Bleed Me Dry… (based from let it bleed)

The plan was simple enough, they planned to find Crowley. How exactly they were going to do that was proving more challenging. They were keeping this a secret from their angel ally so he wouldn't try to stop them. Dean's plan was probably the most reckless plan he'd yet to concoct but it had worked, sorta.

They'd 'lucked out', if you considered getting beat on by some powerful demons as lucky then maybe you were as bent as Dean but they'd managed to capture one alive. Dean had him tied up in the center of a devil's trap they'd duct taped to the floor.** "Now, you're going to tell me where your boss is holed up, it's your choice how soon and how much pain you want to be in when you do," Dean said, his voice gruff and dangerous. He had a gallon of holy water and Ruby's knife in his hand.

"Fuck you," the demon spat, and spit at his feet.

Dean just nodded his head at that, not expecting anything different and carelessly splashed some holy water at the demon's face, who screamed in agony as his skin started to burn; his face turning scarlet. "Where's Crowley!" Dean yelled. The demon looked at him defiantly and a sudden smirk tugged at his mouth.

"Behind you."

Dean snarled at the stupid response and brought a closed fist back ready to swing it into his face but the demon began to cough, black smoke choking out of his mouth and sinking into the floor. Dean stared in confusion looking at the trap if it had been breached but it hadn't.

"Heard you were looking for me Dean," the distinct Scottish accent rolling over him, his green eyes growing wide and he clutched the knife all the more tighter. "I'd appreciate it if you stopped killing my best demons to find me!" he growled raising his voice. Dean said nothing to the ex-crossroads demon but quickly turned and plunged the knife at empty air. "Now Dean that's not very welcoming. I thought we'd have one of those little heart felt dialogues your so fond of," and Dean growled hearing the smugness in the tone of the demon.

He turned back around, now facing the king of hell, "How did you convince him? To join an alliance with scum like you?" He asked angrily, clutching the knife harder still, the handle biting into his palm.

"Such harsh words darling, but you'll have to ask your fine feathered friend about that. If he can find you." Crowley said smoothly and before Dean could say anything or protest Crowley had grabbed his arm and vanished.

Sam didn't know how he ended up here. Standing outside a large shed in a junk yard as screaming came from the inside. He crossed his arms angrily and paced the yard. He felt like going inside and stopping his brother from doing the things he knew would just further damage him but held back, having promised not to intervene. After a long time though the screams had subsided and it had become eerily quiet. He became even more worried as minutes passed, "Screw this," he said and cautiously went in, gun at the ready. "Dean?" he called to the empty room. A man was tied up in the middle of the room; his face red like he'd gotten too much sun but there was no one else. He approached the circle quicker now, 'Where was Dean?' The circle was unbroken but the man didn't seem possessed anymore. As he stepped into the circle he found Ruby's knife on the floor, and the jug of holy water was still glugging onto the floor softly. Tucked into one of the ropes around the man's chest was a small card. He plucked it away carefully, and read. With each passing word his eyes grew wider, his eye brows disappearing under his bangs, horror setting in his chest like a heavy weight.

"CASTIEL! We've got a big problem down here! Cas! Come on!"

"Hello Sam," the response came from behind him with a fluttering of wings.

"Thank God! Cas its Dean he's…"

"What's wrong?" Castiel was suddenly very angry, and approached the taller man threateningly. "What have you been doing?" his eyes narrowed at the devil's trap on the floor.

"We… Sam swallowed hard, "We've been looking for Crowley… here!" Sam fessed up and gave the card to the angel. Castiel read it carefully and Sam continued. "We were trying to help…"

"Nice work," Cas said with a glare, the sarcasm even being lost on him was still delivered with precise cruelness. "I'll find him, but you," Castiel rose up and even for being the taller of the two Sam felt very small and defenseless at the moment. "Don't do anything stupid." Cas growled and disappeared.

