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 27 – The Control

"Yes, well, this had been fun and all," Crowley started then paused as he admitted very ruefully. "And I actually do mean that for a change. But I do have some very, very important things to attend to so, if you don't mind, and even if you do . . ." He gestured to the devil's trap meaningfully.

"Not until you tell us about the demon I told you to control then you let get away," Castiel stated unbendingly. "Now talk."

Crowley smirked then responded mockingly, "Sure thing, Daddy-o. Or, is he . . . Hmm. Who does wear the pants, I wonder? Oh, this is all so Modern Family."

Castiel glared menacingly, reminding Crowley of the original demand, and Crowley rolled his eyes before relating, "I got distracted, okay? I had it in my control and called your big bro as ordered. Next thing I knew, it was gone."

"Convenient," Balthazar snarked disbelievingly.

"Not really," Crowley argued lightly. "I'm wondering why you haven't already considered the source. If anyone would know, it would be the father, right?" He continued with another pointed barb at Castiel. "Because a father always knows . . . you know, best, wouldn't you say, Cassie? Or did you really not know?"

"Asmodeus, the lust demon king," Michael concluded easily.

"Finally, at least one of you feather brains has a clue," Crowley snarked disdainfully. "That is, if it was a lust demon."

"What do you mean?" Gabriel questioned warily.

"Nothing," Crowley dismissed easily. "After all, everyone agrees that it was a demon, right? No doubts whatsoever so . . ." He shrugged in dismissal. "Can I go now?"

"No. Now talk," Michael snapped irritably.

"You know," Lucifer interrupted casually from where he lounged back on the couch, appearing totally bored with all the current proceedings. "He kinda has a point there. I mean, what demon has the power to counter an archangel's power? Gabriel wasn't able to heal Cassie so . . ."

Castiel rolled his eyes in exasperation at the constant distractions. "I do not care what it is. We need to find it regardless, so what do you know of it?"

"Always were such a stickler except where it came to your anatomically correct Ken doll, and we all know how you love positioning him," Crowley taunted knowingly.

"Ugh, really, what's with all the oversharing lately?" Balthazar complained disgustedly while Gabriel and Michael agreed readily, "Yeah, dude, way too much info."

Lucifer questioned curiously, "Are there pictures or something? I mean, since everyone seems to know, you know, details."

Castiel growled menacingly and Crowley caught the hint then commented casually, "Very well then. I don't know anything of it other than what you know and the fact that I didn't even feel it twitch when it moved out from under my control. No fight. No strain. No force. No nothing. Just blink and gone, like I would like to be. Now can I . . ."

While Castiel was distracted, Balthazar mouthed to Lucifer that he would show the pictures later.

"You're saying there wasn't a battle of control or anything? At all? It just disappeared," Michael verified clinically.

"Did I not enunciate properly? Or did our little nerdy angel destroy your hearing while he repeatedly beat the snot out of you in the box?" Crowley taunted irritably.

"Does anyone even know what it looked like?" Balthazar wondered idly. He rolled his eyes at the obvious 'not-a-clue' faces. "Oh, jolly good job, boyos," he praised sarcastically. "Spot on."

"Hey, it wasn't even there when I showed up and Cassie was already headed toward his baby daddy," Gabriel corrected defensively.

"What about Mr. Macho Bottoms?" Lucifer coined wryly.

"Do not call him that!" Castiel snarled angrily.

Gabriel quickly interceded, "No, he doesn't have a clue. Sam hunted the thing down so he might have some information when we wake them up."

Lucifer, however, completely ignored the hint and snarked under his breath to Michael, "Talk about way too touchy. Is he already in heat again or something? Isn't that only supposed to happen once a year or so? Oh, maybe it's PMS since he so ain't getting it anymore."

"Luce, shut up!" Michael snapped irritably, trying to keep up with Gabriel's conversation as well.

Balthazar wondered with inspiration, "Can you check Sam's laptop while he's out, Gabriel?"

Gabriel pursed his lips thoughtfully then allowed easily, "Possibly. I can try."

"I mean," Lucifer continued to ramble to the room aloud, "knocking up the All American Gigolo without permission will definitely put a crimp in their sex life for a while. Don't you think? Although they could probably still do doggie, even though he's pupped. That is, if Cassie could calm HeMan's hormones down. Always knew he was such a sissy anyway. I mean, the sword only worked through the power of Greyskull which was an elderly woman. And he wasn't squat without his sword. Talk about whupped. Actually, that analogy probably does apply. Huh."

