They stepped into the door and darkness fell around them, when Dean opened his eyes he was in a black tunic with a scapula and attached cowl, around his waist was a corded belt. He ran is hand over his head and found it was shaved short.

Dean looked for Sam and Castiel but all he saw were strangers dressed the same as him, "oh fuck, what fresh hell is this…where is Sammy..Cas if you can hear me please come."

Dean felt a hand on his shoulder and a familiar, deep voice came, "Brother you must work faster, the grape harvest will not wait for you." Dean turned slowly around and there was Castiel, dressed similar to Dean but he wore a thick, long leather belt around his waist and a simple cross around his neck. On his shoulder was Mateo eating a grape.

The little monkey waved to Dean, Great..the friggin' monkey knows who I am but not Cas."

Castiel brushed Dean's cheek with the back of his hand, his blue eyes looked wicked, "Do not force me to discipline you, God is watching now make haste," Next to Castiel stood Sam with his head down submissively.

Dean reached for Sam instinctively and Castiel slapped his face, "leave my novice be and work." Castiel pushed Sam ahead of him and walked in to the door of the monastery.

Dean crouched through the rows and worked his way to the door closest to the vineyard where Sam and Castiel went inside, he opened it as quietly as he could and started to search the rooms looking for them. He climbed a winding staircase carved into the very rock until he reached the top and there he heard a noise, it was a young voice crying out.

Dean looked through the slot in the door and saw Castiel beating a boy about Sam's age who was stripped naked and in tears. "This is what happens when you touch yourself , God sees what you do and he tells me. I see the lust burning in your eyes and I must beat it out of you."

Castiel got to his knees and pulled the boy into his arms, "Pretty young one, it is not your failure it is mine for not working you properly and leaving you only with your hands to pleasure yourself when there are other ways."

The boy looked up at Castiel with a face filled with fear, "Please Father I am sorry I displeased you," the boy's body was shaking from the pain. "What can I do to please you?" Castiel pushed the boy down and climbed on top of him.

Dean was shocked when Castiel closed his eyes and smiled, a small groan came from his throat. Dean realized the angel just had an orgasm as he pressed his robed body against the naked boy.

Dean looked away and started his search for Sam before it was too late.

…

He found his brother in a large area that looked like the kitchen, Sam was stirring a large pot and his face was streaked with ash. Dean ran up and grabbed him in a hug. He covered Sam's face with kisses but Sam pulled away, "Brother control yourself, we have taken vows."

Dean's eyes teared up, "Sammy…baby don't you know me? Its Dean your brother." Sam wiped his face with the corner of his sleeve, "Yes we are all brothers here but I do not know you, when were you sent here?"

Dean ran his hand over Sam's head, "All your beautiful hair is gone," Dean took a guess, "brother Samuel…is that what they call you?" Sam nodded, "I am a novice not a monk but soon." Sam kept working.

"Ok, I can work with this…brother Samuel, who is the man that runs this place, the one with the blue eyes?" Sam smiled to himself, "that is our Abbot, Father Castiel, it is said he was born of angels. He is teaching me to be good, to live up to Gods plan for me." Sam stopped working and turned to Dean, "This is Winchester Monastery, do you not realize where you are?"

When Sam leaned over the fire Dean noticed marks on his upper back, he was wearing a loose fitting garment and Dean put his hands on the back of Sam's shoulders untying it at the neck. He saw faint lines crisscrossing the fine, white skin and Sam pulled back when he touched them.

Forgetting himself Dean said, "Sammy, who in the hell did this to you?" Sam pulled away from him and covered himself, "Please stop calling me that, you are frightening me brother, do not touch me again."

Sam's shoulders slumped, he dropped the large paddle, sat down and started to cry, "I was given by my family as an oblate, now I am fifteen and a novice. I am not yet a monk but still must follow the rules, I am celibate and brother Dean you do not know how difficult it is for me…it is all I think about and I confess my wicked thoughts to Father Castiel who teaches me through pain and hardship that forgiveness is mine if I wish it."

Dean got down on his knees in front of Sam but didn't touch him, "Ok, brother Samuel I don't want to get you in trouble but look at me, really look at me, don't you know me?"

Sam touched his face gently, "You have beautiful, kind eyes, they make me feel…I cannot describe it brother, safe and loved."

Dean sighed, "Ok we are getting somewhere then, now tell me honestly, has anyone touched you intimately." Sam put his head down, "Yes," was all he said. Dean balled up his fists and tried to stay calm, "Who did, when and how, tell me what happened."

"As long as I can remember, it has only been touching but sometimes I have to touch them back as well. It has been all the brothers older than I but only if Father doesn't know. I am his novice and it is not allowed although it still happens, the others say I am pretty like a woman and God would not have made me this way if I was not to be touched."

….

