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 26 – The Issue
"I'm BORED!"
"We know!" Michael snapped irately as Lucifer before turning to Gabriel to point out impatiently, "It's already been forty-five minutes and it shouldn't have taken more than five. Someone should go check on him."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, mentally allowing himself, ten more minutes, tops. After all, he so didn't want to sear his eyes out by interrupting their reunion but they, both the couple and everyone present at Bobby's house, needed to know what was going on. Or, at least, if the couple was alright. Gabriel was pretty sure that they were but one never knew with Winchesters. Or Castiel.
Meanwhile, Sam paced the hallway irritably while he grumbled under his breath about this stupid ass brother turning off his phone and making it impossible to track his GPS. Bobby buried his head into research while Crowley sat in the chair that Lucifer reluctantly gave him in the trap. Lucifer then proceeded to drive all of them nuts with his whiny, bratty comments.
"I'm freakin' bored!" Lucifer exclaimed with immense frustration. "This is worse than the box."
"Seriously?" Michael and Gabriel demanded disbelievingly.
Lucifer blinked at them in surprise and smiled with pleasure as he answered easily, "Of course not. Just making sure you weren't tuning me out again. Always hated it when Sam did that."
"Is that even possible?" Crowley snarked under his breath.
"Not really," Michael bitched under his breath. Gabriel rolled his eyes slightly at the impeding fight.
A sudden gust of air displaced by wings signaled their brother's return. Castiel appeared in the entryway between the kitchen and study with Dean who stumbled forward slightly, catching himself on the doorway, and cursed, "Damn it, Cass. What the hell is up with the rough landings lately?"
"Dean, I will tell you once again, it is not me," Castiel argued irritably with barely restrained patience. "You are the one fighting it."
"Like hell," Dean huffed loudly and stormed into the study. He only got a few feet before he stopped abruptly, unable to make himself move forward another inch. He grimaced at the discomfort he felt all over but was mainly centered in his abdomen region. He remembered how he had felt it earlier at about the same distance from Crowley.
"It's about damn time," Sam snapped irritably from the other doorway but Dean's total focus was on Crowley who stared at Dean in shocked surprise then busted out laughing.
"What the hell is so funny, Chuckles?" Dean bit out irritably, feeling completely out of sorts with, well, everything.
"Oh, this is just too good," Crowley crowed with ill-disguised pleasure before chortled enough to fall out of his chair.
Dean scanned the room and found everyone else was also starring at the demon in obvious confusion. Dean glanced back at Castiel who frowned heavily in Crowley's direction. Castiel moved into the trap with the demon and pulled him up by the lapels. Castiel snarled menacingly in Crowley's face, "What the hell is so funny, demon?"
Crowley smirked in his face and taunted wickedly, "Wouldn't you like to know, darling. Tell you what. I'll tell your boy toy there and he'll relay it to you. Send him over here."
"I don't think so," Castiel argued distrustfully. "I am not going to let you get your filthy hands on him."
"Oh, touchy about our playthings, are we?" Crowley mocked softly then taunted more. "Not wanting to share? Too bad. Looks like you will have to soon, whether you want to or not."
He projected his voice beyond Castiel, stating, "I need to have a one-on-one with pretty boy over there. I will tell him and only him."
"So tell me already!" Dean snapped irritably over all the dramatics.
"You sure you want me saying what I need to say to the room, at large?" Crowley cautioned meaningfully.
"Dean, no," Castiel argued firmly, not trusting the demon for an instant.
Dean scoffed dismissively. He had read the demon's eyes and knew what he was implying. He drew in a deep breath then steeled himself and took another step toward the demon. He flinched automatically at the increase in discomfort that seemed to torch his whole body. Stubbornly, he clenched his jaw and took another step then felt a stabbing pain shot through his gut. Unfortunately, he fell forward to his knees as he leaned over clutching his stomach.
"Dean!" Castiel, Sam and Bobby all called in shock but the only one who made it to Dean's side was Castiel. Sam and Bobby only managed a few steps. Castiel touched his shoulder and Dean lashed out, throwing Castiel off and back a few inches.
Dean's head jerked up and he glared at the demon whom flinched slightly before smirking mockingly. Crowley laughed again before sitting back down in his chair to watch the show. He summoned some of his Craig whiskey in a short glass and proceeded to take a drink while the drama unraveled in front of him.
"Holy crap!" Gabriel and Sam exclaimed simultaneously while Bobby just took a step back.
Lucifer just busted out laughing hysterically while Michael exclaimed in shock, "No way. I don't believe it."
