OK! First, I would like to thank all my loyal readers for their feedback. Always wonderful to hear your thoughts. Second, I would like to give a special Birthday Shout Out to rixietrixie91; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Sorry it's a little late! : )

Now, as I always do, I must give out the warning that this chapter contains a whole lotta smut and, brace yourselves, it is of the Dean/Castiel variety! (And I think I heard squeals from around the world! LOL!) So, I will say that this smut is much more of the hardcore variety that I know some people don't care for. However, there is actually a purpose to this chapter so I ask you to bear with me! If you don't like it, then skip ahead! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 27

Castiel staggered out of the tent moving as fast as he could on trembling legs. He didn't know what Lucifer had done to him. His heart going pounding like a jackhammer in his chest and he felt lightheaded. What he did know, however, was that he needed to get out of there despite the overwhelming urge to stay.

He didn't stop to look at Dean who was waiting nearby for him, afraid of what his face would betray if he did. His breath came out in ragged pants as he moved and he could feel the sweat begin running down the back of his neck.

"Cas? Cas! Wait! What the hell happened?" He heard Dean yell to him.

He didn't stop or look back. He needed to get to the car. He needed to get out of there. He needed Dean to drive them as far away from this place as possible. His emotions were crushing him under huge waves. He felt elated from being in his brother's presence, in the presence of another angel, albeit a fallen one. He felt mind-numbing grief at having to leave him. He felt sheer terror from being surrounded by so much evil. He felt guilt over all the mistakes he had made up until that point.

He made it to the Impala before Dean. He leaned against the passenger side door and sobbed, unable to calm the emotions raging inside of him.

"Damn it! Castiel! What the fuck did he do to you?" He felt Dean come along side of him. He felt Dean's warm presence and his hand on his back. He shuddered at Dean's touch.

"P-please… we need to go… please get me out of here…" Castiel managed to sob out.

"Did he hurt you? Did that son of a bitch hurt you? I don't fucking care if he is Satan! I'll go back there and kick his ass!"

Dean's words filled Castiel with overwhelming terror at the thought that he might actually go back. He shook his head vehemently.

"No! I… I don't know what he did!" He whimpered fearfully. "We just need to leave! Please, Dean!"

He could tell Dean didn't want to go, that he wanted to know what had happened even if it meant facing Lucifer again. But Castiel must have sounded desperate enough to him that Dean finally relented.

"Alright. Get in the car."

Castiel sank into the car feeling a small sense of relief. It was quickly overshadowed by sadness, however, as they peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road. He could feel the separation from his brother growing as they traveled each mile. He had never experienced anything like this before. It was like his emotions were being jerked from the peak of one high to the next without rest, without any letdown in between. It was if something inside of him couldn't make up its mind over what he should be feeling.

"Did he hurt you?" He heard Dean ask him. "Come on, Cas, tell me what happened. Did he say something to you?"

Castiel swallowed hard, trying to desperately to calm himself. He shook his head.

"I don't know," He repeated. "I just… I don't know…"

He knew his lack of answers was bothering the hunter, but he really didn't know what else to say. Fortunately, to his relief, Dean was willing to accept it.

"OK. It's alright, Cas. You're OK. We're going to get the hell out of here and head back to Bobby's. You're safe with me."

Dean's words filled Castiel with a sense of joy that was threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't speak, but nodded to show that he had heard. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to focus on Dean. How Dean would stay with him and would keep him safe. How Dean cared so much about him and how he was always there for him… and how stunning his green eyes were… how soft and inviting his lips were… how strong he was when they made love in Utah…

At that moment whatever it was flitting around inside of him suddenly found what it had been searching for. And latched on it. And consumed him.

Lust. Pure, unbridled lust coursed through Castiel's veins like a drug. His desire for the man in the car next to him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He wanted Dean. Naked. Sprawled across the front seat. He wanted to taste every inch of his body. Wanted to run his hands along Dean's bare flesh. Wanted to hear him moan out his name. Wanted to see his face twist with ecstasy…

Oh no…

Castiel suddenly realized what Lucifer had done. He had worked some kind of magic that augmented emotions and the target of this spell was his desire for Dean.

And they were in the car together…

In a very enclosed space…

And Castiel was positive he was going to explode any second.

Now that he knew what it was Castiel could sense every part of Dean Winchester. He could smell the soap and aftershave Dean had used that morning. He could see Dean's defined muscled under the shirt he was wearing…

Castiel closed his eyes and could barely stifle the moan of pure need that escaped his lips. Unfortunately, because Dean was so worried about what had happened, the hunter was quite aware of everything going on with Castiel.

"Cas? What is it?"

The sound of Dean's voice shot a bolt of pleasure straight to Castiel's groin. He gripped the car seat in an effort to restrain himself and not jump across the car to rip Dean's clothes off.

"I… we need to stop…" Castiel ground out between clenched teeth.

He could sense Dean's eyes on him.

"What? Why? Cas, we need to get to Bobby's. We're barely an hour out."

Castiel really didn't know how much longer he could restrain himself if Dean kept talking.

