Hello, everyone! I was getting ready to write this chapter when I suddenly had a burst of inspiration! Actually, it came from some feedback someone left me (See? Reviews and feedback are good!). I had several things I wanted to have happen in the story, but couldn't figure out how to work them all in. Then it all just fell into place! Enjoy! : )

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Chance Meeting

Dean and Sam stayed up for hours getting ready for the next day. They still weren't entirely sure how they were going to convince the caretaker to leave or how they would keep him safe, but they were sure they would come up with something. After all, they usually did.

Dean decided to go grab a soda from the soda machine that was outside at the end of the motel. As he stepped into the cool night air, he couldn't help but be grateful for having a moment to himself.

He had never before felt so crushed and brokenhearted ever. Sure, it had hurt when he had broken things off with Cassie, but this was something entirely different. He had never had experienced feelings so strong or as passionate as the ones he had for Castiel. He had always enjoyed the company of women and the thrill of bedding one. But Castiel, well, he was different. Dean didn't just enjoy his company, but found himself craving it more and more. It felt as if each time Castiel came to see him it was almost a cruel taunting; showing him something wonderful and then snatching it away again.

And it wasn't about sex. Well… at least it wasn't the main focus. The dream Dean had earlier that afternoon wasn't exactly the first dream of that nature he had experienced. But sleeping with Castiel wasn't the main thing Dean wanted. All Dean wanted, could even think about, was just having Castiel with him. To be able to touch him. To soak up the joy and peace his presence brought him.

But now Dean couldn't enjoy that. Not when he knew how tortured the angel was feeling. Dean stopped in front of the soda machine and leaned against it, closing his eyes in pain. It enraged him to even think about someone hurting his angel. Knowing that they violated him was even worse. He knew Castiel would feel complete and utter shame about letting someone do that to him. Dean knew it wasn't the angel's fault, but he also knew Castiel wouldn't see it that way.

He finally looked up and dropped the coins in the coin slot. Looking over the choices he hit the button for a root beer. The machine dropped the bottle into the slot and he bent over to retrieve it.

"Hello, Dean."

Startled, Dean spun around. Standing there was Anna. She was wearing black slacks and a red chemise that was covered with a black leather jacket. She smiled at him.

"I've missed you."

"Hey," Dean said, a smile turning up the corners of his lips. "You look… great."

"Thank you," she replied with a blush and shy grin. She took a few steps towards him. "How are you?"

"Good… I'm good. Yourself?"

"I'm good. A little lonely, though. Kind of a side effect of being on the run and all."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's OK." She was now standing next to him. She took his hand and looked up at him with a seductive smile. "It's much better now that I've seen you."

Dean's smile broadened. He moved closer so that his body was pressed up to hers.

"Well, if just seeing me does that much, wonder what doing something else would do."

Anna arched an eyebrow at him. "Is that an invitation, Dean Winchester?"

Dean nodded with a smirk. This could be good. A distraction. A good distraction. Sex had always worked well for him in the past as a distraction. And right now he needed a distraction more than ever.

"Only if you're feeling up for it."

He got his answer.

Their mouths crashed together in a sensuous kiss. He tangled one hand in her long red hair and wrapped his other arm around her tiny waist. She wrapped both her arm around him, pulling him deeper into their kiss. He quickly lifted her up off the ground and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the Impala and fumbled with the rear passenger door handle, desperate to not break the embrace. Once the door was open he carefully set her down on the backseat and climbed in on top of her, closing the door behind him.

Anna quickly set to work tearing his clothes off of him. She shoved his jacket off his shoulders and quickly pulled his t-shirt up over his and tossed it somewhere in the car. Dean wasted no time as he went directly for her pants and unbuttoned them. He yanked them down off her hips, not bothering to be gentle. Last time they had enjoyed a slow, sensuous love-making session. That was not what he was interested in tonight. Tonight he wanted it rough. And hard. Something that would leave him exhausted and too tired to think after.

She removed her jacket quickly and went for Dean's jeans, pulling them off as quickly as she was able. He didn't waste any time after that. He entered her swiftly and began thrusting hard inside of her. He heard her gasp and moan in pleasure. He was quickly losing himself in the sensations. Yes, sex was good. Always a good choice.

And then his mind wandered. Castiel deep blue eyes came into view. His head thrown back as he gasped and moaned with pleasure at Dean's touch. Begging him to keep going. Digging his fingers into the handprint-scars he had already marked the hunter with. It felt so good…

Dean came quickly with a loud moan. Anna soon followed. They laid there for a minute, both panting. Finally, Dean awkwardly raised himself up off from her.

"I… um… I have to get back inside… Sam's going to wonder…"

Anna nodded and began getting dressed.

"It's OK, Dean. I understand."

They both quickly got dressed and got out of the car. Dean couldn't help but be grateful that the motel was pretty much deserted except for him and Sam. It would have been slightly awkward to get caught.

"Thanks, Dean. A pleasure as always," Anna said with a smile as she raised herself up to give him a long, deep kiss.

Dean kissed back, letting himself enjoy the moment…

"Dean."

The voice sent a jolt through Dean's body. He quickly broke the kiss and spun around to see Castiel standing a few feet away from them.

Dean felt his face flush with guilt, but quickly realized Castiel wasn't looking at him in a disapproving manner. The angel's face was etched with pain and his body was rigid. Dean swallowed hard.

"Cas. What are you doing here?"

Castiel's eyes traveled from Dean to Anna. Anna looked back at him with a small smile.

"Hello, Castiel. It's good to see you again."

Castiel remained silent and frozen in his spot. Dean shot a questioning look at him and then down at Anna. Her smile broadened.

"I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't resist the real deal," she said, giving Dean a pat on his arm. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Dean's stomach dropped as he saw Castiel's eyes begin to fill with tears. He felt a sickening feeling rise up inside of him and he allowed his gaze to fall back on Anna. Her smile had become a sinister smirk.

"It's been a blast, boys. Catch you later."

Before Dean could react she disappeared. He stared at the empty space for a moment before looking back at Castiel. The angel's eyes were downcast and Dean could see a tear had slipped down his face.

"Oh, God," Dean whispered. "It was… she… I didn't know…"

"The ritual is planned for sunset," Castiel said, his quivering voice barely above a whisper. "You must get to the church before then."

Dean felt his body begin to tremble and he thought he was going to be sick.

"Castiel… please…"

"Be to the church tomorrow. I… I came to tell you that."

Before Dean could say another word Castiel disappeared. The night was silent. Dean leaned against the car and closed his eyes. Tears began streaming down his face as the horror and disgust in himself washed over him.

"God, Cas, I'm sorry," Dean sobbed into the night. "I am so sorry."