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.
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It was pointed out to me that Cass spelled with one s as in Cas. While I do agree with this, at the beginning of Season 7, the powers that be showed that Cass was actually spelled with two s's. That's why I spell it the way I do. Guess you can let me know which way you prefer but that is my reasoning. Which do you prefer?
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Chapter 38 – The Escape
Dean's eyes flew open at the sudden, sharp kick to his kidney from inside his own body and he blinked at the shadow above him. Instantly, thinking Trini had come for his baby, he tried to roll out of the way. He didn't allow for his sluggishness.
He had only barely turned when his eyes had cleared enough to make out the Sam shaped shadow above him. He instantly relaxed and sighed in relief, "Sammy." Only to tense up again a second later when he spotted the demon knife in Sam's hand stabbing down toward his baby. He shouted out angrily in denial, "No!" He prepared to block the swing but knew he couldn't quite get there in time.
It didn't matter as he felt the sudden explosion of air radiating out from his baby. Sam flew backwards and hit the wall, dropping the knife in the process. Dean's eyes widened slightly in shock at seeing the dim blue light shooting out from his abdomen, his baby's force field.
Good baby, Dean thought quickly. Way to go.
As Dean rolled off the bed and scampered for knife, he recalled the other times the baby had protected itself. Now that he knew what he felt like, he realized that the baby had also protected him those times as well. He grabbed up the knife just the door slammed open, revealing a very pissed off Bobby.
Bobby glanced at the now armed Dean then searched the room and found Sam sprawled against the wall. He growled angrily, "It wasn't enough that you went all Menendez on me when you were soulless. Now you had knocked me out in order to go all Planned Parenthood on your brother. Serves you right that he blasted you into the wall. What's your freakin' excuse this time? And you'd better make it a good one because you and I both know that Cass doesn't make empty threats."
"What threat? Wait. What?" Dean questioned uncertainly. Yeah, he was still a little out of it but he was a lot more rested than he had been. "What do you mean? What did Cass say?"
"He threated Sam with the box if Sam damaged you, or the baby, while he was gone," Bobby explained briskly.
"Well, he didn't do, either, so we're good," Dean countered quickly.
"Dean," Bobby cautioned in protest while Sam slowly climbed to his feet.
There was a flutter of wings signaling Castiel's arrival. Castiel surveyed the scene before him and demanded irritably, "What is going on?"
"Nothing," Dean insisted, ignoring Bobby's glare. Sam continued to lean against the wall. Dean was pretty sure that, based on the way that Sam was breathing, Sam had had all the air knocked out of him.
Castiel narrowed his eyes at his mate then the demon-killing knife in his hand. He offered generously but with an underlying threat, "Are you certain that you want to go with that answer, Dean?"
Dean stared at his angel's stoic countenance but sensed the unrest within him. He caught the hint and replied dismissively, "Just doing a little experiment. That's all. After all, one of your brothers attempted it first." Castiel glared at Dean's flippant attitude then shifted his death glare over to Sam.
Dean objected quickly, "Look, no damage done. Not a scratch on either of us and it's not happening again. Right, Sammy?"
"Dean," Sam argued firmly. "That thing is killing you."
"No, that thing is my baby and it's not doing anything to me, except for protecting me for taking damage," Dean countered in kind.
"Even Cass said it was sucking on your soul," Sam pointed out. "It's a monster and it's going to kill you if we don't get it out."
"No, Sam," Castiel interjected adamantly, projecting his power into his voice so that Sam would actually listen this time, "You are killing Dean if you continue this nonsense because the baby only uses Dean's soul for energy when it has to. The collar keeps it from using too much power."
Castiel frowned at a sudden thought then asked curiously, "How did it protect itself with the collar on? Balthazar said that he had to loosen it for it to work last time."
Dean rubbed his neck sheepishly with his free hand and admitted ruefully, "Yeah. Well. I had an itch and . . . well, I fell asleep. Sue me." His stomach growled angrily. "So, when's lunch?"
"You missed it already," Bobby announced gruffly. "But supper can be done pretty quickly if I have some help in the kitchen."