"Better believe it," Balthazar countered with amusement before laughingly addressing Dean, "Love the new look. It's so . . . you." Balthazar then joined his brother in hysterical laughter.
"Uh, Dean, your eyes are kinda glowing," Sam announced uneasily.
Dean frowned in disbelief and fought the pain while he edged back away from the demon. Castiel grabbed his shoulder again and pulled him back to the doorway. Dean sighed in relief then shook Castiel's hand off. He glared at Castiel and demanded, "Are my eyes glowing?"
Castiel bit his lip slightly and reluctantly admitted, "Uh, well, actually, your skin is, too, slightly."
"I'm glowing? Since when am I glowing?" Dean verified again, not wanting to belief that he had yet another problem or symptom from all this crap. New whoops of laughter sounded in the study.
"What the hell?" Dean snarled, completely out of patience with everything. His stomach still cramped like a bitch and he felt completely drained. He turned toward the kitchen and stalked through it.
"Dean?" Castiel called out with concern.
Dean didn't stop or turn around. He called over his shoulder rudely, "I got to pee, okay? I'm sure everyone can live without me for five freakin' minutes."
He stomped past Sam and Gabriel in the other doorway to the study and slammed into the bathroom on the ground floor. He moved quickly to the toilet and took care of his business. He paused as he was cleaning up, trying to make sense of the small amount of blood coming out of places it shouldn't.
"That's one more thing to add to the constantly growing list," Dean muttered to himself. He quickly cleaned himself up and quietly exited the room, automatically listening to the conversation that he knew concerned him. He crept closer and hid right beside the doorway to the study that Sam and Gabriel had been in.
"He so does to bottom," Lucifer chortled hysterically, causing Dean to close his eyes and lean his head back in angry embarrassment. "Otherwise, how would he be in such a condition?"
"I'm telling you, it's not possible," Michael insisted adamantly. "In order for such a thing to happen, he would have had to have sex with an angel, recently."
"Ah, we finally have intellectual contact," Crowley crowed laughingly.
"Crowley!" Castiel hissed warningly.
"What? I thought you wanted information about the demon," Crowley argued innocently.
"What does the demon have to do with . . .?" Michael trailed off as he observed the uncomfortable faces of his brothers. He rolled his eyes and demanded hotly, "You know, if you're going to keep stuff from us on this hunt, we aren't going to be of much use."
"Oh, that's not the only reason," Gabriel snarked tauntingly.
"Gabriel," Castiel warned tautly.
Gabriel sighed heavily then stared hard at Castiel before he admitted reluctantly, "In light of Dean's condition, we . . . Father, I really hate saying this but we have to tell them."
"Tell us what?" Lucifer stopped laughing long enough to ask. "How he made HeMan into his little bitch?" he chortled with amusement. He turned to Gabriel and teased, "And you thought HeMan didn't bottom! You haven't seen BA Castiel."
"Well, considering Cassie, our little nerd angel, repeatedly beat the stuffing out of you two in the box, I'll have to agree. Dean didn't stand a chance," Gabriel snarked back mockingly while Crowley laughed at the disclosure.
"Oh, like you could have done any better against the nerd angel in heat," Lucifer grumbled sulkily.
"How right you are, mate? Dean never stood a chance," Crowley added in wickedly. "Never actually stood come to think of it. Might not have been able to, but, he was definitely artfully arranged for the little nerd angel."
Castiel hissed in warning but Gabriel stopped him. "Cassie." Gabriel stared at him intently and, after a long moment, Castiel slumped slightly. Gabriel turned to his older brothers and related, "Look. This demon we are hunting captured and infected Dean with a substance. Cassie here, of course, went to rescue him but the demon infected Cassie, too, with a bite to the neck."
"And a sword to the heart," Crowley amended enthusiastically.
Castiel narrowed his eyes and clarified, "The sword was infected as well?"
"I have no idea," Crowley answered honestly, "but one would have to wonder what the point would be of infecting you if it was also trying to kill you. Seems one would negate the other, don't you think?"
Gabriel allowed reluctantly, "He has a point there."
"Unfortunately," Castiel regretfully admitted.
"What were you infected with?" Michael prodded for clarification.
"We, uh, are . . . unsure," Castiel evaded hesitantly.
Gabriel took over the recitation, "As close as we can figure, it was an extremely heavy dose of . . . well, lust."
"Lust?" Michael verified disbelievingly while Lucifer resumed rolling on the floor laughing. "Lust? Since when can a demon infect us like that?"
