Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.

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.

Author's note: Okay, Dean seems a little better now, and so I am. I am posting this a lot sooner than I expected because I felt bad about the last chapter. Hopefully this will make it up to you and I will still try to get another chapter out this weekend.

Chapter 13 – The Summons

Dean startled awake slightly as he felt clothes cover his body once again seconds before Cass lightly touched his forehead and fell back into a restful sleep.

Gabriel appeared in the motel room not far in front of Cass who now stood at Dean's bedside, dressed only in his white undershirt and black slacks. Gabriel glanced at the bed and saw that Dean had fallen into a peaceful sleep. He smirked slightly then observed drily, "Well, at least, you got him to sleep. Learn anything new?"

"Not yet," Castiel answered vaguely then added wryly, "I just now got him calm."

Gabriel sniffed slightly, noticing the slight tensing of Castiel's shoulders at the action, as a scent that Gabriel thought he'd caught when he'd initial entered the room completely disappeared. Gabriel narrowed his eyes suspiciously and studied his younger brother intently but continued briskly, "Well, I haven't found out anything yet, other than the fact that Dad's not answering, again."

Castiel barely refrained from rolling his eyes at the not so unexpected news and suggested, "Have you had any luck finding the demon'?"

Gabriel frowned slightly then admitted, "Haven't really looked. Was kind of busy upstairs then with your boy toy there?"

"Do not call him that," Castiel warned sternly.

"Why not?"

Castiel paused briefly then evaded, "I do not like it. I do not believe he will, either."

"You don't even know what it is, do you?" Gabriel challenged with amusement.

"No," Castiel huffed out reluctantly. "But if you like saying it, I highly doubt that it is appropriate." Gabriel let out a loud bark of laughter at Castiel's trademark honestly, causing Dean to jerk upright into a sitting position on the bed.

"What the -?" Dean started in surprise then quickly spotted Gabriel. "Oh, it's you. Wonderful," he stated sarcastically while his body sagged slightly in relief over the lack of danger.

"See, everyone loves me," Gabriel stated easily, totally ignoring Dean's tone.

"That's sarcasm, asshat," Dean growled irritably while he shifted slightly to alleviate the uncomfortable pressure and soreness of his upright, seated position. He made a mental note to have a serious talk with Cass about the addition he kept making to Dean's clothing items, although he probably should be thankful for it as he remembered what had been happening when he'd last passed out. "What the hell do you want?"

"To fix you since you flew over the cuckoo's nest," Gabriel snarked. "Now that Cassie here was able to get you phone home again, how about you tell us how long you've been glimpsing the B side?"

Dean sighed heavily, very reluctant to go there in his mind again, but Castiel reinforced, "How long have you been having these 'visions', Dean?"

Dean cut his eyes to meet Castiel and saw the resolve there. He huffed reluctantly, "I don't know. The first time I remember having them was when I woke up, after Cass was denuked."

"After the demon venom?" Castiel confirmed meaningfully.

Dean thought for a moment then nodded, "Yeah."

"Nothing before that?" Gabriel clarified clinically.

"No, nothing," Dean admitted then questioned, "you think the thing caused this, whatever this is."

Gabriel turned to Castiel and wondered, "You had any visions, Cassie?"

Castiel paused then relented hesitantly, "Just one."

"Which one?" Dean prodded.

Castiel stared hard at Dean a long moment then admitted, "My death. In a lake."

"Exploding underwater," Dean verified softly. Castiel nodded solemnly.

"When, Castiel?" Gabriel continued clinically.

"After the demon, as Dean stated," Castiel answered in the same manner.

Gabriel nodded and concluded logically, "So we definitely need to find the demon."

"Wait," Dean challenged uncertainly. "Shouldn't that have died out with the other effects?"

Gabriel arched an eyebrow and interrogated knowingly, "Are all of the other effects gone, Deano?" Dean flushed with heated embarrassment and not a little irritation while Castiel redirected protectively.

"Gabriel, we need to find that demon," Castiel insisted firmly.

"Agreed, but, boy toy here has a point," Gabriel countered mockingly, intentionally pushing Dean.

"Cram it with walnuts, short bus," Dean insulted hotly.

"Better than cramming someone's little brother with more questionable items," Gabriel returned testily.

"Gabriel," Castiel commanded sternly.

"Fine!" Gabriel relented with an irritable huff then warned menacingly, "This isn't over, Deano." With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared.

"I wish you two would get along," Castiel mumbled softly.

"Hey, that was getting along," Dean argued defensively. Castiel gave him a firm, disbelieving stare. Dean rolled his eyes and amended, "Well, it's getting along for us."