"Sure," Dean answered instantly. "Lead on, McDuff."
"Dean," Sam tried one last time.
Dean swung around and pinned Sam down with fiery green eyes then warned promisingly, "This is the only free pass you will get on this subject so listen up and listen good. My baby is just what I said, MINE. It's not hurting me and I am not going to get rid of it. Now you can either accept that or not but be warned either way. I will not tolerate anything else being done to it, or me. Feel me, Sammy?" He could tell that Sam didn't want to but Sam slowly nodded in acquiesce anyway.
"Good. Now let's eat," Dean suggested eagerly but refused to move until Sam and Castiel did first. He didn't care how hungry he was. He wasn't about to let them out of his sight, especially if Castiel was feeling particularly smitey, which Dean sensed that he was through their bond.
Sam finally caught the hint and headed out of the room first after Bobby. Castiel watched him closely as he exited the room. After Sam had left the room, Castiel turned to Dean and promised with narrowed eyes, "We will talk about this later." They stared at each other for a long moment before Castiel motioned with his hand for Dean to precede him from the room.
Dean shifted uncomfortably then shrugged and exited the room, feeling Castiel breathing down his neck the whole way. He could feel the irritation level present in his mate and knew that Castiel wasn't lying about the talking thing. He sighed softly, wondering what had set his angel off this time. Then he firmly reminded himself that he was supposed be 'dissolving' their relationship. Of course, it figured that this would be the one thing in his life that would actually go as planned.
They made it to the kitchen and got supper going while Dean asked curiously, "So where's the God squad?"
"Balthazar and the Odd Couple went to question the Fae about Trinity's origin while Gabriel decided to investigate the Greeks," Bobby summarized easily.
"No word from any of them?"
"Not so far," Bobby replied quickly.
"We can call them after you eat," Castiel pointed out abruptly.
Dean glared at Castiel's pushiness but Bobby reinforced the position, "Cass is right, Dean. You need to eat and you'd be able to do that much better without the bratty one messing with you."
Dean started to argue when his stomach growled. Since his baby seemed to agree with the others, he sighed heavily and finally accepted that it was something that he really needed to do. Everyone knew that his eating habits were erratic at best lately. He also felt a lot hungrier lately. He gave up arguing considering that they were both right and helped as they all got supper together.
After a few minutes of quiet eating, Dean noticed that Sam hadn't eaten much. He frowned in concern and asked, "Something wrong with the food, Sammy?"
"No," Sam sulked morbidly.
"Then . . ." Dean started uncertainly, only to have Sam snap at him.
"I don't see how you can just sit there and feed that thing like it's . . . it's . . .," Sam growled out irritably.
Dean rolled his eyes and continued to chew stoically. After he swallowed, he demanded shortly, "Like it's what, Sam? A baby? Maybe, I don't know, because it is."
"It's a monster, Dean," Sam countered reasonably. "You know it."
"Why? Because it's supernatural? I seem to recall you arguing with me over a group of vampires not long after Dad died that supernatural doesn't mean that we had to kill them. Remember that, Sammy?" Dean argued hotly.
"But, Dean . . ."
"No," Dean insisted adamantly. "Now, is the baby supernatural? Obviously. But it is not the demon's or demonic."
"How can you be so sure?" Sam demanded desperately, wanting to have the same conviction that his brother obviously had.
"Because I know, Sam," Dean argued vaguely. "Because it's inside me and not one ounce of it feels evil. Now, drop it. And I mean it." He took another bite of his food, considering the subject closed.
"Missouri also didn't feel any trace of evil within it, Sam," Castiel interjected emotionlessly, knowing how much the younger Winchester respected her opinions.
"She told me the same," Bobby added as well before he continued solemnly. "But that isn't our most pressing problem right now. We have to stop that she demon plus we have a couple of archangels wanting to go cage match smackdown on Dean and Cass. If we don't stop those things from happening, then this is all moot because they are all after your brother's life which that baby is protecting right now. So why don't we prioritize and take care of the most serious threats before we try to figure out how the thing is even supposed to come out of the blockhead."
