He didn't really avoid the room, so much as he wasn't curious about Dean's plans. Three months of slavery and whoring himself out would result in the freedom

of Gabriel. Castiel bit his lip and wondered through the house. Like Gabriel, he was too busy being a brother and good son to have found a partner to love and

hold. Or in many cases trust enough with his family holdings. Gabriel and Lucifer were the world to him and if he could keep them from suffering then by god he

would do so. Nothing was greater to him then family, they were all that was left of a once grand family.

A knock on the door sounded and Castiel went to answer, Dean was there looking around, whistling. "Dean." Castiel said, "Please do come in." Dean nodded,

"Large place you have here, pretty and elegant." Castiel shrugged, "It's home, though, it takes forever to clean." Dean looked at him in a weird way before

stepping inside the house. There was a great hall and Destiel walked into a living room and indicated to seats, "Please sit down, can I get you anything?" Dean

shrugged, "Not right now. I came to speak with you over a few small details." Castiel's eyebrow rose, "Alright. What do you want?" Dean smiled, "I want your

brother to live with my brother for a while. Gabriel will need to be there for my brother day and night. So if they move in together it will save on time and gas."

Castiel nodded, "It does have some sense to it. I would also want him to get out of that hole you have stuck him in. Gabriel has always had this wild and free

persona. I believe your brother to be honorable and treat him as such."

Dean rolled his eyes, "That is Sammy. That raises another question then, would you like us to live here? I would have to have you with me at all times. You can

either move in with me at the office, since I am leaving my house to Sam and your brother. Or you can have me move in here." Castiel looked away, "I would

prefer not to be taken from my home environment. I would need to be able to take care of Gabriel and my stocks and companies." Dean nodded, "When you

need the time, you will have it. For everything else, you will be under my direct order, is that understood?" Castiel looked at him, "Yes, everything is understood

Mr. Winchester." Dean almost flinched, "You will also call me something that is not that. It sounds old. I am not old." Castiel nodded, "Yes Sir." Dean almost

sighed, almost. "That will do. I want to see what rooms I get to select from. Where are the bedrooms located?" Castiel bit his lip, something Dean knew he

immediately liked, "The third floor."

Dean stood, "Alright. Get to the kitchen and get me something to drink. Uriel will be along soon with my things. I will be upstairs choosing my room, meet me

when you're done." Dean left a startled and confused Castiel who shrugged and went into the kitchen. Dean was climbing the stairs thinking about how

attractive Cas was. His black rustled hair, unbearably blue eyes, and kissable lips. Sighing he made it to the third floor, there was ten rooms to this floor. The

rooms had double doors though, indicating that the rooms were huge. "Damn rich people." Dean muttered. "They aren't rich," a voice told him, turning he saw a

man that was at least five to ten years older than him, "Who the hell are you?" The man smiled, "An old friend of Gabe and Cassie's. The name is Balthazar. I

love walks on the beach and orange tea." Dean looked around, "Who the hell is Cassie? Regardless, this looks like wealth to me." Balthazar shrugged, "It's

been in the family for ever. Those two boys aren't rich though. They have a few thousand dollars to their name right now. In a few months, then they'll be rich."

"Balthazar," Castiel said, "What are you doing here? I have been here the whole day and I didn't see you." Balthazar shrugged, "I was sleeping. Figures

needed going over and I was very exhausted." Castiel handed Dean something orange., "Here you go sir." Balthazar lifted an eyebrow but didn't say anything,

sensing Castiel's uncomforting tension. "Castiel!" Balthazar said loudly, "I just remembered. I haven't seen the trickster around lately, where is he?" Castiel

shrugged, "You know Gabriel. Probably pulling a prank somewhere in Australia for all we know. He has asked for a few weeks off considering everything."

Balthazar nodded, "I know there is something else, but I know not to push you. Castiel, I am leaving now, Luci wanted some paper work done and though I do

dread having to deal with the mood swings, I am going to go and earn some large money from him." He blew a kiss to Castiel, nodded at Dean and left. The

two did not speak until a car was heard squealing into the distance. "Who was that?" Dean asked, a bit of jealousy in his tone, if Castiel had noticed he didn't

act on it. "A family friend, more like a brother to me and Gabriel if anything. Have you chosen a room?" Dean shook his head, "I want to see the room that Uriel

should have prepared. Castiel paled, he had not gone into the room at all, even though he knew he would sometime soon have to.