"Father the bishop will be here soon, his men should have him here in two days time." The young monk stood by nervously afraid of his Father's anger, Castiel paced the floor, he hated the Bishop who abused his position for financial gain. Castiel knew it was in regards to the grape harvest and if it was not brought in on time he would be punished.

"Go then and have the brothers work harder, pull everyone from their duties except meal preparations and let them come back only for the evening meal and then prayers." Castiel knew the bishop would also select some of the finest boys for his pleasures, Castiel hid the ones he wanted for himself.

…

He needed relief and left for the kitchen to find his beautiful novice. When Castiel entered he found Dean kneeling on the floor in front of the boy. Dean felt the pressure of two strong hands squeezing his shoulders, "You get on your knees as if you are worshiping God instead of a boy."

Dean stood up quickly and shoved Castiel into the wall, "Did you hit him, did you touch him?"

Castiel grabbed Dean by the throat and squeezed, he didn't remember who he was but he still had the strength of an angel. He pushed Dean to the floor and sat on him, "Do you know what I am worried about brother? I am worried about the Bishops visit and you bother me with this and do not address me as Father."

Castiel took off his leather belt and ran it lightly over Dean's throat, " I should strangle you where you are but forgiveness is the right thing to do after punishment. If you desire to know, then yes I beat this boy to keep him chaste. He is so close to being fully accepted into our brotherhood I will not have his head clouded with wickedness."

Castiel leaned down into Dean's face, the blue eyes cold, "I touch him, his pretty, soft skin, the firm buttocks and his shaft. He is still has his virtue, I will hide him from the Bishop so he is not taken from me. Samuel is mine, I own him do you understand me? Perhaps if God looks favorably on me, someday I will deflower him."

Dean tried to shove him but it was like pushing a boulder, "The fuck you will deflower my brother." Castiel slid his hand under Deans robe and pinched his nipple, "Perhaps I will deflower you first and make him watch."

Dean couldn't help it, he started laughing, "Oh baby that ship sailed years ago but I suppose we could pretend, how does this sound," Dean got into character, "Oh Father please do not take my most precious gift, do not bend me over a big sack of grapes and fuck the hell out of me because that would suck so much what with you being so hot and all." Dean winked up at Castiel, "How was that…I need to work on my wording."

Castiel stood up and removed his belt, he struck Dean across the chest. Dean rubbed the mark, "Son of a bitch that hurt, I've had worse, you kinda hit like a pussy."

Sam got on his knees next to Castiel with his hands in supplication, "Please Father Castiel, do not hurt him. It is my fault, remember that God made me this way and I entice without meaning to. Give me the punishment instead."

Castiel got up and put his belt back on, "I will decide who will pay, now both of you go and help in the vineyard."

…..

They were called in at sunset for the evening meal, Sam whispered, "Please do not speak during the meal, it is forbidden." Dean was starving and couldn't wait to eat something, he sat across from Sam and smiled but Sam shook his head and Dean stopped.

They had a simple meal of a grain mush Dean thought was similar to oatmeal and plain fish, the highlight was the wine they drank that was made right there. He pushed the unappealing food around and Sam gestured for him to eat and he did, he ate it all and was still hungry but knew that would be all until the next day.

Next was prayers and Dean went through the motions watching Sam and trying to copy him. Then it was time to wash before bed, the room held large wooden tubs with a spigot on each, Dean could smell the wood burning outside as a large vat of water was boiled, Sam motioned him in a tub of water with him.

Dean got in and looked around, there were two to a tub and they washed each other and quickly dried off for the next batch. Dean took the cloth and worked it over Sam's back, he moved forward so he was pressed against him. Dean slipped his hand around the front and started to carefully work his brother's penis. Sam trembled and tried not to draw attention to himself, Dean noticed he came quickly from years of dark, secret trysts done in a panic so as not to be found out. Sam looked down at the evidence in the water and looked back at Dean, he was frightened.

Dean didn't say a word as he pushed his cock between Sam's cheeks and stroked back and forth until he grunted, finishing in the dirty water. Dean gently washed the dirt off Sam's face and helped him up then drained out the tub.

Dean refilled the tub himself while Sam slipped on a robe and waited, hidden in a doorway in the hall. Just then brother John found him and trapped Sam with his arms, he was much older than Sam, old enough to be his father, he was very handsome but Sam hated his touch. "I saw you with brother Dean, what exactly did you do with him? Is it something I should tell the abbot about or would you like to confess to me in private?"

Sam's body tensed as brother John lightly touched the boys lips with his. Sam couldn't meet his gaze "Yes I will confess to you, I ask that my virtue stays safe and you do not beat me, I also do not want brother Dean to be in trouble."

John whispered, "that is fair but you will call me Father during the confession."

….

Dean finished filling the tub and walked out in the hall but didn't find Sam, he frantically started his search.

TBC