Sam let out the breath he'd been holding, "Please hurry Cas…"

Castiel appeared in a dark alley way, the only light illuminated the street was a neon sign at the other end of the alley. The sign was light up in rainbow colors that read 'Den of Iniquity'. He huffed a little, not liking at all where this was going, remembering the time Dean took him to a whore house. If he ever wanted to kill someone more than he did now he could not remember, and the desire surprised him because he really wanted to kill Raphael. He would have just flown in, grabbed Dean and got out but the club was angel proofed against it.

"So glad you could find the place darling," the smooth voice rolled over Cas like an oil spill, making him feel dirty as he turned to watch Crowley approach him from the alley.

"What are you trying to achieve by doing this?" Cas growled, while glaring daggers at the demon.

"Just some leverage my friend. You have such a… unhealthy attachment to the Winchesters, Dean in particular. I just wanted to take out the proper insurance that our deal still stands. That this… boy wasn't going to change your mind." Crowley said knowingly.

"I could end you right now. What's stopping me?" Cas said coldly, not letting on anything.

"You need me to win this war angel. Would you rather a less negotiable demon to rule hell?" Crowley answered swiftly, "You don't need any more opposition!" he finished, his voice rising to a yell.

Cas hung his head, the demon, unfortunately, was right. But he didn't let on that the demon was underestimating him, which is exactly what he wanted. "Release Dean. I will stop them from hunting you if you so wish."

"Alright then, now we've reached common ground," Crowley schooled his face, and his voice dropped to its usual baritone. He snapped and the angel wards were mostly lifted. "I'll let you have the pleasure of saving your human personally, and might I suggest for now on that you keep your pets on a shorter leash" and with that Crowley was gone again.

Castiel grumbled, swiping a hand over his face in annoyance, a mannerism he no doubted picked up from being around the Winchesters for too long. He tested the wards again, still not able to fly in but able to enter and use some of his powers to find Dean. "I'm starting to wish I had burned the right bones…"

He entered the club the booming bass vibrating through his body like a thrum of electricity, lights were flashing everywhere, and the people… all of them were scantily clad, and every eye within 10 feet stopped to stare at him for a few beats, like he was the one who walked in dressed lewdly and he felt like stabbing his eyes out seeing unspeakable things that could not be unseen. And this wasn't even the main problem demons were everywhere, and they knew he was here.

He took in a staggering breathe and moved in quickly, passing a mass of bodies grinding together and he moved faster to get to one side of the large room. He approached one side of the room cautiously, a dark hallway leading off of it, and stairs leading downward at the end of the hall. He looked around, eyes narrowing and knew he was being watched, the moment he stepped foot into the hall a half dozen demons would be on him. He stepped away quickly, trying to disappear and blend with the crowd but it was impossible in his current attire. He stole into a bathroom and stared wide eyed around. One stall was occupied by a loudly grunting couple, the wall shaking. "I'm going to kill him the first chance I get…" he promised himself. At that moment a very flamboyantly dressed man walked in, wearing just a pair of red tight fighting hot pant with a rainbow belt and suspenders, and nothing more. He smiled at Castiel.

"You're a little over dressed hunny," he said giving him a smirk. Cas just stared as the man leaned over the sink, inspecting himself. The man turned as Cas was standing extremely close to him. "What? Like what you see sweet heart?" he said and laughed, Cas tilted his head not sure what to say in response.

"I don't understand, why is everyone dressed so…"

"Oh hunny you've never been to rainbow night have you? Here let me help!" the man said excitedly and grabbed for his trench coat.

"What are you doing? NO!" Cas struggled against him but the other man was surprisingly strong and managed to wrestle him out of his trench coat and suit jacket, ripped the buttons off his shirt to expose his chest, and loosened the blue tie, but left it hang around his neck.

"There you go darling, you'll be able to find these later," the man smirked snapping his fingers and the coat disappeared.

Realization crossed his mind in an instant and he shoved the man against the nearest wall.

"Gabriel, how are you here?" he growled, mostly out of annoyance but was truly happy, if he could be, that his older brother was alive.

