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They agreed to it.

There was no other way (at the time) and they went with him willingly. Over several days, the changes to them became more and more pronounced, the further they were away from regular humanity. Faster. Agility. Strength. Thirst for violence.

They might've been run of the mill hunters before but now. Now, they were better than the best. Better than their father had ever been. They had a new Father now. Someone to teach them and lead them. Someone to talk to and He listened. Someone they could (possibly) love. And damn, if the blood he offered to them wasn't the greatest thing either of them ever had. Even to Sam, the "rabbit food lover". Even he couldn't get enough of what their Father had to offer.

All they had to do was run a few little errands for Him and they could have free room and board for as long as they wanted. All they had to do was erase a few hunters and bring back a few meatsacks of blood. Unlike the others, their Father knew that he could trust them to do a task since it was something that was grilled into them since before they were His.

He loved them, just like He loved all of his children.

Dean knocked again and again no one was answering.

"You think they're still here?" Sam asked, eyeing the area.

"They should be. Charlie's pics were only from a couple of days ago and -"

The door flew open and the brothers had to look around and then down to see a twelve year old girl standing before them.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Um, hi," Sam said, exchanging a look with his brother before moving in front of him. "Is...Is Father home?"

The girl stared at them for several minutes before leaving them alone, standing on the porch. Sam walked back up to his brother and Dean sighed.

"What next?" Sam asked.

"Well, I hate to say it but we'll see what happens. Stay strong, Sam. Be ready."

Evelyn went into Father's study and he looked up from his desk, startled.

"They've arrived," she said.

Father smiled and looked down at his papers again. "I knew they'd come eventually. Come inside."

Sam's and Dean's heads perked up and, as one, they walked over the threshold, into the house. Sam closed the door behind him and they waited.

"You know where my office is."

The brothers walked down the halls and finally came upon a door, which Dean knocked on again. The young girl opened the door again and motioned for them to come inside.

"Ah. Sam. Dean. Lovely to see the two of you again under my roof."

The brothers suddenly had control over themselves and were appalled.

"Damn it," Dean murmured.

"What?" Father asked. "Didn't think I could still control you? I created the two of you. You are mine just like countless others. Like my youngest just upstairs."

"Where's Cas?" Dean growled.

"Safe. Living the life he should be living."

"Cas has a family out there who loves him. He needs them."

"Like the sister he slaughtered?"

Dean tried to hide how taken aback he was but he heard even Sam let out a breath of air.

"His first kill you know," the Alpha continued, rising to his feet and coming around his desk to stand before them. Sam and Dean both backed away into the now closed door of the office. Trapped.

"He put that little memory into the tiniest little box at the back of his mind so he could never remember it. Castiel has a lot of closed boxes in his mind, things he doesn't know that he knows. He's special. Unique. Almost one of a kind."

Sam and Dean both side-eyed each other and, as one, removed syringes from their coat pockets full of a dark red liquid. The Alpha smirked and shut his eyes. Against their will, the brothers began lowering their arms back down to their sides, fighting it the whole time it was happening.

"You boys forget so quickly - I created you."

He grabbed them by the necks with his clawed hands.

"I control you."

He lowered them bodily down to the ground.

"I can make you do whatever I want."

He cut open the back of his hand and waited for the blood to begin to flow over the side. He dribbled the blood into both of their mouths and watched as the boys eyes dulled and their bodies relaxed.

"Welcome home, sons."

Castiel awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his door. It was late and he'd been having his stars dream again. Throwing on a robe, Castiel answered and no one was outside waiting for him.

"What?"

He finally looked at the front of his door and there was a note posted with his name written on the front. He removed it and brought it inside to read.

Son. We have a few uninvited guests staying with us so please be on your best behavior. They are tired but will join us for breakfast in the morning.

Others were visiting. Well that was nice. It was just himself, Father and the few vamps and blood sources throughout the house. Hmm, blood. Castiel was feeling hungry after his long rest. He returned to his bed and rang the small bell that was on his bedside table. Ten minutes later there was another knock on the door and Castiel opened it revealing a boy of sixteen.

"Father knew that you were hungry," the child said before walking across the room and sitting in the armchair that was still next to the window.

Castiel looked back to the door and then at the kid. He licked his lips as he crossed the room and stood in front of the child who had a dead, dull stare. His fangs extended into place and he licked his lips again as the child raised his head and looked up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry," Castiel whispered before leaning down, biting in the child's neck and feasting.

Dean woke up feeling like he'd been struck in the head by a two by four. He felt dizzy and weak - he needed to eat.

"Ugh," he groaned, turning in the bed he was on.

Wait. Bed? He was just... They were just...

"Sammy?"

Dean was in some kind of wood paneled room and lying on, dare he say, the most comfortable mattress ever.

"Sammy?" he called out again.

Dean rubbed his eyes and smelled something wonderful nearby. He looked everywhere until finally -there was a goblet on the nightstand sitting inconspicuously. There was suddenly a pounding in his head. How long had he been out for? Dean grabbed it and drank its contents in a single gulp.

"Oh, that was good," he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and laying back on the pillow again.

The goblet fell from his slackened grip and clattered onto the floor. Sam never answered him – damn it. Maybe they weren't as ready as they thought they were. Dean sat up and tried to reign in his sudden claustrophobia. The wood paneled walls felt a little closer than they had just a second ago. Getting off of the bed, Dean went to the door. It was locked. Dean shut his eyes, fell to the floor and thought about everything that had gone wrong in his life ever since he was turned.

Castiel wasn't feeling tired. He thought he heard something thumping against the wall in the room next door but it could've just been his mind playing tricks with him. Yes, it was probably his mind.

Was he wrong to come here? To agree to this?

Things….things weren't so bad at the brothers' home.

Knock Knock

Again?

Castiel answered his door and again there was nobody over the threshold. There was another goblet though. It was filled to the brim and smelled positively heavenly. Bringing it into the room after checking the halls for anyone, Castiel sighed as he shut his door. He'd had his fill with the child earlier so drinking again so soon wasn't particularly appetizing. No matter how good it smelled.

He put it down on his bedside table and retook his seat on the bed. He flopped back and stared at the ceiling not knowing exactly what he wanted.

It was a funny thing really. Being with the brothers was almost like being with his older sisters again. Sure they butted heads and generally annoyed the crap out of each other and him – but that didn't mean that they didn't care.

The goblet was still sitting on the table and, looking at it this time, Castiel felt the pangs of hunger in his being. Just one sip wouldn't hurt, right?

"You're such a silly boy, Chris."

"Chris, time to play dress up!"

"Chris, you've gotta stop doing these things," Penny said, leaning over him. "You're really upsetting Mom and Dad."

"You know we love you more than anything, baby brother," Melody said. "This is for the best."

"It's okay, Cas. We'll keep you safe here."

Everyone was sitting side by side on the couch. Castiel looked to one side and saw Dean and on the other to see Sam. This felt good. It felt right.

Just one sip wouldn't hurt – but was all of it something he could afford to lose?