ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

Hey, guys. Here's the aftermath. There were a few expectations, so I hope you'll be satisfied with the outcome. I had to rewrite it. Sammy turned out a bit sensitive, but I'm sure it's not that big of a deal after what happened, right? :)

Alright, have a good read!

Waking up the next morning, the first thing Sam's mind registered was soft warmth around him. When he moved to burrow into it further, his arm slid on warm skin next to him. The stinging of his eyes was the next he felt. Was he crying? Why was he crying?

Then the events from the previous night came back to him. Castiel attacked him and… Sam shuddered from the resurfacing memories. Tears gathered behind his closed lids; he wanted to rip his skin off of himself to get rid of the traces of last night. He felt shame poison his heart, helplessness infect his mind, he felt dirty and used, but most of all he felt confused. Why would the angel do this to him? Why didn't he ask Sam if he wanted it? Why didn't he stop…?

Finally he opened his eyes with a deep, shaky breath, afraid to look at Castiel, fearing that he would find that look on the familiar face. He was a bit relieved when he met a peaceful, sleeping-looking angel. He couldn't stop a shiver to run down his body, when he realized that both of them were naked. Something white caught his gaze: examining it further, he found pure white feathers. It was a wing! As Sam moved, he felt softness caress his naked back, the other wing lying on him like a blanket. His movement, though, caused the wing to tighten around him.

Sam's breathing picked up speed, waiting for the angel to attack him again, but the protectiveness from the gesture made him hesitate. Seeing that the angel didn't wake up, Sam tried to get up from the bed, but pain struck into his backside. Swallowing a whimper, he stiffened and stayed rigid, until a gentle hand cupping his cheek shook him from that state. Looking up, the sight made his heart ache from confusion.

Concerned blue eyes stared back at him filled with apology. The touch on Sam's cheek was tender, the thumb stroking the skin comfortingly. Sam couldn't stop a sob to break out of him and the angel carefully pulled him back down, caressing the brown locks lovingly.

"I am so, so sorry" Castiel whispered, his face showing genuine sorrow. Sam pulled out of the angel's arms and slowly sat up, trying and failing not to aggravate the pain in his backside.

"Don't" he gasped out, while wiping his tears away shamefully. He felt movement beside him and Castiel wrapped an arm around him, but Sam shied away from his touch. The young man had a lot of questions running around in his head. 'What happened last night?' 'How could you do that to me?' 'What the fucking hell were you thinking?' and so on. But for some reason, only one shaky word came out of his mouth:

"Why?"

"I don't know" the angel answered with a sad sigh. "I did not mean to hurt you in any way. I just do not know what came over me… I understand if I betrayed your trust…" Sam sniffed and stood up from the bed, not looking at the angel next to him. He gathered his clothes and accessories, before speaking, his back to Castiel:

"I'm going to take a shower. When I come out…" one tear slid down his cheek, hidden from Castiel's gaze, "please, don't be here!" With that he went into the bathroom, trying to hide his limp.

"I understand" he heard the angel's voice, just before shutting the door.

Sam took his time in the bathroom, scrubbing his skin under the hot water, until it was pink and raw. Only when the water turned cold, did he stop and he was just sitting under the shower, letting the coolness sooth his sensitive skin. When he was starting to shiver from the cold, he shut off the water and clambered out of the shower.

As he was drying himself carefully, he remembered Dean. What was he gonna tell his brother about all this? Dean would surely notice something was wrong. Sam then decided to keep this to himself for now. He had to sort his own thoughts out before dumping them onto someone else. With that he left the bathroom.

To his relief, Castiel did as Sam asked. But then he found Dean sitting at the table, eating breakfast. When Sam joined him, his brother looked up at him, a frown appearing on his face. Sam knew that Dean saw the redness of his skin, but without a word he sat down opposite Dean and began eating. Dean watched him for a few moments then returned to his own food. After their meal they packed their stuff to move along to the next town.

"Oh" Dean spoke as he walked towards the door with his duffel bag, Sam still organizing his stuff in his, "Cas asked me to tell you, he'll come for a visit when we settle into a motel." Stepping out of the room, he missed Sam's terror-filled gaze at that. Sam forced himself to calm down then followed his brother to the car.

During their trip to Somewhere, Any State, Sam knew that Dean noticed his gloominess. However, Sam hoped that his brother just chalked it up to his 'emo-chick' nature, because the man didn't say anything to him. Sam was glad because he could get through his inner turmoil in peace. He turned towards the scenery outside, but the road they were on wasn't surrounded by a forest or houses, so his only view was the blue sky. Suddenly feeling the touches on his skin, the kisses caressing every little point of his body, the pain increasing in his backside… he shuddered and subtly wiped away his gathering tears.