Dean's fork clattered to the plate below while Dean's face turned a bit green. He was thankfully that he was at least mostly fully when Bobby had decided to deliver this particular time bomb. His dry throat croaked out hoarsely, "What? Wait a minute. Come out? Won't it just poof out or something?"
Sam couldn't help a smirk at his cocky older brother's predicament at that moment, in spite of everything else. He taunted mercilessly, "What? Did you suddenly develop female parts? Or did you not realize that it would eventually have to come out? Physically, that is. Considering men only have one option down there, you'll probably have to deliver it..."
"Sam!" Bobby barked out gruffly, extremely worried over Dean's complexion.
"Anal," Sam finished smugly.
"Don't say that!" Dean snarled uncomfortably.
Meanwhile, Dean's brow broke out in a sweat at the thought of having to give actual birth, literally, to an actual ass baby. He remembered women talking about the pain involved in their childbirth experiences and knew that his body was never intended to do this sort of thing so the pain would be even more . . . He didn't even realize he was panting with anxiety until he felt Castiel grip his face and turn it towards him. His eyes met Castiel's and he felt his mate's mental link in his mind.
'Dean!'' Castiel called out mentally then reinforced verbally, "Calm yourself, Dean. Breathe."
"Runaway! Runaway!" Lucifer yelled out as he and Balthazar landed abruptly in Bobby's kitchen. They both paused and Lucifer glanced around quickly as if he was searching for indications that they were being followed. Lucifer's eyes lit on Dean and he sighed heavily, "Oh, for crying out loud, don't tell me you broke him again, Cassie. I mean, really. If you definitely want to keep playing with the boy toy, you really need to take better care of it."
"Where's Michael?" Castiel snapped out irritably as he saw his mate doing as he told him. He felt Dean calming down from his panic attack, although his mate was still really worked up.
Balthazar huffed indignantly while Lucifer crowed happily, "I sold him."
"You what?" Castiel demanded ominously.
"I sold him," Lucifer reinforced ecstatically, almost vibrating with excitement.
"You sold him," Dean repeated robotically again, showing that he was back in the present but not comprehending it at all.
"Yes, he did," Balthazar repeated with distaste then called out loudly and psychically, "Gabriel!"
"Who did . . ." Sam started hesitantly, only to be interrupted abruptly.
"Faeries," Lucifer chortled with amusement. "Only take first borns and Mikey's a first . . ." He trailed off as he dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"But how . . ." Bobby started but Balthazar knew what he was asking.
He concluded dryly, "Luce here was very helpful in supplying the Holy Oil as well as creating the circle."
Lucifer cackled some more then dried his eyes while he muttered under his breath, even though it was loud enough to be heard by all, "Showed that arrogant, prissy SOB whose the bitch in this relationship. Which," he continued with an evil smile, "is so over. Toodles!" He waved and vanished, only to reappear two seconds later. "Oh, come on!
Gabriel and a slightly frayed Michael appeared then allowing the others to easily conclude the reason for Lucifer's quick reappearance. Michael smiled mockingly then allowed with a menacing under current, "Nice try, brother, but no cigar. Guess who's getting punished later."
"Aw, did I get you a little hot under the collar?" Lucifer taunted innocently. "I can't help it. It's part of my appeal, big boy. You know, that whole, 'I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way'." All the while, he struck a pose reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit.
"Okay," Gabriel drawled out. "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little."
"Same here," Dean reinforced tightly as well as actually having the complexion to prove it. "Never watching that again. Scarred for life now. Thanks."
"So, rushing to Mikey's orders like his little lapdog as usual," Lucifer sneered tauntingly at Gabriel.
"Hardly," both archs countered.
"I had already gotten out," Michael growled irritably.
"I came in response to Balty's call, thinking it was actually something important, instead of just another round of Battle Between the Sexes," Gabriel answered lazily.
"So what did everyone find out?" Bobby demanded abruptly, determined to find out what they were dealing with before things dissolved into yet another sibling grudge match.
"Fae don't know anything," Balthazar relayed briskly. "And Oberon is completely unavailable. In fact, I'm not sure that they even know where he is any more than we know where Father is."
