Waking up was, well, nice. He drifted up from the peaceful dark, feather light and well rested. The bed wasn't his and he noticed it immediately then the memories of yesterday flooded back en mass.

"Right, the creepy love universe. Awesome," he whispered into the dark. Then realised it really was dark and he'd left the light off. Since Michael, the light was always on. Huh, interesting.
Dean thoughts drifted to Cas, where was he? He should go find him. Rolling from the bed and stretching reminded him how good he felt. Nothing ached or hurt and his mind seemed crystal clear. Shrugging on his Jeans and T-shirt he made his way to the kitchen. The smell of food was always a good thing in Dean's book. Anytime, anywhere.

Walking into the kitchen made it feel like any other morning. Sam was cooking. "Breakfast done?" He asked, smelling pancakes and oh yeah, bacon.

"Yeah, the boys aren't up yet and your Cas is in the shower." Sam flicked a pancake onto a huge stack. Eyeing the food mountain his stomach grumbled. What was everyone else was going to eat?

Dean eyed coffee and made his way over to the pot.

"You got a.-"

"Mugs on the sink." Sam interrupted.

The oversized ceramic was black. The slogan read 'No-one puts Baby in the corner,' With an outline of his car underneath in white.

Snickering, he went to pour coffee.

"Like the mug huh?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." He nodded, "Someone has a sense of humour."

"That'd be Cas, he thinks them up occasionally and the orders them online."

"There are more?" Dean asked, curious and Sam nodded pointing at the cupboard with the spatula.

Dean moved in that direction, his boots slapping on the cold hard floor. There were mugs of all shapes and sizes, but the slogan mugs were large, black, white, red and grey. He took them out and admired them one by one.

The first said, 'Welcome to the dark side, we have bacon.'

"I like that one," Dean commented to Sam as he turned.

"Yeah, that was the first one. Cas found it online and thought it was funny. That Angel has an e-bay addiction like nothing you've ever seen."

"Huh." Dean chuckled and went back to the mugs.

The next was red with black writing. It read, 'Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you I'm much obliged, For such a pleasant stay, But now it's time for me to go, The autumn moon lights my way.'

"Dude this is awesome." Dean laughed.

"That one was Cas' first go at making his own, the internet created a monster." He grinned and sipped his own coffee.

Dean lifted the grey one, 'My Patronus is an air guitar.' It had a wand on it and the outline of an electric guitar on the other side. Dean turned to Sam and held it up with a quizzical expression.

Sam chuckled, "Cas watched the Harry Potter movies, over and over, for a week; the downsides of not sleeping. He's an addict on all sides. Dean got dragged in and made a comment, so - mug."

Dean stopped when he saw the next one and laughed hard. "And this one?" he asked Sam.

"Ah yeah, that was retaliation for the Harry Potter marathon, Dean made Cas watch Scooby Doo."

The mug was white and it read, 'I am so over this damsel in distress nonsense.' The image was what got him. It was Daphne from Scooby Doo and she was carrying a cartoon Dean in her arms. The cartoon dean was swooning dramatically.

Dean laughed harder, "I need this in my life." He said to Sam while he replaced the mugs and then moved over to get more coffee.

"Yeah Cas is kinda funny," Sam added as he sat on a stool warming large hands on his cup.

Dean smiled, "Yeah he is." His stomach growled, "Can I eat? I'm starved."

"Sure but would you mind going to wake the others first?" Sam asked, "And I'll put you a plate together and get more coffee on?"

"Yeah, sure." He left and walked towards what used to be an old storage room.

Yesterday, Sam had told him, that they had changed it into a large bedroom. The whole thing still unnerved him. Shaking it off he walked swiftly, eager to get back to food.

The bunker had thick walls so he didn't hear anything until he could almost see through the crack in the door. By then it was too late. The sight that greeted him had been burned into this brain for life.

The room was misty with heat. Sweat dripped along their tanned skin. From his position, by the door, Dean could see the pleasure, the rapture on Cas-two's face. D2 was on his knees buried balls deep inside his tight ass.

Dean swallowed hard.

D2's chest was flush against Cas' back, they were both panting. Hard. D2 kissed the Angel's shoulders while Cas gripped his own throbbing cock tight. Sliding his foreskin over and over the slick glistening head, he groaned. Then a growl as Deans fingers dug into his hips. D2 rolled his groin and Cas fell forward hands finding the sheets in a death grip. "Shit Dean." He moaned.

Hearing his name gasped through Cas's gritted teeth caused Dean to panic.
Cas followed up with begging his lover to go harder. To go faster and that almost undid Dean as he watched the two men in the throes of passion.

The slap of skin as D2 moved was disturbing but also erotic and Dean tried to look away, lord knows he did. A fine tremble started in his limbs as he watched himself do something he'd only thought of in passing. Though he would never admit that, ever. The rush of blood to his most sensitive and suddenly hardest part was overwhelming.

Cas bent forward, face in the sheets so that the hunter could get better leverage to fuck him.

