Personal Jesus Chapter 44 The Family, a supernatural fanfic

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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Sorry for the delay but last week's episode completely bummed me out. I feel like they are ruining my two favorite characters (stars of this fic) and became very depressed. I am trying to have faith but it's getting more difficult every week. Think I'm actually going to write a letter this summer and hope TPTB pay attention for a change. – (climbs down from soapbox)

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NOTICE: All above warnings apply to this chapter! Read at your own risk.

Chapter 44 – The Family

Dean's first conscious sensation caused him to shudder with pleasure as oil slick feathers ghosted over his bare skin. He felt his erection, full and heavy, resting against his rounded abdomen. A loud, drawn out, wanton moan escaped as damp warmth encased his sensitive muscle then sucked him in deeply.

"Cas!" he gasped breathlessly while his eyes slid open and he saw his mate's mouth stretched around his thick cock while his mate's wings slowly caressed him. His hands moved up and buried themselves into Castiel's silky hair as Castiel proceeded to blow his mind by way of his cock. Castiel's tongue carefully mapped out all the pulsing veins in his cock while Dean tried to keep from thrusting his cock down his angel's throat.

"So good, Cas," Dean moaned blissfully, extremely relieved that Castiel was still there. The fact that Castiel currently was giving him an awesome blowjob was a lot of icing on a very tasty cake. Castiel's tongue dived into his cock slit and lapped up all the precum coming out. Dean groaned intently with heartfelt pleasure. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up and into the deepest recesses of Castiel's mouth this time.

Castiel moaned deliciously in response and Dean rolled his eyes at the vibrations that resounded through him as a result. Dean barely controlled his desire, even though every bit of him wanted to ride the coming orgasmic high. He panted and thrusted his hips again, going deeper this time. He met no resistance as Castiel allowed him to thrust erratically, beyond control, into his mate's mouth.

He gasped suddenly, moments later, as he couldn't hold his arousal back anymore. He shot his heavy load down his angel's throat, moaning erotically at the feel of Castiel swallowing around his sensitive cock head. He wearily thrusted one last time to prolong the awesome pleasure coursing through him. Finally, his hands fell away limply from Castiel's hair while he panted to get his breath back.

Castiel moved up his mate's body slowly, sliding his vessel's naked flesh seductively over Dean's. His busy wings continued to tease and torment his slightly shuddering mate. He captured Dean's swollen lips and sucked on them teasingly before he tugged them open and slid his tongue inside Dean's mouth to taste him again.

Dean moaned blissfully at the teasing play and tasted himself on his mate then felt his limp, empty cock attempt to rise to the occasion. He willed his arms to reach up and respond to his mate but his post-orgasmic body was so blissed out and relieved that even thinking was an ordeal. He moaned at Castiel's arousing movements as wings, lips and hands mapped out his body in excruciatingly pleasurable detail. He resolved to lie back and enjoy the lavish attention.

In no time, Castiel had him moaning and whimpering like the needy little slut he knew he was and Castiel hadn't even gotten below his baby bump yet. In fact, he was caressing it so reverently that every kiss he placed there only amped up his already throbbing arousal. It made him feel so, so very loved and horny. He'd never felt so much in such simple actions.

He spread his legs invitingly, offering himself up wholly to his mate, and moved his hips up in an attention demanding manner. He mewled wantonly as Castiel kissed the lower part of his bump, getting closer to the target arousal zone, "Cas, please. Want you. Need you. Please."

Castiel glanced up into Dean's glazed eyes and only then did Dean see the carefully hidden anger. Castiel stared intently into his mate's eyes then demanded, "Do you, Dean? Do you want me? Need me?"

"Yes," Dean whimpered brokenly, wondering what he had done wrong now. "Yes. Please, Cas."

Castiel lifted up slowly after one last kiss to their baby and place a very familiar object in Dean's hand then ordered firmly, "Put it on, Dean."

"Why?" Dean whispered hoarsely but moved to do it, knowing by now that he couldn't change Castiel's mind once it was set on this. "What did . . ."

Castiel knelt between Dean's spread legs with his hands braced on Dean's bent knees, keeping them spread open wide. He reached behind him to his oil glands and coated his fingers then reached down between Dean's legs as Dean clamped himself into the cock ring with a sad whimper.

In the next instant, Castiel abruptly shoved two fingers into Dean's needy hole. Dean bucked and moaned wantonly then automatically his knees raised up more, opening more of himself up to his mate. Castiel pressed his fingers in deeply and immediately went for Dean's pleasure spot while he explained tightly, "You think I didn't see what you were doing, Dean? I saw. I saw you try to use our child to escape. Even after, I told you that I would be there with you. I would take you anywhere. Anytime."

