."

Dean leaned over and kissed the angel deeply and thoroughly. "If you want to."

Cass returned the kiss and smiled, with a soft moan. "I want to, Dean."

Dean picked up the washcloth, and began washing Castiel's body.

Cass let his boyfriend wash his body, including the blood off his stomach. "I forgot how much it would hurt to be shot when I healed my vessel, entering him once again. I felt sorrow when I saw Jimmy lying there, and would have taken him to Heaven; but then was pleased he had begged me to take him back."

"Wouldn't have made a difference to me, Cass. You're still mine whatever you look like."

"Yes, I am yours; but am kind of attached to this vessel, to be honest."

"Well, he made his choice."

"Yes, he did; and I am pleased that he did beg it of me. I am happy in my vessel, and I do know you love this body. It is already marked as yours."

Dean kissed Castiel again. "Not just the body, though. Wasn't attracted to Jimmy at all."

"I know you love the whole package, with me inside my vessel."

"Can't argue there," Dean admitted.

"I also know that you love my butt, with how much you grab at it."

"True. You have a very good butt." Dean grinned.

Cass chuckled at that with a smirk. "As you keep saying; and my butt is certainly yours."

"Even though I punished you very severely earlier?"

"Well, I did deserve a hard belting; and will heal."

"You deserved a hard spanking...but not quite that bad," Dean said. "I'm not surprised you thought it would take me a while to forgive you."

"I was disobedient and bad. I hurt you and fought you in it, deserving the belt to my bare bottom."

"Cass, I made you bleed."

"And I healed, Dean. My butt is just fine; but dread the day when I may lose my powers."

"Well, if that happens, just make sure you take my suggestion to come back to the hotel."

"I will next time; and hadn't expected you to spank me right then and there with my belt."

"Well, you did walk away from me; and attacked me."

"Yes. I should heal you, Dean, after causing you that pain."

"Would be nice, Cass. It was kinda painful."

Cass reached a hand up and gently placed it on Dean's stomach and then head, healing him, knowing his boyfriend needed it. "That better?"

"Much. You did bite me too, though." Dean nodded towards his hand.

"Oh right, I did bite you." Cass healed his mate's hand, and then kissed it better.

"Thanks." Dean leaned over to kiss Castiel, hard and deeply. "Would have preferred you over my knee for the spanking...but you didn't give me many options."

"Yes, a crate was not very comfortable; but wouldn't mind it when we um are intimate one day."

"That won't be over a crate, Cass."

"You misunderstand me. I meant over the bed, not over a crate in a filthy alley."

"When that time comes, Cass, it will be over a bed - and it will feel really good," Dean promised.

"Never mated before, but I do want you to take me sometime soon. I love you, Dean, and want to give myself to you, my mate."

Dean kissed Castiel again. "And looking forward to that time...But should probably get out of the bath now. You don't want your skin to wrinkle."

"Ah yes, I suppose you are right on that statement." Cass smiled a little, letting Dean help him out. "Did I heal you sufficiently?"

"Definitely, Cass...But would rather you didn't fight me again than feel bad and heal me afterwards."

"I will always feel bad when I harm you, Dean. I love you, and prefer not to fight you either."

"Did you feel bad just because I spanked you?" Dean asked, curious.

"You wish me to be honest, Dean?" Castiel asked, looking at his boyfriend. "I was remorseful when I had harmed you, but was determined to follow my orders despite what my heart wanted. I wanted to not harm you or leave you. It took the spanking to get me out of my fears for you."

"Well, I wasn't gonna just let you walk away from me, Cass. People talk all the time about how, if you love something, you should let it go...not me."

"I am glad you didn't let me walk away, Dean. I didn't want to leave you by any means; and am glad you made sure of it."

"Though I'm sure you could have done without a hard spanking," Dean teased.

"Well yes, that was hardly pleasant; and certainly is something I would have been pleased to have done without."

"Probably wouldn't have been that bad if you hadn't fought me, though."

"I have the feeling that is correct; but I was due for a spanking either way."

"True," Dean admitted. "I wasn't going to let your attitude pass with just a slap on the wrist."

"Yes, you wouldn't; considering I am your submissive mate. I knew being bad would result in a spanking."

"Which sort of begs the question of why you thought you could get away."

"I don't know...I was not thinking at that point. It hurt too much to think and be forced to follow their orders."

Dean kissed him deeply and thoroughly. "There'd better not be a next time, Cass."

"I have the feeling my backside could handle that as well as my heart could. We both know I do not ever wish to leave you - on my own accord or on anyone else's."

"I won't let you anyway, Cass. But after I had to stop you, better believe you'd be spanked."

Cass groaned a little at the thought of another spanking any time soon. "Uhhh, yeah. I really am not in the favor of another spanking any time soon."

Dean kissed the angel again. "I'm thinking maybe we need some ground rules."

"Ground rules?" Castiel blinked his blue eyes, looking completely confused.

"As in, what's going to get you spanked...so you know the consequences."

Cass gulped a little and chewed his lower lip nervously. "Um..ah...such as what, exactly?"

"What do you think you're gonna get spanked for now?"

The angel's blue eyes widened in shock. "You mean now?"

Dean sighed just a little. "No, Cass...I mean, what things do you know already will get you spanked?"

Blue eyes looked at Dean then at his hands as the angel thought it over. "Um, well, hitting you, fighting you, being disobedient and rude towards you. I have also been spanked for lying and forcing you to do what harmed you."

"Trying to walk away from me, too," Dean reminded him.

"Ahh yes, it is another time that I have been spanked for that as well."

"I think you can add endangering yourself to that list," Dean told him. "As in, don't...or you will get a pretty severe spanking."

Castiel gulped a little with blue eyes widening. "Um, yes...I suppose that would be a good reason to be spanked. May I inquire as to how hard?"

"I'm thinking that would earn you the belt. No exceptions."

"The belt? I...I don't wish the belt. Dean, no exceptions?"

Dean thought about that for a few moments. "Unless you can give me a very good reason not to use it."

The angel squirmed a little at the thought of getting his belt to beat his bared backside.

Dean slid his arms around Castiel. "What do you think, Cass? Anything else that should earn you a spanking?"

"I don't know...I am uncertain as to what else would earn me a spanking."

"Well, maybe we can leave that for now," Dean suggested.

"So um lying to you, attacking you, trying to walk away from you, um risking myself, and disobedience."

Dean nodded. "That pretty much covers it."

Castiel crawled into the bed and snuggled with his mate. "I need to make sure then that I follow the rules, do I not?"

Dean held Castiel close. "Yeah. Because I won't hesitate to spank you again."

"I have the distinct feeling that you are correct on that," the angel responded, and cuddled with Dean. "I love you so much, Dean."

"Love you too, Cass." Dean kissed him. "Don't ever worry about me not forgiving you after."

"I know that you love me, but fear doing something that may not be forgiveable."

"Won't happen. You're mine now, and I won't let you go. Might have been angry at you fighting me...but I forgave you immediately."

"I am glad that you forgive me all my sins, and love you so much. I will do anything for you, with you as my mate."

Dean kissed Castiel thoroughly. "Guessing you're pretty tired out now, huh?"

"Angels do not sleep, if that is what you are referring towards."

"Maybe not sleeping - but resting might be a good idea. Besides, I'm tired."

"As you wish, my lovely mate. I shall remain here for you."

Dean kissed Castiel again, and then finally let his eyes close, slipping quickly into sleep.

The angel watched over his lover, but soon felt his eyes growing heavy nonetheless; and went to sleep as well once he knew they were safe.