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 30 – The Truth

"Castiel!" Gabriel barked out harshly in warning, causing Castiel to break the link abruptly. As Castiel quickly scanned his surroundings, he found his older brother, shaking his head at him. "Too much, dude. He's only human, you know."

Dean dropped to his knees, shaking uncontrollably, then fell the rest of the way over. He laid on the study floor, shivering on his left side. His eyes lacked focus while he tried to pull himself together.

Sam rushed forward but Gabriel swiftly flew in front of him and stopped him with a hand on the large man's chest. "Don't," Gabriel warned forcefully as he turned to watch his brother kneel down by his mate.

Castiel lightly placed his hand over Dean's handprint scar and allowed his grace to soothe his shuddering mate. He ignored the rustle of feathers behind him and concentrated on Dean as Dean's tremors slowly calmed down. He sighed in relief that he had not blown Dean's mind, literally, that is.

"Aw, look, he broke his boy toy again," Lucifer complained loudly with blatant disappointment. "Why do we always miss the fun stuff?"

"Just lucky, I guess," Michael answered uncaringly.

"There's not enough good alcohol here for this circus," Balthazar observed dryly then blinked out a moment, only to blink back in with the good stuff.

Dean slowly became aware of his surroundings. He figured out that he was on the floor and glanced up to meet Castiel's concerned eyes. In a flash, their link reestablished and Castiel questioned intently, 'Are you alright?'

Dean shuddered slightly at the husky voice of his mate filling his already aroused mind and answered hesitantly, 'Yeah, just . . . let's never do that in public again.'

Unknowingly, he sent an intense bolt of arousal to his mate as he remembered the overwhelming sensations he'd experienced. First, the blinding light consumed his entire mind, blinding him to the outside world. He'd felt himself falling into the abysmally deep pit, only to be scooped up into such a warm, comforting sensation that he blissed out. He was surrounded with so much of the feeling that he couldn't help but feel loved, revered...

All that blissful warmth turned to spontaneous arousal in response to the amount and depth of feeling that filling his entire being, every nook and cranny. His intensely heated arousal grew and grew until . . . then abruptly everything was yanked away from him, sending him into shock as the icy cold and complete emptiness replace such blissful sensations. But before that . . . which reminded him.

'Uh, Cass, did I . . .' he trailed off as he felt the cooling, sticky sensation in his jeans region. 'Never mind.' In the next instant, the uncomfortable sensation was gone so Castiel had actually caught on for a change. Dean gave him a slight smile and told him, 'Thanks.'

Castiel returned the smile briefly while, not far away, Sam raged irately, "What the hell, Cass? Dean, you okay?"

"Yeah," Dean smirked self mockingly as he slowly rose with Castiel's help while he commented wryly, "Just forgot my own advice."

"What?" Sam wondered with confusion. "What advice?"

"Not to piss off the nerd angels," Dean answered sardonically with a quick glance at Castiel who was his normal emotionless self.

Sam blinked in surprise while his eyes shot between the two but his brother had an amused smirk on his face and Castiel's lacked any emotion whatsoever. Those two things really didn't add up to what Dean was talking about. Sam opened his mouth to argue when Castiel spoke solemnly, "I apologize, Dean. I did lose my . . . patience with you."

Dean smirked wider and he laughed easily after such an experience then questioned Lucifer impertinently, "No big. So what's news, Butthead?"

"Oh, no," Lucifer argued with firm calmness. "I'm Beavis. He's Butthead."

"What?" Michael questioned cluelessly.

"Thought he was assbut," Dean argued humorously.

"Same diff, right?"

"No," Michael argued hotly. "And everybody had better quit calling me that."

"Or what?" Lucifer taunted cockily. "You'll go all righteous on my ass. Oh, that's right. Too late!"

Dean rolled his eyes and focused on the others in the room while the Odd Couple continued their bickering. Unfortunately, Sam did the same and questioned impatiently, "Well, did you meet Missouri's conditions? Is she going to help us?"

"Help you what?" Balthazar wondered curiously from where he was drinking on the couch. He willingly focused on anything but his two older siblings' constant bickering.

"Summoning the demon," Gabriel answered easily.

