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.

Chapter 22 – The Set Up

Dean shot up from the bed with an irate roar at the painful shock coursing through his body again. His narrowed eyes instantly found the responsible party, an annoying archangel, currently in the form of an even more annoying trickster. He growled menacingly, "Gabriel. Don't do that, asshat!"

Dean winced slightly at the painful electric current's residual pulse and some very sore points of his anatomy while he quickly scanned the room, missing the comforting warmth he was expecting to be beside him. He rubbed soothingly over his scar that he got from Castiel and demanded hotly, "Why do you always touch me there lately?"

"Wakes you up fast enough," Gabriel answered dismissively.

"By electrocution," Dean gritted out while he carefully sat up and wrapped the sheet around him. He barely hid his grimace in time at the pain and discomfort that resulted again from the position change. He demanded firmly, "He get called back?"

"Whatever works, and, yes," Gabriel answered solemnly. "Wasn't supposed to be out in the first place, actually, but somehow he managed to 'Great Escape'd the box. Even Sean Connery would have been impressed. I'm sure Luci was, too."

Dean frowned slightly as he shifted and swung his legs over the side of the bed, knowing he couldn't sleep anymore if Gabriel was anywhere near him. "How long have I been here?"

"About four days," Gabriel responded easily. "Of course, your Sammy is going out of his mind but I've sent him over to Bobby's for the moment. That way he has someone to drive nuts as well."

"Four days," Dean repeated in weary amazement then frowned in concern. "Isn't that short for what was going on?"

"Yeah, very," Gabriel answered vaguely.

"So he's not over it but got sent back anyway," Dean bit out harshly as he slowly stood up. "Every time I think something good about that Father of yours, He does something like this to counter it. And save the 'mysterious ways' crap for a more believing audience."

It took all of his iron willed control not to moan and groan at the movement of the butt plug that Castiel once again inserted in him. Not to misunderstand, Dean quite honestly understood and appreciated the reasons that Castiel had for doing this but he was so very, very sore after the previous sexual marathon and whenever he moved the plug rubbed against that special spot inside him. Part of him wanted to rip it out to stop the discomforting pain but the other wanted . . . well, hell, he really wanted Castiel, again, which brought him back to his questions.

"What? It wasn't enough punishment being in there with his dick brothers to begin with? He also has to go through this in front of them?" Dean gritted out harshly.

"Actually, this will help him deal with them much better since it 'Roids' him up," Gabriel countered honestly. "Gives him plenty of excess power to fight back. Last time I checked they were cringing in a corner, like a couple of little sissy girls. It's hilarious."

"Good for him," Dean cheered with a little emotion.

"No, the thing he has to worry about with them is the freakin' neon blinking ring you kept on his finger," Gabriel growled slightly, intentionally allowing a small bit of his built up steam to escape.

"Hey," Dean objected firmly. "It's not my fault that he 'Kim Kardashian'd me in his mind then in real life. I had nothing to do with that. Well, except for being just that hot, if not more so."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and insulted easily, "Oh, please. Even I can see the cheeseburgers sticking to you from here. What's a matter? Losing your figure now that 'Major Dad' is gone. Or, is this the ten plus pounds that all married couples gain."

"Screw you, chuckles," Dean snarled as that sensitive trigger was hit once again, only this time it really pissed him off. "How the hell did the Bobbsey twins find out about anyway? Did you go all 'Perez Hilton' on us?"

"In your dreams, big boy," Gabriel sneered irritably. "I know I mentioned that our mating bonds are easily seen by other angels. In fact, they are a lot more obvious than your race's wedding rings."

Dean blinked at that information then countered easily, "So, he can just tell them that he found this awesome angel chick and . . . "

"No, he can't," Gabriel growled at the ignorance of the man in front of him. "He can't because they can tell he's mated to a human."

"How . . ."

"It shines differently because there isn't a sharing of grace," Gabriel continued irately, ignoring Dean's attempt at interrupting. He stalked forward, encouraging Dean to back up as he advanced. "It's a grace-soul bond. Different energies equal different bonds."

"So, he can . . ."

"They know it's with a man which is the only reason they haven't killed him straight out because, in case it's escaped that huge black hole that you call a brain, it is forbidden for us to bond with humans and has been since The Flood," Gabriel finished angrily, walking him back into a wall.

"What?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes in exasperation and sneered insultingly, "Are you seriously that clueless in Biblical mythology? It's a wonder that you're still alive, especially being a hunter and all."

"Fuck," Dean cursed softly as his brain started working. It really shouldn't be his fault that four days of major mind-blowing sex made it hard from him to automatically recall all the mythos that had been crammed into his brain since he was four. Stupid, arrogant, dick archangel. "Nephilim."

