Dean went to the closet and found a baby blue comforter. He grabbed it and without thinking, threw it to Mike. Mike attempted to catch it with one hand, but failed and fell forward onto it causing the sheet to slide down Mike's back. Mike hissed in pain, and Dean almost didn't hear it. He was too caught up in starring at the bruised and bloody mess that was Mike's back.
Dean quickly snapped out of it and rushed to Mike. "Oh my god, are you alright? I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking."
Dean tried to help Mike up, but Mike just slapped his hands away. "I'm fine." Mike grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around himself and the sheet. Of course, Mike's body chose to betray him as he attempted to stand and his legs gave out. Luckily, Dean was there to catch him. Dean pulled Mike close as he lifted him up bridal style, making sure to move slowly and not cause Mike anymore pain as best he could.
Mike allowed it and quickly snuggled into the warmth of Dean's chest for comfort. Dean couldn't shake the feeling that this seemed right and how good it felt to have Mike in his arms. Of course, when his dick started to twitch, he pushed it out of his head and tried to focus on the task of carrying Mike out of the house.
As Dean finished walking down the stairs, a sense of calm and serenity washed over him. He knew it was not from him, so he looked down to see a sleeping Mike in his arms. Dean smiled at how peaceful looked lying in his arms.
"Stop it Dean," Dean whispered to himself. "You don't like guys." Dean tried to believe that, but his dick twitched again letting him know that it felt differently.
Opening a door was difficult, but not impossible. Once outside, Dean make sure that Mike was bundle up because the temperature dropped like 10 degrees since he entered the house in the first place. Mike responded by cuddling closer to the warmth but still content. Dean didn't make it 10 feet out of the door before he heard a noise.
"Going somewhere with what is ours Winchester?" asked the blonde-haired Demon.
"I think he is Sam," said the Demon with the Mohawk who must be called Noah. "Trouble is that doesn't sit too well with me."
"Me neither," said Sam.
Dean's grip on Mike tightened as he took a defensive stance. "Over my dead body are you getting him back," Dean snarled.
The evil smiles never left their faces. "That's fine with us," said Sam. "Since you're the only one who can die out of the four of us, I don't feel bad about doing this."
Before Dean could react, Sam waved his arm and Dean flew back and hit the front of the house. Dean could feel himself starting to slip into unconsciousness and tried to fight it as best he could. He had to protect Mike and himself.
"That was easy," Dean heard one of the demons state. He didn't really care which one, all that mattered was getting away from them and getting Mike to some place safe.
"You're going to have to do better than that," said Dean as he set Mike next to him so that he could get up. He couldn't fight back with Mike in his arms after all. Once up, and a little wobbly, he said, "You dicks aren't getting him."
"Love to see you stop us," said Noah. ""You can barely stand and I doubt you can take us both on without your brother." A flash of anger went through Dean. "Hit a nerve did eye?" asked Noah with a laugh.
"Don't talk about my brother you sick son of a bitch."
"Why? Don't want to think about your brother burning in Hell with Lucifer and Michael in that cage?" asked Sam. "Hell isn't really that bad Dean. Don't you remember how wonderful it was? Now the cage on the other hand, that has to be real Hell. Being the punching bag of two Arc Angels for eternity is much worse than anything we could do."
Without thinking, Dean dove at Sam, knocking them both to the ground. Of course, Noah pulled him off with ease and threw Dean back at the house about six feet from Mike.
"Now now Dean, don't do something that you'll regret. Now if you don't mind, or do, we will be talking what's ours."
"Why do you want him? What could you possibly get from torturing him and raping him?"
"His powers," said Noah as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What powers? I haven't seen any. And how would you get them from torturing him and raping him? Why not just possess him?"
"You mean to tell us that you don't know?" asked Sam. When Dean didn't respond, Sam said, "Oh my devil, you don't. You came here and put yourself in danger without even knowing why? Are all hunters as stupid as you?"
"I was told to come here. Not my fault Gabriel didn't tell me everything," Dean spat as he tried to casually slide closer to Mike.
Both Demons eyes went wide. Noah ran to Dean and lifted him up into the air before asking, "Gabriel? As in the Arc Angel who was killed by Lucifer? He's back?"
"Why? Scared?" asked Dean smugly. He could see the fear in Noah's eyes.
"Now you listen to me you little worm. How long has he been back? And why did he send you and not come himself?"
"I honestly don't know. All I know is it is now my job to protect him and I am going to. Neither of you will lay a finger on him again." With that, Dean head butted Noah, causing Noah to drop him and fall back. Dean instantly went to Mike and picked him up. "So I suggest you leave us alone."
Sam started laughing which caused both Noah and Dean to look at him like he was crazy. "You're not going anywhere Dean. You see, Gabriel can't come onto this property. It's protected from Angels.