Sorry I took a little while to update. I hope you enjoy this next installment. The chapter is a tad shorted, I hope it's okay. Thank you for your reviews, please keep leaving them, as they help immensely.


Dean wasn't even asleep when there was a knock on the door.

"Who's there?" Dean reached instinctively for his pocketknife, but realized he left it in his jacket. Damnit.

"It's just me, Dean." It was dark, so Dean could see only a silhouette that looked kind of Sam-ish. Plus he had his voice. "Let's get out of here. I've changed my mind."

"Come on, don't be a sissy," Dean said, thinking of the blue eyed angel. He wasn't ready to leave him behind, not just yet. "It's just one night."

"You're right," Sam started walking closer.

"What the hell are you doing?" Suddenly, Sam shrank into the doctor. He put his hand on the side of Dean's face.

"Oh, Dean-"

"Get away from me, creep," he said as he shoved him with some force.

"But I-"

"Out. Now," he growled. Gabriel pouted and left. Normally he could get into anyone's bed if he tried hard enough. Dean was different. Why did he want to stay in the castle though? Any sane person would've hightailed it immediately.


There was a knock on Sam's door. He rolled out of bed, hoping it wasn't Becky again, asking if he needed anything else.

"What are you doing here?" A confused Sam looked down at the doctor, puny in comparison. Gabriel smirked.

"This." He grabbed Sam's robe and pulled him down into a wet kiss.

"What the-"

"Shh." Gabriel put a finger to Sam's lips and pushed him down on the bed.

"I can't do this. I'm-I'm not gay," Sam protested.

"Come on Sammy, there's no harm in giving yourself over to pleasure." Gabriel trailed kisses down Sam's chest.

"Fine, but don't tell Dean. If I sleep with a man, he'll have enough ammunition against me to last several lifetimes."

"Oh, I won't. I swear to Go-oumph." Gabriel's words were cut off by the penis that was in his mouth.


Castiel stood in the bedroom, wearing nothing but his speedo. He was rather confused. The man with whom he had just had…intercourse, Gabriel, had disappeared, leaving Cas by himself. Being an angel, he didn't need to sleep, so all he could do was stand.

In the laboratory, Balthazar and Anael were mopping up. Well, mopping was an overstatement. They were splashing soapy water on the floor and swishing around a broom. Not a mop, a broom.

"I'm bored out of my skull," Anael telepathically messaged Balthazar.

"Same here. What do you say we have a little fun with ol' speedo over there?"

Anael glanced over and nodded.

Balthazar started walking towards Castiel, a strange smile on his face. He pulled out a silver blade and Castiel's eyes widened. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he had to get away from it. He started to make a dash for it, Balthazar laughing and shaking it at him. Castiel ran to the elevator and started climbing down the shaft, as he didn't know how to teleport yet. Balthazar and Anael stayed behind, laughing at the crazed fear that was on his face.

Sam was so fucking close when a screen appeared from nowhere with the butler guy's face on it.

"Sir," he said, completely unfazed by the fact that Gabriel had a cock in his mouth. "Your creation has escaped. Anael and I are sending out the dogs."

"Eh? I'll be right there," Gabriel waved Balthazar away, and a few seconds later he tasted the salty flavor of Sam's cum in his mouth.

There were hounds chasing Castiel through the castle grounds. They were loud, and had sharp teeth. Cas tripped over a bush and lay sprawled on the ground, muddy and bleeding. He waited for them to run past him before finding his way back inside.


Dean was finally fed up. First, they took his clothes. Then, the doctor wanted to bang him. He was going to find someone and demand to be taken to a phone if it killed him. He stumbled down the carpeted hallways until he came to the elevator. Maybe there was someone still in the laboratory. It couldn't hurt to check. When he got there, it looked empty. He was about to go back down when he noticed a monitor labeled 'viewing screen'. Maybe he could use it to find someone. He flipped the lever, and a picture came up of Sam and Gabriel lying next to each other in bed and grinning like kids on Christmas. Dean wasn't sure if he should laugh or puke.