Deciding to get his mind off of what happened, he plucked out his book from his duffel bag on the backseat, ignoring Dean's complaints of his ass in the man's face, and settled into his seat to finish it.

"Why the hell are you reading that crap?" Dean asked for the hundredth time. Ever since he found out that Sam began reading the Supernatural books, he wouldn't shut up about how lame the story was and how their life sucks and no one should enjoy their torments.

"'Cause it's interesting" Sam replied, not really listening. He knew that his brother would ask…

"Which case is it?" came the expected question, which broke a chuckle out of Sam.

"The tulpa" Sam answered, glancing at Dean's stoic expression, gaze pinned to the road. A frown appeared on the older man's forehead. "Texas? The two idiots interfering into our job?"

"Jeez, those two" Dean groaned as he finally remembered. The conversation ended and Sam returned to his book, glad that he had a big brother who cheered him up, not even knowing that little brother needed it.

Just as he finished the book, Dean pulled into a parking space in front of a motel. When Sam looked up, he noticed that the place was neater than their average choice.

"I'll get a room" Dean spoke as he cut the engine. "We pack our stuff in then we go get dinner. I'm starving."

"As always" Sam muttered as Dean got out of the car. His brother flipped him off before shutting the door and walking into the building. Sam gingerly got out of the car, his backside still hurting, awaking a memory of the pain and pleasure he felt last night. Troubling and panicked thoughts filled his mind and blood rushed to his groin at the same time. Not wanting to bear the questions and/or teasing, he dismissed his thoughts of last night. He put the book back into his bag and was considering getting the next two parts of the series from a library or a bookshop. He would be able to buy them since no one was selling it for a high price.

"Hey!" the shout broke him out of his musing and he could catch the room key flying his way at the last moment.

"Room 4" Dean informed him as he got into the car to drive in front of their room. Sam quickly followed him and as Dean got their stuff out, he opened the door. He waited for his brother to come out then they sat into the car and drove away to find a decent place to eat.

Sam couldn't stop the fear creeping up on him, when Dean got the phone number of the waitress. He didn't want to stay alone with Castiel! What if the angel turns back to that beast, when he sees Sam? As they drove back to the motel, Sam tried to calm down and stop his shaking. Arriving back to the motel, Dean settled down onto his bed closer to the door, dialing the number. Sam drowned out the man's conversation, as he took off his jacket and threw it onto his own bed. A moment later flutter of wings reached his ears and Sam quickly turned around. Castiel was standing in the middle of the room, eyeing Sam carefully, apology still glinting in those light blue eyes.

"Alright, guys" Dean stood up, already aware of the angel's arrival. "I need to be somewhere else, so behave!" Sam snapped his gaze to his brother, who left the room with a smile. Soon the Impala's purr floated into the room, fading away in the distance. Sam gulped in fear, the knowledge of remaining alone with Castiel crushing down on him. He saw the angel stepping closer to him, so Sam stepped back. The angel looked devastated at that, but didn't say anything. Castiel began searching in one pocket of his trenchcoat. A second later he pulled out two books that Sam recognized quickly.

"I brought you these as tokens of my apology for the previous night" the angel said and gave the books to his human. Sam smiled at the covers of the Supernatural books, identifying the cases he and Dean worked on: the shtriga and that horrible painting. He had a small sense of melancholy as he remembered Sarah, the girl from the auction. But then he remembered why he got them.

"I can't accept these" he whispered, but Castiel just lifted his hand to stop him.

"I don't expect any forgiveness from you" he said. "I understand that I don't deserve it. But please, accept them, so you know that I'm deeply sorry for causing you pain. I just hope that you will forgive me someday for betraying you."

Silence settled between them, Sam feeling the weight of the angel's gaze on him, like he was waiting for an answer. Sam then nodded in understanding and put the books onto the nightstand. Turning back he saw the angel still watching him with hope and love in his eyes.

"Thank you" Castiel said quietly.

"Please, just go!" Sam whispered, his heart shattering at the fall of the angel's face. Castiel disappeared without a word, the curtains fluttering from the wind the angel's wings created. Sam collapsed onto the floor, his heart breaking from the betrayal of his lover. He pulled his knees up to his chest, laid his arms on them and hid his tear-stained face away from the world, soft sobs wracking his curled up, shaking body.

Unknowingly to him, someone saw everything that happened. That someone knew what was the only thing that needed to be done.

