A/N: Just realised there was a glitch and i don't think the chapters were published properly. This one maybe not at all. If I'm wrong anf this was here all along I apologise.

Cas walked aimlessly along the interstate, the sound of the gravel crunching underneath his feet the only one in the quiet night. He didn't know where he was and he didn't care. After he had zapped himself from the bunker, he found himself at the side of the nearest highway and had started to walk along it, remembering that humans often found enlightenment on journeys.

But Cas could find no clarity, no rhyme or reason for what he had done to Dean.

Why did I do that…why did I want to do that…what is wrong with me…

As much as these questions plagued him, Cas knew what the real reason for his discomfort was. It wasn't what he had done to Dean, it was that he had liked it. And try as he might to repress the feelings, he would do it again, do more, gladly. The only reason he had stopped was because Sam had attacked him.

The sound of gravel crunching silenced. Clenching his fists, Cas growled at the memory of the younger Winchester knocking him away from Dean and striking him until he had no choice but to leave. Cas had not felt this much rage since he absorbed all the souls from Purgatory and had to deal with their fury writhing inside him on a daily basis. It started in his belly, a heavy, hot ball of anguish. It spread upward to his chest and then into his head.

Surprisingly, his anger made things seem so much simpler. Why were humans always saying it clouded judgement?

Castiel was an angel of the Lord. And he wanted Dean. The Winchesters were only human, extraordinary humans, but still only human. Dean had no choice in the matter and who was Sam to refuse him his due. With the sound of flapping wings, Cas disappeared from the road.

Dean was his. Dean had been his since he pulled him out of Hell. Dean was his when he rebelled against Heaven for him and when he took Sam's madness. Dean was his when he stayed in Purgatory and let Dean leave without him.

No one would deny him.

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Crowley grinned when he saw Cas vanish. He had a pretty good idea where he was going. Since the Winchesters had killed the Seven Deadly Sins, Crowley controlled their powers. The campaign against Abbadon for Hell was so tiring that he decided to have a little fun with them. He took a little greed, a lot of lust, and decided to see what they would do to an angel. He couldn't see what happened inside the bunker but he got a little peek after Cas left and knew they were working just fine. But his fun couldn't end so soon. He threw some anger at him, just enough to make him indignant enough to go back to the Winchesters' bunker. Let the games begin anew.

Crowley found this situation so interesting, not only for his own "scientific" curiosity, but because, and many people didn't know this, the Seven Deadly Sins did not alter a person's character. They only exacerbated what was already there, which meant that the little angel had been jonesing for Dean Winchester before Crowley made him a guinea pig.

Now the denim-clad nightmares had to deal with a nightmare of their own.

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Even with Van Halen blasting in his ears, Dean couldn't forget what had happened. At first, he just turned up the music but that he could still hear Cas' voice.

"Save yourself, Dean…"

He could still feel the unnatural strength in Cas' arms as he held him down. Brushing his teeth five times didn't stop him from tasting Cas' cock on his tongue, or feeling it hitting the back of his throat. He blinked back the 100th set of tears that threated to roll down his cheeks as that word ran through his head like a locomotive.

'WhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhy…'

Dean couldn't say which was worse: what Cas had done to him, or not understanding why he had done it. He and Sam had talked about it after Dean cleaned himself up but none of the usual supernatural ailments would affect an angel. When Sam suggested that maybe, just maybe, nothing was wrong with Cas at all, Dean got up and went to his room. He couldn't believe that Cas was really like that, that that monster was who he had been calling family all this time.

He just couldn't.

A light touch to the forehead made Dean open his eyes. Normally he would have jerked upright but he found himself unable to move. The panic at his newfound paralysis escalated when he saw himself reflected in cold, blue eyes.

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Castiel took in the absolute fear in Dean's eyes as he stroked the man's soft hair and cheek with ironic gentleness. He was sitting on one side of Dean's bed, leaning over him. When he realised that the paralysis had set in, he sighed and lay down over Dean, putting all his weight on him. Cas buried his face in Dean's neck and breathed deep. Dean smelled nice, like soap and himself but Cas could not help but be slightly annoyed that Dean had washed him away.

On the flight here, his anger had dissipated somewhat and Cas was able to really think things through, He knew what he had to do to get what he wanted. He would admit he had been a bit forceful before. He was willing to chalk that up to excitement in the moment; being so close to what he wanted had made him forget himself. But he was fully in control of his faculties now, Dean was vulnerable and Sam was nowhere to be seen.

Cas rose off Dean and gazed into his eyes once more, knowing Dean would never look at him quite like his again. Placing his middle and forefinger on Dean's temple, he reached into Dean's brain and did some…rearranging. Nothing major. He did not want to alter Dean's personality or character for he liked Dean as he was, he just adjusted his priorities.

Cas had to be delicate for the human psyche was a frail thing. He purposely left Dean conscious. He watched hungrily as the hunter's eyes rolled back in his head from the agony of the pseudo-lobotomy. His eyes were the only part of him that could move. Cas loved the feeling of knowing he was the only one who could take away Dean's pain.

It only lasted a minute or so. Cas pulled out of Dean's mind and lifted the paralysis. As soon as he did this however, Dean fell unconscious. Cas frowned. Patience might have been a virtue but it was not one of his. He wanted to see if his handiwork had been successful now. With a sigh of frustration, he got off the bed and walked to the foot of it. The shift of weight on the bed made Dean stir.

"Cas?" he said sleepily, as he opened his eyes.

The sound of his voice made Cas look back to the bed, his annoyance tempered seeing his hunter awake.

"Dean." he answered, his gravelly voice made more ominous by the dark room.

Easing up and rubbing his eyes, Dean groaned, "What're you doing here, man? We already had the talk about boundaries and personal space."