"Kinda suspicious, don't you think?" Dean related.
"Definitely," Gabriel agreed tightly.
"What did you get?" Dean questioned suspiciously.
Gabriel shrugged then admitted cockily, "It's all Greek to me." Most of the angels groaned at the horrible pun but Dean just glared icily at him. Gabriel sighed heavily, "Nothing definite. There is a rumor that Zeus might have been there at the right time but he's got this Lightning Thief thing going on and most of Olympus is in an uproar right now." Have to check back later."
"Oh, yeah," Dean snarked. "Saw the movie. Lame."
"Yeah, it was. Until someone figured was an awesome idea after the past few boring millennias and actually did it," Gabriel agreed readily. They heard steady rolling thunder outside and all looked at each other for a moment.
Dean shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, talking to himself, "Okay, this is getting too weird, even for us." With another shake of his head, he wondered aloud, "So does anyone else think it's strange that all of the sudden everyone possibly involved in this is out of comm range?"
"Yeah, it's strange but that doesn't really help us any," Gabriel explained patiently.
"Except to give credence that there is actually something going on and we are probably on the right trail," Sam continued logically.
"Possibly," Gabriel allowed with reservations then he looked toward his youngest brother. "What did you find out on the Joshua search?"
Dean looked over at his mate in surprise then suspicion as Castiel answered clinically, "Joshua hasn't heard anything since . . ."
"Since I came back," Gabriel guessed accurately but the humans involved remembered that as the time period when Castiel was playing god.
"Yes," Castiel acknowledged regretfully. "He doesn't know any more about Trinity than we do but did state that he believes we were approaching this from the wrong end."
"What end were we supposed to approach this from?" Sam wondered cynically.
"From the pointy end," Dean remunerated vaguely. "How to kill her."
"Again, yes," Castiel agreed then stared pointedly at Dean as he continued seriously, "For instance, why wouldn't someone with the same influences be able to fight off the infections? Someone who had been marked by an angel's grace and the fae as well as killing the Mother of All."
After a few seconds, Gabriel caught on and reinforced, "Yes, why couldn't you, Dean?"
"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed defensively at the seemingly unprovoked attack. "What are you saying, asshat? I did fight it."
"Aw, come on, Deano," Balthazar taunted mockingly, catching on as well. "You so obviously didn't or you would have been able to fight it off. So what? Have some secret inner exhibitionist with S & M tendencies? Talk about issues and kinky kinks."
Dean growled irritably as he shot out of his seat, "Cram it with walnuts, ugly. You
don't know jack . . ." Castiel stood in his way with a hand on his chest stopping him. "What? You want to accuse me, too, Cass?" Dean continued hotly.
Castiel arched an eyebrow then asked him, "Did you? Fight as much as you could?"
"Yes, you freakin' dick!" Dean snarled irately. "You think I really wanted to put on that last show in any way to the audience present?"
Castiel stared him directly in the eye and answered with calm assurance, "No, I don't, Dean. Which means . . ."
"We have the combination wrong," Bobby observed wearily.
"What?" Sam questioned quickly.
"If we had the right combination, Dean should have been able to fight it, like I did," Gabriel reasoned a loud. "We know for sure that I could fight off the angelic aspect because I did for the most part. Fae doesn't really affect me, like we don't affect them that much. Dean has both of those aspects within him because he has being marked by both. We also know that he killed the Mother so it stands to reason that . . ."
"He should have done Trini some damage as she bit into him," Balthazar concluded easily. "But that didn't happen, either time."
"On the other hand, she did really dose him up last time," Castiel added suspiciously. "Maybe he was finding a way to fight it."
'Or the baby was;'Dean thought to himself but interjected to the others, "Or the Phoenix ash has passed out of my system. After all, it was only a cartridge case worth and that was over six months ago."
"Or we have the wrong combination," Bobby returned to his original thought. "What if she isn't one of the Mother's? What else doesn't work on you bird brains?"
"Quite a lot, actually," Balthazar answered vaguely.
"Do pagan gods?" Bobby asked pointedly then glared at Gabriel. "Is that why you went to the Greeks? Holding out on us, boy?"
