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 – not this chapter), implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.

This chapter – See above warning!

Chapter 19 – The Bond Redux

Dean arched his neck back and moaned wantonly as Cass sucked yet another deep red mark on his neck. He missed this so much that he quite literally ached with desire. He arched up into his mate's firm body and loved how his mate pressed him firmly back into the mattress below him, still dominating him.

"Please," He whimpered brokenly, so very, very desperate to be one with his mate again. It had been so long. He didn't think he could wait any longer.

"Shhh," Cass hushed him as Cass claimed his lips and invaded Dean's mouth with his tongue. They kissed leisurely while their hips ground against each other in time. Their very hard erections pressed and slid against each other.

He groaned in disappointment that they were not yet one. He could feel his arousal building, but it was building too quickly. He wanted to make this last. He wanted to stay here with Cass and knew if he came . . . if he came . . .

Too late, he could feel himself cresting over the peaking wave of orgasm. He tried to hold back. He had to hold back to make it last but Cass . . . Cass was so . . .

"Dean. Dean! Wake up," Sam snapped loudly after the fourth very telling moan.

Dean's eyes flew open automatically and the nondescript motel room came into very while his eyes immediately found the source of the voice. Sam stared at him from behind the top of his laptop and, in the moment that their eyes met, Dean had to seriously fight the insanely driving urge to knock the crap out of his little brother. He actually growled menacingly which caused Sam's face to change to seriously bemused concern.

It all came crashing down on Dean that what he had just experience was one of the hottest sex dreams of his life, again. He gritted his teeth at the very painful pulse of his extremely hard erection held tightly in his boxers.

He then realized that this was about the fifth time in a row this week that he'd been this excited with no relief. He was developing a very serious case of blue balls. If only these dreams would stop coming to him, taunting him with things he could no longer have. Well, screw that!

Dean swiftly tossed off the covers and rushed to the bathroom because he had to have relief, like yesterday. He slammed the door behind him and quickly turned on the shower. He stripped as fast as he could while he heard Sam bang on the door.

"Damn it, Dean," Sam cursed loudly then warned hotly. "If you are throwing up again, we are leaving this hunt immediately. And don't try to use the shower to hide it or I will beat your ass before we leave. I am standing right by this door, listening to make sure."

Dean growled low over the frustration that was Sam then called out a warning over the shower as he stepped in, "I wouldn't listen too close if I were you, Sammy, unless you are trying to figure out what to do when you haven't had any in a while."

Dean sighed in pleasure at the warm water washing over him and could barely make out Sam's doubtful reply. "Yeah, right. I'm on to you, you know. You just say crap like that to make sure that I don't listen."

"Whatever," Dean yelled back as he soaped up his hands. "Suit yourself. Just don't blame me for your therapy bills."

Dean turned his back to the water and shut out all thoughts of his brother. He gripped his needy erection firmly and groaned at the sensitivity. He closed his eyes and remembered his dream while he slowly started working his cock. He saw Cass in his mind touching him, caressing him, sucking him.

In no time, he thrusted his hips into his fist while he swiped his thumb over his erection. He knew he would come this way but something was missing. Something that he really, really missed, more than he ever thought he would, and, yeah, it did creep him out a little but he really didn't care.

He leaned back against the shower's back wall, facing the door through the shower curtain. He raised a leg up on to the rim of the tub beneath him and reached his other hand behind him. He gently pushed a soapy finger into his entrance and that's all it took. His body clenched and exploded in one of the biggest orgasms he's had in a long time.

He clenched his jaw against the name that threatened to erupt forcefully from his mouth and groaned loud and long. He barely heard Sam's exclaim of disgust as his head fell back against the wall. His legs trembled so he slowly sunk down into the tub to rest a moment. He tried to concentrate on his breathing to calm his racing pulse and sighed with relief.

Overwhelming despair swiftly took over his every thought and he had to bite back a distraught sob. He missed his mate, his angel, his Cass so much it physically hurt and, yeah, it was weird to think of Cass that way but that's what he was now. He bowed his head as tears flowed from his eyes and he allowed himself a few minutes to fall apart before he had to put himself back together and continue with his life.

- SPN - SPN -

"He's ignoring me again!" Lucifer complained in an extremely loud, exasperated whine as he threw another fireball at the statue that was Castiel. Castiel erupted in flame but did not react at all. Michael moved his hand and the flame disappeared. "Mikey!"