Castiel glared and started to respond when his eyes shot to the ceiling. Dean sighed heavily, knowing their time was over. He stated emotionlessly, "You have to go."

Castiel's deep blue eyes returned to him and he nodded before vocalizing, "Yes, I have to go. Technically, I'm not supposed to be here at all."

"Right. Atonement and all that," Dean scoffed derisively.

"Dean," Castiel started but Dean wouldn't allow it.

"No, Cass," Dean interrupted abruptly. "Don't you dare try and console me on this. Don't tell me that you have to do this. Don't tell me you deserve to . . ." He trailed off, unable to continue.

Castiel's face softened and he acknowledged solemnly, "You are right. I don't know what is going to happen. But I do know that if the sentence was death, it would have already happened. That I do know, for sure." He put a hand on Dean's shoulder and stared into his brilliant emerald eyes. "Look, if He didn't kill Lucifer, after all that he did then He will not kill me."

"But He could put you in the box, too," Dean argued hoarsely. "That's worse."

Castiel sighed heavily, unable to argue with him on that point. Since he couldn't honestly alleviate Dean's worry, he focused on his own. He cautioned hesitantly, "Dean, I have to go but I need to know what you have been seeing quickly. May I?"

Dean saw Castiel raise his hand in gesture towards Dean's forehead. Dean swallowed thickly. He really hated his mind being messed with but knew that Castiel would be quick. It would be better than the constant barrage of black, icky things that have inhabited it so far. Finally, he gave a brief nod.

Castiel lightly touched his forehead with two fingers and Dean felt warmth flow from them then into his brain and body, relaxing him. He concentrated on the visions so that Castiel wouldn't have to search his mind for them. He tried cycle through them in the order that they came to him but they had always been confusing.

Less than a moment later, Castiel pulled his hand back and told him with a great deal of concern, "I have to go. We will find out what it going on, Dean. I promise, but call Gabriel or me if they get too bad again. Please promise me that you will."

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed irritably at the overt concern. He didn't want anyone to know how good it felt that someone that wasn't family was actually concerned for him. In the back of his mind, he acknowledged, only to himself, that what really made him feel so good inside was the fact that Cass was the one who was so concerned. That warm bubbly feeling, while it made him feel like such a girl, also warmed him from the inside out.

"Dean," Castiel insisted warningly.

"Fine," Dean huffed again, just to be difficult. "I promise. You just remember your promise to me, too."

"I remember," Castiel acknowledged solemnly.

"Good, good," Dean stated in a slightly hoarse voice then cleared his throat before he continued firmly. "Now that that's out of the way, can we stop growing female parts and close scene on this chick-flick?" Dean snarked playfully, only because he felt like he had to say it in order to keep up his tough guy image. After all, he was still a bad ass hunter and had to return to Bobby and Sam after this. Last thing he needed was for them to think he'd gone soft in any way.

Castiel arched an eyebrow and snarked with a taunt, "I don't know. Can you? After all, you're the one who loves being on the receiving end so much, just like all 'chicks' do."

Dean sputtered indignantly at the unexpected snarky taunt from his innocent, vanilla angel but Castiel didn't give him a chance to gather his thoughts. He grabbed Dean and shoved him against the nearest wall in a forceful dominance display before capturing his lips and mouth in a mind-numbing kiss. Just when Dean was getting with the program and responding enthusiastically, Castiel pulled away and stated huskily, "Goodbye, Dean. Hopefully that satisfied your requirements for a goodbye."

"Not quite," Dean argued with a slight rasp then yanked Castiel back down and continued the soul-searching kiss. Castiel responded by pressing Dean's body flush against the wall so that their bodies melded into each other. Dean mewled in pleasure and felt his legs shift apart, subconsciously inviting Cass to use him however the angel wanted. With a clearer mind, Dean might have worried that he was becoming a sex addict but then again, he'd always been relatively easy and very active in the sport.

With a supreme effort of willpower, Castiel yanked his head up and away, only to feel Dean kiss, lick, then suck on his neck. Castiel groaned in disappointment, "Dean. Stop. I have to go."

"Not yet," Dean argued huskily, only to find his whole body pinned against the wall. He objected loudly, "Cass! This is definitely becoming an addiction for you. You need help."

Castiel smirked mockingly and gave Dean another quick kiss before stating firmly, "When I say I have to go, I have to go. They will send others after me, Dean, and if you want to keep this between us, we cannot be busy when they arrive."

