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Warning: Sexual scene ahead, read with caution!

So here's the third chapter.

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Chapter 3

This pain was like nothing that had came before. It was more intense, more… agonizing. The fist clutched around his vessels beating heart as he watched the ducks swim around the lake. Castiel had lied to Sam and Dean about other contacts for their case. He knew he shouldn't have, knew he should have just gone with Sam and be done with it. But he couldn't go. He couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay. He needed space to breath, to think.

The image of Dean's relief flashed through his mind again and Castiel swallowed past the lump in his throat. He shouldn't be shocked about Dean's reaction and to be honest he really wasn't all that surprised. Didn't mean it hurt any less though. He closed his eyes while he tried to regulate his heart beat, willing this pain to just go away already. But the image was so much more vivid when he did that. Instinctively his eyes sprang open again.

A small girl was sitting by the lake now, her feet submerged in the water. She was throwing small pieces of white bread for the ducks. The ducks greedily swam towards her and she giggled.

"Hello, Castiel."

Castiel's heart stopped briefly as his blood froze in his veins. An icy chill travelled down his back. He instantly hardened his eyes. Heaving a breath, he stood and turned to face the voice. She looked just the same as the last time he saw her and the urge to attack her pushed forward.

"Naomi," he growled through gritted teeth.

She smiled warmly at him, her head tilting slightly. This made him want to punch her all the more. He had no idea how he was keeping himself under control. "We need to talk."

"I have nothing to discuss with you." He turned his back to her, hoping she would get the hint. He knew her though, and she would not be able to resist saying what she came to say.

"We have a problem." Her voice was warm and welcoming and Castiel could almost hear the smile in it.

"You have a problem. Not we." He watched the little girl throw the last piece of her bread. She pulled herself up, her feet soaked. With a smile, she ran towards her parents. The warm sun shining off of her blonde curls as they bounced along with her. Oh, how he wished he could have her innocence.

"I have information concerning that angel problem you and the Winchesters are working on." That caught his attention and he slowly rounded on her again. Her eyebrows were raised as to say 'I knew that would get you to talk'. He didn't say anything. Instead he waited patiently for her to continue. For a few moments she stayed silent, and he started to wonder if she would elaborate or if this was her trying to manipulate him again. "They blame you, Castiel. They believe that everything that's happened, it was your fault."

"They wouldn't be wrong." He tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I agree. But some angels, a group of them, have decided to take it upon themselves to punish you."

"Well, thanks for the heads up." Sarcasm was becoming easier with each moment he'd spent around Dean. The thought of Dean sent a jolt through his chest and he struggled to keep his calm composure in front of Naomi. If she had noticed a shift in his mood, she didn't let on.

"Castiel," she drew out his name impatiently. "There are worse ways to punish you than to torture and kill you." He narrowed his eyes again and waited. Naomi heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Humanity, Castiel. They know how much you love humanity. They are taking human life and they are not going to stop."

That sort of made sense. He did love humanity. But there were better ways to punish him. He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, he just didn't know what.

"They are warming up," Naomi continued as though she had read his mind. "What do you love above all else, Castiel?" Before he could even answer, she answered for him. "The Winchesters."

His heart stopped. Fear pulsed through him. Of course they would go after the Winchesters. Why wouldn't they?

"Who are they? And where can I find them?" he asked, the urgency clear in his gruff voice. He was struggling to contain the fear and Naomi could sense it. He could tell by the pitying look in her cold, dark eyes.

"I have no idea on both aspects."

Before he could say anything else, the sound of wings reached his ears and she was gone. He stood frozen to the spot. His mind trying to work out what had just happened. Was she telling the truth? Was there really rouge angels? Or was this all her, manipulating him again? He couldn't be sure, but he knew that the Winchesters needed to know. Without hesitation he fluttered off, vanishing just as Naomi had before him.

- SUPERNATURAL -

Dean gulped down his fifth whisky, the warmth of it filling him instantly. His eyes roamed around the crowded bar, searching. He needed to forget and this was the only way he knew how. He needed to forget all about Cas and the revelation, he needed to forget about the closeness they had experienced in the motel, he needed to forget about the images that had pushed their way forward. He knew that the alcohol alone wouldn't help, he needed more.