"Don't call me that!" From where he sat, Michael tilted his head to the side and studied their Castiel statue then sighed heavily, "He's asleep on his feet again."

"For the billionth time, we don't sleep," Lucifer argued harshly and flew to stand right beside Castiel. He closely studied his younger brother and focused on the parted lips that moved slightly. He leaned forward but drew back quickly at the wanton moan. "Oh, great. He's doing it again."

"Another wet dream?" Michael clarified while he got up to check it out as well.

"Can we get into his mind? Maybe we can see his mate?" Lucifer questioned with some excitement.

"Don't you remember the last time you tried that?" Michael smirked with amusement. "You dented the wall he threw you into. Then he climbed on to his PMS train and ran over your ass. What am I saying? Yes, please, try it again, Lucy."

Lucifer glowered at him then they both focused on Cass as he shushed someone with a truly wicked grin. Lucifer grimaced with distaste and observed dryly, "Ugh. No big brother should have to watch his little brother look like that."

Castiel let out a heavy, lustful groan which caused both brothers to lean further back. Lucifer glanced down and crowed excitedly, "Oh, look. He's got one."

"Really, Lucy?" Michael bitched snarkly.

"What? He does," Lucifer argued staunchly.

"Seriously? Look, the fact that you actually looked alone is disturbing on so many levels that . . ."

"NO!" Castiel growled in a sudden, piercing shout and lashed out violently with his grace, throwing both brothers into the walls behind them. Castiel snarled and searched for a target for his rage. He stalked to Michael and attacked without another thought.

Lucifer crouched where he landed, staring hard at his brothers. He could tell that Castiel was going to win easily so he attacked Castiel. He knew from previous experience that once Castiel was done with Michael, he would be next.

- SPN - SPN -

"Damn it, Dean," Sam snarled, using his anger to hide his concern at his brother's obvious death wish. "What the hell? If your mind isn't in the hunt, we need to leave now because I am not going to bury again."

Dean glanced at Sam wearily while he dabbed at the cut on his forehead with his dirty sleeve. They were still in the current intended victim's house from which said victim had already ran screaming from. The succubus had escaped but not easily.

Dean had been a definite deterrent until she surprised him. He'd been thrown into another wall when he'd tried to stop her then she'd stabbed him in the shoulder, the shoulder that had also been dislocated during the same fight. He also had some bruised ribs which he wasn't going to mention since he'd get an even bigger bitch session for it.

"Don't you look at me like that," Sam bitched hotly. "You know you're off your game. You're making stupid mistakes. Now what the hell is going on? Are you sick again? Huh? Have you been throwing up and hiding it?"

"No, damn it," Dean answered honestly.

"Really?" Sam confirmed firmly.

"Really, Sam. I swear," Dean reassured him and he was actually, currently telling the truth. Yeah, he'd hid the vomiting thing from Sam and Bobby for another month after the last time he'd seen an angel. He'd really thought that he'd found the cure for this but eventually it did go away so it had probably been a really sucky virus.

"Then what is it?" Sam demanded irately but Dean wasn't about to answer that. No way in hell was he going to answer that because honestly there was no excuse for his distraction during a hunt. If his father was still alive, he would have skinned Dean alive for this stunt.

After all, how do you tell your little brother, 'oh, sorry, just remember how great it felt to have Cass sucking me off' or any number of other things that he and Cass did together and that he missed so much? Why in the hell he was suddenly so freakin' horny confused the hell out of him. The urges had gotten so bad that he'd actually been eyeing Cass's butt plug, the only reminder he had left of that time. It wasn't so much the plug itself but what Dean had wanted to do with it that really had him creeped out.

"Dean?" Sam called impatiently then snarled, "Did you just lose focus again? You did, didn't you? What in the hell is going on? Is it Cass?"

That snapped Dean back to the present and he bit out acidly, "No, it's not. And don't mention that name again. Damn it. Are you going to fix my shoulder or what? Because bitching at me ain't getting it done."

Sam growled in irritation but motioned for Dean to get into position. He snapped it back into place then stated firmly, "That's it. We are going back to the motel and you are sleeping. No more wet dreams, either. I am talking about real, actual sleep."

"Oh, hell, no," Dean argued firmly. "We are going after this bitch. We know where she's going and we are finishing this. Tonight. This bitch is going down."