"How? Did you find out its name?" Lucifer wondered distractedly, even though he wasn't through nettling his oldest brother.

"Don't need it," Gabriel replied dismissively while he focused curiously on Dean's red, uncomfortable face.

Missouri, meanwhile, only stared at Dean who shifted uncomfortably and reached up to rub his neck. He touched the collar and cast yet another glare in Castiel's direction over it. He still couldn't believe how all the Fates had lined up against him so badly. Oh, wait, he paused, remembering the one Fate he had met. Okay, yeah, he could believe it.

He honestly didn't know how to do this, or, really what exactly he had to do to get what they wanted. After all, there was so very much that he'd always kept hidden, even from himself. He glanced at Missouri again and huffed out irritably but soon trailed off, "She will help us . . ."

"Why do I sense a 'but' in there somewhere?" Sam wondered guardedly. "What do you have to do?"

Dean's eyes met Missouri's while he replied honestly, "Good question. Little vague on those details." Missouri arched an eyebrow at him meaningfully.

"Wait," Michael argued curiously, still stuck on the previous topic. "How can you summon it without a name? And Asmo didn't have a name. He told Luce that he'd let us know if he remembered the being."

Gabriel smirked slightly and pointed out with sarcastic amazement, "Well, look at you. You actually talked to a demon and didn't smite him afterward. My, you've come a long way. Next you'll be visiting the strip clubs with Balty and me."

"Hardly," Michael disagreed firmly with haughty distain. "He was polite, though. For a demon anyway. I have to give him that."

"How so?" Balthazar prodded with idle curiosity from his lounging position on the couch.

Michael shrugged and related dryly, "He shook both of our hands before he left to search out the being."

"Of course," Lucifer scoffed proudly. "I run a tight ship, you know."

Dean rolled his eyes over the ridiculousness of the current conversation. In his distraction, he didn't see Sam walk over to him until Sam stood right beside him and stated firmly but in a low voice, "Dean, I've had it. I know you know more than you are letting on and I want some damn answers."

Dean glanced over at Missouri and saw her look. He sighed heavily and prodded with ungracious resignation, "Like what, Samantha? I told you about the collar."

"Not everything," Sam argued irritably while Bobby looked on intently.

"What else is there? Were you looking for details? Like when, where, and how?" Dean responded harshly. "If so, you are so SOL."

"What damn side effects is it controlling?" Sam continued unreasonably. "And how come you didn't let us know?"

"Because even I didn't know about some of them, alright," Dean snapped irately. "Cass found me that way. Unconscious. I didn't know it happened, how or why. It's hard to tell you what I don't know or am not aware of."

"Fine." Sam allowed reluctantly then continued since Dean was actually answering, "Then how about what the hell is going on between you and Cass because there's definitely something different lately?"

Dean barely hid the flinch but quickly checked Missouri then Castiel's eyes. Unfortunately, it took too long as Lucifer crowed humorously, "He doesn't know! OMF. We actually know something before the obnoxious Sam Winchester smarty pants. High five, Mikey." Michael only glared disdainfully at his younger brother so Lucifer hissed at him then prodded, determined to have his fun, "High five, Balty."

"Will it shut you up?" Balty clarified with a lofty air.

"Yes," Lucifer lied easily.

"Very well," Balthazar relented and high fived his brother who then materialized some popcorn and offered some to Balthazar. Lucifer sat beside him on the couch. They munched on the popcorn while they watched the show playing out in front of them.

"Shut your piehold, douchebag," Dean snarled tightly at Lucifer before he turned back to his brother. He knew if he didn't answer this correctly Pamela wouldn't help him anymore. He felt Castiel's eyes on him and finally admitted slowly, "Fine, Sam. Since you're being such a pain in the ass, not that it's any of your damn business, let's see . . . How did you put it earlier? I did 'reach out and touch faith.'"

"Dean," Castiel cautioned slightly.

"What, damn it?" Dean snarled tightly, desperately trying to ignore the heat flowing to his face. "All the sudden everyone, and, I mean, everyone, including some from beyond, want the TMZ report on my sex life so there it is. Now, any other personal, probing, intensely embarrassing, damn questions you have for me, Sammy?"

