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.

This chapter has it all. Those who are not that into graphic m/m sex might want to skip ahead to the next "SPN" line break.

Chapter 20 – The Heat

Dean's eyes popped open as he landed in a strange motel room and stared into Gabriel's fierce golden eyes. Dean staggered back unconsciously, feeling really off balance and confused both mentally and physically. He quickly scanned the area but his eyes halted on Castiel's prone figure, complete with trench coat, lying on the king size bed.

His eyes greedily devoured the angel while his mind assessed his angel's sweaty, feverish look. He growled slightly and demanded harshly, "What the hell did they do to him?"

Possessiveness liked he'd never know flared up inside of him, fueling the budding anger. He was torn between rushing over to his angel to check on him or knocking the crap out of the angel that had only used him as some sex toy then tossed him away. And, no, it wasn't the same as his one night stands because they weren't his friends, his compatriots.

To complicate things further, his ignorant body reacted instantly to the sight and smell of his angel, especially the smell. Castiel's intoxicating scent saturated the room's air. It filled his nose and fired his blood, despite his best efforts to the contrary. All of the pheromones emanating from his angel, signaling his mate's desire to . . . mate, attempted to take over his every thought.

His legs almost buckled at the overwhelming, initial scent wave that washed over him while his jeans tightened exponentially in the groin region, setting a new quickest time record for him. All his willpower became consumed in his attempt not to pant and whine like a bitch in heat but the intense instinct was there, worse than he'd ever remembered feeling it before. But he was still in control of his mind, barely, and his mind harshly reminded it of the fact that Castiel didn't want to be his mate anymore.

"They didn't do anything, Dean," Gabriel growled menacingly in return. "This is all you, you son of a bitch. How could you? In fact, come to think of it, how did you?"

"How did I what? What are you talking about?" Dean demanded defensively. "I haven't seen him in months."

"You know damn well what the hell I'm talking about?" Gabriel snarled irately and grabbed Dean's jacket as he slammed the human into the wall as he demanded again, "How did you . . .?"

Gabriel stilled instantly at the menacing snarl behind him and saw Dean's eyes widen in surprise. He knew what was coming next so he quickly let go of Dean and flew to the other side of the room, out of harm's way. He turned and saw Castiel now had his mate pinned against the wall but faced Gabriel and growled then gritted out threateningly, "Mine!"

Gabriel held up his hands in surrender and agreed wholeheartedly, "Fine by me so back off, Cujo. I'll leave you two to it. Dayenu." Castiel relaxed slightly at Gabriel's easy acquiesce, only to tense again at his mate's words.

"Wait," Dean snapped bitingly, determined not to be used that way again. It was hard enough getting over the past few times. He still didn't feel completely like himself. "Don't you dare leave me here, you dick. What the hell is going on anyway?"

"What's going on is that you tricked me and kept your bond. Now, Cassie's in heat and you're still his mate so . . . again, dayenu. Toodles," Gabriel explained with a great deal of satisfaction and amusement.

"Aw, hell, no," Dean argued stubbornly. "Get me the hell out of here." Castiel turned to him and glared menacingly with a low warning growl.

"Uh, no," Gabriel laughed at the absurd request. "You obviously wanted this because you didn't break it when you had the chance so now you, or, rather, Cassie here gets to reap the rewards of the bonded."

"No," Dean argued again hoarsely then swallowed hard when Castiel moved in closer, holding Dean flush against the wall. "No. You can't do this to me. Not again," he slowly trailed off with a whimper as his treacherous body worked against his own mind.

He could feel Cass, hard and throbbing, against his thigh. He almost came at that realization and feeling alone. It has been so very long, in his mind and according to his body, since they had been together.

He slammed his head back against the wall to distract his mind from going down that path. He felt Cass leaned down into his neck and his will started to weaken. He felt Cass inhale his scent and knew he soon would be lost as his skin tingled in pleasured response. His demanding groin ached in the now extremely tight confinement of his jeans.

Being a Winchester through and through, he stubbornly fought back, throwing all his strength and effort into one last bid for freedom. He only managed to get a foot away from the wall before he was slammed back into it, face first. He barely turned his face in time. In the back of his mind, he heard the rustle of feathers and knew that Gabriel had left him alone, the bastard.

