Thanks for all the feedback so far :) It's always great to know someone is enjoying my writing. Okay, chapter two is here and I think there'll be one more chapter to come to complete this story.

Again thanks to my awesome beta CastielandMexx. You successfully kept me from doing too much work tonight but it was worth it ;D

When Dean finally walked through Bobby's front door hours later he was dead on his feet. It had been one hell of a night and he was exhausted and hurting but glad to see Sam and Bobby still awake and sitting at the kitchen table. At least Cas hadn't lied about sending them back to Bobby's.

"Dean! Thank g….thank goodness, you're here. Are you alright?" Sam exclaimed when he spotted his older brother.

"I'm fine," Dean lied and forced a smile onto his face. "Just tired from the drive here. Which reminds me, Bobby? There's a car out back that probably shouldn't be found. I can take care of it in the morning."

"Don't worry about it boy. I'm on it," the older hunter gruffly told him and got up to go outside.

"What the hell happened to you? What did he do to you? How did you get away?" Sam immediately started bombarding Dean with questions.

"Nothing happened. I bowed and he let me go," Dean told Sam. "And now please stop asking questions okay? I need a drink, a shower and a few hours of sleep, in exactly that order. Tomorrow you can ask me all you want."

Thankfully Sam just nodded and turned towards the cabinet where Bobby kept the liquor to get some for his brother. When Sam had his back turned on him Dean carefully sat down, wincing slightly at the pain in his ass. Damn, he was still very sore and the couple of hours in a car seat hadn't helped.

But when Sam returned to the table, a glass, filled with amber liquid, in his hand, Dean had put on a straight face again and gratefully accepted the glass from his brother. He downed the liquor at once enjoying the burn as it slid through his throat and the warmth it created as it settled in his stomach. He set the glass back down on the table and got up to go upstairs and finally take a shower to wash away all the filth from Cas' 'lesson'.

"He just let you go?" Sam asked again when Dean had almost reached the stairs.

Dean turned around to look at his brother. "That's what I said."

"Just like that."

"Well, we talked for a while and I did what he wanted, accepted him as my new god," Dean told him, internally cringing at the memory. "Dude can be very convincing." That wasn't even a lie.

Dean turned towards the stairs again and was already a few steps up when Sam called after him, "We've been waiting here for you for over twenty-four hours."

That made Dean stop in his movement for second. He was glad that Sam couldn't see the shock that was probably evident on his face now. How long had he been unconscious?

The shower really helped Dean to feel better and he stayed so long underneath the soothing spray, until there was no more hot water left. When he came back down the stairs to make his bed on the couch, Sam got up to go to bed now himself. Apparently he had only waited for Dean to come back downstairs. He gave Dean another worried look as he passed him, which Dean ignored. He didn't want to talk about what had happened. He couldn't talk about it. And right now he really needed to sleep.

He sighed as he finally lay down on the couch, his aching muscles relaxing, and he fell asleep almost instantly. But the sleep didn't bring the calm he had hoped for. Instead it brought more terror as Cas suddenly invaded his dream. For a moment he wasn't sure whether Cas was really there or whether this was simply a nightmare, forcing him to relive his last encounter with the new god.

But the location was different and even though the words Cas said to him were familiar he could tell that this wasn't merely a dream. Fuck.

"Bow down to me, your Lord," Cas had said and Dean was too shocked for a moment to react at all. Suddenly he felt a force flowing over him, bringing him to his knees.

"I said, bow down," Cas growled at him and held him on the floor. Dean couldn't move and just stared as Cas came closer.

"Get away from me you monster," he spat when Cas put his hand on top of his head, smoothing his hair. Dammit, Dean thought as he flinched at the touch. He had sworn to try and kill the bastard and now he came to him in a dream and Dean couldn't do anything, not even move. And Cas was mocking him by petting his head.

"I'm going to need your help, Dean. And you are going to help me," he told him and grabbed his chin forcing him to look up into the ice-cold blue eyes, when Dean attempted to shake his head.

"Yes, you will," the new god said and then vanished, leaving Dean to crumple onto the ground in his own dream. He was shaking from fear and adrenalin and he needed a moment to realize that Cas hadn't actually done anything to him this time.

He was just beginning to relax and the dream changed into a pleasant scene when a hand on his shoulder roughly shook him awake. Groaning he came back to consciousness, still refusing to open his eyes.

"Whatever it is, it can wait till morning," he said angrily, thinking it was Sam or Bobby standing there next to the couch.

"I will not wait till morning," a gruff voice that belonged neither to Sam nor to Bobby, informed him.