Castiel hit his prostate dead on, causing Dean to buck back onto Castiel's hand and drive his hips down to impale himself on his mate's hand. All the while, Dean panted breathlessly, "Sorry. Shit. Sorry. Damn it. Cas. Sorry. Didn't . . . fuck . . . didn't . . ."

Castiel closed his mind to his mate's begging and added another finger to work Dean open even more. He glanced away briefly then soothed Dean slightly, "Shhhh. Shhh. A little more." Castiel shoved his fingers inside his mate once more and felt Dean relax enough to open up. "There. That's it."

"Cas," Dean whimpered brokenly. "Didn't . . . mean . . . Didn't . . . think . . ."

"I know, Dean," Castiel admitted softly, "But that does not matter. I have to make sure you do think. Always. I cannot protect you otherwise." He pulled out his fingers and ignored Dean's desperate whine. He quickly oiled up the next item, knowing he didn't have much time. He positioned it at his mate's entrance and slowly inserted it.

Dean felt the tip press against him and knew it wasn't the real thing. He felt his mate slowly but firmly shove it deep inside him. He couldn't help the broken, wanton moan that leaked out the whole while he was penetrated and filled so completely. God, it felt so close, so much like the real thing. Only he could tell that it wasn't. Only he knew it wasn't going anywhere. His head fell back in frustrated defeat.

Castiel had to close his eyes and palm his own erection to avoid coming at the erotic sight and sounds of his mate. He leaned over once the entire length was firmly planted deep inside his mate and secured firmly into Dean's hole. He kissed his mate while he felt Dean pressed down against the solid, lifelike plug inside him. He whispered into Dean's ear, "You will never forget me again. Feel that deep inside you? It was made in my image and you will wear it until you feel me deep inside you always, even when I'm not there."

"Cas," Dean started to argue but Castiel put a finger over Dean's lips. It was slick and Dean couldn't stop his tongue from tasting Castiel's oil any more then he could stop himself from rocking back on the dildo made in the shape of Castiel's own cock. "Please," he begged around the finger that slipped into his mouth and he willingly cleaned thoroughly with his tongue and mouth. He mewled around Castiel's finger when he was done, "Promise."

Castiel slowly kissed him with all the love and tenderness he felt for his human but he knew he wasn't done yet. He had to make sure his mate never left him again so he had to continue this the way he had planned. He leaned back and told his mate, "Later. Right now, we are needed downstairs."

With that, Castiel leaned back and placed a soft leather jock strap over Dean's groin then ordered briskly, "Get dressed, Dean. We need to go now."

"Wh-What?" Dean wondered with dazed arousal and confusion. "What . . . shit, Cas. This is just mean."

Castiel arched an eyebrow then reached over and made Dean sit up, pressing the dildo even further into his mate. Dean groaned and clenched his ass around the pleasure giving tool inside him before he remembered once again that this activity wasn't going anywhere. He tried to stop a second clench and barely managed it. Then he realized that Castiel had feed him some of his wing oil, an aphrodisiac, and, man, he was so screwed.

Dean glared at Castiel and demanded irately, "What the hell are we needed for . . ."

"They have summoned Crowley," Castiel explained quickly, tossing Dean his clothes while Castiel's clothes materialized instantly on the angel's body.

Dean swiftly threw on his t-shirt and boxers. He was working on his jeans while he asked impatiently, "Why? Why summon that toad again?"

"To find out what he knows about Trinity," Castiel answered easily while he blinked Dean's socks and shoes on then turned to leave, only to be brought up short.

"Oh, hell, no," Dean exclaimed with dread. "Please tell me you are joking."

"No. Why?"

"If they start looking for her, she'll . . . damn it," Dean cursed irritably then tried to fix his jeans again, only to frown, then remember. He pulled out the charm Gabriel had given him and tossed it over his neck. Finally, he tried his jeans once more but they weren't even close to closing around his abdomen. He puzzled over that while Castiel asked his question.

"What's the problem this time, Dean?" Castiel demanded irritably.

"Jeans don't fit," Dean commented with extreme confusion. After all, they had fit well enough earlier. He knew he didn't grow that much over . . . wait, how long had he been asleep?

"Oh. Apologies," Castiel related then motioned with his hand and Dean felt his jeans close, secure and fit like normal, except for the groin which had enough room to not show his very evident hard on.

Only they weren't normal. He knew they weren't. He opened his mouth to ask a question but had to try it a couple of times before it finally escaped hoarsely, "Um, how – how long have you been doing that?"

"A couple of weeks," Castiel admitted dismissively before he redirected firmly, "What is the problem with looking for her?"