"God. I love you Cas." D2 breathed as he thrust into his husband. His head lolled back as he revelled in the feeling of that tight sexy ass clenching his throbbing dick. Dean watched his doppelganger as he shuddered with the exquisite pleasure. They panted, groaned and fucked like they were the only two people in the world.

Dean backed away and nearly face planted the wall. Then he did something he wasn't proud of; he ran.

Coward, his internal voice chastised.

The entrance hall was cool and spacious, and he decided to chill for a while before returning to Sam. Though even after five minutes he still felt like his heart was going to go all 'Alien' then tear out of his chest. The shaking had slowed but he still didn't feel normal. Just calm the hell down, it's like porn, he tried to convince himself. Yet knew it wasn't anything at all like porn. Pacing until he could breathe, he made his way back to the kitchen.

"You find them?" Sam asked as Dean entered.

"They were, er, busy." Dean offered, sweating.

"They left the door open again didn't they?" Sam laughed at Dean's expression.

Dean nodded trying to hide his stricken features. Sam grinned, only a little sympathetic. Yes, he was finding it hilarious.

"Sorry, that must have been traumatising for you."

Dean fought the urge to punch him.

The guys turned up fifteen minutes later when Dean had eaten half of the pancakes. Swallowing hard at their entrance he caught the eye of his alternate and the guy winked at him.

"Enjoy the show?" His mirror image asked with a smirk, eyebrow raised.

Dean coughed as the pancake got stuck, that guy was such a dick. What was with these people and making him choke on his food?

Cas-two grabbed D2 and asked what he wanted to eat, a bare arm wrapping around his waist casually.

"There's more batter in the fridge" Sam advised.

D2 scowled at his counterparts rapidly emptying plate.

"I'll put the griddle on." The Cas-two offered.

"He cooks too huh?" Dean grinned, finding bravery in snark.

"Yeah, he does everything," D2 said with a look, which implied that Dean should know.

"I'm sensing some tension." Cas ventured, mixing the batter and dropping it onto the hot plate with an intense expression.

"Dean came to get you earlier," Sam commented and the angel flushed red.

"You knew he was there?"

"Maybe." D2 grinned. Hugging and kissing Cas hard on the mouth.

"Exhibitionist." he scolded playfully.

Dean was amazed at the interaction, it was effortless. He'd never seen himself so well adjusted and relaxed. Heart rate picked up as they cuddled, he stared at his plate.

Pancakes made, Cas-two moved over to Dean and sat opposite him. It made him feel weird, though he couldn't put his finger on why. Maybe it was the sexual encounter of the explicit kind? Yeah, that was it.

"He's jealous," Cas-two whispered as he sipped his coffee. Dean could smell the honey from here.

"What?"

"He's jealous, of you." The Angel laughed.

"But I'm...He's me. That makes no sense." Confusion saturated Dean's tone and made Cas laugh harder.

"That's it though, isn't it? Who else would bother him? He's so secure, he knows I love him. Only him, but you, you're him. No one else would have a look in." he grinning flirtatiously. Dean had never seen a look like that on his Cas' face. Sam who sat on the other side of the table and nodded confirmation.

Right, yeah, this just got weirder. His Cas entered a few minutes later and he wasn't certain it helped.

D2 flirted mercilessly with Cas, all smiles and innuendo. It made the man's husband glare playfully and roll his eyes in response. The atmosphere was interesting. Dean was so completely confused that he played it safe and kept on eating. Surely, if he ignored it he could get the hell out of here soon.

"I forgot how much I love this trench coat." D2 smiled at Cas and ran his finger down the lapel, moving closer to the Angel. Cas looked at Dean with wide eyes, having no clue how to deal with the invasion of his personal space.

Dean froze.

"Dean?" Cas addressed D2 finally finding his voice, "We talked about this?"

D2 gazed at Cas and murmured, "huh?"

"Personal space?"

D2 laughed and smiled at the shorter man, "I'm sorry. It's just making me crazy having two of you around. The things I could do..."

Dean heard a growl, it was low, seething and hella scary. They all turned at once and stared at him. His jaw hurt and then he realised his teeth were clenched so hard his face was going numb in places. The growl had come from him and the realisation made his jaw slack.

D2 stepped away from Cas and smiled. "Sorry if I overstepped dude." The sheepishness was in the tight skin around his eyes. Yet, not in the smirk on his face as he turned back to Dean. That was simply victorious.

"I'm okay Dean," Cas said as he blinked in Dean's direction.

Dean took a shuddering breath and let it out slowly. Cas-two was leaning back on his stool staring with wide eyes.

"I need to go for a walk," Dean said as he left the kitchen. He strode quickly which turned into a run, then up the stairs of the bunker into the cool morning air. The deep gulping breaths he took steadied him a little. What the hell was that? He thought. "Get a grip Dean!" it was yelled out loud. Falling against the wall of the bunker he slid down to his ass. The cold seeped into his skin through his jeans and he wished he'd grabbed a jacket.

"Here, I brought your jacket." Cas-two moved slowly towards him like he was a cornered tiger.