"Dean… I need to get out of this car… please…"

He prayed that Dean wouldn't ask why. What would he say?

"I'm sorry, Dean, but if we don't get out of this car your mere presence will drive me insane and I will be unable to control myself and we will have to have sex on the front seat of your car in the middle of the road."

He didn't want to say it, but he honestly could no longer think coherently enough to say anything else. His cock throbbed painfully in his constricting jeans and he was salivating at the thought of what Dean's own member would taste like…

"Fine. OK, just let me find a motel to stay in for tonight. Just hang in there."

Rather than feeling relief Castiel could feel himself grow even more aroused. To have Dean alone… in a motel room… all to himself…

No! He tried desperately to think of something else, anything else. He couldn't. It would be wrong. Now was not the time. There wasn't ever going to be a right time. They had to stay focused.

Dean finally pulled into a motel parking lot and went inside after they had parked. Castiel nearly sobbed with relief that he could have a moment to try to compose himself, but was also overwhelmed with the need to have Dean near him. He pressed the heel of his hand against his erection, wishing it would subside, but to no avail. When Dean came back and started gathering their bags from the trunk Castiel nearly dove out of the car and made a beeline for their room. He thought he could escape to the bathroom once they entered the room where he could at least try to satisfy the need himself before Dean noticed.

That flew out the window, though, when the door shut and Dean put his hand on Castiel's shoulder.

"Castiel, tell me what's wrong!"

It was as if a dam had burst. Lust overwhelmed Castiel at that moment with Dean's touch sending jolts of pleasure through him. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. He wanted Dean. Needed Dean. And nothing would stop him.

Letting out a growl of desire Castiel moved quickly and slammed Dean up against the closed door and pressed his lips against Dean's stunned mouth, kissing him passionately. He held Dean's arms possessively down against the door, making it difficult for Dean to fight him. The first taste of Dean's lips was almost enough to send Castiel over the edge. It was everything and more he had remembered from Utah. The hunter's lips were warm and sweet and oh-so-delicious against his own. His body lean and taunt from years of training and hunting moved against Castiel aching member, sending pleasuring shooting though his body. It was incredible and perfect and everything he had been wanting for months… ever since their time in Utah.

Dean finally recovered from his initial shock and managed to push Castiel away long enough to speak.

"Holy shit," Dean gasped; staring at Castiel's swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. "Cas… what are doing?"

"I want you," Castiel replied, his voice heavy with need. "I've wanted you for so long… please… I can't stop… I want you so badly… I'll do anything… anything you tell me to… I just want to touch you… taste you… pleasure you…"

"Fuuck," Dean moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the door. "God, Cas… you can't say shit like that… it's a spell… it has to be… he did this to you…"

Castiel pressed himself harder against Dean, grinding his erection against the one growing in Dean's own jeans. He brought his mouth up next to Dean's ear.

"Please… I need you, Dean… I don't care what this is… I've wanted you before now… I wanted you the other night while I watched you with that girl… I was wishing you were doing that to me instead of her…"

Dean's eyes flew open and he stared at Castiel for a moment with a mixture of shock and pure lust. All rational thought flew out of his head at Castiel's words. He grabbed the back of Castiel's head and pulled him into a mind-searing kiss that caused Castiel to nearly faint with pleasure. That was all the invitation he needed.

Castiel kissed him back, growling with need as he began fighting to unbuckle Dean's jeans and push both jeans and underwear to the floor. Dean mimicked his actions, swiftly removing Castiel's jeans and underwear in one quick movement thanks to previous experience. They separated only long enough to remove their shirts, throwing them haphazardly to the side. Soon they were both naked and sweating from the heat of their efforts, hands traveling, exploring each other's new exposed skin. Each letting out gasps and moans as their touches elicited new pleasures.

Finally, Castiel stopped kissing Dean and dropped down to his knees. Giving Dean a small smile he slid his lips around Dean's weeping erection, closing his eyes at the taste. Dean nearly collapsed, the support from the door behind him being the only thing holding him up. Castiel greedily went to work on Dean's erection, running his tongue along its velvety surface, trying to take his as deeply into his mouth as he could tolerate. He relished Dean's taste and scent around him. And as he listened to the hunter's moans and cries of pleasure Castiel felt his own arousal growing. His one hand was wrapped around Dean's member, while his other hand was busy bringing pleasure to himself.

"Oh god… oh my fucking god, Cas… don't stop… holy shit…" Dean moaned as he thrust into Castiel's eager mouth. His one hand tangled in the angel's dark hair, trying to guide Castiel's actions with as much restraint and control as he could muster. He still couldn't believe this was happening and even though he knew why he couldn't bring himself to worry about that fact right then.

Dean did, however, what to do one thing and he needed Castiel to agree to it. With much reluctance he forced Castiel to stop was he was doing and pulled him to his feet. He kissed Castiel, his tongue tasting himself and Castiel all at once. It was extremely erotic and almost enough to make him lose focus, but not quite.