Castiel quickly turned and stepped away from Dean, unconsciously releasing him, to face the incoming angel. Dean stumbled slightly against Castiel as he was suddenly free. He heard the flutter of wings then saw Balthazar appear about four feet in front of Castiel. Castiel greeted his old comrade with caution, "Balthazar."

Balthazar eyed the two, taking in their close proximity to each other, while he returned easily, "Cassie. Why so formal? One might think you don't trust me or something?"

"Should I?" Castiel countered cautiously while making sure that he stayed between the angel and Dean.

Balthazar pointed out quickly, intently studying the two men, "I'm not the one who stabbed his best friend in the back, now am I?"

"You've already taken your pound of flesh for that," Castiel dismissed warily, feeling Dean tense behind him. He wasn't sure what part of the conversation had Dean on edge. He just hoped that Dean stayed out of it. "Or did you require more?" Dean definitely tensed more over that offer.

"What? And have your little attack human come after me?" Balthazar countered sarcastically then dismissed. "Please. No, I've received my atonement, considering I was helping your charge in his fight against you. As long as you don't go on another power trip, we're good. Maybe not BFFs but you get the idea."

In the next instant, Balthazar disappeared and reappeared behind Dean. He quickly touched Dean's forehead and allowed the human to fall unconscious onto the floor. Castiel growled and crouched to pounce when Balthazar's next words gave him pause.

"What the hell are you thinking, Cassie?" Balthazar exclaimed incredulously. "How could you? Did Purgatory fry what brain you have left?"

Castiel bent down during Balthazar's tirade and touched Dean's shoulder, teleporting him to the bed for a more comfortable rest. He then stared at Balthazar and waited. Balthazar glared so Castiel mentally reviewed the questions posed before he prodded hesitantly, "I am uncertain as to what your actual questions are referring to?"

Balthazar rolled his eyes at the evasion and pointed to Dean on the bed. Castiel still stared at him blankly so he threw up his arms in a very human exasperation display. Balthazar questioned determinedly, "How could you mate with him? A human. And him, of all humans. Why him? What the hell, Cassie?"

Castiel stared hard at Balthazar who quickly caught on to the other angel's thinking. Balthazar swiftly corrected it, "Oh, no, you don't. I see the bond, damn it. It's angelic bond, for Father's sake's, remember? I'm surprised Gabriel didn't see it when he was here, or was it not complete then?" Castiel ducked down his head a moment then glanced away for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Cassie," Balthazar continued in a gentler tone. "Why, brother?"

Castiel turned back to face his brother and friend. The answer was written clearly on his face but all that he could verbalize was the question. "Is it time?"

Balthazar paused for a moment and blinked before catching the extremely intentional change in subject. He exhaled slowly and answered reluctantly, "I believe so. Yes. Gabriel thought you were avoiding the summons so he sent me to fetch you. You weren't, though, were you?"

"No," Castiel stated firmly but with a hint of sadness. He glanced over at Dean's sleeping face then turned back to answer, "He was . . . concerned that I might not return and I needed to find out what visions he'd been having. It took longer than I . . ." He trailed off numbly.

Balthazar glanced at Dean then back to Castiel and counseled, "Being mated causes them to worry." Castiel's lack of reaction to that fact had Balthazar continuing, "But he was that way to begin with, wasn't he?" Castiel sighed heavily then nodded slightly.

Balthazar sighed heavily as well and pried again, "Then why did you do this to him? To yourself? Why, Castiel?" Castiel didn't response. He only stared at Dean, mentally searing Dean's image into his memory.

Balthazar threw up his hands again and accused harshly, "No good will come of this, Cassie! Mark my words. You know their lives are short. His shorter than most. You know what that does to bonded mates."

Castiel smirked sardonically, "You and I both know that is not a concern for me."

That comment gave Balthazar pause before he staunchly argued, "No one is calling for that, Castiel! No one! Not a single angel. Well, not the ones being brought back."

"No?" Castiel wondered doubtfully. "It really doesn't matter if they did or didn't, though. Does it?" He paused then admitted shamefully, "I blasphemed! I committed the worst kind of sin, in the worst possible way. There's NO way that I will not be severely punished then reeducated, if I survive." He turned and stared at Dean again.

Balthazar felt his eyes heat up slightly at the waves of sorrow coming from Castiel then concluded quite correctly, "You wanted your moment of happiness before . . ."

"Before I had nothing left," Castiel finished sadly. "Yes. Selfish, I know." Castiel scoffed with slight amusement as he predicted, "He will soon tell me I was as much of a dick as Zachariah and all the others." Castiel sighed again.