Dean ran a hand through his hair, determined not to mess it up by pulling it all out but it was a tough sell. He had just barely come to terms with the fact that he was indeed . . . God, it was still hard to say . . . pregnant. Now, his jeans . . . a couple of weeks . . .

'Holy shit,' Dean exclaimed in his head as he jumped in surprise when he felt the electricity and dildo vibrate deep inside him. His eyes flew wide with disbelief and stared at Castiel in sudden shock. Once again, he cursed his luck on finding such a huge dominant kink angel.

"I asked a question, Dean," Castiel reiterated firmly.

"How about every time we look for her, she finds us first," Dean snapped out irately. "How about she wants our child as payment for the hook up we asked for? How about it just isn't happening? Now are you through with this stupid punishment kink or are you trying to ruin what we have with this over-the-top dominance crap?"

"I am trying to keep you safe, Dean," Castiel snapped out irritably. "Only you are trying to thwart me at every turn. I will be through with this when you finally realize that I will always be with you, no matter what happens."

Dean exhaled harshly then turned and stormed out of the room, stating, "I might not be able to stop you but I sure as Hell can stop a damn crossroads demon, no matter how much he upgraded."

"Dean," Castiel questioned as he followed close behind his mate. "What's the harm in finding out what he knows?"

"I'm not going to debate this with you," Dean warned tightly as he rounded the upstairs banister and headed down the stairs.

"Dean."

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean snarled irately from outside the study, in the vicinity of the stairs. His voice was loud enough to cover the sound of him stomping down the stairs. "It's not happening. I don't give a crap about the rest of it."

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"Oh, come on," Crowley growled out in loud complaint as he appeared in the devil's trap in response to his summons. "I do have things to do, you know. Important things. Like everything else that doesn't have anything to do with you backwoods hillbillies." Crowley glared at Sam and Bobby before cutting his eyes to the angels in the room.

He sneered mockingly, "Besides, you have a whole God Squad at your service. What could you possibly want with little ol' me?"

"Information," Sam growled out bitingly. "Like how you set up Dean to begin with."

"Why . . . I never!" Crowley verified with ill-disguised fake innocence. "Moi?"

"Had to be you," Bobby countered gruffly. "There was no one else there besides Trinity."

"Trinity?" Crowley repeated with confused disbelief. "Never had the pleasure."

"The so-called demon that you couldn't control," Michael reminded him shortly.

"Oh, that," Crowley commented dismissively then paused thoughtfully. He frowned and cocked his head to the side then shot a confused glance up to the ceiling before he continued vaguely, "Good to know. I guess. But wasn't she . . . like disassembled . . . slaughtered . . . you know, utterly destroyed, like eons ago?"

"Apparently not," Michael bit back irritably.

"Just goes to show that all news reporting is biased and faulty. Father knows how suspect Dateline's reporting is. Our stuff barely managed a mention," Lucifer huffed out irritably then instructed primly. "History is recorded by the victors and dictators, you know."

"So what do you know about her?" Sam demanded forcefully, ignoring Lucifer's now very familar off track commentary.

"Not much," Crowley answered honestly, seeing no reason to lie about this.

"Oh, really?" Sam commented with obvious disbelief. "Why don't I believe that?"

"Look, Moose," Crowley snapped, only to have Gabriel cut him off.

"How did you know where Cas was going to be?" Gabriel asked abruptly. "I never questioned that because . . . well, just because. But you told me you knew exactly where he was going to be which meant you knew how to get him to the right place at the right time."

"I know things," Crowley replied vaguely with a nonchalant shrug.

"That's right," Sam observed dryly, pulling out the demon knife. "Play the savvy, secretive King of Hell. After all, I've been looking for something to . . . practice some anger management on."

Crowley eyed the taller Winchester warily, well aware of Sam's temper-related issues, then amended slightly, "Fine. Since you asked so . . . nicely. Asmo approached me, okay? Told me he had a secret surprise. Said that he knew something very special, very powerful, was about to happen, regarding my old partner-in-arms turned trench coated clad Benedict Arnold. Told me that I would definitely enjoy the show, in more ways than one, if I was so interested. How could I resist such an offer? Who would? Like I said. I know things. Considering you approached me soon after . . . well, I definitely wasn't missing out on that particular event."

"So, you honestly didn't know that Dean was there?" Bobby verified harshly.

"Not a clue, love," Crowley admitted honestly. "But, good ol' Asmo was definitely right. It was . . . quite a scene. Mind-searing, in fact. One for the record books even. YouTube viewers thank her very, very much while their techies curse their repeatedly downed site."