"And we have brain power," Gabriel mocked tauntingly. "Thank the 'Electric Company'."

Dean snarled irately at him, having lost all his patience for the angel before him, "Shove it, short bus. That's not even remotely an issue here."

"True," Gabriel agreed readily, "which is why Cassie will only be teased mercilessly, on top of the torture already planned for him. Now you are going to tell me why you didn't take care of this while you could."

"The hell I am. It's none of your damn business, Dopey," Dean growled out and surprised Gabriel with a hard shove. He moved away from the way and around the slightly off balanced angel, growling as he passed, "I'm going to take a shower and getting dressed then you can drop me off with Sammy."

"Oh, I can, can I?" Gabriel taunted meaningfully as Dean walked by. "I wonder what little Sammy will have to say about all those hickies and scratches on your flabbing out body."

"Clothes hide all that," Dean dismissed vaguely while he continued around the bed towards the shower. He was determined not to let this asshat get him riled up, mainly, because he was way too tired for it. He wondered how much sleep he'd actually gotten because it only felt like a few minutes. "And bite me, dickhead."

"And have Cassie on my case. I don't think so. Besides, who said anything about clothes, Deano?" Gabriel continued taunting slow but with deep warning. "You really should learn to be nicer to the angels who don't wear trench coats and aren't mated to you."

Dean groaned in dread at the sound of fingers snapping. He barely blinked his eyes but when he opened them he was in the middle of Bobby's study with Sam and Bobby staring at him in shocked surprise. He tore out of the room, running as fast as he could up the stairs using his hands to cover up what private parts he could. He tried to ignore the massive amount of cool air caressing his bare skin as well as the discomfort in the nether regions of his body from previously mentioned problems.

"Gabriel, you freakin' bag of dicks, I'm so going to fry your ass in holy oil as soon as I get dressed! Freakin' asshat!" He cursed all the way up the stairs and ended at the slam of the bathroom door. He locked it as soon as he possibly could, ignoring the knowledge that it wouldn't keep the angel out if it really wanted to be there inside with him.

Downstairs, Gabriel materialized into the study, laughing hysterically, while Sam growled irritably, "And I'm going to help him, you big asswipe."

"What?" Gabriel chuckled then wondered with apparent surprised amusement, "Why? I thought you wanted him back."

"Yeah, but now, I have to gouge my eyes out. And there's not enough brain bleach in the world," Sam snapped out while Bobby made a noise of agreement behind him. "You could have, at least, put a towel or something around him. I so never need to see that! Ever!"

"Amen to that," Bobby agreed wholeheartedly.

"But how else would you know that he was unharmed?" Gabriel adlibbed easily. "Face it, I saved you the trouble of checking the stubborn jackass out."

"If he was unharmed, what the hell were all those bruises and scratches all over him?" Bobby questioned curiously.

Gabriel smiled wickedly and snapped his fingers while he called out, "That would be a question for him, now wouldn't it?" Gabriel disappeared as they heard the shower turn on above them, amidst the slamming of things above. It was extremely obvious that Gabriel had gotten under Dean's toughened skin.

- SPN - SPN -

Dean was starving by the time he finished his long, relaxing shower. He'd let the hot water sooth his sore, tight muscles until the water had turned tepid then he'd quickly washed thoroughly, remembering the last time he hadn't and the archangel was around. He turned off the water and got out of the shower then dried off quickly. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to Castiel when he found his clothes inside the bathroom, waiting for him.

He swiftly cleaned up after himself and stashed his stuff in Bobby's guest room where his duffle was already waiting on him. Thank you, Sammy. He glanced longingly at the bed but knew that food was a priority right now. He didn't remember eating anything while he was with Castiel but he was sure that his angel feed him somehow, and he wasn't just thinking about the protein . . . uh, yeah, he needed to go eat some real food now.

He made his way downstairs and ignored Sam's call from the study in favor of getting some food. He entered Bobby's kitchen and called out, "Hey, Bobby, you got anything to eat."

He opened the fridge and grabbed a ginger ale. Thankfully, Bobby had noticed his preference for that lately and kept it stocked. He popped his drink open then took a very long drink, suddenly realizing how very thirsty he was. He heard the others getting up to head into talk to him. He was glad that he'd made sure that all the marks on his neck were well covered by his collared shirt.

Bobby called back, "Only sandwich stuff, I think."

Dean shrugged, ready to eat just about anything, and then caught a whiff of something mouthwatering. Following his nose, he headed to the oven and opened it up. He eyed the very large deep dish Chicago style supreme pizza and glanced over his shoulder at the men then asked, "So is this for supper or something?"

Bobby's eyes opened widely then narrowed slightly and insisted suspiciously, "I've no idea where that came from."