His eyes caught sight of a woman. She was drinking alone. Her eyes searching. His own eyes roamed up and down her body. Her jeans clung to her slim legs, her red, strappy top pushed her breasts up. Dean's breath hitched as he watched her small fingers push her straight blonde hair behind her ear.

Without thinking, he left his empty glass on the bar and sauntered over to her. He leant one elbow onto the small round high table and smiled down at her, his intentions clear. She looked up at him through her long, black eyelashes and smiled back, her intentions were also clear.

He brought her a couple of drinks, they laughed, they flirted and then finally she asked if they wanted to get out of there and go some place more private. He agreed without a second thought. As he followed her through the crowded room, his thoughts automatically went back to the angel and his gut twisted uncomfortably. He watched the woman's ass sway from side to side and pushed those traitorous thoughts to the back of his mind.

When they finally made it out into the warm night, he sucked in some fresh air. He couldn't stop to think, all he needed to do was to forget. With quick movements he pushed the girl up against the brick wall, she moaned appreciatively and his cock twitched in his pants. His heart started beating erratically as he closed his mouth over hers. She tasted so sweet, so delicious. He flicked his tongue across hers as her fingers dived into his hair, he moaned deep in his throat.

This was what he needed to forget.

- SUPERNATURAL -

Castiel landed in the motel room silently. He glanced around with urgent, worried eyes. He could feel the pressure of his heart beating fast and hard. His eyes caught sight of Sam sat at the motel table, laptop open, eyes darting from side to side as he read, his brows furrowed. Castiel glanced around the rest of the room. No Dean. Not good. Sam hadn't noticed his presence so he said his name urgently. Sam's eyes darted up, surprise on his face.

"We have a problem." Castiel walked over to Sam in two long strides and stopped just short of him. Sam's eyes never left his, concern now taking over the surprise. Before Sam could say anything, Castiel explained his meeting with Naomi. Sam's eyes grew wider and wider with each word, his eyebrows raising high up into his hair line. When Castiel had finished, he glanced around the room again. "Where's Dean?"

Sam's eyes narrowed in frustration. "Out. Probably gone to a bar."

Of course he did. This was typical Dean behaviour, anything uncomfortable or involving anything remotely in the direction of emotions he would drown himself in alcohol. "I will go and find him." Before Sam could argue, Castiel was gone.

He searched three bars and no sign of Dean. On the fourth bar all urgency and concern had left him as his eyes caught sight of Dean. He had a girl pinned against the wall, kissing her deeply and hungrily. The pain shot through Castiel like an iron fist. He could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces. He knew Dean would never want him. He knew that even with Dean knowing about his feelings that this didn't change anything. But knowing it and seeing it were two very different things. This pain was different to all the others he'd felt since his revelation, this was a type of heart break that had him rooted to the spot, that had him want to scream and run and hide all at the same time. This was the type of heart break that made him want to punch something just to get that relief from the torture. This was the kind of heart break that he didn't know he could come back from.

The importance of what he was doing here had left him in an instant as he watched Dean pull away from the girl and smile down at her. His heart couldn't take any more of this. That was the smile he wanted from Dean. He wanted Dean to look at him like that, with a lustful hunger. He watched as he dragged the girl down the street and down the side alley. He knew what was to come next.

In his shattered mind, he wanted to follow, to pull Dean away and claim him his as his own. But he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. His eyes stayed focused on where Dean and the girl had disappeared.

He forced his eyes away, tears clinging to his lashes before tumbling down his cheeks, burning his skin. What had he expected though? He wasn't his. Castiel had no claim on him. He needed to leave. He needed to be anywhere, anywhere that wasn't here. And yet he still couldn't move, still couldn't pull his eyes away from the opening of the alley.

Soft moans drifted from that alley and suddenly it became too much, too fast. As he disappeared, he finally knew.

This was a different kind of heart break. A type of heart break that he knew he wouldn't get over all that quickly. One that would keep his shattered heart a mix of broken pieces that he would never be able to put back together again.

- SUPERNATURAL -

The girl moaned beneath him as he deepened the kiss. She was yet again pinned to the wall, her jeans around her thighs, legs wrapped around his waist. He watched her eyes close shut as he shoved his dripping cock into her wet slit. They both groaned from the pleasure.. He held their position for a moment, he nipped at her neck as she moaned again. Then he started to move. The feeling of her tight hole gripping his cock sent waves of pleasure through him. He nestled his forehead into the crook of her neck, his breaths coming fast and hard as he hit her sweet spot. He closed his eyes as the pleasure took hold of him, he started to move faster, unable to control his movements, needing his release.