Lucifer wiped his eyes and panted hysterically, "Probably because of the mortality he briefly flirted with. And then laid! Hope they at least had drinks," he giggled.
Castiel tilted his head questioningly then admitted, "I drank a liquor store once." Lucifer set off on another peal of laughter.
Gabriel shook his head at his hysterical brother then insisted, "This is serious. I healed Castiel after the attack but it did nothing to this venom."
Michael arched his eyes in understanding of the matter's seriousness and continued, "So what you are telling me is that Cassie and Dean had sex because of this so-called venom?"
"Well, the venom and the scene," Crowley mocked teasingly, taking the opening given. "After all, to see his charge, completely nude, and aroused, primed, if you will. Tied down in such a submissive . . ."
"Enough," Castiel bit out menacingly, fighting his arousal at this precious memory. He could feel his half hard erection already. He didn't need to be focused on that right now when he had so many other things that needed to be resolved.
"Wow, I'm almost aroused with that picture," Lucifer commented casually, not expecting what happened next.
Castiel snarled possessively and sucker punched his sibling. He warned harshly, "You will never touch him."
"Geez, possessive much?" Lucifer bitched while testing his jaw gingerly.
"Yes," Castiel hissed menacingly.
Lucifer made a face then turned to Michael and mouthed, Wow. Touchy. Michael rolled his eyes at Lucifer and turned back to the others as Balthazar spoke up.
"This is all well and good but you are all avoiding the real issue here which is his issue," Balthazar stated dryly.
Lucifer huffed in derision, "Yeah, right. Not possible."
"What do you mean?" Balthazar demanded hotly. "Cassie, angel, plus Dean, human, make baby, Nephilim."
All three archangels shook their heads in unison before Gabriel piped up, "It's not quite that easy, Balty."
"What . . .?" Balthazar started hesitantly.
"First of all," Michael started briskly. "Nephilim were born of women and the Fallen. As far as we know, Cassie isn't a fallen and Dean . . . well, never mind. Secondly, there are certain rituals which were never told to anyone. Only archs know of them and there's no way we told. Correct?" He was relieved when both of his brothers nodded solemnly in agreement.
Michael continued, "That means that there's no way Cassie could have done that, especially if he was under the influence of something else."
"But the glowing," Balthazar argued unconvinced.
Michael turned to Castiel and questioned, "Have you had any side effects since that time?"
"Uh, side effects?" Castiel stalled evasively.
"I don't think he wants to know how good Dean was," Balthazar dismissed. "Or that you keep . . ."
"Oh my Father, his heat," Lucifer concluded laughingly at the very red faced angel.
"Oh, I so didn't need to hear that," Michael complained disgustedly. "I do need a new vessel. Uck!" Balthazar and Gabriel couldn't help an involuntary laugh at that and Michael's expression.
"I had a vision of an alternate reality not long after," Castiel related quickly, not wishing to discuss, or have his sex life discussed anymore. "I died in it. Dean had many, many more that almost drove him insane. He also was very sick for a . . . a time." All of them noticed how Castiel trailed off uncertainly.
"Let me guess," Balthazar offered dryly. "Nausea and exhaustion." Castiel nodded solemnly.
Michael narrowed his eyes and verified, "And it started right after the demon attack?"
"Yes," Gabriel and Castiel answered together.
"So he could be carrying . . .," Michael started only to shut down quickly.
"No, he's not," Castiel snarled angrily.
Dean frowned heavily and decided it was time for him to make an appearance. He turned and stepped only a little way into the room to find both Sam and Bobby asleep in chairs. Apparently the angels hadn't wanted a human audience to this discussion.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little, er, big mother-to-be," Crowley crowed with undisguised amusement from his chair.
"I will stab you in your face," Dean threatened menacingly. He waited for Crowley to hold up his hands in acquiesce before he turned to Castiel and demanded irately with a strained, hoarse voice, "Dude, did you Juno me?"
Castiel stared hard at him while he tried to figure out yet another of Dean's constant pop culture references then admitted finally, "I do not . . ."
Dean rolled his eyes in frustration, not willing at this moment to admit how totally cute he found his angel when this happened. Gabriel stepped in and translated humorously, "Cassie, Deano here is asking if you knocked him up."
"I did not knock him anywhere. Why would I hit him?" Castiel wondered in confusion while he still looked at them totally blank. Lucifer laughed harder.
Balthazar gave it a try by translating, "Did you put a bun in Dean's oven?"
"What oven . . .?" Castiel started then gave up when Lucifer butted in.
