Rating: NC17 - Overall
Spoilers: Everything that's aired and my own suspicions for Season 5

Warnings: Non-Con and Wincest and I'm not particularly nice to Sam. Character Death (That may or may not happen. It's a bit of a debate.), also they might be a little Blasphemy.

Summary: Maybe it was selfish of him to demand Castiel's attention like this, demand his touch in this way but he knew the Angel wouldn't resent him for it. Castiel had never denied him anything since that first night together.

Notes: I'm not practised in writing (Male) Slash smut so I'm experimenting a little here, also I know nothing about motorbikes, that's my Dad's department.

Dean sensed his presence even before he felt two hand squeeze his shoulders gently, accompanied by a gentle kiss on the back of his head. Dean moaned and relaxed gently into the body behind him.

"Cas."

Dean closed his eyes let his head drop backwards on his chest while the hands gently massaged his shoulders. Cas' touch was almost electric, stimulating every nerve and muscle in his body.

Dean couldn't keep his moans from escaping his mouth as Cas' hands started to go lower down his body, massaging his chest and down to his stomach.

Dean couldn't keep himself from getting hard. Cas' hands were a thing of magic and that magic was going lower and lower. Dean started to buck his hips as one of Cas' hands cupped his crotch while the other unzipped his jeans and slipped its way in, past his boxers to grab his hardening dick.

Cas started to drop gentle kisses to Dean's neck as his hand worked on freeing Dean's now rock hard dick from his trousers. Dean's moans started to descend into low whimpers as Cas' hand started to speed up its pace. Dean surrendered completely to Cas and came embarrassingly quickly over the Angels' hand.

Dean moaned gently as he rode out the last of his orgasm and tilted his head slightly, his lips met Cas and the two shared a tender kiss.

Cas' hand moved across Dean's body and up to his neck where he gently started to caress the skin.

The next thing Dean realised is that he was choking; Cas' hand was choking him.

"Cas...Cas..."

Dean's eyes sprang open, and maybe it shouldn't have been a surprise to him that it wasn't Castiel who was choking him.

"Sam!"

Sam smirked at Dean as his hold on his brother's neck increased. Evil danced his Sam's eyes and he leant down and placed a kiss on Dean's lips.

"So long Dean, see you in Hell. I'm gonna have so much fun with you."

Sam removed his hand from Dean's neck and slid a knife across his jugular.

Dean shot up off the bed, sweat dripping from his body, his heart racing and, unless he was very much mistaken, tears falling down his cheeks.

Dean's breath was coming out in short gasps as he tried to shake himself from the dream, from the images, from the evil in his brothers' eyes.

"Dean?"

Dean looked up at the sound of the voice to see Castiel standing there, his face a picture of worry.

"Cas."

Castiel moved forward and sat on the bed. He took Dean in his arms, held him close and started to caress his face gently as Dean's breathing started to even out.
After a couple of minutes Dean found himself started to relax in Castiel's arms as the Angel gently rocked him, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead every now and then.

Eventually Dean let himself be guided back down to the bed, Castiel gripping onto him tightly and laying slightly on top of him. Maybe it was silly but being trapped between the soft bed and Castiel warm body made him feel safe. As if nothing could get to him. There would have been a time, up until probably ten months ago when he'd have never even entertained the idea of needing to be protected but now...yeah now he needed to feel safe and protected.

Numerous threats had been made on his life in the past year; he'd nearly died countless times in battle. For some reason Sam, or at least that Demon blood which was infecting him, wanted Dean dead. He wanted Dean dead and dragged down to Hell where he could 'play' with him. Those had been Sam's exact words the last time they'd seen each other just a few months previously. In fact Sam had gone into explicit detail, saying things which had turned Dean's stomach.

It still made him sick to think about it now, the dreams didn't help either.

Castiel placed a kiss to Dean's forehead gently before speaking.

"Was it Sam again?"

Dean nodded slowly and tightened his grip on Castiel, pulling him as close as possible.

"I don't wanna hurt him Cas. I won't hurt him, he's my brother. I know he's...but I don't want him dead"

Castiel nodded and placed another kiss on Dean's forehead before wiping away the tears which were still falling, albeit much more slowly now.

"We won't hurt him Dean. We'll find a way to bring him back to us."

Dean shook his head and glared at Castiel.

"Don't make me promises that you can't keep Cas. You've never done that, don't start now."

Castiel sat up and shrugged off the trench coat and suit jacket before looking back down at Dean.

"Dean you know I'm doing everything I can for your brother, exploring every avenue. I intend to return him to you."

Dean nodded slowly. Castiel really was doing everything possible; every spare minute he had was spent researching a way to get Sam back. It made Dean feel guilty to think about how much Castiel had been doing on his behalf. Dean sighed and sat up, cupping Castiel's face in his hands.