"Yeah," Sam answered without the slightest bit of remorse. "Are the side effects from the demon or that?"

Dean paused to stare at Sam a moment then looked over at Missouri, totally bypassing Castiel, which didn't go unnoticed. Almost instantly, his eyes returned to Sam's and he firmly stated, "Definitely the demon but probably both."

"Needs Tabasco," Gabriel commented appraisingly as he munched on Lucifer's never ending bucket of popcorn.

"Hardly," Balthazar argued dryly. "Only you and Dad like it that way. The rest of us only add the gummy bears."

"So is he lying to us or them?" Michael prodded Gabriel who looked at him questioningly.

Unfortunately Sam overheard that part and accused hotly again, "You're lying to me again, Dean? Damn it!"

Dean swung around and glared at the four angels sitting on the couch, eating popcorn like this was all one great play. He growled irritably, "Why don't you asshats go find someone else to bug for the next millennia or so instead of always riding my ass?"

"But, Dean," Gabriel taunted automatically, "We've all heard what a great ass it is to ride. How could we not hop on and give it a whirl, if you know what I mean?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Dean flushed hotly and tensed up to charge when suddenly the angel was thrown through the window he was standing in front of. Castiel exploded with the tight warning, "Leave. Him. Alone."

Lucifer leaned to the side and spoke in a fake low whisper to Balthazar, "See what I mean? Touchy! Talk about issues. I swear he's P . . ."

Balthazar fought back a smile at Lucifer's very accurate taunt while Castiel glared menacingly at Lucifer and warned as well, "Don't test me, brother. You know what I'm like when I'm really angry."

Lucifer flinched slightly remembering 'roided up Castiel from the box while Michael smirked mockingly, "You should know by now, Cass, that he'll never learn."

"So what is he lying about this time?" Bobby redirected impatiently then he glared hard at Castiel and warned, "You're fixing that." Castiel motioned with his hand and the window was repaired, closing out the obnoxious laughter happening outside.

"Bobby," Dean argued with a hint of desperation.

"Oh, he's not lying, per say. He's just leaving out the huge part where all of it came about because of the demon," Balthazar answered with a very nonchalant air. "I mean, after all, it wasn't as if he actually had a choice in the matter. To begin with, that is."

"What do you . . ." Sam trailed off as the implications hit home. "Wait, you mean Cass raped him?"

Dean's hand automatically slapped Sam upside the head while he growled out, "No! Cass did not . . . rape me. Balthazar, you'd better shut your cake hole or there will be one less angel for me to worry about. Got it?"

Balthazar started to speak but Castiel cautioned with underlying menace, "Think very carefully before you continue, brother."

"Oh, ooh, ooh," Lucifer crowed with excitement at his very correct conclusion. "The demon did!"

Both Castiel and Dean winced and flushed, Dean with embarrassment, Castiel with anger. Castiel strode forward purposefully while Lucifer, seeing that, threw up the popcorn with a quick curse and ducked quickly behind the couch to hide. Castiel appeared right beside him, causing him to let out a surprised shriek.

Michael sighed heavily and advised reluctantly, "Castiel. I know what you want to do to the brat but he'll only run and I don't feel like chasing him at the moment."

"Then keep him quiet," Castiel gritted out through clenched teeth. "Or I will."

"Cass," Dean called out with resigned irritation. "As much as I hate to admit it, Michael's right. We don't want him on the loose right now." Castiel stared at Dean a moment then back at Michael before flying back over to his previous position.

Gabriel popped back in at that moment and wondered cheerfully, "What did I miss? Why is Luci cowering behind . . . uh, Cassie, something you want to tell me?"

"Yeah, shut your piehole," Dean answered tightly for his mate. "Cass isn't in the mood for your crap and neither am I."

"Dean," Bobby started uncomfortably but with a lot of concern. "Is what that bratty idjit said right? Were you?"

It took Dean a moment to figure out what Bobby was asking. When he did, he alternately felt the color drain from his face then it heat up with shamed embarrassment. He so did not want to answer that. He reluctantly shot his eyes over to Missouri who was writing what he figured was the spell down. He exhaled a heavy breath, trying to find the courage.