Dean looked up at him with confused, angry eyes.

"Don't look at me like that or I'll hug you and neither of us wants that." He smiled tightly.

"Thanks." The laugh was dry and pained. Cas slid down the wall a foot away from Dean. His black jeans covered bare feet, they were a touch too long and it made Dean smile. They were his jeans, that's why they were too long. A warm glow pushed at his heart and he panicked.

"I don't know what's happening to me..." Dean stared at Cas-two searching for answers.

The Angel shrugged, it was smooth and slow. "I don't know Dean but you'll be okay. Whatever happens, you'll be okay." Cas-two rolled to his feet. "I should get back."

Dean looked at the ground and before he knew what he was doing he said, "Stay? Just a little longer?"

Cas-two smiled, not that Dean could see it and then slid back down the wall. They sat in silence for an hour before Dean felt he could face his Cas. Eventually, though, he went back into the bunker.

Cas was in the makeshift lounge with Sam when he skulked back in.

"Feeling better?" Cas asked him and Dean nodded then threw himself into a sofa chair.

They didn't speak only watched TV while Sam and Cas-two figured out the next move.

The morning took a turn a few hours later. Sam had gone to get lunch, and the other four were alone. Sitting around the library tables, they discussed where to check next. Then Cas' froze and gasped as his eyes rolled back in his head. The whites were all that showed.

"Shit, Cas!" Dean yelled, jumping from his seat, "What the hell is happening?"

"Someone is attempting to contact him on a celestial plane." Cas-two reassured him, "Don't worry, it's not hurting him."

"You're sure?" Dean started to snap but it ended worried, whiney.

Cas-two nodded and held D2's hand.

Cas shook for a few minutes and then his eyes returned back to normal. Dean tried not to show how relieved he was as he put his hand on Cas's shoulder.

"Jack," Cas muttered through heavy panting, fighting for breath.

"What was that Cas?"

"Jack contacted me or tried too. Images...and pain." The expression on his face was drawn and desolate.

"They have him Dean, the Angels." Cas stood as if to leave, "I have to go."

"Go? Cas, just wait a damn minute…" Dean was left talking to air.

"Damn it."

Dean cursed Jack for fixing Cas' wings. It was a good thing but he hadn't missed the random vanishing.

"I can find him. I think they're still in town, he hasn't gone far" said Cas-two.

"Babe, no, you're not getting mixed up in this!" D2 scolded, fear in his tone.

"We can help, you know he can't do this alone." Looking into his partners' eyes he added, "We're better together you know we are. I need you with me on this Dean."

The doppelganger scowled and then raised his gaze to the ceiling.

As Dean watched, he could see his counterparts resolve fade. It melted away with the passing seconds. Yeah, I know that look, Dean thought with a smirk, then buried the accompanying feelings... way down.

D2 lowered his head against his Angels, closing his eyes. "Go get the stuff and I'll fill him in on how we work." Kissing his angel on the forehead he stepped away.

Cas vanished with a snap of air.

Dean stood at the end of the table watching, this shit was so insane…

As his mirror image walked towards him, Dean noted the change with awe. The softness faded away and irritation crept in. This Dean he recognised, he saw him every morning in the mirror.

"Dean." he addressed the tense looking man.

"Dean." the alternate replied.

Yep, like looking in a mirror.

"I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen." D2 started, pulling out a chair and motioning for him to sit.

Dean had a feeling that this wasn't going to be one of those 'baseball and whiskey, getting to know ya' kinda' talks.

"Don't say what you're thinking." he added, "It's not as funny as you think it is."

Dean frowned, I'm hilarious. The chastisement took him by surprise so he kept his internal monologue to himself. They'd not done much talking him and well...him. This new talkative Dean was an interesting change of pace.

"I know you." he started, "I know your expressions, your games, your...everything because I was you, I am you." the hard tone was there, one he knew well; this guy was serious.

"So when I tell you this next part, I want you to understand how utterly fucking serious I am. Got it?"

Dean just nodded shocked at the sudden aggression.

"That man, that Angel, will help you because you're me. He loves you because you're me. He will kill for you, die for you…"
The pause was frustrated, which he took out on his own face as he scrubbed it with a hand. Breathing deeply he returned to his speech,

"...Because he can't do anything else. You don't know that about him yet, maybe you've seen bits and pieces. The touches of his love, his loyalty to you. I know you see some of it, you feel some of it. I know it's hard, it's confusing and you're fighting it. Like you fight everything because God forbid that you let yourself be happy. God forbid you become something other than what you thought Dad wanted you to be..."

He rubbed his face with both hands this time, "...Sorry. That was… never mind." he breathed deeply again,

"Maybe you aren't ready to face it, maybe you never will and maybe that's the difference between us? I don't know. What I do know is that he is everything. He means everything to me. Do you understand? He is my whole god damn universe and if he gets hurt, if even one tiny hair on his perfect head is out of place. You have my promise Dean…it won't be the monsters that get you. The last thing you'll see before you die will be me."