Dean was trying to get his mind into the things he wanted to do to the girl with him, but his thoughts kept wandering away and back to the motel room. He just couldn't decide if what he had seen back there was real or just his imagination. For a moment, when Sam had looked at him, it seemed like terror was glinting in his little brother's hazel eyes.

"What is it, handsome?" the girl asked in a seductive voice, which usually helps Dean to forget his troubles, but not today. But before he could answer, a knock came from the entrance door of the girl's apartment. "To be continued" the girl said jumping up and hurrying to the door. "Can I help you?" she asked after she opened the door.

"You sure can, sweetheart" came a suspiciously familiar voice from the hallway. "But not tonight. Is Dean Winchester here?"

Dean snapped his head to the way of the voice, as he heard his own name then he jumped up and hurried to the door. His jaw dropped from shock when he caught sight of the guest.

"Gabriel?" he gaped at the supposedly dead archangel. Gabriel gave him that annoying smirk that he picked up from his time as a Trickster.

"Hello there, big boy" Gabriel said cheerfully, but Dean saw something in his blue eyes. Could it be… worry? "Looks like you have a pretty good catch" he continued, eyeing the girl next to them. "I'm sorry to crash this party, but I need to steal the man for a while" Gabriel turned to the girl. "You don't mind? It's family business."

"Oh, no" the girl hurried to answer. "Of course not." Dean quickly got his coat and car keys and hurried out the door. "Call me if you wanna see me again, handsome!" the girl said to Dean with a leering smile.

"Oh, don't worry, I will" Dean answered with his own come-hither look before he was pulled away by Gabriel. "Whoa, Gabriel, what's the hurry?"

"Your brother" the archangel's answer was serious but quiet. Reaching the parking lot and the Impala, Gabriel put his hand on the hood and took all of them back to the motel in a blink of an eye.

"Start explaining right now!" Dean ordered instantly.

"Look, I don't exactly now what's going on here" Gabriel replied, as he began pulling the older Winchester brother towards the motel room, "but Sam needs you."

Before Dean could speak, or more like demand, again, they stepped into the room. Dean's eyes landed on his little brother's huddled form between the two beds, soft sobs coming from behind the arms lying on Sam's knees. Dean hurried next to his brother and kneeled down next to him.

"Sammy?" he spoke softly, not wanting to scare the younger man. Sam looked at him, his state breaking Dean's heart. The hazel eyes were red and puffy, tear tracks were glinting on the pale cheeks, his nostrils were flushed. Sam's sobs stopped abruptly for a second, when he saw Gabriel standing behind his brother, worry in his eyes.

"Tell him, Sam!" the archangel said softly. Dean glanced at Gabriel briefly then turned back to Sam, waiting. Sam looked at the two before him then broke down into harsher sobs. Panicking, Dean yanked his distraught sibling into his arms, turning to Gabriel for an explanation. Sam reveled in the protectiveness of the tight hold on the back of his head and around his torso, while he hugged back desperately.

"What the hell happened to him?" Dean snapped, rocking his brother gently despite his harsh tone.

"Castiel forced sexual interaction with him" Gabriel answered quietly, mindful about Sam, but it was to no avail: the young man's sobs grew in intensity.

"What?" Dean cried out enraged, tightening his hold on his sibling. "That sonovabitch!" When Sam flinched at his voice, Dean was quick to shush him. "It's okay, Sammy, it's okay. He won't hurt you again, I won't let him." Sam felt peace engulf him at the soothing voice like always, and when his sobs died down to hiccups and sniffs, Dean straightened him up. "What happened?" Dean asked softly.

"He…" Sam tried to collect himself enough to speak. "He came to me, y-yesterd-day, and he was acting strange and then he started kissing me then t-touching me and then…" Sam broke off again from the memories resurfacing again. Dean pulled him back into his arms, burying his fingers into Sam's sweaty, brown locks. How could he not see this? How could he miss the suffering his brother was going through? Tears were gathering in his eyes at the great failure at his job, but he suppressed them for Sam's sake.

"Hey, Sammy" he spoke gently, pushing the younger man away to look into the hazel eyes. "Why don't you go have a nice, long shower then get a good night's sleep? I'll bet you're exhausted." Sam nodded with a hiccup and staggered onto his feet with Dean's help. When the young man disappeared behind the door, Dean rounded onto Gabriel.

"What the hell did your brother think?" he seethed, his fury increasing at the distracted look in the archangel's eyes.

"Something's not right" Gabriel muttered. "I think we missed something."

"What the heck do you mean?" Dean barely held himself back from shouting. "Castiel raped my brother!"

