Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.
Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
Mainly swearing in this chapter.
Chapter 10 – The Paradox
Insistent nausea brought Dean around to consciousness. He swallowed thickly but quickly realized that it wasn't helping. He needed to hurl, like yesterday. He didn't even have time to debate upstairs or downstairs. His only choice was nearest.
Still he moved as quietly as he could and make sure to close the door. It was not easy to throw one's guts up without making a lot of noise but Dean did the best he could. Mentally he cursed the watery bitch and her stupid suction like lips. He could still taste her which started another bout of nausea.
When the nausea had passed and he was positive that there was absolutely nothing left in him. He flushed the toilet and washed his face off. He brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth before peeking out of the bathroom into the hallway.
After not hearing another sound, he quickly dressed completely, including all his normal concealed weapons, and then headed downstairs, carefully avoiding the squeaky part of the stairs. He booted up Bobby's computer and did the standard search that he'd done for the past two weeks. His previously failed results didn't deter him as the images kept coming to him.
He grabbed a ginger ale from Bobby's refrigerator and brought it back to the desk to start his day. He surfed the web for any hints of the case or any case. He knew it was pointless to try to go back to sleep at this point.
He heard Bobby stirring in his bedroom so he got up and started the coffee brewing. He knew they would want some as soon as they got up. He had finished his drink and grabbed another. He didn't know if coffee would set well at this point.
He settled back down at the desk when his latest search came back. He checked the results and clicked on the link that seemed to be what he was looking for. He quickly scanned the article then closed his eyes with resigned dread. It was true. It was all true. He wasn't going crazy, but, man, did he wish that he was.
"You'd better not be looking at porn," Bobby warned gruffly as he entered the room with a cup of coffee in hand.
Dean glanced up at his second father with a cocky smirk. He closed the window and search down before pulling up the porn window he had minimized for just this purpose. How sad was his life that he actually would rather have other people think he was surfing porn. He whined pathetically, "Aw, come on, Bobby. A man has needs. Or, at least, some of us do."
"Not on my computer," Bobby reinforced firmly. "Now get that crap off and erase any history or links to it. If my computer crashes, it'll be your ass."
"Aw, man," Dean complained then begged incorrigibly, "Just give me five minutes. I'll be quick."
Bobby rolled his eyes slightly and turned back to the kitchen, muttering under his breath, "That's why you only have one night stands."
"Ouch!" Dean acknowledged with a hand over his heart. "That hurts, Bobby. It really does. Now I need me time more than ever to erase that sting."
Bobby turned back toward him and promised meaningfully, "You get any of your DNA anyway near any of my stuff and you won't have an outlet for it anymore."
"That's harsh, Bobby," Dean recoiled back in feigned fear. "Don't you want grandchildren one day?"
Bobby rolled his eyes again at Dean's antics, secretly glad Dean finally seemed okay. He turned back to the kitchen with the pointed vow. "Don't say I didn't warn you, boy."
Dean smirked then quickly copied down all the information he needed before erasing everything he did this morning. He stuffed it in his pocket then shut down Bobby's computer. He needed to disable Sam's, too. But he'd do that later.
Dean walked into the kitchen to smell toast and bacon cooking. He buttered the toast while Bobby asked him about the hunt. Dean shrugged slightly then admitted wryly, "To tell you the truth, I don't remember driving here. I don't remember wasting the bitch either so I have no idea what happened. You'll have to ask Sam."
"Ask Sam what?" Sam wondered sleepily as he shuffled into the room and headed for the coffee pot.
"What happened on the last hunt?" Dean offered easily.
Sam cocked an eyebrow at him over his cup of coffee and prodded, "What do you remember?"
Dean shrugged but replied testily, "I remember you having yet another lip locking moment with yet another monster and me trying to revive your sorry ass. I mean, come on. Can't you find a normal chick for once? And I don't mean Becky because that was just weird. Sarah was cool but marrying Becky . . ." Dean shuddered in immense distaste.
"What?" Sam exclaimed with distressed shock. "Aw, hell, no way. Never, Dean. Have you totally checked out or what?"
Dean paused, very thankful that it was another false or alternate reality memory, then smiled and teased, "Psych."
"So not cool, jerk."
