Many Years Ago

Alastair gave John a business like smile and John felt his skin crawl. This very idea scared him, but he had no other solution. He couldn't have people know. It had been risky enough keeping things the way they were now. He had to put a stop to this now that his second son was born.

"I am inclined to believe you know the implications of what you are asking for Jonny-boy. There is a good if not nearly one hundred percent chance she won't live. You do want her to live don't you?" Alastair's voice was light and a smile was still spread wide across his face. John just nodded his head. He didn't want to confirm what he truly wanted vocally. Not to mention what he couldn't mention at all.

"I do, but I can't have people find out. If they do…" John's voice faded away as Alastair's smirk grew even wider as he watched John's discomfort grow.

"Oh yes of course. You would never be able to go out again." Alastair muttered in fake disappointment as his white eyes flashed in a menacingly way.

"It's not just that. We had another son." John muttered and Alastair's eyes widened in amusement.

"Really? Another half angel, that's so fascinating. You are going to let me see one of them?" Alastair chuckled as a look of horror spread John's face.

"I won't let you touch them…either one of them." John growled in a low voice.

"Oh of course." Alastair sighed as he laced his fingers together "Since I get no half angel you own me a brilliant one then , and I assume you have one in mind. The one that is destine to ruin you maybe? If you capture him before anything happens then everything you have worked for will remain the same." Another evil smirk crossed Alastair's lips as John looked at him nervously.

"How am I suppose to find this angel?" John demanded his voice low as he glared back at the man with the white irises.

"Oh goodness. You seem to believe that you need to capture him now. No John, this angel won't plague you until much later in your life, long after your sons have grown up and become hunters themselves. By the way, you'll want to keep a tight eye on your oldest his destiny is strong and when he meets this angel your power over him will vanish." Alastair sighed as John just bit his lower lip.

"Alright, if I bring you this angel you'll do what I ask?" John asked slowly as he tried to confirm the plan with the man who sat before him at the dining room table.

"Of course John. I always keep my word….Do you?" He asked darkly as he stared deeply into John, who shivered but nodded his head once again. "Wonderful." He chimed in again as he stuck out his hand for John to shake on their deal.

John hesitantly reached up his hand to grasp the other mans. John for a brief moment thought of what might happen if he didn't except Alastair's deal. If he let everything that was going on around him play out. No, this needed to be done. To let destiny do what it was destine to do. He heard Mary's pleading voice grate against his ears as he told him about the wonderful things their sons were going to do.

None of them were what he wanted. He liked things the way they were. He didn't want things to change. If they changed then everything he had worked and strived for would be gone.

"Well?" Alastair's voice jogged him from his thoughts as he reached out and gripped the man's hand. It was a firm shake, but what shocked John was the fact that moments after Alastair's lips were pressed against his own. He tried to pull away, but Alastair's free hand was on the back of his now head enabling him to pull away.

Finally Alastair released him and he pulled back to stared at Alastair in horror. "What? We demons need something more than just a pathetic little handshake." Alastair muttered as he shrugged his shoulders and stood up to leave. "You do know you can't go back now, and the ones who will pay for your selfishness won't ever forgive you, but then why shouldn't they after they have learned what you have done. Condemning the love of your life to death, that's fairly low even for me….and I come from a very deep part of hell." Alastair chuckled as he stood up and sauntered out of the dining room leaving John behind, feeling horrible.

Just what had John done, and would there be a chance that he could fix it? No, it was much to later for that. He had went this far he might as go all the way. After all he came to the conclusion that it was his destiny to go to hell and after all this, he knew that he, out of all people deserved it. John sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He looked over at the table and saw a note with Alastair's nearly unreadable scrawl. It said 'We will be in touch. I have more to tell you about later. By the way say hello to Dean, I am looking forward to meeting him one day.'

John looked at the note for another long moment then crumpled it in his fist. He felt angry, but that was the feeling he would have to get use to. He stood up and headed to the study. He looked into the fire that was crackling in the fire place. The flames danced in front of his eyes as he tossed the note into the fire. He watched the corners darken then ignite and crumble into a pile of ash. This didn't satisfy him. He still felt angry but above all things he felt guilty.

Of course as time went on the guilt faded away and was just replaced with his anger. Anger that would never go away. Anger that would corrupt, twist, and change him. The anger he felt would never leave him because he knew that was the only way to prove that he wasn't selfish.

A soft knock on the door made him break his gaze from the dancing flames as he turned to see a small head peak inside the study looking incredibly scared.

"What's the matter Dean?" John asked slowly as he trudged over to the door and pulled it open exposing Dean completely, which just seemed to make Dean seem smaller then he actually was.

"Where's mommy?" He asked innocently and John felt the air catch in his throat as he thought of an answer to give the young boy.

"Dean….I need you to promise me something." John watched Dean's eyes grow wide as he slowly bobbed his head up and down. "Alright, I need you to promise me that you will take care of Sammy."

John watched Dean stared at him intently before the boy spoke once more "Of course Dad. I'll always take care of Sammy."