Crowley frowned slightly again and glanced up toward the ceiling once more before observing with an enormous smirk, "My. My. My. Someone's been a very, very bad boy from what I hear. Definitely being severely punished . . . Surprised no one has put a stop to it yet but then . . ." His eyes surveyed the room and spotted the white decorations hanging in the kitchen.

He smiled widely and snarked, "Aw, is someone getting punished? During his own party, even? Wow. Must have been a seriously bad boy . . . toy. Did he finger his angel cake's icing by chance?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Crowley trailed off on a tangent and asked, "Did . . . did my girl lose my invite? Again? Wow. Young kids . . . Hired help these days. I so have to fire her. Literally But I must gracefully decline if Mr. Macho Narcissist with overwhelming daddy issues invited me."

"He didn't," Sam stated adamantly. "And, you aren't. Invited, that is."

"Oh, well," Crowley responded with wide eyes and raised eyebrows then smiled wickedly, "In that case, wild horses couldn't drag me away and so on. Pray continue. I'm all ears. Here to help, and all that."

"Wait. What?" Sam stammered slightly. "Punished? What? Who's . . ."

"Dean," Castiel started but Dean ignored him as Dean drew up shortly at the sight of Crowley in the study.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Dean bit out harshly, completely out of patience with . . . well, every freakin' thing.

"Well, well, well. If it's not the lovely mother . . . oh, um, father-to-be," Crowley crowed mockingly then he frowned slightly. "About to hit the maternity section, are we? Guess you're going to have to forego those skin tight jeans that show off that 'sweet' ass you're so proud of. Guess that's about to disappear as well come to think of it. About to go wide load, are we?"

Dean glared menacingly and taunted, "At least I have something to show off and I didn't have to make a freakin' demon deal for it, douchebag. Now crawl your demon ass out of here and back under whatever toadstool you oozed out from."

"Would but . . ." Crowley trailed off as he slowly looked down toward the devil's trap he was currently trapped in.

"Screw that," Dean muttered darkly while he scuffed out part of the circle.

"Hey! Wait!" Sam argued heatedly then huffed irritably at Dean totally ignoring him, "I wasn't done yet."

Crowley swiftly materialized a chair and some of his favorite scotch, 'Craig, aged thirty years, at least'. He sat down as he took a long sip and offered generously, "Oh, please, Sam, continue. After all, we can't celebrate the newlyweds' . . . wedded . . . bliss? (Is it?) until this situation is resolved."

"What the . . ." Dean exclaimed with affronted outrage, only to trail off disconcertedly. "You aren't invited! Besides, we're not . . . there's no celebrat- . . . I mean, we're not . . . going to . . . there's just . . . not . . . oh . . . son of a . . . hell . . ." Dean trailed off with a low, throaty growl. His face grew so brightly flushed that he caused some worry to the others in the room, mainly Sam and Bobby.

"Dean?" Bobby questioned with a great deal of worry. He saw Dean closed his eyes and shudder slightly. "You'd better have a seat, son. Looks like you're about to stroke out, or have a heart attack."

"Well, he's definitely having an attack," Balthazar observed dryly.

"What did he do?" Lucifer leaned over and prodded Gabriel quietly.

Gabriel shook his head and allowed uncomfortably, "All I saw was his Grace headed to a place that should never have his Grace. Or, at least, not in public. Especially not in front of me. Ever."

"Judging by the boy toy's reaction, I have to agree with Gabe," Michael added with amused disgust.

Lucifer pursed his lips thoughtfully and commented, "So is it a reward or punishment?" They all shrugged noncommittally. "Well, he's not objecting too much to it so what? 40-60 torture?"

"Is it torture if it is something that he quite willingly signed up for?" Balthazar replied cynically.

Dean clenched his teeth, steadfastly ignoring the others in the room. He couldn't believe that Castiel just did that. In front of people, no less. In front of Sam. Bobby. He glared at his mate while he desperately attempted to stop the chain reaction going on within his body.

At the first feel of those satiny panties back encasing his sensitive groin, he automatically clenched up in reaction, tightening his channel around the plug Castiel had left inside him as a 'pointed' reminder, and punishment. That reaction only caused his already engorged cock to throb and pulse even more within its ringed prison, starting the whole cycle again. His furrowed brow broke out in another sweat as he slowly parted his lips to breathe through his unfulfilled arousal before he completely embarrassed himself.

He glared into his mate's eyes and demanded irately, very thankful he didn't have to actually speak at the moment, 'What the hell, Cas?' He honestly didn't think he could talk at the moment. It was all he could do to keep the needy, desperate moan deep inside his throat.

'Your blood pressure was climbing too high. It wasn't good for you or the baby. I needed to distract you,' Castiel answered simply.