He heard a noise from inside the tank, and went over to investigate. It was the angel, Castiel. His piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring straight through Dean as he looked up at him. He was cut on his hands

"What happened to you?" Dean leaned down and picked up Castiel's hand. The angel struggled to find the words.

"The…dogs were chasing me. I was afraid."

"Oh, it's okay," Dean was reminded of when Sammy got hurt as a kid, and tried to channel that same tone. Cas looked at him and smiled, placing his had on Dean's.

"Emotion: Agitation or disturbance of mind; vehement or excited mental state." It is also a powerful and irrational master. And from what Becky and Anael eagerly viewed on their television monitor, there seemed little doubt that Dean was indeed its slave.

Becky painted a fierce red onto Anael's toes as the redhead was busying herself with the blow drier.

"Oh, what's this?" Anael flipped the switch on the monitor to the laboratory camera, and Dean appeared on the screen as he ran his fingers through Cas's hair.

"Oooh, this is almost as good as watching Sam's room." Anael rolled her eyes.

"Only you would want to see that." Becky shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you think Dean's a virgin?"

"Probably not, but I don't get the impression that he's gay either."

Dean climbed into the tank, trailing his hands across Castiel's back.

"I've never, uh, done this." He admitted. Castiel said nothing, just kept staring.

"Fuck me, Cas," Dean said, dropping the rest of his name. "I need to know what it feels like."

Cas's two hands felt like a million all over Dean as he discovered every inch of his body. Cas had done something like this with Gabriel, but that had been different. He felt like a doll with his creator. With Dean it was different. New. He felt something weird inside of him.

To be honest, Dean didn't really know how he ended up having sex with an angel. It was the air in this place, for sure. Sweet and heavy, decadent. It made you feel passionate and kind of horny. That's probably why Gabriel managed to coax Sam into bed with him.

But Castiel was not the same. Sure, that initial thirsty remark is what started the whole bang-fest, but even now, as they lay together under the red cloth that had been covering the tank, he was content just to hear Cas breathe.

"Well, mark me down as horny after watching that,' Becky commented. Anael wiggled her eyebrows.

"Care to do something about that?"

"You know me so well."


"You absolute bonehead!" Gabriel kicked Balthazar out onto the laboratory floor. He was now wearing Sam's robe. "Do you have any idea what could happen? He has the ability to teleport, for God's sake!"

"I was only away for a moment."

"Well, find him! Use the monitor!"

Balthazar stumbled over to the screen.

"Sir, I think you'll want to see this." The monitor showed an older man in a wheelchair picking the lock of the castle.

"Hey, it's Bobby!" Sam exclaimed.

"You know this man?"

"Yeah, he practically raised Dean and me."

"I see. So this wasn't an accidental meeting. You came here for a reason."

"Woah, slow down. I'm here because I ran out of gas."

"Likely story. You see, Bobby Singer is not unknown to me. He happens to be one of the most prominent hunters in the country. You two knuckleheads are probably here to scope out the scene, are you not?"

"Hunter? What the hell are you talking about?"

"We'll just have to bring Mr. Singer here to chat, won't we." Gabriel flipped a lever that caused a large magnet to appear. A few moments later, Bobby crashed through the wall, rolled across the floor, and slammed into the magnet.

"Bobby!"

"Sam, what are you doing here? And where's Dean? You two idjits are always getting into some sort of trouble, I swear to-"

"Save it, Bobby. You know perfectly well what the giant and his brother are doing here."

A noise suddenly came from the tank. Gabriel walked over and whipped away the cloth to reveal Castiel and Dean. They both jumped up, embarrassed.

"Dean!" Sam said.

"Sam!"

"Dean!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Bobby!"

"Castiel!" Gabriel whined. Castiel whipped his head around to stare at the doctor.

"Dean!"

"Sam!"

"Dean!"

"Bobby!"

"Castiel!"

"Dean!"

"Sam!"

"Dean!"

"Bobby!"

"Castiel!"

The ringing of a gong broke this repetitive shouting.

"Dinner is prepared, sir," Anael announced.

"Well then," Gabriel said. "I would like to invite you all to dinner. Clothing…optional," he said as he eyed Sam's abs.