Lucifer saw the fun involved here so he piped in, too. "Killed his rabbit?"
Crowley joined in with a smile, "Upped his duff? Or, possibly, upped the kyte?
"Ooh, pupped!" Lucifer added excitedly. "Did you doggy him?"
"Silence!" Dean commanded firmly, not knowing that his eyes glowed slightly in his ire. "Did you get me pregnant, Cass?"
"I, uh, . . ., well, I . . .," Castiel hesitated uncertainly under the focused stares of everyone not asleep in the study.
Dean's eyes widened exponentially at the telling sign of Castiel's hesitation. Oh, crap, he panicked mentally. No way in . . .
"Castiel," he warned with soft menace. "Tell me that you didn't . . . that I'm not . . . that . . . shit, just tell me," he finally begged desperately. Lucifer and Crowley continued to laugh in the background.
Michael narrowed his eyes at his younger brother and demanded, "How? How did you know what to do, Castiel?"
Castiel reluctantly dragged his eyes from his mate and answered honestly, "I don't know. It just came to me when . . ."
"When what, Castiel?" Michael prodded.
"In the warehouse," Gabriel guessed with dread. "After the demon. Right?"
"Yes," Castiel answered in an almost hiss.
"Yeah, we really need to find the sucker," Michael agreed wholeheartedly.
"What about . . .?" Balthazar trailed off with a general gesture toward Dean.
Dean glared back but doubted that Balthazar saw it since Castiel's back was suddenly in his face. Castiel let out a warning growl in Balthazar's direction but Michael eased the tension as he determined honestly, "Look, I know what you are saying, Balthazar, and I agree on some levels but I'm not sure what is going on yet. I mean, if Dean's been showing symptoms since the initial infection, it could have affected whatever's in there."
"If it's Neph . . ."
"Then we will deal with it," Michael stated firmly, ignoring Dean's and Castiel's glares. "But until we figure it out, we need to find this mystical demon and just keep an eye out. Why did you kidnap Dean earlier anyway?"
Balthazar scoffed laughingly, "Not me. I was keeping an eye out on Cro-Magnon there. I saw the demon snatch and went to help out when daddy's baby let out a hell of a blast. When everything cleared, Deano was gone and with those damn rib sigils, I couldn't find him."
Castiel relaxed slightly then turned to Dean with a concerned frown. He questioned, "How do you feel?" Then amended quickly, "Physically?"
Dean started to answer sarcastically but then realized why he was asking. He sighed and answered reluctantly in a very low voice, not really wanting to talk to Castiel at all right now, "Exhausted and still sore from earlier when you yanked away." He glanced at the others then stared meaningfully at Castiel in question. Castiel shook his head slightly so Dean glared at him but finished with the truth, "And this whole baby thing might not be an issue much longer." He started directly at Castiel and told him while sporting a completely flushed face, "I'm bleeding, you know, there, and there is no reason that I should be."
"Aw, and I so wanted to see Deano in labor," Crowley taunted with evil relish.
Both Castiel and Dean ignored everyone else while Castiel clarified, remembering earlier, "You're cramping and bleeding?"
"Oh, Father, he's PMS'ing, too," Lucifer concluded laughingly with purposeful inaccuracy.
Dean growled low in his throat but Castiel put two fingers to his forehead. Dean's eyes dropped but he fought it and mumbled sleepily, "What are you doing, Cass?"
"You need to rest and this conversation is over for now. Dean, stop fighting me and go to sleep," Castiel insisted irritably.
"No," Dean argued sleepily. "I sleep and your brothers kill me and the baby. Won't even wait for the miscarriage."
Castiel closed the distance between them and promised solemnly, "They will do nothing. I will protect both of you. I swear."
Dean stared deeply into those brilliantly, deep ocean blue eyes and saw the truth of his vow. Dean tried to give a slight smile but his eyes rolled back and he slumped bonelessly into Castiel's waiting arms. Castiel gently lowered him on the floor, planning on moving him later. He turned to his brothers and told them, "Whatever the fetus is, it's using Dean's soul when it needs additional power. It could very easily burn his soul out soon."
Gabriel nodded, "It makes sense that if it is angelic in nature, it would overreact to evil, or demons, as though its life is threatened."
"Without enough power of its own, it would use the nearest power source which would be Dean's soul," Michael finished. "You're right. It could very easily eat through his soul's energy, killing him, before it's even born." Michael and Lucifer exchanged a meaningful look and could tell they had an ally in Balthazar.
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.