John gave Dean a small smile as he patted him gently on the shoulder, while gripping his hand and guided the boy back towards his bedroom. He gently tucked Dean in and headed over to Sam's nursery. He stood in the door and stared at the infant who was resting in his crib. He was only a few weeks old.

"I'm sorry Sammy." He sighed as he turned away from the infant.

After that moment he waited for Alastair to contact him, and when the demon did. He came with bad news, that didn't surprise John but the news still disappointed him. He had done something that couldn't be forgiven from. Not that he actually truly wanted to be forgiven. He didn't deserve to be. He then threw himself into preventing change. What he had now was enough and he wasn't about to lose that if he could prevent it.


Present

Betray: vb, 1: to lead astray: SEDUCE 2: to deliver to an enemy by treachery 3: to fail or desert especially in a time of need 4a: to reveal unintentionally b: SHOW, INDICATE c: to disclose on violation of confidence

Castiel stared darkly at the floor of John Winchester's office. He couldn't bear to look into the eyes of that man. Even though he had barely seen that man that night he knew he wasn't mistaken. This was the man. The man who, had captured him. On that night, now so many months ago. The man who, had been the one that had sold him to the man with the white irises.

"You seem rather close with my son." His voice held no expression as it came from the direction of his large oak desk that dominated the room, much like his entire persona.

Castiel remained silent as he continued to look at the floor darkly as if it was the one who had done him wrong. After along moment of John waiting for Castiel to respond, finally John spoke once again. His gruff voice just made Castiel flinched, despite how similar it sounded to Dean's.

"You love him don't you?" John accused as Castiel head shot up to glare at John strait in the eyes.

"What would you do if I said yes?" Castiel said in a low voice that just made John give him a smirk that unnerved Castiel immensely.

"I would say you have no chance in hell. What has already happened has cost me a great deal of trouble, but I guess that's just destiny isn't it." John spoke slowly as he watched Castiel's expression form into a look of horror.

This statement meant John knew. John knew who Castiel was and what his supposed destiny was to be.

"Do you know where my brother is?" Castiel demanded harshly as he took a step forward towards John, who just continued to sit at his desk with his head resting on his palms. Suddenly John's smirk grew and Castiel felt his heart plummet deep into his chest.

"Of course I know where your brother is. But what would you do with that information, even if I gave it to you?" John's voice was filled with indifference and Castiel felt the anger that he kept so well contained slowly begin to bubble up to the surface.

"Why the hell should I do anything for you?" Castiel growled as John just shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"Because it would be beneficial to Dean, and I figured you would probably do anything for that boy. Am I wrong?" John muttered with another shrug of his shoulders as Castiel looked away to the floor, which only confirmed what John had already known. "So if I tell you told you what you want to know about your brother, I would never have to see your face again?"

Castiel just lifted up his head and stared back at John and shook his head. "No!" Castiel said defiantly making John's eyes narrow upon him as he pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up.

John gently pushed in his chair and circled around the desk so he was now standing face to face with Castiel. Castiel attempted to take a step back, but John reached out and latched his hand around Castiel's wrist. Castiel tried to pull away, but John's grip was to strong. John then pulled Castiel closer and then whispered into his ear.

"He's dead Castiel and Dean killed him. Without a second thought even. Looked him strait in the eyes and pulled the trigger…over and over and over again." John watched with elation as he felt Castiel's body begin to shake. Another smirk grew across his lips as he pulled back slightly to have a better look at the angel's face.

Castiel's yanked his hand away from John. He had never felt this much anger, this much rage.

"Dean didn't even blink." John said with a sneer finally finding Castiel's breaking point. Castiel was quickly losing his self control and the last of his composer slipped away. He tried to take another step back, but suddenly he realized that his wings were now being pushed up against the closed door of John's office. He was trapped and unable to escape.

When had he lost his concentration? When had he lost his control? He shook his head to hopefully halt his growing rage, but it did nothing when he gazed back over at John. In fact just looking at John made his rage grow more.

"Don't you want to know how scared your brother was? How he screamed and pleaded for his life?" John mumbled in a low voice as he strolled over to Castiel and reached out to stroke his wings.

Castiel hissed and backed farther into the door. Until finally Castiel snapped.

"How he screamed…"John's comment was cut short as Castiel lunged and latched his hands around John's throat.

Castiel's fingers constricted tighter and tighter around John's neck, when suddenly a shot rang out and Castiel felt pain crawl up his arm as he released his grip around John's neck. He looked up from John and over towards the man with the sea green eyes whose hands were shaking so much that he could barely hold his gun.

"Dean?" Castiel muttered as he pulled himself to his feet and tried to walk over to Dean, but stopped as Dean raised the gun and pointed it at his forehead. During this brief moment between the hunter and the angel, John reached up and fastened a collar that he had managed to keep concealed around Castiel's neck.

Castiel felt his knees begin to buckle and he collapsed to the floor. Dean dropped his gun to the floor and rushed to Castiel's side. Dean felt the tears sting his eyes as he looked up at his father who just glared down upon them.

"Dean, what do you think you're doing?" John's voice was dark and it made Dean flinch.

