Chapter One:

Dean was driving home with a serious facial expression plastered onto his face. Castiel held onto the toilet paper package, scared of the fact he was in a 'small' car. His master's car was much smaller but this was very uncomfortable for him, conisdering his wings were resting on the back of his seat. Dean drove up to his regular street light and put the turning blinker on. He waited till it was safe and drove right into his regular spot and put his car in park. He turned off his car and opened his side up. Castiel stayed still scared that Dean forgot about him. Dean looked up and was shocked to not see castiel out of the car. He walked over to the other side and opened up Castiel's side and peered in.

"You comming?" he chuckled softly. Castiel looked up shocked and nodded, grabbing the toilet paper and some of his bags. Dean helped him out and let Castiel out of the car. As soon as he got out he accidently slammed the car door.

"Cas!" Dean whinned. Castiel was shocked dropping all the items out of his hands and spreading out his wings in a shock motion.

"What?" he said. Dean was shocked at the wing span and quickly looked around to see if anyone was around to see them. He noticed that there was nobody around them. So he quickly turned back to Castiel with a smile.

"Two things, A.) Put your wings away before someone sees and 2.) Don't ever kick baby again" he said seriously. Castiel quickly nodded and hid his wings out of sight and got to picking up the stuff he dropped. Dean helped as best he could and quickly walked up the stairs to his complex. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and tried, as best he could, mind you with the groceries in hand, and got them into the keyhole. He turned his key to where he heard the satisfied click of the lock unlocking and opened the door, walking in. Castiel watched as Dean walked in first, following him in his footsteps, and outstreched his wing to close the door behind them. Dean walked into the kitchen and placed the stuff down on the counter. Castiel had followed suit with Dean and noticed a note sitting on the counter.

"Master, what's that?" Castiel asked pointing at the note. Dean stared at castiel confused at the fact that he was just called master and picked up the note. It said:

Dear Dean,

I went to the library to go study with jesse~ See you later tonight~

-Sam

Castiel stared at the note and for some odd reason glared at the note's signature.

"Who is Sam?" Castiel asked without the hint of being jealous. Dean looked over at Castiel with a small smile.

"He's my little brother, i was the one that named him, it was a total accident though" he chuckled at the small memory the fluttered past his eyes. Castiel recongnized the look and slightly felt bad for automatically asking the question. Dean shook off the memory and looked at castiel's neck. All angel's and demon's, once purchase, are suppose to where a collar. Castiel luckily had it on. He reached out for it but castiel quickly pulled away. Dean quickly with drew his hands and looked at castiel curiously.

"I was gonna look at you're collar, so i can contact that man" He whispered. Castiel looked at Dean right in the eyes and saw that he wasn't lying. He was a little bit sad that he was going to have his other master come and pick him up, but he knew he wasn't this man's angel. So he pulled forward and outstreched his neck. Dean tip toed closer and wrapped his fingers slowly around the collar. He twisted it around and read the number of the castiel's owner and quickly memorized it. He backed away and took out his phone, flipping it open. He typed in the number and held up the phone to his head. As he heard the ring's contiue, he watched Castiel's face started to drop slowly. He gulped and looked away and quickly thought of something else. That's till, he heard a women answering the phone.

"Hello?" questioned a young women. Dean recognized that voice, but he couldn't place where he heard it from.

"Hello, my name's Dean Winch-"

"Dean?" The girl piped up.

"Who's this?" Dean asked looking up at castiel. Castiel was confused at this.

"It's me, Joanna, but you use to call me Jo, back in 7th grade" laughed the girl. Dean was shocked.

"Holy shit, Jo! You own Castiel?" Dean asked.

"Oh, you're the one Dick rant on about?" Jo asked.

"Dick? Dick Roman?" Dean asked, wasn't he the presedent?

"yeah, i'm married to him, he said that some moron pushed over one of his body guards and stole castiel" She laughed "I'm actually glad it's you though."Dean could tell she was flirting with him, yet he rolled his eyes.

"So what, i drive up to washington state, just to hand him back to you guys?" Dean asked. All of a sudden you hear her whisper to something and a gruffy voice came onto the phone, that was not jo.

"Listen, you oversized prick! Give me back my damn angel or so help me-" Yelled out the man. Obviously it was the president.

"Alright, keep you're panties on, where and when do you want him"

"He better be here within the week, mr. winchester, or i'll kill your little brother sammy" he smirked. Dean's eyes grew wide and looked around and finally landed on Dean's counter top.

"Alright, within the week, got it" Dean growled out, not even missing a beat of hatred in the call. He hung up and glanced over at castiel with a sigh.

"Just go and sit on the couch Cas, I have to go pack a bag and call sammy" Dean smiled sadly.

"Dean, you can't take me back" Castiel whispered visably shaking. Dean got confused.

"What do you mean, dude i don't own-"

"No one owns me, Dean that's the thing I'm not owned by him"Castiel said. Dean was confused at this.