"Lucifer," Michael ordered tightly.

"What?" Lucifer growled irritably, so completely feed up with his older brother's constant censure. "You know, you're just freakin' jealous that he gets a heat and you don't. We all know you're way, way too stuck-up to have sex without one. Probably why you've been such a ginormous bitch to everyone for the past few millennia, especially during the recent 60s and 70s when everyone got some. Except you!"

Michael snarled angrily then charged Lucifer while Castiel ordered proactively, "Gabriel!"

Gabriel snapped his fingers immediately and managed to remove the other two archs before they totally destroyed Bobby's house, along with the human occupants inside. He commented casually as he found Sam's laptop, "Luci's right. Mikey so needs to get laid."

"Oh, I so do not need to hear another thing about any of our brothers' sex lives," Balthazar sneered primly. "I already know way too much about Cassie's as is. Speaking of ... catch, Cassie." He called as he tossed a black object toward Castiel. Castiel caught it with ease then studied it a moment.

Gabriel wandered over to take a look while he waited for the laptop to boot up. "And that is?"

"Why I disappeared," Balthazar related evasively. "Once I realized that the Neanderthal didn't do what he was supposed to, even after the second time around."

"It's a binding collar," Castiel concluded with concern after reading the Enochian engraved on the soft, thick, black leather. It has a silver clasp for securing it around someone's neck. "For Dean?"

"Well, if it was for you, I wouldn't have just tossed it to you, now would I?" Balthazar snarked bitingly while Castiel handed to Gabriel who also studied it.

"Don't get me wrong, Cassie, I think this is entire fiasco is a horrific idea in a long list of horrific ideas from the past three years, especially the Cro-Magnon you picked out to mate with. The other Winchester would have been a much better choice of the two, considering that he at least has some brain power, unlike Wonder 'where the hell are your brains' Boy there." Castiel growled slightly at the very intentional dig to his mate. Balthazar threw up his hands in surrender. "Yes, well, to each his own, I suppose, although you could do so, so very much better."

"Like you?" Castiel guessed softly.

Balthazar narrowed his eyes slightly, intent on setting Castiel straight, but Gabriel interrupted the budding disaster, "This will limit the child's powers without harm to either. Where did you find it?"

"Had it made. Called in a few favors, quite a few actually," Balthazar answered evasively.

Both of his brothers arched their eyebrows at the pointed evasion. Their whole body language plainly stated that they wanted more details but Balthazar was through talking. Finally Gabriel pointed out, "This will keep the child contained and prevent it from using its powers or Dean's soul as a power source like it has been."

"The former was the actual intention. I was completely unaware that it was using Dean's soul," Balthazar admitted ruefully. "On the other hand, it means that it isn't nearly as dangerous as I had originally believed which is beyond great news."

He paused a moment to gather his thoughts before he cautioned solemnly, "You do realize, Cassie, that if this is a Nephilim, what we will have to do?"

Castiel stared hard at his two brothers for a long moment before he steeled himself and answered in kind, "I am aware."

They both studied their little brother a long moment before Gabriel sighed heavily, "You're going to be difficult about this, aren't you?"

"What do you think, brother?" Castiel snapped back irritably.

Gabriel allowed a half smirk before he acknowledged wryly, "Duh. You will be just as stubborn as your mate and probably have just as many brains but . . ." He trailed off solemnly then finally admitted, "But I cannot blame you for it. I would wait as well, if it was mine."

"Seriously?" Balthazar verified with abundant disbelief. "I mean, come on. Do you not remember . . ."

"Of course, we remember," Gabriel cut him off with harsh abruptness. "None of us can forget that. But, Cassie's right. This is different. Cassie's not Fallen. Dean is . . . well, Dean, for better or worse, not to mention, the righteous man of scripture. Plus, we don't know for sure what all is happening."

"But we do know something is orchestrating it," Balthazar countered firmly, "and we believe it is a demon. They were both infected at the possible time of conception which means that the demon might have some control over it. It could be pulling strings right now." Immediately, all eyes turned to Dean whose eyes were, in turn, watching the scene and apparently had been.

