Father Castiel woke the brothers personally while the other monks looked on with jealousy, "It is time for morning prayer and food before work."

Sam immediately got up and put on a tunic and pushed Dean's shoulder, "Make haste, it is time we cannot be late, Father will be angry." Dean opened his eyes, looked around and groaned, he was still there and it wasn't a dream.

At that point Dean was praying to wake up with Sam and Castiel in a crappy motel room back in their time, even food from a gas station would be a treat. Worst of all he missed his baby, Dean had no idea what was happening to the Impala, she could have been towed, stolen or stripped.

…

They went to morning prayer and the sun was barely up, Dean nodded off and Sam poked him. Afterward they had a small meal and it was back to the vineyard with them. They toiled in the sun and Dean wished for a simple hunt at that moment, a vamp nest, demons, shifters, just anything but this.

He was harvesting grapes next to another man and he nudged him, "This sucks, how do you do this crap every day?" The monk pointed to a cluster of grapes, "If you spoke less, more would be done brother."

….

A young monk ran inside, "Father Castiel our scouts have said the bishop is almost here." Castiel nervously paced the floor, "Quickly, fetch me Samuel."

The monk ran to the kitchen, "Hurry, Father wants you , the Bishop is coming." Sam dropped his knife and ran to the Abbots chambers.

Father Castiel and the boy moved his bed, underneath the crude rug was a trap door, he threw it open and handed Sam a lantern, "Be silent, I will get you when he leaves, there are supplies in the tunnels." He handed the boy skins full of water and shut the door, covered it carefully with the rug and moved the bed back.

…

A carriage approached with guards on horseback flanking it, the carriage pulled up to the Monastery and several monks came to take the horses. Father Castiel watched as the door was opened for the bishop.

He was helped down and waited for the Abbot, Father Castiel knelt in front of the man and took his hand. "You may look upon me Abbot, I am just a man like you, not a god or an angel."

Father looked up at him with frightened blue eyes, "I hope you will be pleased with the progress of the harvest."

The bishop looked down at him and smiled, "I never tire of your heavenly blue eyes." Father Castiel relaxed "Thank you bishop, I only serve to please you."

Crowley stood under the arch leading to the fermentation cellar, he popped a grape in his mouth and spit it out, "These are bloody disgusting, oh well, no matter." A glass of wine appeared and he drank it down, "That is the only way to enjoy a grape." The monk walking past stopped and stared at him.

Crowley reached out and put his hand on the wooden cross around the monk's neck, it burnt to ash. The poor monk ran screaming as Crowley yelled after him, "Don't be such a twat, you can always make another."

…

Dean was carrying up a basket of grapes on his back when he saw Crowley, he dropped it and walked up to him, "Awesome, you're here. This just makes my friggin' day, no chance you don't know who you are so I can just stab you."

Crowley handed Dean a glass of wine, "Hello Dean, while we were having fun at the circus young master Sam and I made a deal, no killing each other and when one of us finds a way back we let the other party know."

Dean downed the wine and snapped his fingers for a refill, Crowley waved his hand and it was full again, "Really Dean, are manners dead? A simple please goes along way." Dean slammed the glass of wine down, "About six more of these and I think I can make it another day."

Dean pointed to the man in the lush robes and jewelry, "So who is that?" Crowley smiled, "Oh just a bishop so twisted and crooked that he will be enjoying my little world in a mere nine years.

Dean frowned, "A bishop?" Crowley whispered into Dean's ear, "Oh darling Dean you wouldn't believe how many are down there." The demon licked Dean's ear. "You are adorable in that robe…so any panties under there?"

Dean gave him a look of disgust, "Really, you lick my ear? Panties… why would I be wearing panties, Man, can you get any weirder?"

"Yes, look me up sometime and I'll show you." Crowley vanished.

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The Bishop strolled through the orchard with Father Castiel, "Lovely, how much profit do you imagine?"

"I do not know until the harvest is picked, processed and barreled."

The Bishop looked over some of the young monks, "Perhaps at prayers you could recommend something tender to keep me warm this evening."

Father looked at the ground and didn't answer, the Bishop grabbed his shoulder, "If not then you will do pretty blue eyes, I never tire of what is hidden under that robe."

Castiel looked around at the monks,"I will find someone for you I promise."

…..

He sat in the tunnel and out of boredom began to explore, there were treasures hidden away, rare books that were forbidden on magic. He sat down and started to read one, for some reason it spoke to him. There were a chapters on killing specific demons, protection spells and the proper ingredients.

He prided himself as being a progressive monk and normally would not have been interested in such drivel but the more he read the more intriguing it became.

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At evening prayer the Bishop sat next to Father Castiel and whispered in his ear, "Point out someone pleasing to me." Father's eyes searched the room, he didn't want to give anyone to the monster he hated but he had no choice. "There, young brother Jasper, he is very pleasing." The young man sat quietly praying, he was a gentle soul.

Mateo was sitting on Jaspers shoulder and threw a candle at the bishop, he chattered at him angrily.

The bishop laughed at the monkey's antics and waved the young monk over, he knelt in front of the bishop, Mateo jumped on Fathers shoulder.

The bishop cupped the young monk's cheek "My man will show you to my room, wait for me there."

Brother Jasper looked to Father Castiel who took him aside, "I am so sorry for this brother, perhaps after he will let you stay." The boy's eyes filled with tears as he was lead away by a stranger.

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Dean looked around the room and didn't see Sam, after prayers he waited in Father Castiel's bed chambers. When the angel walked in he was surprised to see Dean sitting on his bed."I did not ask for you to come here, what do you want brother?"

Dean couldn't hide his worry, "Sorry Father but I have to know where my brother…I mean brother Samuel is." The angel pointed to the floor, "He is hidden in the tunnels, the bishop will take him otherwise."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, he got up to leave and Father Castiel stopped him, "You do not need to go, would you keep me company?" Dean looked at the angel and saw a brief flash of the real Castiel inside.

Dean took off his tunic and got under the blanket, he watched the angel disrobe and he quickly got in beside him. "It is cold this evening, would you hold me?"

He didn't need to ask twice, Dean engulfed him with his body and decided to pull every move from his book of seduction for Castiel to get him to remember.

Dean swung his leg over the angel's hips and sat on him, the angels blue eyes searched the beautiful mans face,"Brother what are you doing?" Dean smiled down at him wickedly, "I'm doing whatever the fuck I want that's what I'm doing. You're so used to having all the control its time to let an expert take the lead for awhile."

He grabbed Castiel's arms and pinned him down, the angel struggled weakly able to get away at anytime but he didn't want to. "What can you teach me that I do not already have knowledge of?"

Dean broke out laughing, "Just everything that's all. I may only be nineteen but I've been around."

Castiel licked his lips, "Been around? What does that mean brother?"

Dean bit the angel's neck lightly and whispered, "It means I've sinned so much God himself wouldn't believe it, now relax and enjoy it."

Dean fingered the cross hanging from the leather cord around Castiel's neck then wound it tight enough to scare him, "I'm your God now…say it."

His voice came out in a rasp, "I cannot, I shall put no other before my Lord," the blue eyes filled with tears, "Please brother do not make me say it."

"If you don't say it I will not put mouth right here." Dean squeezed the angel's painfully hard cock.

The blue eyes closed, "You are my God brother Dean."

"Good boy, nice and weak just how I like them." Dean took Castiel in his mouth, that was the moment Father Castiel knew there was truly a heaven.

TBC