The arch angel shifted back into his natural form, long brown hair falling in his eyes but still in the same attire as he continued to smirk. "No time to explain little bro, Deano's in trouble right?" Castiel's eyes narrowed and Gabriel laughed heartily at him. "You'll need all the help you can get. Now go I'll hold off the demons," Gabriel grinned, shifting back into his disguised face. Castiel loosened his grip as a couple people were eyeing them, like they'd just done something dirty. Cas blushed and Gabriel laughed again taking his hand and dragged him back into the mass of people. Glitter was raining down onto the dance floor, and Cas was completely covered in blue and silver sparkles looking annoyed. The approached the hall together waiting to one side and Gabriel whispered for them to go. Cas ran down the hall, looking back as his brother started smiting demons left and right. 'Thanks Gabe,' he thought and ran faster, sensing Dean ahead.

Of all the times Dean wished that he had listened to his brother, this had to be in the top five list. He was beaten and bloody, shackled to a wall in a small room in the basement, two demons were standing guard over him, and having redecorated the walls with Dean's blood were now lazing near the door. He remembered what Sam had said.

*flashback*

After returning to the impala, Cas had rode with them for a couple 100 miles while they traveled back to Bobby's as they talked over the war and how they could help, but Cas had gotten called back to heaven and the brothers were alone again for the hundred or so miles from Bobby's.

They were silent for a long while after the angel's departure but Dean's luck had run out as Sam finally spoke. "I can't believe you punked out of telling him."

"I didn't punk out! It… wasn't the right time…"

"Fine, you flaked. But come on man what good is this going to do?"

"Look I needed him to trust us so he'd stop spying on us, this way we can find Crowley without him interfering. If we can kill Crowley then the deal is off and Cas is free, what don't you get?"

"And what good will that do getting Cas out of this deal, Dean? We still have to find a way to beat Raphael." Sam huffed.

Dean slammed on the brakes and pulled over. Sam looked around bewildered and Dean turned to him, a dangerous look in his eye, "Sam if it weren't for me he wouldn't have gone to freggin Crowley in the first place. If it weren't for me all this shit wouldn't be happening at all. He's done everything he possibly could for us, and Damnit I'm not going to let some fucking crossroads demon turned Devil change who he is! We owe him this Sam, now you can help me or you can stay behind but I'm going to kill Crowley." Dean growled.

"Of course I'll help Dean," Sam said quietly feeling ashamed.

"Good." Dean turned the car back on, but left the music turned down low as they drove on again.

After several miles of looking out the side window at the passing blur of trees Sam looked at his brother. "You shouldn't blame yourself Dean. He had a choice…" he said softly.

'Yea, but I pushed him in the wrong direction, away from me.' He thought but didn't reply.

Dean was brought out his thoughts as a sound of scuffling at loud yells came from beyond the door he was locked behind. He smirked at the two demons who were now staring warily at the door. "Told you sons of bitches I had an angel coming" he said cockily and one turned and punched him hard in the jaw.

"Shut your mouth. He won't get past us as long as we have this." The demon smirked now pulling out an angel blade and the smile slowly left Dean face as he caught the glint of the blade.

Silence followed and the door burst open, Castiel standing in the doorway, his clothes a torn apart mess, blood was splattered on his open shirt and his bared chest glistened with sweat. Dean couldn't do anything but stare at his angel as he swiftly moved into the room, his eyes flaring at the sight of Dean shackled to a wall. Dean's clothes tattered and blood trickling from cuts on his exposed skin and from his mouth. Castiel easily took the first demon down but had turned his back on the other who was swiftly approaching from behind.

"Cas! He's got an angel blade!" Dean shouted as Cas turned around right at the demon plunged the blade into his chest. "NO! CAS!" He yelled brokenly, pulling on the chains harder than ever. The angel looked down at the blade, a slow smile stretched across his lips and he pulled it from his chest, blood covering it but seemed ok. Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing, Cas was acting like this was just another knife, like when they'd first met all those years ago in the barn. Dean watched in shock as Cas dropped the blade and killed the stunned demon in a swift movement. He then turned back and walked swiftly to Dean's side, releasing him from the shackles. "Cas you…"

"This must be the most unintelligible things you've ever done Dean." Cas said and gave Dean a cold look. "What did you think would happen if you went after Crowley? Better yet how did you know he was even alive?" Cas asked the anger burning in his blue eyes and Dean had to look away. He leaned to one side and pulled a couple papers out of his jeans pocket. Cas gave him a questioningly look as Dean extended them for Cas to take.