"Dean, just listen!" Gabriel held his hands up soothingly. "I know you're pissed and you have every right to be. If I would be in your place with one of my younger brothers, I would act like the same. But something's not adding up. Even Sam said that Castiel was acting strange, and I can tell you that this is very uncharacteristic for him."

"So what, Castiel was pushed into this?" Dean sneered disbelievingly.

"No, I meant you need to hear both sides of the story, before lashing out" the archangel replied calmly. "You're the only one Castiel would listen to, if you forbid him to see Sam. But there's a risk of destroying a perfect couple here."

"Perfect? A perfect boyfriend doesn't rape his lover!"

"Look!" Gabriel sighed, knowing how thick Dean Winchester's skull was. "I'm only saying that you need to make a decision here, and you can't do that with your emotions overwhelming you. You have to be calm and logical about this. And those two have to talk to each other."

Dean wanted to scream at the archangel, but he knew he was right. They needed to sit down and discuss this, no matter what he felt about the situation.

"Fine" he sighed at last. "Tell Cas to come here tomorrow afternoon!" His emerald irises hardened into cyanide-green. "But if everything went down like that, I will tear your brother's wings out with my own hands and fry him in holy oil, you hear me?" Even though Gabriel's eyes steeled at the threat, he nodded then disappeared.

The next moment the bathroom door opened to reveal Sam's shaking form. Dean noticed that the young man's skin was reddened again and now he understood why. He pulled his little brother into a tender hug then helped him to sleep, tucking in the curled up body and standing guard next to him all night.

Sam was very nervous about the upcoming events. He got news of the meeting with Castiel from Dean this morning and he had a small panic attack, but Dean assured him that he will be alright. Sam knew they needed this, but he was terrified to look Castiel in the eyes after everything. He still loved the angel and he was sure the angel loved him, too, but there was a huge dent in his trust and it wasn't that easy to repair.

Soon, too soon, the time came. Dean and Sam sat down at the table, and when Castiel arrived, he sat down next to Dean, but opposite of Sam. The three of them looked like a dueling pair and Dean was the referee.

"Alright" Dean spoke up first. Sam's gaze was fixed onto the tabletop, while Castiel was staring at his beautiful, but broken lover, guilt washing through him again. "I already heard Sam's side of the story. What's your explanation?" the man turned to the angel.

"I'm not exactly sure what came over me" Castiel started. "I was finishing my rounds that day and decided to come visit Sam, but I met my Father. We talked, but it's really hazy… The next thing I know I'm down here with Sam… When I saw him" Castiel turned his gaze onto Sam, whose head was still lowered, "it was like I spotted the rarest, most beautiful being on Earth. And I was overwhelmed by this feeling… that I had to have him…" Sam's brow furrowed at the angel's explanation. "And I did it… Sam" the angel leaned forward, grasping Sam's shaking hands. The young man looked up startled. "I can't even imagine, what damage I caused between us with my acts. But you have to know, I'm really sorry about the pain I caused you, but I don't regret making love to you." Sam saw the honesty in those wide blue eyes and felt hesitation overtake him.

"I see" Dean murmured, deep in thoughts. "Sammy, tell me something!" Sam snapped his head to him. "Did you enjoy it?"

Sam was taken aback by the question, but as he really thought about it, he couldn't do anything but nod.

"Did you want Cas to stop because he broke the limit between the two of you, or because the… intercourse was too painful to bear?" Judging by the light blush, Dean was a bit embarrassed by those personal questions. Sam snatched his gaze away and back to the tabletop then suddenly he ripped his hand away from Castiel's hold and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Castiel jumped up to go after him, but Dean stopped him.

"Leave him!" the man said. "He needs some time to think." Cas nodded at him. "Why don't we go out for a drink or two?"

The bar wasn't exactly full, so Dean and Castiel could have a peaceful time together. Castiel understood that this is Dean's way to say that he began forgiving the angel. After Dean had left a note for Sam that they have gone out, the man drove them to the nearest bar to loosen up after the stressful days.

Their night was interrupted by Dean's phone ringing, signing a text message. Dean read it and smiled, before jumping up and paying for their drinks.

"Come on, Cas!" he said loudly over the music. Castiel followed him out the door, hope rising in him, praying that Dean would take him back to Sam. They sat into the car and Dean started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot.

Soon they stopped in front of the motel, but the engine was still running.

"I have somewhere else to be" Dean said to Cas with a smile. The angel smiled gratefully at his friend and got out of the car. Stepping into the motel room, he didn't hear the Impala leaving, because he was shocked at the sight of the motel room.

Everything was covered with lit candles, covering the room in a beautiful golden glow. The farther bed was covered with a deep red, velvet bedspread, silky to the touch. On the nightstand stood a vase with a bigger bouquet of red roses.