"Yeah, that's not creepy at all," Gabriel snarked with uncomfortable cynicism.

Castiel frowned slightly and observed reluctantly, "His eyes are glowing slightly."

"Duh," Gabriel gibed caustically, "Why do you think we all are so freakin' concerned?"

"Cassie," Balthazar prodded uneasily with a soft voice, "the collar."

Castiel glanced down at the item then moved over toward Dean's prone figure. He noticed that as he moved, one of Dean's eyes tracked him while the other remained focused on his two brothers. He slowly squatted down besides Dean's head and leaned over to place the collar around Dean's neck. The eye closest to him watched him the whole time. Once he secured the collar and leaned back, he saw the eyes dim as they closed to sleep once again.

"Oh, ain't that sweet!" Lucifer crowed with undisguised sarcastic pleasure. "At least now, everyone knows who the bitch in this relationship is. Got a chain to go with that. No? Oh, I so know the wedding gift for you."

Gabriel slapped his palm to his forehead. Mikey slapped Lucifer on the back of the head. Both of them sported some cuts and bruises on their faces. Balthazar just shook his head and wondered over to check out Bobby's liquor, thinking he'd love a double right about now, possibly even a triple.

Castiel growled slightly then told Gabriel, "Let me know when you get a lead." He touched Dean's shoulder and flew them both to a nearby motel room.

"TOUCHY!" Lucifer exaggerated sarcastically. "What a brat! Even took his toy with him when he left this time." He turned to Michael and accused harshly, "You're the reason he never learned to share!" He flounced over to the couch and pointedly ignored Michael in favor of tormenting Crowley.

- SPN - SPN -

Castiel laid Dean down on his back on the motel bed and, with a touch, removed Dean's clothes, except for his boxers. He pulled the covers over Dean's lower half then thought away his own trench coat, suit jacket and tie. He laid down in the bed with Dean on his side, facing his sleeping mate.

He studied Dean's face for a moment, making sure that Dean's eyes were still closed. He saw that they were but had a hard time looking away from Dean's perfect face. He had to admit that he really liked how the new black leather collar looked on his mate. He felt himself start to harden and tore his eyes away the object of his arousal, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was definitely not the time for that.

Instead, he focused his attention on Dean's slightly protruding abdomen. He placed one of his hands gently on the top of the mound then closed his eyes as he concentrated his grace into his hand then Dean's body. He searched for the life hidden within while slowly moving his hand over the area.

He paused when he felt some of his grace reflected back then the tiniest brush of another life slid inquisitively against his hand. His grace was pulled in while it was investigated and he ignored the slight drain that resulted. He sensed a brief instant of recognition before his grace shot back at him and he felt a sharp, hard thump against his hand.

Dean let out a short yelp of pain as his eyes shot open and his left hand shot out to press against his abdomen in reaction. He hissed in angry shock, "Ow! Damn it. What the ...?"

His surprised emerald eyes took in Cass's shocked blue eyes and Dean quickly surveyed his surroundings. Obviously, Cass had taken him to another motel, just the two of them, which generally only meant one thing. Dean scrambled out of the bed, taking the sheet with him in a rare moment of unnatural embarrassment, and wrapped the sheet around him to hide his unfamiliar body.

"What the hell is going on now, Cass? This had better not be what it looks like," Dean warned harshly. "Because that so isn't happening again."

Castiel frowned heavily at that last bit of controversial information but decided to argue that later. He answered clinically, "I was trying to sense the being inside you, to find out if it was . . . okay. It seems angry."

"Well, that makes two of us." Dean barked out then arched his eyebrows in disbelief and repeated meaningfully, "Wait. The being? It's a baby, Cass. Apparently, our baby. That you put in me without even asking. Again." Dean paused, taking in Castiel's shame-drawn face. He sighed heavily and demanded, "Seriously. What the hell, Cass?"

Castiel met his mate's eyes reluctantly and started uncertainly, "I . . ." He stopped then steeled himself and announced solemnly, "That is not ours, Dean."

"What are you talking about?" Dean argued hotly. "I haven't done th . . ."

"I know that," Castiel interrupted abruptly. "If you had, the bond would have broken. That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you saying?" Dean bit out harshly.

Castiel drew in a deep breath and explained succinctly, "I did do the steps that could cause this to happen but . . ."