"No, Dean. You are injured and distracted. We are going back to the hotel," Sam insisted and turned to leave, missing Dean's angry, flashing eyes.

Dean turned and hurried through the house then out the back door, knowing he didn't have much time before Sam caught up to him. He broke into a run as soon as he could and quickly reached the bitch's house. He snuck inside through the back door and swiftly moved to the bathroom where she stood staring in the mirror.

She smirked mockingly, "Well, look at all of the life energy coming out of you. You look simply delish. Did you come to offer yourself up to me? Wow. You are definitely dinner with a little dessert leftover." Her eyes narrowed in sudden confusion.

"In your dreams, bitch," Dean snarled menacingly as he aimed his gun. He shot her in the head with a silver bullet then started to exorcise her while she was stunned. He only got a few sentences in when she was on him.

Her mouth closed over his and he felt her pull, her sway, her attempt to make him hers. He felt his skin crawl and burn at her touch. Pain and pleasure conflicted inside him doing fierce battle, using his body as a battlefield since they were both supernatural in origin.

He felt his eyes close against his will, in spite of his painful fight, as she slowly walked him back to her bed. She pushed him down on it, keeping the kiss going the whole time. He felt her hands all over him and desperately wanted to burn away her touch because the burning pain under his skin wasn't nearly enough to erase the shuddering feeling. She reached his jeans and yanked them open forcefully, reminding him of Cass, which made him unwillingly hard.

She pulled up and smiled wickedly as she slipped her hand into his boxers and gripped his half hard erection. She leaned down and kissed him again while she pumped his dick and moaned as she sucked in some of his vibrant energy. She grinned against his lips when he suddenly arched violently under her and screamed in intense agony. He bucked hard and she fell to the side since she was totally unprepared for such a movement, confident that he'd completely fallen under her spell.

He growled in extreme ire and turned on her for daring to touch him in such a manner. He climbed on top of her and gripped her throat with all his strength as he rambled off a quick exorcism automatically. He barely managed to hold her down through it but was finally able to breathe out a sigh of relief after it was over.

As the creature under him contorted in its death throes, he relaxed his hands and allowed his body to slump. His eyes slid closed while the rest of him turned to jelly. He felt completely drained, so drained, in fact, that he didn't remember anything after that.

Sam slammed into the succubus's bedroom just in time to see his brother's body sag then fall forward onto the corpse under him. He rushed toward the bed, calling out to his brother, "Dean! Damn it, you stubborn son of a bitch. I swear when you wake up, I'm going to . . . argh! We are so having a talk when you wake up."

He flipped his brother over and quickly searched for new injuries. Not finding any, he sighed in relief then thought for a moment as he tried to figure out what to do now. He knew he had to get rid of the creature's remains and Dean, technically, was okay physically.

With a low, reluctant growl, he quickly did his job and eliminated the remains, along with questionable supernatural items. He then grabbed up his big brother in a fireman's carry. He frowned at the unexpected weight as well as the slight paunch at Dean's abdomen then shook it off. He made a mental note to talk to his brother about laying off the bacon cheeseburgers for a while.

- SPN - SPN -

Castiel crouched low in his corner of the box and snarled at his two brothers who thought that they were allowed to approach him. They were getting too close and he couldn't stand it. His skin crawled and his blood boiled. He was going out of his mind. He needed . . . he needed . . . oh, Father, he needed Dean so badly. He groaned and thrashed his head while his wings burst forth and spread out aggressively for the fifth time in the past day.

"Oh, Father," Michael groaned with dread, finally realizing what was going on.

"Is he . . ." Lucifer started hesitantly.

"Oh, yeah. He's definitely in heat?" Michael confirmed reluctantly as he slowly backed away from his severely, troubled brother.

"Oh, crap," Lucifer cursed lightly and followed Michael's example.

"Gabriel!" They both urgently yelled in unison, more than slightly panicked.

"Aw, come on, guys. I know you miss me but I have . . .," Gabriel trailed off as he observed their panicked expression and turned to see what was causing it. He grimaced as he viewed his sweating, panting, feral, little brother. He winced sympathetically when he also noticed Castiel's ruffled wings and their positioning.

"Uh, Cassie . . . um . . . that's a new look for you," Gabriel swallowed thickly. "I'm . . . I'm seriously not liking it." Castiel snarled and growled in irritation. His wings ruffled violently in warning. Gabriel backed up slightly and verified hesitantly, "Is that. . . Is he…?"