Dean smirked then claimed eagerly, "If it's free game, it's mine." He quickly grabbed it out with some pot holders and put it on the table before grabbing some plates and adding, "But since I like you both so much, I'm willing to share."

"Don't let your lover hear you say that, big boy," Gabriel warned with unrestrained amusement. Dean growled irritably and swung around but the room spun around him and he ended up falling back into his chair. Dean flinched at the jarring of the sorest part of his body while Gabriel laughed it up, "Yeah, you really should know by now that lack of nutrition and sudden movements just don't mix, Deano."

"Oh, shut the hell up," Dean growled automatically but acknowledged the truth of Gabriel's advice. He sighed heavily and demanded, "Was I even feed?"

"I don't know. I was a bit focused on other things at the time," Gabriel taunted wickedly. "Did you swallow any of the protein shots you were given?"

Dean growled irritably and was secretly very glad that his flushed angry face matched his flushed embarrassed face. He warned the angel hotly, "Keep your trap shut or I will stab you in your face and I do still have an archangel sword."

"Now, now, temper, temper," Gabriel consoled mockingly. "After all, I was only answering your question."

"Uh, Dean," Sam started but Dean ignored him and grabbed a piece of pizza while his stomach growled loudly.

"Hungry, Sam," Dean evaded irritably. He turned his attention back to Gabriel and inquired hotly, "Why the hell are you here?"

Gabriel cocked his head and sniffed the air while answering honestly, "Thought there would be a hell of a show but obviously I once again totally overestimated the company involved. Guess I'll have to step it up a few notches." Dean swallowed thickly at the barely disguised threat, considering the angel was implying that earlier was Bush League move.

"So you've been with some woman having sex this whole time that I've been worried sick about you? And you couldn't even take a second out of the past four days to call?" Sam grilled harshly with barely restrained outrage.

Gabriel smiled widely and pulled out a chair while poofing in a bucket of popcorn and gummy bears. He took a bite then frowned and asked hopefully, "Got any Tabasco?" Everyone looked at him in stunned amazement to which he shrugged and dismissed vaguely, "Never mind." He poofed some Tabasco into his hand and poured it over his popcorn and gummy bears before he got rid of the Tabasco. He glanced at the men then urged eagerly, "Oh, don't mind me. Continue. The question's to you, Deano."

"Bite me, chuckles," Dean growled irritably.

"Been there, done that," Gabriel deflected easily before adding, "less than an hour before we showed up here, if I remember correctly. And how many times before that? I lost count."

"You know what, Gabe . . .," Dean started irately with a mouth full of pizza that he was trying desperately to inhale because he was so hungry.

"Oh my God!" Sam exclaimed incredulously then exploded with a serious case of mouth diarrhea again in an attempt to ignore the feelings resulting from this revelation. "You and Gabriel? Seriously? I mean I know that you would do anything with anything, contrary to your homophobic tendencies. But the Trickster? Seriously? An archangel? You'd better make sure never to make him angry."

"What the . . .? Oh, hell, no!" Dean exclaimed with excessive heat. "And I am so totally not gay!"

"What he said! Which for him is a . . . besides, he won't bottom and I only top!" Gabriel denied hotly. "I'm a freakin' archangel, for Father's sake."

"Oh, yeah, then how do you know that, Gabriel? That Dean will only bottom. Obviously something has come up at some time," Sam countered smugly while Dean shouted angrily.

"What the hell? Gabriel, shut the hell up! You are so not helping a damn thing. Why the hell are you even here, besides to yank my chain?" Dean demanded irately, so tired of having said chain yanked so much, especially after Castiel. Honestly, though, he was tired in general, just like he always was after his sessions with Castiel. He grabbed another piece of pizza and continued to eat while he tried to keep up with the conversation around him.

"Well, you know how much I just love to yank you around, big boy," Gabriel taunted playfully, loving the heavy innuendo he added to everything just to mess with Dean even more. "Isn't that enough? I know I get my rocks off that way."

"Oh, gross," Sam commented with extreme disgust while Dean couldn't hold back anymore. Dean sucker punched Gabriel in the face but ended up only hurting his own hand. He gave out a sharp yelp and gripped his hand hard instinctively to minimize the pain while Sam rolled his eyes and recounted irritably, "How many times are you going to break your hand on angels' faces before you start thinking first and punching later, you moron?"

Dean glared icily at the two irritating brothers then went back to eating with his other hand. Unfortunately, he couldn't eat and drink at the same time now but he didn't care. What was done was done and he was still very hungry.

Bobby finally chose to enter the conversation reluctantly and asked seriously, "So where you with this person the whole time, Dean?"