It was really funny that someone who had faced down as many scary creatures as he had and defied the will of God could be so scared of the truth. Well, not so much the truth, although he was occasionally afraid of that, too. But admitting to things, especially major things, like being repeatedly raped by a demon, for hours, presumably. He couldn't ... He also couldn't help how he felt, either. He felt a small movement inside him and knew he needed to get this done before he had to move onto his next priority.

"Dean," Castiel started with concern.

"No, Cass," Dean argued firmly with a sharp glance at Missouri who had paused writing and was staring up at him. He turned and stared his second father in the eyes then demanded harshly with a strained voice, "What? Do you want details? Or will a simple yes or no suffice?"

"Well, it ain't no or you would have just said that," Bobby concluded with a very heavy heart.

"Why didn't you say something, Dean?" San demanded hotly.

"Like what, Sam? What the hell do you think I'd say? Hell, if I didn't have to, I would have never told anyone anything. Ever. Hell, even if it was done by a human. You know me, Sammy. That's not something I'd ever talk about and you know that," Dean growled irately.

"How long were you there before Cass saved you? Is that why it took so long for him to bring you back?" Sam prodded continuously at the open wound because that's what Sam always did.

"I have no idea how long, Sam," Dean snarled with increasing ire at the nit picking over this subject. "It's not like I had a damn watch on."

"Did he have a watch on Cassie?" Lucifer interrupted obnoxiously.

"Cassie wasn't looking at HeMan's arms at all, I'm sure," Balthazar argued sardonically. "After all, there was so much other skin to observe. Remember the pic-"

Castiel growled intently while Gabriel waved his hand and Balthazar lost his voice midword. Both brothers were unable to make a sound. Gabriel sympathized with Castiel and even Dean at the moment. He warned the others, "You keep talking and I'll put you some place that you won't be able to get out of any time soon."

"I so have to find another vessel," Michael muttered under his breath. "First, Cassie. Now, this."

"So, silver lining," Dean snarked lightly with a touch of happiness in his voice, looking at any positive he could at this point. He saw a reluctant smile appear on the archangel's face. He drew back slightly once he realized that he was having a moment with this particular archangel. He didn't like it as he felt his skin crawl.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam continued to question, like a hungry dog gnawing a bone with single minded focus.

"Why the hell would I?" Dean snapped back. "What part of being sexually tortured for hours creates a caring – sharing moment for you? Huh? News flash, Sam. I prefer to forget things like that. Just like the Pit. It happened. It's done. Move on."

"So how does featherbrains figure into all this?" Bobby redirected to keep everyone on point.

"Oh, that's easy," Lucifer piped up again with all the enthusiasm of the neighborhood gossip with the latest dish. "We've already done this so we know. The demon infected Cass who came to save infected Dean then one plus two added up to baby, which makes three."

"So you were infected?" Sam confirmed distrustfully, unsure what to believe at this point, which was the major problem with Dean always keeping secrets.

"Yes, I was. So was Cass," Dean gritted out irately at the obvious mistrust in his brother's voice. "Anything else?"

"Baby?" Bobby repeated distantly. "Wait a minute." Dean winced at the knowledge that Bobby had actually caught what had totally flown over Sam's head. Bobby ran through the symptoms that Dean had had over the past months and stared at him hard. He warned ominously, "Tell me you didn't hide something that big from me, boy."

Dean flinched again while the color drained from his face, only to return too quickly. His face heated up in ashamed embarrassment. He glared at Missouri and snapped irritably, "Tell her she is more than paid back. In spades."

"Dean," Bobby snapped irritably as well, reminding Dean of the question at hand.

"No, I didn't hide it," Dean argued hotly. "Didn't even know myself until after we summoned Crowley which wasn't that long ago."

"So why didn't you tell us then?" Bobby grouched irritably.

Dean shifted uncomfortably and started, "I . . . uh."

"Wait," Sam interrupted suddenly. "Whose is it?"