Dean blinked at him with disbelief then finally challenged harshly, not believing that excuse for a moment, 'And how exactly is my blood pressure now?'

Castiel cocked his head slightly as he assessed his mate once again then answered with slight smugness and a hint of cockiness, 'Better.'

Dean's eyes widened with disbelief then he saw mischief sparkle in Castiel's eyes so he quickly turned away, not wanting to give Castiel any more of an advantage than he already had by maintaining their psychic link. Dean closed his eyes briefly with his head down and took a deep, steadying breath. He opened his eyes and saw everyone staring at him. He nervously cleared his throat and drawled out slowly with a hint of uneasiness, "Wha- what's everyone looking at me for?"

"Just trying to figure it out, Deano," Lucifer piped up readily.

Bobby ignored him and questioned intently, "Are you alright, Dean?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm . . . fine," Dean dismissed quickly with an embarrassed flush then jumped slightly at the touch of Castiel's wing on his marked shoulder.

'Yes, you are,' Castiel's voice purred in confirmation with seductive certainty throughout his mind.

Dean shivered from delicious arousal and quickly shook Castiel's wing off him for the sake of what was left of his sanity then asked against his better judgment, simply because he didn't have the brain power to think up anything else, "Trying to figure what out?" He would always blame Castiel, endorphins and hormones for that lapse ever after.

"Whether you're going to simply pass out or give us another 'Deana Erotica'," Lucifer explained wickedly with blatant teasing and eyebrow wiggling. "Oh, oh, oh, I vote for the latter," he announced energetically with his hand raised high in the air.

Dean was positive that one, that a face palm wouldn't even begin to do justice to this massive clusterfu- and, two, that the irritating devil was about to start jumping up and down any minute so he quickly turned away, wiping a hand down his face and really trying to calm down his deeply red face. He closed his eyes a moment and felt a slow, feathery caress against his sensitive parts. He snapped his eyes over to Castiel and glared with the harsh thought, 'I hate you so much right now!'

Castiel arched his eyebrow and Dean felt the deep throated growl that sounded in his mind as Castiel let him feel his mate's pleasure flow through him. Dean quickly averted his eyes. Castiel's new torture kink was going to be the death of him as he felt the spasms coursing through him again and mentally repeated the process of shutting them down. All the while, it took all the discipline he had left not to whine and pant like the needy, desperate bitch Castiel once again proved that he was. He growled out with a hint of desperation, 'So not helping, angel!'

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam snapped during the uneasy silence, once Sam realized that Dean wasn't going to say anything. "Why . . ."

Dean spun around and snapped back, glad to have an outlet for some of his built up . . . frustration, "Why? Why, Sam? Because that's what I want. I've told you before that I don't want to find the bitch again and guess what, looking for her makes her come after me. I. Don't. Want. That. Okay? Are we clear?"

"But, Dean . . ."

"No, Sam! Just no," Dean insisted adamantly. "Besides, this asshat doesn't know squat. He's just the Go-To to get to us." Dean motioned to him and Castiel.

"Well, I nev-," Crowley started to protest with affront.

"What do you mean, boy?" Bobby demanded assertively, both to distract the brothers from another fight and to find out what exactly Dean knew about all this. "If you're hiding more stuff from me, so help me . . . I'll definitely turn you over my knee, no matter how big you are."

Dean closed his eyes tightly at that remembered torture session which the threat sparked off. He felt his body spasm again in response to the equally memorable ending of that particular session. He sucked in air through his teeth with an unintentional soft whistle.

"Wow, Robert," Crowley commented with some awe. "I've never seen you so . . ."

"Cut that crap out right the hell now!" Dean bit out tightly at Crowley, unable to handle that, even in teasing, at the moment, and then demanded, "Sammy. Knife."

He held out his hand but Sam shook his head and argued, "Answer the question first, Dean."

"What question?" Dean growled irritably, having a very hard time staying focused on anything but the ending of this prolonged punishment. Stupid freakin' kinky angel . . .

"Dean," Castiel warned with ominous intent behind him then ordered firmly, "Calm yourself."

Dean glared slightly at nothing then took a shaky deep breath and attempted to do as Castiel 'asked' to avoid more . . . He honestly didn't think he could take anymore. His hot skin was already so sensitive that he thought it was going to burst open. He felt the plug shift slightly within him and knew what his mate was doing. Freakin' angel was going to drive him insane before this interrogation was over.

"Dean," Bobby called out softly with concern.

Dean drew in a deep breath then explained swiftly, wanting to be with Castiel as soon as possible, "Look, king of the douchebags here didn't know squat or he would have lorded it over us long ago. Bragged about his 'friends' in high places and crap. Plus, we are talking a creature of legend . . ."