"Castiel, He seems pretty sure that you belong to him, now that's another thing in the document that i know for a fact is in their and it states 'Don't steal other's angels' and considering he just threaten my little brothers life, i have to do what he says" Dean said. Castiel sighed and sat on the couch, knowing he wasn't going to win the battle. Dean walked into the back room, pulling out his cell phone. He dailed in his brother's cell phone and heard the annoying sound of the ringing. All of a sudden he heard a muffle voice pick up on the other line and then an hello.

"Hey bro, it's me Dean, are you still with jess?" Dean asked.

"Um, yeah, where just working on our projects for our law class, but uh, what's wrong?" Sam asked.

"I'm going out of state for a few days, i meeting up with some of my old friends and i won't be back for a couple of days, think you can make it on your own for a little bit?" Dean asked worringly. Sam just scoffed and nodded. He stopped realizing his brother couldn't see him.

"Yes Dammit, i'm not a seven year old Dean"

"Yeah, but you're still my little brother, Bitch" Smirked Dean.

"Jerk!" His brother squeaked. Gabriel, Sam's friend, tried hard not to laugh at this but quickly masked his expression, knowing if Sam was caught lying, all hell would break loose.

"Alright, I'll see you in a couple of day's...Bye" Dean hung up and tried not to cry. He couldn't help it, even though he acts like this big old mean guy, he can't help but feel as if his little brother was the world to him. Hell, he hates the chick flick moments, but he would die for his brother, even if it ment, taking back some damn angel that should have never entered his life in the first place. He quickly masked his features and grabbed his suit case. He started pulling out multipul different shirts and underwear and threw them in the bag, he walked over to the closet and pulled out a couple pair of jeans and overshirts and folded them neatly in the suitcase. He walked over to his side of the dresser and picked up the necklace he had recived from sam when they where just little kids. He stared at it for a moment as he slowly sat on the bad. He thought about all the possiblites that could happen if he left sam there all alone, but then he thought about what could happen if he went along with them and that was worse. He stared at that necklace for a long time before kissing it and pulling it over his head and standing up going over to grab his suit case. He picked up the suit case and walked over to his door opening it. As he opened it he looked around his room, as if this would be the last time he step foot out of it and turned off his light. He pulled on a fake smile, hiding his feelings and walked out, closing the door behind him, never looking back.

Castiel on the other hand was getting antsy, he didn't understand Dean at all, first he was all nice and such, and now here he is bringing him back to the man that had hurt him in the first place. He hated that man with every single fiber. No one knows how he was truley created. This man claims that he had found them,angels and demons, But in reality;They're humans. He would buy them at young ages and expirement on them. Needles and medication where there only diet for three weeks and they would excersise. Some of them didn't make it and would die off of the lack of nutrition going into their body and water. Castiel had never felt so scared in his life. When he was about 15 that's when Dick, found something that would create wings and tails and such. He started expirementing on them and the results where if you where an 'Angel' you have these beautiful feathery wings of any color, they where huge and they were exotic. The demons, got a little bit more features...their wings would have a mixture between feathers and scales, horns would sprout from their heads and long to short tails flowed out of them. The demon's would fall under different catagories of different authorities. Like Red eyes, would be dealing souls, white eyes, the dominates and black eyes would pratically be the pawns. The reason why there called demons or angels, is because if you're an angel, you get these powers that not normal people would have possesed, as for demons, they don't really have powers, unless you call, laughing at other people's pain is any power.

Castiel hated this man because he changed his whole life around. He was a slave, and not just any slave, a supposed sex slave. He has to give others pleasure, as he remembers the gruesome details of the whole event. He was terrified of those jobs, his boss had also used him to his advantage and that's teriffying. Knowing he's going to see this man in a couple of days and knowing he's going to continue his acts towards him. He was also right about no one owning him, no one sat down and signed his paper work nor have they came and even look at him. Dick was always hiding him in the rooms or letting him go out and go shop for something. That's actually what led him into this mess, which he's not really complaing about, it's more along the lines of having to go back to him.

Castiel rose his hand's to his face and sighed into them. He had a moment of peace before Dean walked into the room and glanced over at Castiel.

"Cas? You okay?" Dean asked. Castiel dropped his hands and stood up.

"Yeah, i'm fine," he whispered and walked towards the door "and it's Castiel to you" He snapped as he walked out of the door. Dean felt bad but followed him out closing and locking the door behind him and walked down the stairs. He walked over to the car castiel was waiting by and poped the trunk open and threw his suit case into the back and closed it. He walked back over to the front of the car and unlocked it. He slid in and reached in over to castiel's side and opened the door. Castiel smoothly slid in and closed the door. Dean closed his own door and took out his key, slamming it into the ignition and turning it on. He grabbed the stick shift and put it into reverse. He slowly backed out of the parking space. As he felt that it was safe to go into drive, he hit the stick shift and clicked it into drive. Then he drove out of his complex and drove out of the city. Castiel on the other hand was thinking of ways to prolong their trip. Similar to fate's power, he can make things happen, regardless if their good or not.