Everyone looked at everyone else curiously but Castiel answered tightly, "We are ... unsure. The demon is the most likely candidate based on the difficulty angels have creating offspring with non-angels. However, it does not appear to have any demonic characteristics but the demon that infected me was more powerful than most, if not, all."

"And the collar?" Bobby prodded.

"Binds its powers. It's been using Dean's soul as an energy source. The collar prevents it from doing that," Balthazar answered easily.

Sam narrowed his eyes at that knowledge and Dean could clearly read what his brother thought of the baby doing that. He waited for the evitable. He knew what Sam would advise and honestly Dean would do the same if the positions were reversed.

But Sam focused on something else as he observed Dean's face darken in warning. He knew better than to suggest aborting it in Dean's current mind frame. He verified hesitantly, "Cass mention abdominal pain?"

"Yeah," Dean bit out warningly. "Another News Flash. Human men aren't supposed to get pregnant."

"Oh, yeah, he is so PMS'ing," Lucifer commented eagerly. "The whole nine yards. Pain, cramping, bleeding, complete with surly attitude. Don't know how Cassie puts up with it. The sex couldn't be that good."

Dean let his head fall back slightly in a quick prayer for . . . well, he didn't know what. He glanced at Castiel who was sending a very smug look to his brothers who in turn complained at the disclosure. He shook his head slightly at the corrupted angel and fought to keep a slight smile off his face.

"So . . . are you . . ." Sam started hesitantly, not wanting to show his relief if the symptoms added up to what he thought it might.

"Miscarrying?" Dean finished snappily for him. "Probably," he allowed hotly. "So don't get ahead of yourself, Kevorkian."

"I don't remember," Lucifer admitted reluctantly. "Was he one of mine or yours?"

"Oh, for Father's sake, focus, Luce," Michael ordered with excessive exasperation.

"Okay, let me see if I got this straight," Sam recounted authoritatively. "You were kidnapped and . . . tortured by this demon then Cass showed up to save you but in the process became infected then both of you . . ."

"Bumped uglies," Gabriel supplied cheerfully.

"Right," Sam allowed with an exasperated eye roll and continued, "As a consequence, you are now knocked up and don't know who the baby dad . . . uh, other contributor was."

"If there was one," Bobby interrupted intelligently.

"True," Sam acknowledged then finished up, "And it might all be a moot point as the baby is now in danger of miscarrying."

"Sounds like a really bad soap opera," Balthazar observed emotionlessly.

"I think I saw that episode on Days of Our Lives," Lucifer crowed enthusiastically. "Who was that character? Bradley? Baby? Brady? That's it, Eric Brady. What a wuss! Real feminine looking, too. Delicate features. In fact . . ." He paused briefly, eyeing Dean up and down which the subject of his perusal tensed up angrily.

He quickly finished when he heard Castiel's backup warning growl, "We are going to find out that Dean is really a woman who is actually Cassie's sister."

Several palms slapped their respective foreheads in the room.

"Can't anyone shut him up? Permanently!" Dean challenged with a pained groan.

Gabriel laughed, "I can't believe he actually owned up to it."

"Who? Dean or Luci?" Michael wondered nonchalantly.

"Either. Both," Gabriel responded with amusement.

"I have it," Missouri announced calmly, completely out of the blue.

"Have what?" Michael wondered then questioned, "Who is she?"

"She's our psychic," Sam answered smugly. "And the one who will summon the demon."

"Oh, jolly good," Balthazar cheered with a decided lack of emotion. "So need a holiday after all this . . . bonding nonsense."

"You say that like nothing can go wrong," Gabriel observed wryly. "Have you forgotten that it's the Winchesters that are summoning a mysterious super-charged demon?"

Balthazar deflated instantly where he sat and sunk back into his seat then snarked sullenly, "You used to be so much fun."

"And you used to not be a major prick," Gabriel countered easily.

"Great," Dean answered, ignoring the God squad in the room. "What do we need?" He waited a moment then blinked. Nothing had moved from its previous position. He took a step and realized the entire room had frozen, except for him.

"Oh, great. That's just. . . peachy." He glanced down at his stomach and warned uneasily, "This had better be your doing or we are so screwed, babycakes." Unfortunately, the responding kick against his abdomen really didn't tell him anything.

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