Cass immediately pressed his whole body firmly against Dean's and Dean felt flesh touching flesh. He groaned at the knowledge that he'd lost his clothes and Cass's were gone, too. Stupid angel mojo. At that point, all his resistance left him and he surrendered to the instinctual drive of their mating bond.

His hardened erection pressed back into his abdomen as Cass leaned in more firmly against him, sandwiching him tightly between his angel and the motel wall. He felt Cass's breath on the back of his neck and shivered helplessly. Then, with one harshly spoken word, Cass melted every rational thought in Dean's mind. He whispered possessively in his ear with that hoarse, sexy whisper, "Mine."

Cass gripped Dean's short hair and yanked his head back in a complete dominating gesture, leaving Dean no doubt as to who was really in charge here. He bit down firmly on Dean's neck right over the pulse point, marking his mate again after whatever skank had the audacity to touch something that his. Cass's nostrils flared angrily at the sickly coying scent that remained on his mate's skin, contaminating Dean. He easily used his grace to eliminate it.

Dean felt his legs buckle as a needy whimper escaped him at Castiel's forceful domination. Warmth flowed over him at the feel of his mate's grace washing over him. He sighed in relaxed contentment then felt slick fingers slid down his back and into the crack in his ass. They gently circled his entrance teasingly, spreading Cass's heavenly oil over his tightly puckered ring of muscles.

At the same time, he sensed feather light touches all over his body. They ghosted over his back, his shoulders, and encircled his torso, floating over his arms. They left behind his angel's scent oil everywhere they touched and soon his body glistened with it. He mewled lowly at the overwhelmingly sweet sensations then moaned desperately as an oily finger slid into his tight ass.

"Cass," Dean moaned huskily, fighting the intense emotions that surged up inside him. He almost hated how easily Cass made him this horny, especially this quickly, but that didn't stop him from bucking his hips back onto the two fingers that were now inside of him. He was so ready to cum already that it wasn't even funny, especially after weeks of wet dreams like this and no real relief. No matter what anybody said, doing it for yourself by yourself never compared to the real experience.

"Mine. All. Mine," Cass panted breathlessly against his throat in between needy moans of pleasure. "Tight. So. Tight. Too. Tight."

Dean sensed that Castiel was too far gone to say much more than single syllable words. The really bad thing was that Dean wasn't too far behind him. Cass and his wings were driving him crazy with unfulfilled need. He felt so empty. He needed more, much more, than just fingers. Dean pushed his hips back firmly in response while he rambled out in breathless pants, "Do it, Cass. Fuck. Just fuck me already. So freakin' horny. Please. Just fuck . . ."

Fingers yanked out of his ass so fast that it had almost burned but Dean didn't care. He was at the point where he practically welcomed it. He felt the blunt end of Cass's large cock head press against his puckered muscle, demanding entrance, and then Cass placed a very firm hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean knew what was coming and tried to relax his body, especially his inadequately stretched channel, but it happened too soon to compensate for it.

In one surging motion, Cass pushed Dean down on his cock while Cass thrusted his hips forward. That hard, thick cock ripped through Dean's tight channel, spreading him wide open on the way, until Cass was almost all the way inside him. Dean felt like he'd been split in half by Cass's cock as deep, throbbing pain warred with pleasured relief that he finally had what he'd been craving for so long. He would wonder later why being ripped opened like that only made him hornier.

Cass pulled back and repeated the motion once more then bottomed out inside Dean who trembled and panted against the wall. Castiel trembled with unsuppressed desire as he paused his movements to give Dean some time to adjust. Less than a breath later, Dean slowly relaxed and moaned wantonly, feeling the beneficial effects of Cass's oil inside of him.

Cass moaned at the delicious sensations of Dean's tight channel rippling and clenching around him in reactionary spasms. He leaned forward and yanked Dean's head back by the short hair again. This time, though, he sought out Dean's lush lips. His tongue quickly swept into Dean's mouth as his hips slid back and thrusted up into his mate again. He groaned with heated desire as he swallowed Dean's mewl of wanton pleasure.