"Oh, yeah," Both brothers confirmed in unison.

"Oh, not good. So not good. How long?"

"He's been seriously touchy for a while now," Michael huffed irritably.

"And having wet dreams a lot," Lucifer added wickedly. "Getting a lot of boners."

"Ugh, Lucy! T.M.I," Both brothers growled out then heard Castiel whimper.

They all turned and saw Castiel's eyes searching the area rapidly for something but they didn't know what. Suddenly Castiel screeched in agony and fell forward to the floor, convulsing. He screamed and clawed at his skin while his bemused brothers stared on, not knowing how to help.

"Now what?" Gabriel exclaimed in exasperated, frustration which quickly turned into surprised anger. "Is that . . . Son of a bitch! He lied, damn it! The damn bastard. How could he . . . he tricked me. Damn it. Son of a bitch!"

Lucifer and Michael wondered what had Gabriel in such a blinding rage. They checked where he was staring then followed his eyes. Finally Michael saw it now that it was fully in force and highly active. It easily out shown the normal bond it had been hidden behind. He clarified hesitantly, "He's still bonded?"

"Which is why his heat is so bad," Gabriel snarled irately. "He can still feel his mate and knows he can't get to him so there is no relief, only constant, repeated build up."

"Wait, wait, wait," Lucifer interjected firmly. "Are you saying a human pulled one over on you? On you? The trickster? Seriously?" Gabriel glowered heatedly at him but Lucifer didn't pay any attention as he burst out laughing. "Oh, I so have to meet this mate of his."

"You won't like him," Gabriel predicted harshly.

"Him. He said, 'him'," Lucifer chortled hysterically. "Grooming. Now. Mikey."

"I don't think this . . ." Michael started hesitantly, still staring at Castiel and Gabriel.

"You lost. Now, pay up, Bitch," Lucifer growled hotly.

"Gabriel," Michael started but Gabriel instantly shut him down.

"Oh, no. You are so not getting me in the middle of this."

"No, Castiel . . ." Michael pointed out quickly and motioned then they all stared at the empty air that used to be Castiel.

"Oh, crap. Gotta go. Later, Mikey," Gabriel signed off and swiftly flew to Heaven to see what he was supposed to with this FUBAR'd mess that just kept getting messier, and messier.

- SPN - SPN -

Sam roughly plopped Dean down on his motel bed and commented breathlessly to his unconscious brother, "Whew! You so have to eat better, dude. Or start working off all that junk food you eat."

He straightened Dean's legs out and started to take off his boots when he heard it, the rustling sound of feathers. He turned and stared at a very pissed off archangel. He swallowed thickly and wondered what the hell Gabriel was doing here. He was also staring at Dean like he wanted Dean to die in a very painful way.

"He'd better have a damn good reason for being unconscious right now," Gabriel bit out in angry warning.

"Succubus," Sam offered irritably. "He decided he couldn't wait for me and went after her alone."

Gabriel's eyes widened immensely then he groaned in disgust, "No wonder . . . Oh, you have got to be kidding me! A succubus really? Really? Of all the stupid, rotten Winchester luck . . . Damage?"

"I think she feed off him some but mainly she tossed him around a lot because he couldn't keep his head in the hunt. I swear something is very off with him. He hasn't been the same since he got infected," Sam ranted harshly. "Speaking of, any luck finding the demon yet?"

Gabriel swiftly absorbed Sam information dump and answered ruefully, "Unfortunately, no. Keep getting other emergencies because of stupid ass brothers. Speaking of, gotta borrow yours again. Sorry." With that, Gabriel flew over and stood by Dean's bed.

Sam sputtered in protest, "But he's injured. He can't do anything. He doesn't know anything."

"Doesn't matter, Sammy," Gabriel replied sympathetically. "Be back soon. Well, relatively soon. Maybe, I hope . . ." With a snap, he and Dean were gone.

This time, Sam only cursed softly but secretly wondered if Dean had really been telling him the truth all these months. He thought carefully over Gabriel's expression throughout the conversation, especially at the end, as well as the information exchanged. He quickly concluded that it really didn't sound like Gabriel was using Dean the way Dean had explained. Either way, they were definitely having a very serious conversation when he got back.

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