Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Only people far richer and more important than myself do and I am making no money for having written this piece.

Alrighty. Sorry about the late update. I was adding more things to make the chapter better for you guys until the very end. I hope you like it. Here's a little taste of the Destiel that hopefully no one minds and will grow with the story. Enjoy.

The following evening, Sam met Dean in the hall and it turned out that their rooms were actually side by side.

"I still don't like this, Dean," Sam murmured as they walked together to the staircase.

Dean looked at his brother, noticing the light missing from his eyes. Things were well and truly screwed.

"Me either. Now shut up, it's time for breakfast."

They reached the downstairs and knew to head to the right.

"Stay alert," Dean reminded him.

"I will if you will."

They walked inside and froze at the entrance. Sitting at the table and talking quietly but stopping upon seeing them, were the Alpha and Castiel.

"You've decided to join us," the Alpha said, motioning off to the two chairs on his left-hand side.

The Winchesters went over to the seats and Sam reluctantly sat down first. Dean stared hard at Castiel for a few second, scanning him, trying to see if anything more skin deep had happened to him.

"Cas," he murmured, totally ignoring the other creature in the room and sitting.

"Ah," the Alpha sighed, "isn't this lovely. The whole family, together again."

He rang his little bell and the girl with the pitcher arrived and poured each of them a full goblet of blood. Father drank immediately and Castiel followed suit. Sam, reluctantly, brought the tip to his lips and sipped a small amount before putting it back down again. Dean left the cup where it sat.

"Not hungry, Dean?" Father asked, pouring some more for himself.

"Nope," Dean answered, crossing his arms to his chest, sniffling and turning his head away like a bratty child.

Father looked to Castiel and smiled before reaching out his hand and sliding Dean's goblet away from him. Dean made a sound deep in his throat (a whine) before leaning with his head in his arms on the table.

"Well isn't this a lovely family reunion," Father commented.

Castiel nodded and drank more from his own cup. Father smiled and tipped the contents of Dean's portion into his own and what was left into Cas'. Castiel felt Dean's eyes on him but said nothing.

"Well," Father said taking one more sip and standing, "I have to be going. Much work to be done."

He ruffled Castiel's hair and smiled at the brothers before he left the dining room. The doors slammed shut and the three of them were left alone, in silence.

How was it possible? How was it possible that after little over a week, Dean could barely recognize the guy sitting across the table from him? What the hell was he wearing? Fancy shirt, fancy pants, fancy shoes. He looked so...not like Cas.

"Cas," Sam spoke up, "you okay?"

Castiel came down from whatever cloud he was on in the Alpha's presence and nodded.

"I am fine. How are the two of you? Enjoying yourselves here?"

"Enjoying," Dean muttered, slamming his fist on the table. "The hell, Cas?"

"What?"

And damned if he didn't look so adorably confused.

"We came here to bring you back with us. To Kansas."

Castiel's face changed in an instant. "You were keeping me prisoner in that house. I am grateful to be under the care of someone who sees to my needs."

"When was the last time you were out of here then, Cas?" Dean asked. "Five? Six days?"

"I like it here. Father doesn't lie to me."

"Maybe not. But, you've gotta admit you're still just a prisoner in another big house."

Castiel stood so quickly that his chair fell to the ground behind him. Dean also stood and the two of them had a stare off. Sam rolled his own eyes, already tired of it all.

"Do not presume to think you know anything about my wants, Dean Winchester."

Castiel then turned and walked away from the table, opening the door and slamming it shut once he was on the other side.

Sam sighed and also got up. "Come on, Dean. Let's go back upstairs."

Dean waited, staring at the space Cas had just occupied, until Sam was already at the door before following.

Castiel slammed his bedroom door shut and walked the length of his room until he was at the armchair and then threw himself down onto it. How dare they? How dare he? Castiel slouched in his seat and sighed as he stared out the window. The grounds here were rather beautiful. He watched as the wind blew through the trees and a large bird flew by majestically. How he wished he could be with them, among them.

But...