"Here, I was waiting for the right time to tell you but I guess this will have to do," Dean sighed and Cas took the script. He read quickly and silently. His mouth falling open and a red hue covered his pale cheeks.

"Where did you get this?" Cas asked him shock apparent on his face.

Dean sighed, "In the alternate universe Balthazar sent us too, we were acting as ourselves and you, errr… the other you gave it to me. He thought it could help." He explained quietly and trailed off. "I just wanted to help you Cas, I feel responsible for everything, like I made you feel you couldn't come to me with this, and instead made a deal with Crowley, so I tried to break the deal for you by killing him."

"Dean that's not the reason why I didn't come to you, I almost did but you were..."

"I know, I was out and had a nice life yada yada, but Cas, I would have left it all in an instant to help you." Dean told him sincerely. 'I would have left it just to be with you again…' Castiel was quiet for a long while and Dean studied his face, blue glitter sparkling on his face and he couldn't help but chuckle. Cas turned a sad look to him and Dean grew quiet once more. Cas extended a hand to his forehead and healed his wounds.

"I couldn't bring myself to ask more of you Dean. You'd given up everything, your brother… and Crowley gave me a way to keep you out and safe. And I foolishly took it, and now… I can't back out now Dean. This is what happened when he felt I was losing sight of our goal, and thought I might go astray, which I was going to do after you came but now…"

"Cas we'll find another way. You don't have to do this, taking in that amount of souls is a bad idea man. They'll eat you alive." Dean told him worriedly. He looked down at the strewed angel blade still coated in blood, Castiel's blood, and then stared at his friend. "Why didn't the blade kill you?" he asked and picked it up.

"Because it's a fake. It's a believable replication but…" Cas trailed off as he summoned his own blade. "The density is much different" he handed Dean the real blade and it proved much heavier. It also glimmered brighter than the fake but that's where the differences ended. He thought for a long moment as he weighed the two blades in his hands. As a thought began to form in his mind and sound of someone approaching the room brought their attention to the door. Dean and Castiel hurried to either side of the door and waited for the intruder. The door swung open and Dean pounced on the guy in red spank me shorts and Cas groaned.

"Well hello to you too Deano!"

Dean looked at the guy he was about to punch and only hesitated for a beat before following thru, breaking his hand on the arch angels face. "How the fuck are you back!" he yelled angrily cradling his hand.

Gabriel pushed Dean off him and stood, "we'll discuss that, for now the wards are lifted, so I'll see you both later. Cas you might want to fix that," Gabriel smirked as Dean glared at him. Dean turned to Cas who only shrugged and healed his hand.

"I'm as much in the dark as you are. He helped me get to you," Cas explained and extended a hand to Dean who took it and rose, now almost nose to nose with the angel. This close to the angel, who had half the amount of clothes he usually wore on was starting to turn Dean on, his eyes traveled lower to Castiel's chest, shining with sweat and glitter and he gulped. "Dean are you alright?" Cas' deep voice cut through and it didn't really help, the rasp of his voice going thru his very bones. He looked into the blue eyes of his friend and before he could stop himself he was kissing Cas. He smashed their mouths together, and pulled him closer with a firm grip on his tie. After a long couple of moments he started to pull away as Cas had yet to respond but a hand wrapped around his waist keeping him in place. Their lips parted and Cas looked into his eyes questioningly. "Dean…" and every unspoken word was all said in his name and they were kissing again. Cas had a firm hold on his waist and he ran a hand thru the angel's dark mussed hair, groaning quietly as Cas sighed into his lips, he took advantage and thrust his tongue into the others mouth receiving a pleased groan in return. They kissed for a long time, and finally pulled away for air.

"I think we need to discuss some things Cas." Dean huffed and Castiel nodded.

A/N. alright! Thank you to all my awesome readers! I love reading your comments, and the next chapter might be a little bit to wait for but be patient with me! I have the idea for the man who knew too much but it will most definitely be in two parts.