"No," Dean bit out bitterly. "I wouldn't have been with him at all if I could help it. Speaking of . . .," Dean trailed off in sudden inspiration, wondering why he hadn't thought of it before now.

"Don't, Deano," Gabriel growled in warning. "You can't afford to lose any blood right now, besides you know that I can, and will, mentally keep you bound without lifting a single finger against you."

"What? What's he trying to do?" Sam demanded irritably.

"A blood spell to send me away," Gabriel gritted out irately to Sam then turned back to Dean and clarified harshly, "Just because you are misinterpreting things yet again don't take it out on moi. He wasn't talking about me, knucklehead. He was talking in general. Besides, you know what to do to get rid of me, Deano."

Dean glowered at the archangel while he chewed then snapped out obstinately, "And you know my answer. It's still, 'NO!', and it isn't going to change any time soon."

"Two peas in a freakin' pod," Gabriel bit out angrily. "Fine, but this is far from over." With a snap, he disappeared from the room and Dean huffed out a heavy sigh then ran a hand over his face in tired exasperation.

Dean's hand paused over his face as he leaned forward to rest his elbow on the table. He closed his eyes for a second as he tried to calm down then he sighed wearily again. He sensed that the food that he'd eaten had worked its way through his body while sudden contentment followed quickly through his body. In no time, he felt himself drift off, unable to muster any kind of energy to stop himself.

"Uh, Sam," Bobby started hesitantly as both he and Sam stared at Dean's hidden head.

Sam shrugged slightly in response to Bobby's questioning voice then called out softly, "Dean?"

Seconds later, they heard the soft snore coming from the slumbering man. Sam sighed in exasperated frustration at the constant lack of solid answers and quickly moved as Dean's head started falling forward. Sam got there in time to keep Dean from actually face planting on the table. He glanced over at Bobby who had also gotten up and suggested hesitantly, "Couch?"

Bobby nodded in agreement and they both took an end then moved Dean on to the couch in the study. They carefully laid him down then Bobby went to grab a blanket while Sam placed a pillow behind Dean's head. Bobby came back in when Sam straightened from his previous chore. Bobby gently covered Dean with the blanket then turned to look at his slumbering adopted son. He frowned at the eyes that were still slightly open but then they slowly closed and he shook his head, unnerved by the sense that Dean's eyes especially were giving him.

Both Sam and Bobby had regained their seats in the study and sat studying Dean's slumbering figure. Sam finally turned to Bobby and demanded irritably, "Just what the hell is going on with him, Bobby?"

Bobby sighed heavily and admitted reluctantly, "I wish I know, Sam. I wish I knew."

- SPN - SPN -

"It is so NOT fair! I want a freakin' conjugal visit, too, and I've been in here a hell of a lot longer than baby brother so I have a lot more built up," Lucifer complained in an exceptionally loud whine.

Michael rolled his eyes in exasperation and snarked wryly, "You'd have to have an actual partner for that, that wasn't your right hand, and there's no one stupid enough to go there with you, Luci."

"Now that's just rude," Lucifer exclaimed. "I have loads of people who want me. Check out this fine ass!"

"Oh, Father, please kill me now!" Michael begged, purposefully not looking at his younger brother strut his stuff in front of him.

"Stop ignoring me!" Lucifer hissed irately then jumped on Michael's lap.

"What the . . . Get the hell off me, you douche!" Michael shoved him off and sent him sprawling. He snarled, "Have you completely gone around the bend? What's wrong with you?"

"You're just jealous!" Lucifer growled accusingly.

"Of what?"

"Everybody wants me!" Lucifer insisted pride fully. "You know I'm the most attractive out of everyone!"

"Oh, yeah. Name two who will even do you," Michael challenged derisively.

"Meg and Crowley," Lucifer touted confidently.

"Okay, name two who won't do anything that moves, or, rather, does not move out of the specified range in time. Or, even someone who does not do things that do not move at all in some cases," Michael clarified sardonically.

"Oh! I can't believe you. You are so mean to me! I freakin' hate you!" Lucifer exclaimed with unrestrained outrage and tossed a holy fire ball at Michael.

"Hey, watch it! I thought we both agreed that we were after Cassie right now," Michael yelled angrily, rolling out of the way and jumping to his feet.

"That was before," Lucifer growled harshly, still full of ire.

"Before what? Before I told the truth?" Michael prodded without concern.

"Am I interrupting something?" Castiel stated easily with false calm from his side of the cage. He narrowed his eyes at his two brothers who simultaneously growled then turned on him. Castiel smiled evilly with wicked malice, allowing all the pent up frustration of his heat well within him and aid to his power. He was really looking forward to teaching these two a lesson. "Alrighty then, let the smiting begin!"

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think. I have no idea what's going to happen next. Let me know if you do.