Cass set a quick rhythm after finding Dean's secret spot on his second full thrust. He kissed his way down Dean's neck, listening to Dean's very responsive, needy moans and mewls. His hot mouth paused over Dean's sensitive ear and he rasped into it again, in time with his deep, powerful thrusts, "Mine. My. Mate. My. Bitch. All. Mind. Come, Dean. Come for me. Bitch. Now."

Cass slammed his cock hard against Dean's prostrate at the last word and Dean's eyes rolled back in his head while his overly full cock painted the wall with his cum. Dean let out a shout of ecstasy then moaned and whimpered helplessly at the enormity of his long overdue Cass induced orgasm. He felt his strength leave him and soon all that was holding him up was Cass's massive cock in his spasming ass which only made him clenched even tighter around the huge, pleasure-giving organ.

He sagged wearily against Cass and felt Cass wrap his arms securely around Dean's torso to hold him up while Cass rocked inside Dean incessantly, searching for his own completion. Dean suddenly felt that huge cock inside him grow even larger in width and whimpered as the growth caused it to rub over his extra sensitive prostrate. Castiel moved once more and Dean yelped at the sudden stretch of his channel to allow for Castiel's extra girth.

"Oh, fuck," Castiel cursed in a low groan as his first orgasmic wave overwhelmed him. He felt himself completely knot with his mate while his well-pleasured cock coated Dean's insides once again after so long. He growled in feral pleasure at reclaiming his territory then bit down slightly on Dean's neck again, adding yet another mark to his mate.

Dean moaned wantonly, loving the feel of Castiel marking him inside and out simultaneously. He rolled his neck to allow complete access, signaling complete submission to his mate, sighed with weary contentment, "Cass."

He felt Cass smile slightly against his neck then return with an easy rasp, "Dean. Missed you so much."

Dean smiled in response to the pleasure pulsing through him at that disclosure and felt himself tighten slightly inside his channel, around the extra-large knot. He whimpered at the slight pain that it caused his slightly sore ass then wiggled slightly to get a better angle but that only increased the light burn. He attempted to lift off, thinking to reposition himself, but that movement felt like his insides were being ripped opened.

"Stop, Dean," Castiel ordered softly. "You'll hurt yourself. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Dean snapped incredulously with frustrated amusement. "Are you kidding me? What's wrong is that I have a King Kong size dick shoved deep inside my ass and it's still growing. Kinda hurts, dude."

"You didn't let me prep you well enough," Castiel chastised lightly then glanced back over his shoulder to where the bed was and then back at where they were. He sighed regretfully and explained ruefully, "This probably would be better, easier on you, if we were lying down but I cannot pull out now or it really will damage you."

Dean glanced around Castiel to where the bed was as well and Cass allowed it the motion, leaning his upper body slightly out of the way. Dean wondered curiously, "Can't you just poof us over there?"

"Not while we are tied. That could damage you as well," Cass informed him seriously then tried to hide his sudden smile at a very devious idea he had.

"Oh, I so don't like that look," Dean worried aloud with absolute honesty.

Castiel arched his eyebrows and suggested innocently but with a decidedly wicked smile, "Well, you could try to walk, or, maybe, crawl over there, just like . . ."

"Oh, hell, no," Dean exclaimed with excessive embarrassment. He flushed hotly, knowing that he would have the bitch position to do that and he so wasn't going there. Aw, hell, he knew he was the bitch in this relationship, he reluctantly admitted but only to himself.

"Do you really want to stand for the next thirty minutes or so?" Cass questioned with his usual calm logic.

"No, but . . ." Dean faltered helplessly, still blushing furiously.

Cass really wanted to tell Dean that he was already blushing like a 'female' mate and Dean obviously didn't have a problem accepting his submissive role when they were having sex so he really didn't see what the problem was. But he knew well enough that if he pointed any of that out, his mate would, as they said, come 'unglued'. So, instead, he sighed heavily and decided to distract Dean, knowing that he could get what he wanted if he just made Dean horny enough which would happen soon enough anyway.

Unfortunately, his mate was too attuned to him because Dean asked with sudden curiosity, "Exactly how long does this heat thing of yours last?"