Castiel took a breath and led the way, "It is right next to my room, those are my private chambers and no one would disturb us. Even Gabriel knows to stay out

of my personal space." Dean smirked at how Castiel said the sentence, as if it were an obvious statement. "Castiel," Dean said, when they stopped outside of

a door and Castiel was relunctant to open it, "Is this it?" Castiel nodded and Dean opened the door, it was painted with a light brown, a gasp drew his

attention from the room to the man beside him. Castiel was taking in everything and losing color as the seconds passed. Dean quickly closed the door, "I don't

think you're ready for the room until later tonight. Show me your room." Castiel pointed to the door at the end of the hall. Dean walked over and opened the

door. The room was indeed large, there was a huge wooden bed in the center. A chandelier hung in the middle, the walls hung with different posters of arts.

There was a balcony behind the bed and bookshelves on either side, tables and comfortable modems were laid about the room. Dean immediately thought the

room was perfect for their games and so he chose it. "This is going to be my room then." He said, "I like it and it suits me." Castiel cocked his head to the side,

"Very well. I realize you haven't drank your tea, was it not to your liking?" Dean shook his head, "It's fine." He took a giant drink only to spit it out, "What the

friggin hell is that?" Castiel took the cup, "Orange Tea of course."

A honk interrupted their thoughts signaling that Uriel had arrived. Dean walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, "Be a good little person and tell him to

bring my things up here. I am going to rest and don't want to be disturbed, if he asks anything tell him to put my stuff in here and tools in the other room."

Castiel paled again but left the room, Uriel was already inside, "Hey boy. Where is Dean?" Castiel shrugged, "Resting? He said to put the tools in the same

room and put his things in the room at the end of the hall." Uriel nodded, "Fine, can you help me carry in the other two suitcases? I need to get back to the

club." Castiel picked up the two suitcases in front of him and looked questioningly at Uriel who smiled, "Those go in the special room, be careful there are

breakables." Castiel walked slowly up the three flights of stairs with the heavy items. When he reached the door with Uriel he paused, a frown on his face. "Go

on boy," Uriel said smiling in a weird fashion, "It won't hurt you, not without Dean in there." Castiel dropped the suitcases and Uriel chuckled, "I told you to be

careful." He opened the door to the room Dean was in and went in.

Castiel went into the room after a while, his eyes closed tight and his breathing coming in fast and big quantities. "Take a deep single breath Cas." Dean said

to him, making his eyes snap open in surprise. Castiel's hands let go of the items as he pressed himself close to the door. Dean frowned, from the first moment

he met and saw Castiel he wanted a relationship of trust. That was the reason behind the smile Dean had seen Castiel give Gabriel. Dean walked towards

Castiel, a hurt look in his eyes. Castiel was confused by this, his head cocked to the side as if he didn't understand what was going on. Dean placed a hand on

either side of his head, "You don't have to fear me Cas. I wouldn't hurt you beyond repair, trust me when I say most of these things are meant for pleasure not

pain." Castiel bit his lip and looked away, "Can I pack Gabriel some clothes to take with him?" Dean stepped back, "No. Sam will get him what he needs.

Speaking of which. I like how these jean shorts fit you." Castiel put his hand on the door knob. In one swift turn he was out and down the stairs leaving a

chuckling Dean behind him.

Castiel was hiding, Dean was sure of it. There were another terms one could use to describe it, among them would be avoid. Dean liked to be blunt and would

say hide, he was exploring the house not really caring where Castiel hid himself for the moment. He came across some pictures of a dark haired boy with

amazing blue eyes. In one he had cowboy boots and a diaper, in another he was with two other boys and they were smiling at the photographer with twinkles

in their eyes. A third was the boy staring out the window taken by surprise. "Gabriel and Lucifer liked taking pictures of me, apparently I made good material."

Castiel startled him and he jumped. "Shit Cas!" Dean said, "Warn a fellow!" Castiel lowered his head, "I apologize." Dean smiled, "I see. It's alright. I think I am

going to get you a bell." Castiel tilt his head to the side, "I do not think that will help me be louder."

Dean shrugged, "It will be a very loud bell." Castiel stood silently behind him, "If you think you must. I was going to inform you that I was needed in the office

at least twice a week. Do we have rules?" Dean smiled, "Simple ones. You're to be my slave behind closed doors. I will not interfere with your work. If you are

to have a ceremony or go to one let me know a week or two in advance. If you are meeting someone let me know as well. I do prefer for you not to date while

we do this it would cause problems." Castiel nodded, "Will that be all?" Dean nodded, "Go to the room and sleep. We will discuss everything late tomorrow."

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