Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait. I've been busy lately. Thankfully, I got time to update this today. Dean's confession in the last chapter was…unexpected for me just like I'm sure it was for you guys as well. The character just sort of grabbed me and told me what to write. So I did. That confession is NOT going to cause any problems nor is Castiel going to tell anyone. It's a part of Dean's past that will stay there. Anyways, I hope you're enjoying the story and remember to review.

True Rayanne Adaire.

Chapter Ten

Dean

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't help but to stare at Cas. He was sleeping peacefully, his arms around my waist, and I couldn't help but to notice how much younger he looked while he was sleeping. Again, as I stared at his sleeping face, it hit me how lucky I was. Cas was gorgeous. He could have literally anyone he wanted. Male or female, though he assured me that he didn't like girls that way. And he'd chosen me. Dean Winchester. A broken, deformed, and mentally fucked up teenager with more problems than I could handle on my own. He'd chosen me. The thought never failed to make me smile and I found myself burying my face in his chest once more, relishing the feel of his arms around me. Slowly, I felt him start to wake up and turned my face to look up at him. He was blinking down at me, his brilliant blue eyes still half closed in sleep, and I pushed myself up to give him a gentle kiss. He returned it lazily before tugging me back onto his chest and closing his eyes again, burying his face against my hair. I glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost one in the afternoon.

"It's past noon, love." I said softly, laughing as he groaned and pulled me even closer.

"Don' wanna get up yet." He muttered, squeezing me tightly.

I laughed. "Me neither but we've gotta make some kind of appearance today. Ellen and Bobby might think we died."

He pulled back to gaze at me. "We can come back after? I don't feel like being around everyone today…"

"Of course, love. I kinda don't feel like spending a lot of time around everyone either. We can come back here and cuddle and stuff after we eat."

"I'm not going to put proper clothes on then."

"Me neither."

And we didn't. Cas threw on a t-shirt (he was already wearing shorts and a muscle shirt) and I tossed on a pair of pajama pants as we headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. The house was quiet as we headed down, the only sound coming from the living room, and I wondered idly what was going on. Sam was standing in the kitchen, talking to Ash as we walked in.

"Ellen wants you to head to the living room. Chuck's here to talk to you and your brothers. I was just about to head up there." Sam said, giving us an apologetic glance.

Cas rolled his eyes. "What'd I do this time?" he wondered, pecking my lips before leaving the room.

I yawned as I grabbed a glass of orange juice and a donut from the counter. Sitting next to Sam, I started to eat before noticing the look on my little brother's face. Frowning, I downed my orange juice and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What's wrong Sammy?"

He shook his head at me, frowning slightly. "It's nothing…"

"Samuel Winchester. Just tell me already kid." I said, leaning back in my seat.

"Just…your night terrors are getting worse, aren't they?"

He was worried about me. "Sammy, quit bein' a worrywart. I'll be okay. It's just the first time in a long while that I've had 'em." I said, patting him on the back.

"You've woken up screaming every night of the week so far, Dean. Last night, you scared Lucifer. He thought someone was in the house or somethin'."

"I'm sorry Sammy. I'm workin' on it. I promise."

He gave me a look I knew all too well. "Dean, if you wanna talk about it I'm here."

I held up a hand. "No chick flick moments kid. 'Sides, I've already talked about it. I'll be okay. Quit worryin' about me already."

He sighed but didn't say anything and I was glad he'd let the conversation drop. It wasn't that I didn't trust Sam, I just didn't feel like talking about the dreams with him. Sam was the little brother, I was the big brother. Big brothers did not talk about stuff like that with their little brothers. Not this big brother at least. He could come to me with his problems any day and I'd help him…but he was not going to shoulder my shit. No way in Hell.

Sighing, I leaned back and waited for Cas to come back. Ash had taken off out of the kitchen with Jo, leaving Sam and I alone in the kitchen. It was quiet enough that, if I listened closely enough, I could hear voices in the living room. One in particular was the loudest, seeming to scream something before the other one took over. Gabriel and Cas were screaming…but not at each other. Frowning, I listened closer and heard Lucifer say something else in a low, dark voice, before the living room door opened and slammed again. A few seconds later, Lucifer entered the kitchen. His blonde hair was disheveled and he looked pissed. He gave Sam and I a look before he said anything.

"You guys might wanna be on your feet when your men come out. They're likely to drag you by the hair to your rooms." He said, listening to Gabe and Cas screaming again.

"What happened?" I asked and Lucifer sighed.

"They'll tell you. Just…give them time." He answered evenly, his fists clenching at his sides.

Before I could reply, the living room door smashed open and Gabe rushed in, followed soon after by Cas. Like Lucifer had said, Gabe grabbed Sam's hand and yanked him out of the room. Cas, however, just grabbed my hand and held it for a long while. He stared at me, his expression dark, before Lucifer spoke in a low voice.

"Cas...just tell him what happened. He needs to know. Go to your room, though. I don't want anyone else hearing you lose it like that."

My blue-eyed angel nodded, pulling me along silently until we reached our room. As soon as the door was shut, he sank down onto the bed and growled. There was anger in face and fear too and I wondered what was going on. In the room next to us, Gabe was yelling and Sam was talking in a quiet voice and I wondered if Chuck had found out about the relationships and decided to move them. Gulping at the horrible thought, I sat down next to Cas and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"What's wrong angel?"

"He escaped. Balthazar fucking escaped and he's looking for us…"

"How the fuck did he escape?"

Cas shrugged, leaning against me. "They don't know. He's just…gone. And no one knows where the fuck he's gone to."

"It's going to be okay Cas. I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I…I don't want him to…hurt you." He whispered, voice catching in his throat.

I kissed the side of his head. "He won't hurt me babe. Trust me. Come on, love. Let's get back in bed."

He nodded, standing up and removing his t-shirt and muscle shirt. I removed my own clothes before laying down next to him and pulling him into my arms. Cas curled against me, pressing his head to my chest, as we fell asleep. This time, there were no nightmares for either of us. As long as he was in my arms…I was safe and so was he. That was all that mattered.