"I….I….." was all Dean could do was stammered up at his father, unsure what to say to the man. He was feeling scared once again.

"Get away from him." John ordered and Dean looked at Castiel, whose eyes were pleading with for help. He too was scared.

Dean quickly scrambled to his feet. He saw the hurt in Castiel's eyes and felt his stomach start to twist into knots. He wanted to explain to Castiel. He wanted Castiel to understand, but what would that prove other then Dean was taking his father's side once more.

"Cass, I'm sorry." Dean started to say, but was cut off by Castiel dark menacing glare.

"I should have known." Castiel spat "You…all you did was use me. You bastard, I loved you." Castiel snarled and Dean flinched once more.

"No, that's not true." Dean stammered taking a few tentative steps forward towards Castiel, who just growled and scooted away. "Cass, I wouldn't. I didn't." Dean's voice was being to shake the longer he spoke.

"What, you didn't know you killed my brother?" Castiel spat and Dean took a step back out of alarm and confusion.

"What?" Dean said slowly tilting his head to the side.

"You killed my brother! You shot him." Castiel snarled again this time lunging at Dean only to fall back to the floor screaming in agony as the collar sent an electric shock down his spine. Castiel glanced over at John who had a smug look spread across his face and a hand on the controller of the collar.

"Dean leave! I am taking Castiel next door!" John said harshly as he bent down and stroked Castiel's cheek. Castiel hissed in repulsion and Dean looked away out of disgust.

"Dad….You can't….You can't sell him….Please." Dean's voice was pleading and John looked over at his son with a quizzical expression. This was not the reaction he had been expecting.

"Fine, whatever." John muttered as he pulled up from his crouch and ushered Dean out of his office. After Dean had left, he looked back at Castiel and sneered. "You're going to back to Alastair, abomination!" John said harshly as he pushed the collar's control bottom once more. Castiel fought to remain conscious, but the struggle became too hard for him and he succumbed to the blackness and the pain.


Dean stood with his back pressed against the back of his bed room door. He was trying to wrap his mind around everything that had happened to him only a few moments ago. Somehow John had figured out exactly what Castiel was, but how? Dean wasn't sure and Castiel had always been very carefully. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes and he felt his knees begin to shake then give out right from under him. He slipped to the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest, while placing his forehead upon them. He was scared. He was confused. He was lost. He didn't know what to do.

Suddenly a soft knocking at his door brought his head up from his knees. "Who is it?" He demanded, since he had no interest in seeing or speaking with his father at the moment.

"It's Sam! You know your brother." The voice said in a soft tone that surprised Dean. Dean carefully pulled himself to his feet as he reached for the door knob giving it a hard twist as he yanked it open. Both of the brothers stared at each other for a long moment.

Dean looked up at his brother, waiting for him to flip out, since now Sam couldn't not know Castiel's secret. So now it was time for Sam to come to him and demand why Dean hadn't told him the angel's secret right away, but Sam didn't.

He just stared at Dean for a long time until he seemed to find his voice, then spoke "Dean, I understand, about why you didn't tell me." His voice was low and it almost sounded uncertain, which was rare for Sam.

"Do you really Sam?" Dean said slowly, sounding skeptical about Sam's statement.

"Yes, I do. I want you to know I'm not mad. I also want you to know that I want to help you." Sam sounded suddenly insistent, which threw Dean off slightly; unsure about what his brother was talking about.

"Help me with what? I have lost everything. I…." Dean's voice faded away and Sam's massive hand came and rested upon his shoulder in comfort and reassurance. Dean couldn't help but feel a little grateful for his brother.

"You haven't lost everything Dean. You know exactly where it is. Go take it. Be happy. Do this for yourself Dean. Do this because you love Castiel." Sam's voice was firm as his grip on Dean's should grew tighter as he became more and more worked up.

"I can't." Dean muttered and Sam suddenly released his grip and shoved Dean hard making him stagger back deeper into the depths of his room.

"Can't or won't?" Sam yelled glaring strait at Dean, who just looked away feeling suddenly uncomfortable. "You know I thought the same damn thing, but I know better now. I made a huge mistake. A mistake I can never ever take back. Please Dean don't do the same." Sam's voice grew softer and softer until it sounded like he was nearly pleading with Dean.

Dean swallowed a shallow breath as stared at the wood paneled floor of his room. He then looked up at Sam and nodded.

"Your right Sam." Dean said firmly as he walked over to his brother and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Thank you."

Dean brushed past him and raced down the hall and out of the mansion. He crossed the grounds heading straight for the cement building, known as the Winchester's holding facilities. He raced inside running down the rows of cells, looking carefully for a pair of stunning blue eyes that could only belong to Castiel. His paced slowed as he finished checking them all, and then started checking them again. Back and forth he raced from one side of the holding facility to the other, desperately looking for any signs of Castiel, and after the third sweep of the prison he had realized what his father had done.

Dean felt a hot tear roll down his cheek as he bolted from the prison, heading in the direction of John's office. He was done playing by his father's rules. He promised himself as he raced down the hall that he was going to break every single one of his father's rules.