All eyes turned to Gabriel who, of course, protested easily, "Oh, please. No way I'd hold out on you mutton heads. Just had an itch that I needed to scratch."
"Gabriel," Castiel warned with pleading eyes that never failed to get his older brother.
Gabriel sighed heavily then explained, "Look, I just went fishing, okay? It was easy to see that Asmo barely had a hand in this so I went looking for something else that could get the body's juices going like that."
"Like Greeks? Gods? Lust. Lov - Aphrodite," Sam quickly surmised. "What did she say?"
"Nothing. She was too busy, remember? But I left a message," Gabriel answered easily. "Let you know when she's free."
"She's never free," Lucifer sneered mockingly. "And you could never afford her."
"So bottom line is . . . either Dean needs more Phoenix ash or we are going pagan, correct?" Balthazar summarized quickly.
"Where's the extra ash we had?" Sam wondered aloud.
"In the Impala. Trunk," Dean recited easily then grabbed a hold of Castiel's arm which still had his hand pressed into Dean's chest. "Cass and I will go get it. In the meantime, figure out a way to keep Trinity out. I don't want any more surprises." He stared at Castiel who nodded then flew them outside to the back of the Impala.
Dean landed easily right by the Impala's trunk and he sneered slightly, "So, keeping secrets again, huh, Cass?"
Castiel narrowed his eyes and countered with the same tone, "Why not? Since my mate taught me so well and is currently doing the same."
Dean blinked but hid the acknowledgement of truth in that statement. He prodded with simmering ire, "So, ask any other, more personal, questions while you were there?"
Castiel cocked his head to the side then answered caustically, "Like if my mate was hiding something? And if so, what? Maybe the actual genetics of the baby he's carrying?"
Dean's face hardened before he demanded tightly, "And their answer . . ."
"Was that I have to find out from my mate, just like all other Earth couples," Castiel replied grim dissatisfaction then added with blatant snark. "They obviously don't know you very well."
Dean almost smiled at the complete hopelessness in Castiel's voice but he turned away quickly. He popped the trunk open while he talked, mainly to keep Castiel's attention distracted, "So if it is a Greek goddess, which one do you think it is? Because I really don't buy Aphrodite myself."
"And well you shouldn't young man," Gabriel commented sternly as he appeared on the scene. "After all, you are married and no one should have that much goddess to themselves."
Dean jumped in surprise, hitting his head on the trunk as he straightened. He swore violently then turned and demanded irritably, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Catch," Gabriel warned as he threw a small object at Dean.
Dean caught it easily then let it dangle from his fingers to see a small, light, gold- plated symbol, a Triquetra. He argued uncertainly, "Uh, look, I'm not really Charmed. I mean, I am devastatingly charming but definitely not Charmed. Although I could go for . . ." He trailed off and the smile abruptly left his face as he felt Castiel's irate gaze.
"Not too smart, are you, mutton head?" Gabriel laughed before he countered, "No, got this from the Secret Circle, which honestly doesn't know the meaning of the words. I mean the only way they could be less secret would be to televise the whole thing. Not that anyone would watch it but, anyhoo, it's trice goddess blessed and couldn't hurt at this point. Just in case, you run into your fave Match dot com facilitator. Right?"
"Right," Dean sighed wearily but slipped the necklace on. At least it was less bulky than the one he got from Sam. He turned away and went back to looking for the ash while Castiel and Gabriel discussed whether they should summon Trini again to see if the ash worked. Dean took advantage of their distraction and swiftly went to work on something that was guaranteed to distract him from the possibility of facing that evil bitch again.
Too late, the angels smelt his blood. Castiel immediately snarled in warning, "Dean!"
Too bad the warning came at the same time as Dean slapped his bloody palm in the center of the angel banishing sigil. He closed his eyes against his mate's cries of enraged pain and sighed heavily at Bobby's junkyard. He quickly closed his trunk and hurried into his driver's seat with the soft, heart-felt whisper, "So, so sorry, Cass."
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think.
Also – let me know which goddess you think is involved, if any.