"But what?" Dean prompted as Castiel trailed off.

"There is a crucial time factor involved with the ritual," Castiel elaborated. "That factor was not met."

"What time factor?" Dean prodded impatiently.

Castiel huffed out impatiently, "My seed had to be inside of you for seven full days. That did not happen." Dean frowned in concentration as he tried to think back but Castiel beat him to it.

"We were both infected for three days then dealt with the remainder, and the oil, for two more. I sent you back to Bobby's late on the fifth day, after your shower. That was two days short. So, the only other explanation I can come up with is that this was from the demon if you are as far along as you seem. But it does not feel demonic in the least," Castiel concluded with obviously disturbed confusion.

Dean stared at Castiel as he recited what had happened over four months ago when they had first gotten their 'love' connection through the help of a demon. He remembered being sent back to Bobby's and passing out while Castiel went to face the consequences of, well, everything. Then he remembered . . .

He swallowed thickly then questioned hesitantly on a related topic, "Why, Cass?" Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion again. He huffed out in frustration, "You did it again. Just like when you hooked us up. You set up something permanent and expected . . . Why do you keep doing this crap? And why do you do it to me?"

Castiel frowned heavily then bit out slowly, "Who else do you think I would . . ." He stopped abruptly then answered the first question instead with forceful slowness, "I was supposed to die that first night, Dean. I know I was. I am surprised . . ."

He paused to collect himself from the tangent he was about to go off on but Dean guessed accurately, "You're surprised that Daddy didn't zap you up right then that night."

"Yes," Castiel confirmed solemnly then continued, "even so, I was sure . . ."

"That it was your last night," Dean concluded with equal gravity.

Castiel nodded. "After the souls were gone, nothing diluted the venom. I saw you again and the knowledge of the ritual was there. I . . ."

"You what?"

Castiel exhaled heavily then admitted with great reluctance, "I wanted to leave you something . . ."

"To remember you by."

Castiel stared at him with a slightly longing expression before he finally confirmed, "Yes." Then he added guiltily, "And to make up for what you lost. Lisa and Ben." Dean flinched subconsciously over the reminder then mentally shook it off.

Castiel returned to the issue at hand and stated briskly, "Dean, we have to find out what you are carrying. It could seriously harm you."

"Yeah, about that," Dean started uneasily as he reached up to rub his neck nervously. He frowned slightly at the leather strap he encountered then realized what he'd been too distracted to notice beforehand.

He growled irately, "Dude, did you collar me?"

"Dean," Castiel started pacify then looked up suddenly.

"Like hell," Dean snapped angrily. "You are way out of line here, buddy boy. Your Dominatrix kink has gotten way out of hand. I am not some damn boy toy, much less your sex slave. Get over yourself."

Castiel glanced up again distractedly, causing Dean to snarl suddenly, "You know what? Get the hell out of here and deal with that. I don't even want . . . Just leave, Cass."

"Dean," Castiel started uncertainly.

"Go!" Dean growled menacingly. Castiel sighed heavily then flew away.

Dean stalked to the bathroom, grumbling under his breath. "How the hell did I become the bitch in this relationship?" He grimaced over the memory of how that happened. Too bad, he could not complain even a little about the actual sex part of that. On the contrary, it was still hands down the best sex he'd ever had.

He stared at the mirror and glared angrily at the collar then he frowned as he noticed the inscription on it. He unclasped the collar because he really wanted the sucker off, plus he wanted to study the engraving. As he removed the collar, he felt the baby kick again. In spite of the total weirdness related to feeling something alive inside of him, he had to smirk and agree, "Yeah, your other dad is a real dick sometimes."

He frowned in concentration as he focused on the slim black leather with the silver engraving. He knew enough to recognize that it was Enochian but he would need Sam to translate it for him, even though he'd make damn sure that Sam would never knew it ever existed. He wished that he could read it but figured that it was some kind of ownership thing, like a wedding band only much more gay. He glared again at the symbolism of it all.

Sudden sharp intense pain centered in the middle of his being overtook him and he fell to his knees, dropping the collar on the plain white Formica countertop. He tried to catch himself on it but another ripping pain tore through him from the inside. He hit the ground on his left side and curled into fetal position while he screamed in agony, certain that he wouldn't survive this latest episode.

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.