Then the image pushed forward. Cas. His blue eyes full of love and understanding and trust. The image of him pushing into Cas, hearing him moan in pleasure. He sped up his movements, unable to stop as the thoughts of him sliding in and out Cas took hold. He felt the girl tighten around him, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. He pushed faster as the image in his head became more vivid. The feeling of being inside Cas, the pleasure that would take hold.

His release came. He squirted hard and fast into the condom. His heart was beating erratically, his breaths came fast and a moan slipped past his lips. When he had finally stopped, he pulled out of the girl. She was smiling a satisfied smile. He returned it. Dean slid off the condom and tied it, while she pulled up her jeans. He followed suit. Before he could stop her, she placed a kiss on his wet lips and hummed. She thanked him and he watched as she purposefully walked out of the alley.

Then his brain kicked into gear. Horrified at what just happened. He had what he wanted. A perfectly hot girl, pounding into her, then those images. He had gotten off to those images. He stumbled back into the wall, his back hitting hit hard, but he hardly felt the pain. His heart had started beating hard against his rib cage again, he could barely breath as the reality of what he'd done hit him full force. He'd come here to forget but he didn't. He couldn't.

Dean had been turned on by his best friend and then he'd gotten off on it. Who does that? Not him that's for sure. But he had. He had gotten off on it. He sunk to the floor and brought his knees to his chest. What the hell did he just do? This was different from everything else. This wasn't love. This wasn't feelings. This wasn't knowing that Cas wanted him. This was a sexual desire on a whole other playing field and he didn't know what to do with that.

Then one thought popped into his head. One question.

How the hell was he going to look at Cas the same? This was different now. This wasn't thinking about Cas and what Cas wanted to do to him. He knew Cas wanted him in every way possible. But Dean had been the one to imagine it. It shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't feel this way.

The images pushed forward again. The same ones he had gotten off to and he instantly felt his cock twitch in arousal. Shit. This feeling wasn't going away any time soon.

Something, anything, needed to give. But what? He couldn't do that with Cas. Even if Dean was up for it, which his cock might as well be screaming a yes at him, Cas was in love with him and would want more than a quick fuck. He couldn't break his heart any more. So he needed to get over these urges, needed to push it as far away as humanly possible. He couldn't have Cas, not in that way. It wasn't just that he didn't want to hurt him any more, he also couldn't do it to himself. He wasn't gay. He wasn't into men. How many times had he told himself that in the past twelve hours?

He smacked the back of his head against the wall and groaned. He had no idea what to do next or how to get rid of this feeling. Cas had broken him. That was it. A surge of anger filled him. Anger at his best friend for doing this to him. He narrowed his eyes. This was all Cas's fault.

He stood and brushed himself off and with a new sense of determination he walked down the alley, throwing the used condom into the dumpster. Now he was royally pissed. How dare he do this to him? What gives him the right to fuck him up like this?

He pulled open the door of the Impala and climbed in. He smashed his hands onto the steering wheel and screamed in a furious outburst. He wasn't going to let Cas get away with this. He was going to show him that no matter what he shouldn't have said what he said.

Cas was going to regret ever loving him and he was going to make sure of that.

- SUPERNATURAL -

Well? What did you guys think? I'm sorry about putting Cas through the wringer but there really wouldn't be any story if there was no hurt and pain.

What do you guys think Dean is going to do in the next chapter? He really is having hard time with all of this, almost as much as Cas. As always Dean doesn't know how to control his rumbling emptions.

Another Point: I thought Naomi would be a perfect candidate for this story as the bad guys are angels. I actually prefer her to Metatron, she just seemed like the perfect psychotic bad guy I just had to include her. She isn't my favourite bad guy, that's Crowlie, but she is the perfect angel bad guy. Naomi had messed Cas up so bad with all that mind control.

So, Naomi seems sympathetic but what do you guys think? Manipulating? Or is genuinely trying to help? Cas doesn't seem to know. What do you think the Winchester's reaction will be to her return?

Please leave a review, I'm dying to hear what you all think. Thanks for reading and until next time…