Dean's eyes shot open and he sat up, scrambling to get as much distance between him and Cas as possible. This time it wasn't a dream. This time Cas was really there and Dean had not had enough time to prepare for this. He didn't know what to do but that didn't really matter that much because Cas knew exactly what he wanted Dean to do.

He grabbed the hunter by the front of his shirt and pulled him close, dragging him across the couch when Dean tried to resist.

"You will help me punish everyone who defies me. You will be my human bait and there's nothing you can do about it, so you better obey. You're only making things harder for yourself," Cas told him, holding him in an iron grip.

Dean knew that he was right. There was no way he could overpower Cas so he might as well obey and save himself some trouble but that just wasn't in his nature. He had to struggle, had to at least try, because if he didn't it would mean that he was broken. And he had the feeling that no matter what he did Cas would somehow interpret his behavior as 'disobedient' and punish him just for fun. So when Cas loosened his grip he struggled with all his might and actually managed to break free and jump off the couch, ducking underneath Cas still outstretched arms. Though were he was going he didn't know. There was nowhere to hide from this thing his friend, his angel had become. Probably not even the most powerful sigils could banish a god.

Cas wasn't too concerned with his flight. Almost lazily he followed and grabbed Dean and threw him into a wall so hard that Dean's head swam for a moment and he slid down to the floor. He closed his eyes until the room stopped spinning and the throbbing in his head eased. When he opened them again Cas was standing right in front of him and he had opened his pants and pushed down his boxers so that his half hard cock was right in Dean's face.

Dean jerked back and hit his head against the wall again. "Hell, no," he yelled when Cas just stepped closer and pulled Dean up onto his knees. The hunter was now effectively trapped between Cas and the wall so he did the only thing that was left for him to do and he pressed his lips together as fiercely as he could.

Cas smiled cruelly and calmly stroked himself completely hard and then swiped his tip across Dean's lips several times, leaving a smear of pre-come there after a while. Dean was mortified and just wanted this to be over. But it wasn't going to be that easy, he realized, when Cas used his free hand to take a hold of his face, his fingers digging into his cheeks with a determined brutality and finally Dean couldn't take it any longer and opened his mouth to make the pain go away.

Cas quickly shoved his dick into the opening and fisted his hand into Dean's hair holding his head in place. "If I so much as feel your teeth against my skin you will dearly regret it," he threatened and then started thrusting into Dean's mouth.

At first Dean didn't do anything, just endured Cas fucking his mouth and making him choke occasionally. But then he figured that maybe things would be over faster if he actively participated and sucked Cas off. He had never done this before. He had only ever been on the receiving end of a blow-job but he knew what felt good to him so he tried to apply the knowledge.

Tentatively he pushed his tongue against the underside of the cock and licked along it with every thrust. This got him a moan from Cas and he used his tongue more, trying out what was possible, listening to the sounds coming from Cas to see if he was doing the right thing. Humming worked well, too. The small vibrations around his dick seemed to be almost enough to send Cas over the edge so to get there faster Dean finally hollowed his cheeks and sucked as hard as he could.

Cas moaned loudly and his thrusts became harder and faster. He was close now, Dean could tell, and tried to push away. He really didn't want him to come in his mouth. But Cas didn't let him move one inch. He held on tighter and with a groan pushed his cock all the way into Dean's mouth, forcing him to deep-throat him. The convulsions of Dean's throat around his cock as the hunter gagged were enough to finally make him erupt down Dean's throat and into Dean's mouth and on his face as he pulled out and Dean didn't swallow fast enough.

When it was over he pulled his pants back up and turned to Dean as if nothing had happened. "I'll be back when I need you," he informed him and left.

Dean stayed right were he was for a little longer until he remembered whose house he was in and that Sam or Bobby could come downstairs any time and find him there on the floor against the wall with come smeared all over his face. Quickly he went to the bathroom to clean himself up and then poured himself another shot from a bottle from Bobby's stash to wash away the taste of Cas in his mouth. Then he tried to get some more sleep but he lay awake for a long time.

The next morning he woke up to the smell of coffee. He was still exhausted. The last night hadn't been exactly refreshing. When he came into the kitchen Sam poured him a mug of coffee without Dean needing to ask. He probably didn't look too well.

"About Cas…," he started to say when he had finished his coffee.

"You wanna tell me now what he did to you?" Sam asked when Dean didn't continue but Dean just shook his head.

"No. But trust me; he has really gone dark side. We need to do something about him. Fast." He didn't think he could survive another one of Cas' punishments. At least he didn't think he'd want to survive another one.