"Who is legendary," Lucifer added wryly.

Dean continued as if no one had spoken, "who is more powerful than him. Why would she tell any of them, or us, what her plan was? After all, she doesn't really need them, especially being . . . so very powerful and all . . . wait . . ." He sensed that he was about to figure this out. Something important was right at the tip of his tongue, the edge of his brain, the . . .

"Only she told you," Michael pointed out knowingly.

Dean completely froze slightly in sudden confusion. All thoughts fled his mind in an instant. Finally, he swallowed thickly and argued hoarsely, "No, she . . . she . . . didn't . . ."

"Oh, please," Gabriel countered quickly. "That hesitation right there was more than enough, Deano."

"Not to mention, the fact that you apparently know her, oh, so well," Balthazar added intently.

"No, I don't," Dean insisted firmly. "And I didn't . . . hesitate . . . because of . . . that."

"No, of course, you didn't," Lucifer agreed supportively with an extremely wicked smile then he leaned over and whispered conspiratorially. "I heard the buzz. Or, you know, buzz . . . er." Then he winked knowingly at Dean. "And Cassie's Grace . . . keeping you warm there, Deano? Or are you more . . . hot . . ."

"Oh, gross," Sam complained with very obvious disgust as he took a huge step back, finally catching on to all the innuendos.

Dean's head fell forward in utter defeat then he turned and glared into Castiel's eyes, demanding, 'Is this on the agenda as well? Embarrassing the crap out of me.'

'No, but it is keeping you calmer,' Castiel answered smugly. 'Not much longer. You know I will take care of you, baby. Real . . . good . . . care of you.'

Dean closed his eyes briefly at that comforting knowledge and the gentle ghost of wings across his cheeks. Unfortunately, Lucifer's voice abruptly broke the mood. Dean rolled his eyes before turning around with blazing hot cheeks, flushed with embarrassment.

"Oooh, it's getting good now," Lucifer commented enthusiastically around his magically manifested lollipop. "Wings are engaged. Seats everyone. Showtime!"

"Cas," Dean called out quietly without turning around.

"It's better if you face him, De- . . ."

Lucifer's voice abruptly cut off as Castiel telekinetically shoved a dirty sock into Lucifer's vessel's mouth. Duct tape quickly appeared and covered the vessel's mouth before wrapping itself around the vessel's head repeatedly. Lucifer started choking due to the lollipop lodged down his throat in the process.

"Hey." Bobby snapped irritably then ordered tightly, "Leave Dean alone, feather heads. You, too, Angel boy," he growled at Castiel. "Some things have to be answered and we need to plan. Then, and only then, you two can . . . work out . . . your . . . 'issues'. Got it?"

"'Got it'?" Castiel repeated curiously. "Got what? What is 'it'?"

Dean smiled slightly, unable to help himself. It was such a classic Castiel reaction and a huge part of what he loved about his angel that he could easily see Castiel's reaction without even turning around. Dean answered easily for his angel, "Yeah, he's got it, Bobby."

"And, boy toy there is going to get it," Crowley chuckled with wicked amusement.

Dean growled low in his throat before Michael interrupted his murderous thoughts, "Dean, what do you know about all this because we all really need to be on the same page, if we are in this together?"

"How are we in this together when you and your little bro turned twisted sister there want me and Cas strung up ten ways 'til Sunday?" Dean bit back with sarcastic disbelief.

Michael smiled widely with a hard glint in his eyes before he admitted easily, "Oh, we'll still get that. Later. Right now, though, we have to figure out what is going on so that we can move on . . . to the more . . . fun . . . stuff."

Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation but Sam took off and questioned, "What has she said to you, Dean?"

"I don't know," Dean automatically protested.

"Dean, you spent hours with her that first time," Sam argued with grim determination.

"Which I don't remember at all," Dean objected strenuously, blacking out all the vague, disturbing images of his torture. He wasn't lying. He remembered images and the feel of what was done to him, in part, but absolutely no talking. No information that would possibly be pertinent to anyone. "Not at damn thing from the time we went to her place on that hunt until I woke up with Cas days later, when you called the first time."

"But you still know more about her? How?" Balthazar insisted adamantly.

Gabriel stared thoughtfully at Dean then remembered and prodded slowly, "You said that she bit you before the summoning. When before? Like, right before?"

Everyone stared at him, gauging his reaction he knew. Even so, he couldn't help his self-conscious flinch. Sam demanded irately, "When, Dean?"

Dean glared at him and huffed out irritably, "Right before. She froze the freakin' room. Everyone. And, I mean, every freakin' one. Even the archs were immobilized."