"Cas," Dean whispered, his voice low and husky. "Baby, you really want this? I need you to tell me this is something you really want… that it's not just some spell… that you've really been wanting this…"

Castiel looked into Dean's eyes and despite the weight of the lust he was feeling, he could answer Dean truthfully.

"I want this, Dean… I do… I've been afraid to… that it wouldn't be right…"

Dean smiled gently as he stroked Castiel's cheek. He pulled him in for another kiss, one that was more gentle and loving rather than passionate. When he pulled away he looked into Castiel's deep blue eyes.

"Then tell me what you want, baby. Anything you want and it's yours."

Castiel looked at Dean longingly, trembling with pent up desire.

"I want… you… to make love to me… like you did with that girl…"

He saw Dean let out a shuddering breath and moisten his lips nervously with his tongue.

"We can do that, Cas. We can… but it hurts… it'll hurt you and I don't want to do that…"

Castiel's mind flew back to those months long ago. Back to when Anna had raped him, how she had raped him. He knew and understood exactly what Dean was talking about and understood why he was so hesitant. But Castiel knew he needed it. Needed to be marked by Dean in such a way that it would remove the stain Anna had left on him. He needed Dean to love him. Tears filled his eyes as he nodded.

"I know… but… please… please, Dean… I need it to be you…"

Castiel didn't have to say anything else to make Dean understand. Dean pulled him gently into his arms and carefully began kissing away the tears that had started to fall.

"It's OK, baby," Dean murmured gently. "It's OK. We can do this… you just need to let me know if you want to stop, OK? No matter what, I'll stop if you need me to. I promise."

Castiel felt an overwhelming sense of love from Dean that at that moment even overshadowed the lust raging inside of him. Dean loved him. He was safe with Dean, no matter what.

He didn't know how they made it to the bed. He didn't see where Dean had gotten the lube from, just knew it was there. Dean was careful to take his time, to gently kiss away Castiel's fears, to let him know that even though Dean was on top it was Castiel who was in control. Finally, after several minutes of tender touches and caresses, Castiel looked into Dean's eyes and nodded, acknowledging he was ready. He felt Dean's finger, cool with the lube, slowly slide into his entrance. He couldn't help but flinch and feel anxious, but Dean pressed kisses to his lips in an attempt to distract him. Once he felt Castiel relax he slipped in a second, gently working and stretching his insides until he could slide in a third. Castiel tried to ignore the burning pain of Dean's intrusion, but it was difficult. He was beginning to wonder if this had been a mistake, that he wasn't ready for this, when Dean's finger slid across a bundle of nerves inside of him. Castiel screamed at the sensations the simple action brought and he clung to Dean's shoulder, gasping for air. Dean smirked at his reaction.

"You like that, Baby? You want more of that?"

Castiel nodded desperately, thrusting against Dean's hand in an attempt to capture that sensation again. He nearly sobbed as Dean carefully withdrew his hand, but it was soon replaced with Dean's member as he carefully slid inside of the angel. Castiel's breaths came out in sharp pants mixed with needy whimpers. He began to thrust against Dean, almost frantic with lust now that their lovemaking had become more pleasurable. Dean closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Castiel's warmth engulfing him. He began to thrust slowly into him, trying to take his time. Trying to make it last.

Castiel grabbed him by the waist in an attempt to make him go faster.

"More, Dean… please… oh yes… more… feels so good…"

Sweat trickled down Dean's back and his arms trembled as they held him up. He looked down into Castiel's lust-filled eyes and nearly lost it.

"You like that, Cas?…God, you feel so good… you want more…?"

"Yes… yes, Dean… please… harder…"

Dean wrapped his hand around Castiel's weeping member and began stroking it in time with his thrusts. Castiel's eyes fluttered shut and he gripped the pillow under his head tightly as he cried out.

"Yes… yes… like that… oh Dean… I'm so close… don't stop… please… so good… more…"

Dean's control was quickly unraveling as he watched Castiel's face contort with pleasure. He was so close to coming he could hardly take it.

"Yeah, Baby… I want you to come… wanna watch you come for me… come for me, Castiel."

He quickened his thrusts and strokes until Castiel couldn't take it anymore. He came with a scream, covering Dean's hand with come. The orgasm was unlike anything he had ever experienced before and he was quickly overwhelmed by it. Dean quickly followed, crying out Castiel's name as he came inside of him.

Dean's trembling arms finally gave out and he collapsed against Castiel in a sweaty heap. He then took Castiel in his arms and murmured soothing words in the sobbing angel's ear.

"It's OK, Cas. It's OK. Shh… don't cry, Baby. I'm here. You're OK."

Castiel buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck as he tried to calm himself. He felt completely physically and mentally drained. As if everything that had occurred during the last few months had finally been expelled, leaving him empty. Finally, the sobs slowed to nothing, leaving Castiel exhausted. Dean gently kissed him.

"It's OK, Cas. I've got you. I love you. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Castiel slowly relaxed into Dean's arms and could feel sleep beginning to overtake him.

"I love you too, Dean," He managed to whisper before he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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