Castiel straightened and watched as a single bumble bee buzzed passed the window, almost looking in to see him. He missed being out in the sunlight. It was one thing, one tiny little thing, that he missed above all else. Being in this fortress of a house was kind of nice. It was so big. So quiet. So, so lonely.

Dean did another lap around his room, trying to figure out some plan to get Cas back when there was a knock on his door.

"Go away, Sam. I'm busy."

"Dean," Castiel said from the other side, "Can I come in?"

Dean strode across the room and opened the door and there was Castiel looking so angry and so lost at the same exact time that it was almost heartbreaking.

He held onto the angry look though and walked right by Dean, into the room and sitting down on his bed.

"My room has the exact same layout," Castiel said, swinging his feet which were hanging a few inches off of the floor.

"All the rooms are the same, Cas," Dean said, shutting the door and coming to sit.

Both of them sat in the same position, with their heads down looking at their feet.

Dean spoke first, saying, "I'm sorry about lying to you before, Cas. Sammy too."

Castiel looked up at him and, head tilted slightly and bright eyed, asked, "Why didn't you think you could tell me about Massachusetts?"

Dean swallowed and looked up at the ceiling before taking a chance and looking Cas in the eye. "I didn't want to upset you. Parents - they're... You know that you can't go to them, right?"

"Why?"

"Why? You might eat them for one."

Castiel breathed sharply through his nose. "I wouldn't eat my own parents, Dean."

"Didn't stop you from chomping down on your own sister though..."

Castiel straightened in shock and brought a shaky hand to his brow. "I - I barely remember that. I - I...I loved her."

Dean gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder before reaching around and pulling Castiel against his side.

"The Hunger wants what the Hunger wants, man."

"Dean - I want my old life back."

"I'm sorry, Cas but I can't do that for you."

Dean continued to let him lean and Castiel sat up and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Bringing his free hand to the spot, Dean looked down at his friend and gently began moving slightly away. The two of them stared at each other for a few minutes, taking each other in and then Castiel licked his lips and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Dean watched, didn't move himself, but then raised his hand and stopped Castiel from continuing.

"Cas, not now."

"But..."

Dean leaned over and gave Castiel a kiss on the forehead and touched his hand against the side of his friend's face.

"Not now."

Castiel nodded and rebuttoned the ones he'd opened. He got up off of the bed and went to the door but stopped before touching it.

"When you're ready, Dean, I'll be waiting."

Dean's face broke out into a slight grin and he nodded. "I'll be looking forward to it."

Castiel chuckled and opened the door only to walk right into Sam, fist raised as he was about to knock on it himself.

"Sorry," Castiel said, ducking to his side and going back down the hallway.

Sam looked between one man and the other and asked, "Did I miss something?"

Dean sighed and fell onto his back. "Damn this is a comfy bed. Too bad we've gotta go."

"I know. Bobby's probably having a fit since we haven't called in to him," Sam said after shutting the door and sitting down next to Dean.

"Think we'll get out of here in one piece this time?" Dean asked.

"We'd better," Sam said. "So…what'd I just walk in on?"

"Nothing," Dean said immediately.

"Dean…" Sam said, smirking at how red his brother's ears were getting.

Dean waved his finger and shook his head. "I swear to God that if you bring this up to him – "

"You'll what, Dean? Lie to him? He deserves the truth, Dean. We should never have cause to lie to Cas ever again."

"Yeah, I know Sammy." Dean shrunk in on himself and sighed. "Cas is a good guy. I like him, otherwise I would've never invited him to live with us."

"Dean, it was a mutual decision."

"Dude. Come on."

"No. Listen to me, Dean. I wouldn't have let Cas into the house if I didn't think that there was some kind of shot at showing him that you can have a normal life, a regular life, with our little…condition."

Dean smirked and patted his brother on the shoulder.

"You're all right, Sammy. For a little bitch, anyway."

Sam pushed back on his brother and laughed. "Jerk. So, what're we going to try next to make our grand exit?"

"I'm sure that between the two of us we'll come up with something that'll work."

"Like this plan?"

"Hey, it looked good on paper, alright?"

Sam licked his lips and Dean laid back on his bed as they began to think hard.