"I knew I felt something," Gabriel hissed out irately. "What did she want?"

Dean fought his instinct to glance at Castiel as he answered shortly, "To know why we were summoning her. She didn't have to respond to it if she didn't want to."

"Then why did she?" Michael questioned abruptly, not, at all, comfortable with where this was headed.

"For fun," Dean replied tightly before adding sarcastically. "Thought you were so much smarter than us hairless apes. How did you not figure that out?"

"There's more," Gabriel observed thoughtfully. "A lot more. So, Deano, what deal have you made this time?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at him and evaded firmly, "What the hell are you talking about? What deal?"

"She had you," Gabriel pointed out harshly. "And Cassie. She apparently can do anything she wants so why not just take you both then and there? Why draw it out?"

"To prove that she can do it whenever she wants, no matter who is present," Castiel answered easily for Dean. "After all, she stopped us all easily enough." The other angels glared at Castiel who stared back unaffected because everyone knew he was right.

"Okay," Michael drawled out but prodded relentlessly, "So why draw it out? She has to be waiting on something. For some . . ." He trailed off staring at Dean, specifically Dean's baby bump. "She wants the baby."

"What? No!" Dean startled slightly then denied firmly. "No. No one's touching my baby. It's mine! What the hell . . . Go have your own God- . . ." he trailed off, remembering the company he was in, and quickly corrected, "Have your own freakin' rugrat?"

"What?" Michael asked in confusion at the stuttered gibberish Dean was spouting then turned to look at Lucifer and Balthazar to see if they had followed what had just happened.

"Dean," Castiel called out and moved in front of his mate who was running a hand over his face and hair. He cocked his head and questioned softly, "Are you okay?"

Dean stared into his mate's eyes and hissed out mentally, 'Too close. They are too freakin' . . .' He felt the hysterical need to laugh mindlessly. In a panic, he insisted quickly, 'We need to leave. Now!'

"Yatzee," Sam observed dully with dread.

"Yeah," Bobby agreed wryly. "I'd say that was a direct hit."

"Aw, I think you sank his battleship," Lucifer observed sadly but with wry humor. "Way to go, Mikey! Fist bump! Come on. You know you want to . . ." Lucifer held out his fist and Michael eyed it for a long moment before he let out a resigned sigh and reluctantly followed along with Lucifer's request. He then turned away to hide a slight smile which Gabriel arched an eyebrow at before also checking on the main couple in the room.

Meanwhile, Lucifer rose up a leg and bent over slightly pulling a fist back then mouthing a shouted, 'Yes!'

Castiel sent soothing feelings through their bond and ordered firmly, 'Calm down, Dean. Breathe. Slowly. We'll figure this out.'

'Tired, Cas,' Dean finally admitted with great reluctance.

'Soon,' Castiel promised intently then turned to see what else was going on.

"So, she's after the baby, why?" Sam picked up the conversation, determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Nephs are powerful," Balthazar pointed out meaningfully. "Raise one and you have a powerful weapon against, well, almost everything. Only thing that is definitely more powerful is an anti-christ."

"My baby isn't . . .," Dean started then felt Castiel's wing on his shoulder. He glanced over and saw Castiel shake his head slightly. He frowned in response but followed Castiel's lead since it was his brothers.

"Dean," Gabriel instructed patiently, "You have been impregnated by an angel while both of you were infected by a cross-bred monster from way before our time. Not only that but you are also a human male who should have miscarried from it by now, except you aren't, so exactly how are you keeping it in a body that was never built for that?"

"And you only thought you were growing female parts," Lucifer taunted knowingly with a weak flip of his wrist.

Gabriel continued as if his brother had never spoken, "We've all seen the baby's power. It's even teleported you, more than once. Now are you really going to stand there and tell us that your baby is perfectly normal? Seriously?"

"No," Dean argued lamely. "Not normal. But it is mine," he asserted staunchly. "Any of you asshats got a problem with that?" Dean challenged forcefully, staring at each member of the group in turn. When he got to Sam, he reinforced firmly, "That goes for you, too, Sammy. Problem?"

"And if we do?" Balthazar challenged casually in return. "What then?"

Dean shot his eyes over to Balthazar and returned firmly with a nonchalant shrug, "I'll leave."

"We'll leave," Castiel corrected harshly with a slight glare at his mate who was ignoring him. So Castiel reinforced his displeasure with another hard shove against Dean's butt plug and wrapped his wings around his mate. With his wings circling Dean's body in such a manner, it was harder for his brothers to see exactly where Castiel stroked and caressed Dean through his clothes then centered his attention over his mate's soft, satin clad groin.