Castiel evaded the question with a deep, consuming kiss that his mate allowed and returned easily. He saw no reason in letting Dean know that this could go on for days, weeks even. That would create unnecessary panic and waste energy that could be put to much more productive, pleasurable uses. It was a much better idea to relax and enjoy it while it lasted. Right?

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"I've changed my mind."

Michael rolled his eyes in exasperation at the vague announcement and snarked rhetorical, "What? No, wait, let me guess. You want to redo the bedroom in puce with a fuchsia trim to go for that feng shui feel."

"Oh, gross," Lucifer grimaced in horrible distaste. "Do you have any idea how badly that would clash?"

Michael stared at him nonplussed for a moment from where he sat next to him against one of the walls then shook himself and insulted derisively, "It's so extremely disturbing to me that you even know that! Father. I cannot believe we are even related."

"Oh, stick it, O arrogant one. That's not what I was talking about, assbutt," Lucifer sneered meaningfully. Michael stiffened at the intentional sneer and memory but Lucifer continued, "I meant that I changed my mind. You aren't Father's favorite. Cassie is. Obviously."

Michael paused for a second, taken by surprise because of the subject matter, and blinked then demanded irritably, "What in Heaven are you talking about?"

"Well, technically, we are so far from Heaven that's it's not even funny, but think about," Lucifer prodded stubbornly. "I mean, Father brought Cassie back, not once, but twice and He let Cassie out of prison after only a couple of months whereas you, who prayed to Him repeatedly and were disturbingly obedient to, are still here, with me. Think about that. Assbut."

Michael glowered hotly at the taunt, vividly remembering the holy fire said younger brother doused him with. He remembered it every time someone, namely Lucifer, called him that. The more that he thought about it, the harder he stared at the space that used to contain his treacherous younger brother.

Lucifer allowed a very small smile to appear on his face. He knew that he'd captured Michael's interest so he leaned back to wait for the next piece to fall into play. He didn't have long to wait, either.

Michael fixed him with a deadly, serious look and wondered uneasily, "What exactly are you suggesting, Luce?"

"Only that we are owed some serious payback. After all, we would not be here right now, if it wasn't for a certain 'goody two-shoes' who interfered with the master plan, repeatedly," Lucifer confided conspiratorially.

"I'm listening," Michael commented emotionlessly, not giving any indication either way, but then he didn't have to.

Lucifer smiled wider at this new development while inwardly he cackled with wicked glee. He instantly began to plot with his older brother. They finally had a common enemy. This was so much better than fighting each other as they mapped out all foreseeable outcomes of their plans.

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Sam angrily paced the motel room and ran a hand through his shaggy hair as he did it, a sure sign of his excessive frustration. He wanted to know what was going on with his brother and he wanted to know yesterday. He was so sick of this angel secrecy crap that he finally exploded, "Gabriel!"

"Hello. I'm right here. No need to yell," Gabriel stated in a very loud voice directly behind Sam.

Sam jumped in surprised and cursed loudly, "Son of a . . ."

"I wouldn't finish that if I were you," Gabriel warned forcefully with all the power inherit to an archangel. Sam quickly shut his mouth at the warning, more than a little disturbed by the abrupt change in trickster's demeanor.

Of course, Gabriel didn't give him much of a chance to get used to it as he quickly switched back to his usual persona, "Miss me that much, Sammy? Aw, and I thought you didn't like me. I'm touched. Really. We should do coffee some time. How's Friday?"

"Oh, you're touched alright," Sam snarked under his breath. "Not in this lifetime."

"Pardon, mon ami?" Gabriel queried in a horrible French accent.

Sam made a brief dismissive gesture and demanded harshly, "Where the hell is Dean?" Gabriel paused and pursed his lips thoughtfully which quickly used up all of Sam's limited patience. Sam warned threateningly, "What the hell? Answer the damn question before I break out the holy oil."

"Sammy, oil already? I didn't think you swung that way but I have to give you fair warning. I, at least, need dinner and drinks first," Gabriel teased coquettishly.

Sam's powder keg expression had Gabriel relenting slightly, "I was just trying to figure out if the expression applied."