"Do you like it?" came a timid voice behind him. Turning around the angel found Sam leaning against the bathroom door. But what made Castiel forget how to speak was the golden glow on the tanned, naked body. He always thought his lover was beautiful, but now he found the young man completely, breathtakingly gorgeous. Sam slowly stepped closer, well-defined muscles rippling under tight, soft skin. When he was close enough, Castiel wrapped his arms around the young man's waist and pulled him into a deep, hungry, but slow and sensual kiss.

Sam moaned softly at those lips locked onto his, his hands wandering up around the angel. After a few minutes they pulled apart, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Sam…" Castiel whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Can I…?"

"Yes" Sam breathed back, a needy moan breaking out of him. "Please…"

With that Castiel kissed his human then gently lowering him down onto the velvet cover, he showered Sam with his love, bringing the young man to heights Sam never even imagined existing. For both of them it was sensual, unforgettable and officially the first time. Neither of them could have imagined a more perfect companion to their journey of love.

The next day Sam woke in the same position, with soft warmth surrounding him. But there was one difference now: he was in a happy bliss, not in agonizing fear. When he looked up he saw the pure white wings wrapped around him. He began sitting up, but now it wasn't that painful for him. Castiel had told him that he wasn't with anyone, just like Sam, but the angel watched over the centuries, how love blossomed between humans and some of them were two men together. And Gabriel showed the younger angel the tricks on two volunteering men. Sam couldn't believe how un-angel-like was the former Trickster.

A kiss on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts and turning that way he met with those beautiful blue eyes. Castiel was sitting next to him, an arm around Sam's shoulders. Sam leaned in and pressed a shy kiss onto the angel's lips, causing Castiel to smile.

"Are you okay?" the angel asked worriedly.

"Yes, I am" Sam answered with an honest smile. "It was wonderful."

"Yes it was" Castiel replied with a dreamy look. They shared another kiss then Sam turned his attention to the wings sprouting from Castiel's back.

"Your wings are beautiful" he whispered in awe, as he timidly caressed the soft feathers. "How come I can see them?"

"Because you are my lover" Castiel answered wrapping an arm around Sam's waist. "My mate…" Sam smiled at the term.

"My mate" he breathed, as well, pressing a kiss onto the angel's lips. "I'm gonna take a shower" he added and slowly stood up. Gathering his clothes, he walked into the bathroom, still limping slightly.

"Do you want me to help you with the pain?" Castiel asked, just before Sam shut the bathroom door. Sam just shook his head with a smile.

When he returned from the bathroom, dressed and freshened up, he saw Dean sitting at the table with breakfast, already eating his burger and Castiel seated next to him, his trenchcoat laid out on the back of the chair. As Sam limped closer, Cas quickly stood up and retrieved a pillow from the man's bed and placed it on the free chair for Sam. The young man kissed him in thanks and gingerly lowered himself onto the seat. All the while Dean was watching the pair curiously.

"Alright" Dean spoke up. "What did you do last night?"

"Nothing" Sam replied quickly, before Cas would have been able to be honest to his brother, but he was surprised to hear the angel say the same thing at the same time. At Dean's disbelieving look Sam couldn't help but blush deeply.

"Ahhh" Dean breathed, his eyes lighting up in understanding, a smirk setting camp on his face. "I see." Sam tried glare at his brother to shut up, but when has that ever worked? "And judging by the limp, you're the bottom, Sammy, am I right?" the man grinned at his embarrassed little brother. "I always knew you were the girl…" his sentence was interrupted by a balled up wrapper that hit him in the nose. When he looked around, he met with Sam's surprised expression and Cas' gaze pinned to the far upper-corner of the room, the angel feigning innocence.

Dean mock-glared at his friend and went back to his breakfast. Sam hid his grin behind his coffee cup. It was just like the old times.

The brothers checked out of the motel room to begin their trip to a hunt. Castiel had already left, saying that he will meet them in the motel room they settle in. Sam started on his new book, trying to ignore his pain in the ass. Fortunately, his brother wasn't bothering him that much now, learning from his first try: the first time he sniggered at Sam's uncomfortable shifting, Dean earned a smack to the back of his head. Ever since that occasion he didn't dare to say anything, his forehead throbbing in pain from the meeting with the steering wheel, so Sam could focus on his other ache in his backside. He didn't know yet what the future was planning for him.

TBC

So, how did I do? Hope you're happy with the length.

And are you glad for bringing back Gabriel? I like him, so I wanted to involve him, as well.

Alright, see you soon!