"And he will feel every bit of it," Balthazar informed him sternly. "You know the mated will feel it through their bond."

"No, he won't," Castiel promised firmly. "I will block it."

"There's no way to block all of it," Balthazar pointed out with frustration at his obstinate little brother.

Castiel continued to stare at Dean as he returned, "Yes, there is. He will break it when he wakes up." He then turned to stare down his friend. "He will break it because you will tell him what to do then you will take him to get it done."

"But that will . . . you will . . .," Balthazar sputtered disbelievingly then finally it all sunk in.

"Holy Father, you didn't tell him! Did you? You bonded to him, with him, and never let him . . . holy ring of fire. Castiel!" Balthazar literally became speechless as the enormity of the situation came to light for him. He groaned heavily with numerous feelings before demanding, "How in the hell do you keep getting yourself into these messes?"

He sat down of the bed and dropped his head into his hands, fighting the urge to pull his hair out. He glanced up quickly, stating adamantly, "I need a drink."

"Don't we all?" Gabriel agreed with sarcasm as he appeared in the motel room. With a finger snap, they all had a shot glass of some very finely aged whiskey. All three shot it down easily then Gabriel snapped them out of existence. He turned to look at Castiel again then did a double take. His eyes immediately shot over to the figure on the bed for confirmation.

All the while he questioned innocently at first but quickly changing in intent, "So what's the hold up? Everything resolved between you two? Or, three? Or . . . Holy crap, what the hell? Cassie? What the hell did you do, you . . ."

Balthazar acknowledged the questions with the demand quickly, "Round two. Now!"

Gabriel stared at both brothers, his eyes easily studying both of them in turn. After a moment, Gabriel snapped a bottle of similar whiskey into each of their hands, commenting wryly, "This is going to take a hell of a lot more than two, or two hundred even."

They all took very long drinks before Gabriel snickered with begrudging respect, "And he said there was nothing going on. He actually had me believing it, too. Damn, he is good."

"Yes, he is," Castiel acknowledged solemnly with such absolute certainty but filled with innuendo that the other two actually spew out what they were drinking.

"Oh, wow. TMI, Cassie," Balthazar objected strenuously with distasteful disgust.

"To say the least," Gabriel agreed then warned with easily faked brotherly concern. "Your charge is a definite bad influence on you."

"You are a worse one," Castiel argued firmly. "And are not half as amusing."

"True, and ow! You wound me, Cassie."

"Hardly," Castiel scoffed dismissively then all of their heads looked up at the summons.

"We have to go now, Castiel," Gabriel intoned solemnly then he turned to Balthazar and ordered, "Dean needs to be sent back to Bobby's immediately before Sam does something even more stupid."

"More stupid than what?" Balthazar wondered curiously.

Gabriel blinked for a moment. "You have to ask?" He huffed facetiously. "If you have to ask, you obviously don't know the family that well. Any stupider than normal, for them, 'ya idgit'?" Gabriel rolled his eyes at his clueless brother.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot he got his soul back," Balthazar reminisced vaguely. "Yeah, he was a little off the wall without it, the whole . . . yeah. And then with it, Ruby and Lilith . . ."

"I am ready," Castiel intoned solemnly after he chugged down the bottle, ignoring Balthazar's rambling. Gabriel nodded intently and acted like he was going with Castiel which caused Castiel to ask, "Are you escorting me?"

"No," Gabriel answered with a curious tone.

"Then why does it appear that you are going with me?" Castiel prodded curiously.

Gabriel flushed slightly then shrugged it off while Balthazar studied him intently. Castiel continued to wait for an answer and it soon became very apparent that he was not going to move without an answer. Gabriel finally blurted out self-consciously with another nonchalant shrug, "Just thought you might want some company."

Both angels continued to stared, waiting for a punch line.

"What?" Gabriel exclaimed impatiently, irritated that the staring hadn't stopped yet, and Castiel's stare was downright unnerving, even to him.

"Wondering what you are?" Balthazar wondered aloud.

"And what have you done with our brother?" Castiel added seriously.

Gabriel glared hard at them but they didn't budge so finally he threw up his hands in frustration. "Okay, fine. So, numb nuts over there reminded me of some big brother things and I just thought you might want some moral support or something. See if I . . ."

Castiel quickly closed the distance between them and place a hand on Gabriel's shoulder halting his tirade. Castiel stared him in the eye and stated gratefully, "I would very much like that. Thank you, Gabriel." Gabriel flushed slightly but smiled widely. They both nodded to Balthazar then both angels disappeared from the room, leaving Balthazar to take care of Dean.

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