"I know; I'm just being a dick. I...I just wish things were different."

Castiel nodded and leant forwards kissing Dean tenderly.

"I know."

Castiel pressed his lips against Dean's and started to kiss him again, this time it was stronger and filled with passion as Castiel pushed Dean back down into the bed.
If Castiel was completely honest with himself he wanted to rest. The past few days had really taken it out of him but he knew that Dean's dream would haunt him all night unless he did something to help him forget about it. Dean's wellbeing and sanity was far more important to Castiel than his own.

Dean's fingers started to unbutton Castiel's shirt and he pushed it from the Angel's shoulders as quickly as possible before dropping his hands to the trousers and pushing down the zip.
Dean needed this; he needed Castiel in him, on him, with him. It was the only thing which would push away the dream; push away the thought of Sam's hands and lips on him and the sickness it made him feel.

He knew Castiel's hands and lips were the only thing which would wipe away the memory, the only thing which could cure him just like always.

Maybe it was selfish of him to demand Castiel's attention like this, demand his touch in this way but he knew the Angel wouldn't resent him for it. Castiel had never denied him anything since that first night together.

Castiel pushed Dean down onto the bed, his teeth nipping gently at Dean's neck and with each nip taking Dean's dream further away from him.

Castiel placed a kiss on the top of Dean's head and pulled him closer. It was still early, about 5am, maybe a little later. Usually the sky would be starting to go blue and the sun would be starting to rise. That would have been before the war, before Sam took his place in Hell beside Lucifer. For the last few months the sky had always be dull and gray with clouds until the night, then the clouds would disperse and the Heaven's would shine down on the Earth.

Every star in the sky offering hope to those below who took to time to really appreciate them.

"Cas?"

Castiel shifted his gaze downwards and smiled at Dean.
It hadn't taken much effort to get Dean to sleep last night; he was exhausted and had pretty much fallen asleep straight after the sex. Castiel had stayed awake a few hours longer; making sure Dean was free from the dreams before finally allowing himself to give into his own exhaustion.

Dean leant up and kissed Castiel gently before dropping his head back on the Angel's chest. The two stayed silent for a few moments before Castiel spoke.

"So what does Ellen need?"

Dean groaned slightly, a bit annoyed that the mood had been ruin through talk of Ellen but he knew that he didn't have the luxury of having a lazy morning lay in with the man he loved. Hell was on Earth and the apocalypse was in full swing. It had to be business most of the time, even if he didn't want it to be.

"There's a hell of a lot of Demon activity going on up here. Ellen thinks it might be Sam related. She was wondering if there was any chance of the Garrison getting involved."

Castiel nodded slowly, running his fingers down Dean's back. After a few moments Castiel spoke.

"They are aware of the situation, they are monitoring it closely."

Dean nodded and shifted so that he was hovering just over Castiel.

"Will they step in if needed?"

Castiel closed his eyes after a few moments opened them again.

"I have put in a request. They are considering it. They know that the last thing we need is Hell making any kind of headway in America. I am sure they will step in."

Dean pressed a kiss to Castiel's chest and smiled.

"Thank you."

The two of them enjoyed a few more stolen moments of them being able to pretend that there wasn't an apocalypse going on just outside until a knock at the door disturbed them.

Dean muttered obscenities under his breath before responding.

"What? It's not even 6 yet."

Ellen's voice came through the door, Dean slightly grateful that it's locked. He didn't do it, so Castiel must have done it some time in the last 6 or 7 hours.

"Dean get your ass up and out of bed, we got work to do. Need you downstairs."

Dean sighed and replied that he would be down in ten minutes before looking back at Castiel with a small apologetic smile.

"Sorry to break this up early; anyway I think it's about time you met Ellen."

Castiel nodded, not all too enthusiastically and watched Dean as he left the bed and started to get changed.

When Dean was changed he looked down at Castiel who was still laying in the middle of the bed watching him.

"Dude, get up."

Castiel shook his head.

"I'll come down in five minutes, make a grand Angelic entrance. State my authority that way."

Dean chuckled; Castiel had certainly developed some kind of sense of humour over the last year.

Dean lent down and gave Castiel a kiss.

"You know, Ellen won't give a damn that you're an Angel so don't go all too 'high and mighty' otherwise you might get a slap."

Castiel shrugged and sat up in the bed.

"Well, that scenario sounds much better than our first meeting."

Dean arrived down stairs just a few minutes shy of his 10 minute estimation. He'd lost some time due to unforeseen circumstances involving Castiel being pushed down onto his back and...

...yeah, Dean could barely keep the smile from his face.