"Bitch."
"What do you remember after that?" Sam wondered, returning to the original conversation.
Dean shrugged and admitted freely, "Not much. Everything seems to blur after that until I woke up in my bed here."
"That's it?" Sam clarified incredulously.
Dean thought for a long moment then easily returned, "Yeah. Pretty much." He saw Sam and Bobby exchange a meaningful glance so he prodded, "What? What did I miss?"
"Nothing," Sam evaded uneasily. "We wasted the bitch the next day then headed home."
"Bullshit," Dean called then added honestly, "but I really don't care what you are trying to hide this time as long as we wasted the bitch." He really couldn't get on to Sam for lying when what he was about to do was ten times worse. He saw Bobby finishing up the eggs and suggested with fake hunger, "Let's eat."
They all settled down and ate breakfast with their normal banter. Bobby and Sam were relieved that Dean seemed to be back to normal. Bobby frowned slightly as he studied Dean and Dean really hated that so he finally snapped, "Take a picture. It'll last longer."
Bobby ignored the snap and verified slowly, "Sam, didn't you tell me that he had a hell of a shiner last night?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, turning to Dean and finding that all of the previous injuries were healed. Sam shrugged and guessed, "Gabriel must have healed him after all, even his mood seems better."
"Gabriel?" Dean asked quietly, freezing all motion for a moment.
"Yeah, he helped last night then brought us back here," Sam admitted nonchalantly.
Dean nodded and smirked. "Good ol' AA, Angel Air. The only way to fly."
Sam shrugged again and allowed, "He'll probably check in soon."
Dean heard the distinct sound of wings and moved faster than he'd ever had before. He had Raphael's archangel blade out and against Gabriel's throat after shoving the angel into the wall behind him. Gabriel managed a "Miss m-" before he was thrown and trapped.
"It's about damn time," Dean gritted out angrily.
"Dean!" Both Bobby and Sam shouted as they stood up quickly.
"Back off," Dean snarled. "This is between me and him. Now, where the hell is Cass? Huh? Where is he?"
Gabriel started and tried to answer, "He's –"
Dean didn't let him finish before he continued his rant, "How do you know he's there? Have you seen him? With your own two eyes? Or, whatever?"
"No-"
Dean interrupted again, "Because he's dead! They killed him. I've seen it. He's dead. He's been dead. They tore him apart from the inside."
"No, they haven't. My siblings – "
"Not them! Leviathans. They took him. Tore him up and . . ." Dean trailed off in despair before he snapped his eyes back up and warned hotly, "You get me back to my reality or so help me I will find a way back myself. I don't give a damn if you are a trickster, djinn or whatever, I will kill you and get myself back."
"What about Cass?"
"He's DEAD! Now, get me the hell out of here and back where I belong."
Gabriel stalled quickly, "What if I can get Cass here? Will that prove it to you?"
Dean paused momentarily, "Cass here? Alive?"
"Yes, alive."
Dean narrowed his eyes then conceded reluctant desperation, "What do you want from me? My soul? My life? To bleed me dry while living my greatest wish? What do I have to give for that?"
"Just let me go and give me a couple of days," Gabriel bargained with exasperation.
Dean stared hard at the angel then his shoulders slumped heavily downward and suddenly Gabriel felt like he'd stolen the human's entire being, his heart, soul and life. Gabriel knew he'd won but it left a very sour taste in his mouth.
At this point, Dean didn't believe anything he saw or heard but knew the benefits of playing along. Dean mandated hollowly, "A week. You have one week to bring Cass to me alive. If he's not here by then, I will find a way to kill you and get back."
Dean slowly released his grip on the angel and turned to leave. He spotted Sam and Bobby standing there in shock. Dean's heart hurt as he met Bobby's eyes so he quickly looked away. He muttered huskily as he passed his second father, "I'm sorry, Bobby. I . . . I . . . you . . . I have to get back to Sammy." Dean stormed out of the kitchen then the house and in seconds he had the Impala peeling out of Bobby's driveway on his way to Bozman, Montana.
Inside the kitchen, Gabriel turned to fix Sam in his stern, irritated gaze. He mimicked Ricky Ricardo when he stated unbendingly, "Sammy, you have some explainin' to do."
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