Dean jumped slightly then swore under his breath which trailed off to a weak whimper that was almost a mewl, "Son of a . . . shit!" He leaned forward and braced himself against the side of Bobby's desk. His head hung limply while he breathed to control his suddenly raging body. He'd been able to ignore it while his mind was distracted but Castiel's irritation at him brought it all back to the surface.

"Ooooh," Lucifer exclaimed slowly as he finally understood. "It's a training technique. Wow. Hey, Mikey . . ."

"Don't even think about it," Michael cautioned quickly. "We don't have that kind of relationship and you know it." Lucifer pouted heavily at him and Michael rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"So the question is," Balthazar redirected abruptly, "what to do about the baby?"

Dean's head shot up and he growled in time with his mate. Castiel's wings flared out aggressively at the implied threat to his child. Castiel reached out and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, fully prepared to take his family far away from danger, any danger.

"Cassie!" Gabriel snapped out imperatively. "Stop." He barely got it out before Castiel flew off with his family. He saw Castiel's wings rippling with agitation and knew he didn't have much time. He also saw Dean's hand reach up and hold Castiel's hand tightly to his shoulder. They were both ready to bolt and he honestly couldn't blame them.

Gabriel swiftly flew in between the couple and the rest of the room, showing everyone where he stood, both literally and figuratively. He demanded quietly, "What exactly are you implying, Balthazar?"

"I'm simply implying that we have to figure out what to do with the, uh, what did he call it? Uh, rugrat?" Balthazar replied seriously. "Horrible name, by the way. I mean, we all know what was done historically and we know this creature wants it. So what are we going to do about it?"

"Kill the angel spawn, obvious," Michael responded dryly. Castiel's wings rustled loudly but Gabriel motioned for Castiel to hold back once again. Castiel kept his eyes on his older brothers as he waited impatiently.

Lucifer quickly piped up with his completely unsolicited critique, "Oh, come on, Mikey. At least, make it sound halfway believable. That had absolutely no conviction in it whatsoever."

"What are you saying, Mikey?" Balthazar questioned curiously.

"What do you want us to do? Seriously? You tried to stab it with an angel sword and the sword didn't even dent its 'force field'. Sam tried to stab it with their 'demon' knife and, once again, 'baby bump' won. I know our history but we have never encountered this and you know it," Michael rattled off with exasperation.

"Obviously," Balthazar readily agreed.

Everyone stared at each other while the bemused couple and humans looked on in confusion. Finally, Lucifer huffed out irritably, "Wait. What do you mean we're not going to kill the rugrat? Oh, how disappointing." He paused for a moment then called out excitedly, "Ooooh, ooh, I get to name it!"

"In your dreams, asshat," Dean snarled defensively, wondering what the hell was going on. He felt like he missed something very important and he honestly wasn't real sure that he was comfortable with whatever that was. He turned to Gabriel and demanded tautly, "What the hell just happened here?"

Gabriel turned to face him with a huge smirk on his face before he explained smugly, "You, and the baby, have just been accepted into the family. Congrats."

Dean stared at him with wide, completely uncomprehending eyes and stammered slightly, "Wha-Wa-Wh-What?"

Gabriel laughed right into his face while Castiel explained patiently, "There is no easy way to get to our baby plus no angel really wants to reenact that part of our history. Considering the differences involved in our baby's conception and the fact that truthfully no one here is completely positive what the child's heritage is, they are willing to wait and see what happens after the baby is born."

"In the meantime," Balthazar continued, "we will all watch out for Trinity because she isn't getting our nephew. After all, we don't get to say that too often."

Dean's eyes widened in shock but still managed to plaster a fake, pleased smile on his face and commented as graciously as he could, "Oh, joy. Great. Awesome. More the merrier."

Dean flinched and jumped in surprise as Lucifer tooted a party blow horn right in his left ear and yelled cheerfully, "Here comes the bride."

"Ah . . . and there it is," Crowley crowed gleefully. "That's the money shot! The expression that makes the whole wait so completely worthwhile."

White rice rained down on Dean's head and Lucifer sang loudly in his ear while he turned to glare at Castiel with his left eye twitching spasmodically.

"Oh, Cassie, can I shove the cake into Dean's face? Please? Please? Please?" Lucifer pleaded with excessive enthusiasm.

In the background, Crowley directed with wry amusement, "And . . . scene."

- SPN - SPN -

What do you think? Believable? Or highly suspicious and suspect? Everyone believe they are one big family?

(Uh, oh, just had a vision of Lucifer singing, 'We are family' by the Pointer sisters - Face palm). I so need sleep now but am afraid to close my eyes after that.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think.