The three male Hunters from the previous night and Chloe were all sat down around a table looking at the State map and dividing it up into sections.

"My group will take the Vampire nests. I've got an itching to behead some evil sons of bitches"

Chloe's voice ran out across the room and Dean wondered how in the hell she didn't have a hangover. She must have drunk nearly a litre of Vodka the night before. Apparently English girls knew how to hold their liquor.

Ellen nodded and turned round to Dean. She gave him a quick smile before turning back to Chloe.

"Okay, so that's Chloe on the Vamps. That leaves you three splitting up the Demons between you."

Ellen turned back to Dean gestured him over.

"Dean, what do you fancy taking out?"

Dean shrugged and looked at the three men. All were big, burly and very capable of looking after themselves and their 'teams' and anyway, after Chloe's little revelation about her parents Dean had the desire to help her with the vampire slaying, also something with still bugging him about her and he thought that if he spent some time with her, maybe he'd figure it out.

"Vampires for me. Nothing like a good vampire hunt to wake a boy up in the morning."

Chloe stood up and shook her head.

"No, we got plenty of people going; Dean would be more use at one of the Demon sites."

Ellen shook her head and turned back to Chloe.

"You're about five Hunters short Chloe, Dean is going with you that's final."

Chloe shook her head and left the room in, what Dean would have considered a strop. Ellen turned back to Dean wearing the same apologetic smile that he'd gotten the previous night but said nothing more of Chloe.

"Dean, did you manage to get in touch with 'whathisname', Castelle?"

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Castiel, and yes I've spoke to him."

"And..."

Dean was about to answer when a ruffle of feathers interrupted him.

"And why don't you ask him yourself?"

Castiel appeared a few feet away from Dean, his typical 'holier than thou' attitude shining off him in waves. Castiel certain liked to make an entrance. He offered Dean a quick smirk before turning to Ellen.
Ellen looked Castiel up and down, almost as if she was analysing him, before speaking.

"So you're Castiel. Have to say, not what I was expecting."

Castiel pushed back a small smile, not that anyone other than Dean would have noticed, before responding.

"I apologise if I have failed to meet your standards, however there are more important things than my choice of vessels. Namely the Demonic presence in Nebraska."

A look crossed Ellen's face and Dean, sensing things were going to end badly for Castiel decided to quickly intercede.

"Cas, any word from the higher-ups about the demonic presence?"

Castiel turned his attention to Dean and nodded slowly.

"They are still reviewing the situation, but things look promising. Either way I have been told to stay and keep an eye on the situation. I am at your disposal as long as needs be."

Castiel could sense Dean's glee at having him nearby for a while, even if it was a part of Angelic war tactics.

Ellen nodded and nodded towards the three male Hunters.

"Then you can go with them and make yourself useful."

Castiel didn't respond to Ellen and instead turned to Dean.

"A word."

Castiel disappeared outside and Dean followed him. When Dean arrived outside his Angel was leaning against the wall and staring out at the cloud ridden sky. Dean stood next to Castiel and laced their fingers together.

"Sorry about Ellen, but I did tell you not to go in all 'holier than thou' didn't I?"

Castiel nodded and tightened his grip on Dean's hand.

"Don't worry about it. She said nothing to offend me. Quite liked her actually. Lot of fight in her soul."

Dean nodded in agreement before directing a gaze to the sky. The two of them stood together like that, Dean wondering exactly what Castiel wanted to talk to him about and was about to ask until the door opened and a group of about ten people, including Chloe walked out the door.

"There you are. Well get your stuff, we're getting an early start."

Chloe shot Dean a look before shifted her gaze to Castiel. She examined him for a moment and Dean could tell she was trying to figure something out but before he could ask what she turned her attention back to him as if nothing had even happened.

"Well, are you coming or not Winchester?"

Dean shot Castiel a small smile before following Chloe and the rest of the group. Dean was about to jump in the Impala when Chloe stopped him. She rode him next to him on a beautiful black Harley-Davidson Sportster that she'd obviously stolen at some point during the last few months.

"What are you doing? Get your weapons and get on."

Dean stared at her, eyes wide open for a moment.

"I'll just take the car."

Chloe shook her head and sighed.

"Rule of this team Dean. No cars, they're useless. Beautiful bikes all the way, fantastic for a quick getaway. Don't worry, we'll get you sorted and rid of that 'thing'."

Dean nodded and grabbed a bag of weapons out of the Impala's trunk before he allowed himself to be pulled onto the back of the bike. He grabbed onto Chloe's waist and kept his mouth shut but, God help him when this Vampire slaying deal was over he was going to have serious words with her about insulting the Impala because nobody, not even Castiel got away with insulting his baby.