"What the hell does that mean?" Sam spat out suspiciously, mentally reviewing his questions in an attempt to figure out what the freakin' confusion was.

"Well, see, that's just it," Gabriel drawled out with relish, really enjoying what he was about to do. "I'm not sure that Hell actually applies but it might from your idiotic brother's point of view."

He saw that Sam was about to question that so he quickly drew in a deep breath than sped through his very trickster explanation, "See, your, oh, so butch bro, Chachi, who was definitely groped by a nerd angel, repeatedly, received a highly personalized invite to private viewing of 'Angels Gone Wild' which very quickly turned into 'When Angels Go Bad' then completely devolved into 'Man vs. Wild'. At which point, I'm sure that he got 'Tangled' up so I quickly voted myself off of the island, giving up the sole 'Survivor' title to whoever is left after the 'Battle of the Sexes'. By now, they might have gone as far as 'Jersey Shore' but, hey, at least, Snooki is better than 'Walking Dead', right? Even if she is preggers. I'm thinking Crowley on that one."

He paused for a breath and took in Sam's glazed over with a mentally stunned look from the information overload and smirked with amusement. He took advantage of the obvious confusion and finally asked after the quick recitation, "Anywho, I'm on a mission now for the angel formally known as god, formerly known as little bro angel, Castiel, and is currently known only as Matey. So where's the succubus?"

Sam desperately tried to keep up but was getting very confused and bogged down with all the pop culture references. He had a very hard time trying to figure out how some of them related. He did, however, completely understand the last question and replied abstractedly, "I disposed of it."

"Come again?" Gabriel blinked then prodded uncertainly, "What do you mean 'disposed of it'? Didn't it just vanish when you exorcised it like they always do?"

Sam shook himself at the question then clarified briskly, "No, no, it was like a decaying skeleton after the exorcism so I salted and burned the remains, just in case. There wasn't much in the way of disposal in any of the research I did."

"Of course there isn't," Gabriel sneered arrogantly, "because there isn't a known exorcism that will actually kill them unless you are an angel. Wait a minute. Where is the exorcism and who exorcised it?"

"Here's the exorcism," Sam offered as he walked over to the motel table and pulled a paper off of it. He handed it to Gabriel, relating, "Dean exorcised it before I got there."

Gabriel quickly scanned the paper and nodded with a grimace. He verified, "Yeah, this will only give it severe heartburn which will send it away."

"Then how did Dean exorcise it?" Sam wondered with a puzzled expression.

Gabriel thought for a moment and realized that the bond must work both ways so Dean probably unknowingly got the exorcism from Castiel's mind. He sighed and wondered what his Father thought of all this. He glanced at Sam who was waiting for an answer then ordered vaguely, "I have to see where it was living. Take me there."

"Okay," Sam agreed distractedly, only because he was anxious to get answers. He grabbed the Impala's keys and headed out. As he opened the door, he stopped abruptly as he had a moment of clarity then swung around and exclaimed in disbelief, "Wait a minute! You abandoned Dean in an area where angels were doing some crazy battle royale survivor crap!"

"Oh, relax. He'd be fine," Gabriel counseled nonchalantly then allowed with less confidence. "Maybe."

"Go get him now!" Sam ordered harshly.

Gabriel instantly assessed Sam and informed him easily, "Look, bucko, either you help me with this then I bring him back or . . . he's on his own for all eternity."

"I help you and you immediately go get him. Bring him back to me. Unharmed, right?" Sam clarified hesitantly.

"Yes," Gabriel easily agreed then paused and verified, "Unharmed? What if he's just a little harmed?"

"Not. A. Scratch," Sam enunciated with slow menace.

Gabriel cringed slightly, remembering the scene he'd recently left and muttered under his breath, "Scratches might be a problem." He shook himself and agreed, with his wings crossed, "Yes, unharmed. Oh, yeah, just out of curiosity, what if he doesn't want to leave?"

"Yeah, right. You're hilarious." Sam rolled his eyes and snarked dryly as he turned his back to leave, "You really need to work on your jokes. They're not even close to being amusing anymore."

Sam left the room while Gabriel stared after him with a very wicked smile. "Sammy, my boy, you have NO idea! This definitely will be hilarious."

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