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.

I need to apologize ahead of time. I don't think this is my best but it is the best that I can do right now with life being such a pain at the moment. In the words of Chuck from "Swan Song", endings are a major pain in the a**!

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Chapter 46 – The End

"Dean!"

A concerned, unified chorus exclaimed through the kitchen as the unfrozen occupants spotted Dean's damaged slumped form by the busted pantry door. Sam and Bobby immediately moved toward it but Castiel was there with a thought. He swiftly squatted down and put a hand on Dean's slightly bleeding forehead to assess his mate's condition.

"What the hell happened?" Sam exclaimed with obvious concern.

"Trinity," Castiel answered shortly with a concerned frown. Gabriel appeared on Dean's other side, leaving Bobby and Sam to stand helplessly beside Dean's sprawled legs. Castiel glanced up at his brother and informed them, "He had a major concussion. I have healed it." He moved his hand to Dean's abdomen and waited for their child to respond.

Several seconds later, Sam jumped in surprise as Lucifer exclaimed loudly in Castiel's ear, "Well? Are we still uncles or what? Don't keep us in suspense. Always hated all that cliffhanger nonsense. Stupid suspense crap generated to keep up your interest peeked for the next tidbit for, like anywhere from a week to freakin' months."

"Oh. I know. Let's throw a much beloved character into the worst possible situation ever like, say, Purgatory, alone, and then let the viewers stew over it for next four months while they drive themselves to the brink of insanity with all the possibilities. We are talking all out chaos. Dogs and cats living together. Mass Hysteria. Come on. I thought entertainment was supposed to lower blood pressure, not raise it."

"Actually, that is a really great torture," Lucifer finally realized ruminatively.

Completely ignoring yet another of his arch-brother's rants, Castiel's eyes swiftly found Gabriel's and stated with dread, "The baby is in danger. Its heartbeat is too erratic. Something happened to it."

"What? What happened to it?" Sam demanded.

Castiel didn't even blink as he answered absently, "I don't know, Sam." Then he commanded Gabriel, "Gabriel. Upstairs. Now." Gabriel nodded then all three of them, the two angels and Dean, disappeared.

"Wait. What . . ." Sam trailed off unhappily as they totally ignored his question.

Sam stared at Bobby who shook his head slightly then comforted Sam as best he could. He advised confidently, "If there's anything that can help your brother right now, it's those two."

"Hey, wait for me," Lucifer called out petulantly.

In the next instant, Michael had a firm hand on Lucifer warning, "I don't think so, Luce. You're not known for your healing nature."

"Neither is Gabriel," Lucifer pouted aggressively.

"He's still better at it than you," Balthazar argued firmly before quickly shifting their attention. "I don't know about you two but I'm getting seriously tired of these time holds."

"You're telling me!" Lucifer shrieked slightly, swiftly jumping on the new bandwagon. "I keep missing all the good stuff. I mean, look at that door. Imagine the amount of force Dean flew through that with. That had to be awesome! I always miss the really good violence."

Balthazar gave him a slightly disbelieving, slightly 'what the hell' look before pressing on. "Exactly. Perhaps it would be to our benefit took look for a trail, or clues, or something."

"Oh, oh, oh, like CSI," Lucifer enthused readily. "Love that show! Although Criminal Minds has a lot more fun socio-psychopaths. Anyway, I call Lead Detective. No, wait. What was his name? Gris? Gizzle? No. Grissom? Yeah. That's it. I'm Grissom. You, Mikey, are Sarah since they have that . . . 'thing' together and Balthy is Katherine because they are both extremely stuck up and . . . prissy. Now, let's get jiggy with it." With that, Lucifer dispersed to scout the area ethereally with Michael closely following.

Balthazar rolled his eyes and commented wryly, "Cassie so owes me for this crap. Katherine, indeed. I am so totally, obviously Nick." Then he too departed.

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In the upstairs guest bedroom, Dean's unconscious form laid on the bed with Gabriel and Castiel standing on both sides. Gabriel studied Dean then asked Castiel, "So what's news? What do you need from me?"

Castiel knelt on the bed near Dean's abdomen as he explained briefly, "You are here to help me. Heal Dean's body while I work on the baby. If the baby starts feeding on me, you need to pull me away after it gets enough. It doesn't know when to let go yet."

"If?" Gabriel asked for clarification uncertainly as he moved up near Dean's head.

Castiel placed his hand over Dean's abdomen and focused his grace to help their baby. He answered briskly, "It hasn't responded to anything yet. I . . . It . . ." He swallowed thickly, not wanting to voice his fear.

Gabriel cut him off and encouraged, "Focus, Cassie, and get to work. We have a family to save. Right?" Castiel cast a brief smile of gratitude toward his brother who almost responded in kind but then frowned slightly and rolled his eyes.

He informed Castiel quickly, "The Odd Couple and Balthy just left. Hurry, Cassie. I will keep watch. For everything." Castiel nodded then focused all his attention on helping Dean and their baby through this, confident that his older brother would hold off all threats.

After a long while, about the time Castiel almost gave up hope, he finally felt the softest brush against his grace then it yanked him in greedily. He gasped in pained surprise but held strong, knowing that their baby needed this immensely. He only hoped that Gabriel could pull him out at the right time.

Gabriel noticed the pained expression on his brother's face and laid a hand on Castiel's shoulder to gauge the healing process. He knew that adding his grace to the baby could easily put them both in danger so there was no other way to monitor things than by observing through Castiel's form. He heard Dean let out a pained groan and curl into a fetal position, facing his mate. By then he saw what was actually wrong. Dean was miscarrying because the baby had almost been ripped from the womb. The placenta was only being held on by a single tissue fiber.

'What's the freakin' delay already!" Lucifer demanded irritably as he popped into the room completely unannounced and unwelcome. "It never took me this long to heal anyone, except when I wasn't really healing them and I was slowly. . .

"I told you to stay downstairs, Luce," Michael growled as he appeared next to his "mate" brother.

Gabriel forced part of his grace to flow through Castiel to help with the healing process and gritted out irritably, "Downstairs. Now. Miscarriage."

Balthazar appeared on the other side of Lucifer in time to help Michael corral the annoying devil downstairs. Both angels grabbed each of Lucifer's arms simultaneously. All three angels disappeared abruptly, leaving the two brothers to work on Dean.

Gabriel sensed that they had done all that they could and it was up to Dean and baby now. He pulled his hand off Castiel then firmly removed Castiel's hand as well. Castiel sagged bonelessly against his mate, completely drained. Gabriel quickly snapped his fingers so that Castiel was lying beside Dean. He made sure they were both asleep before snapping himself out of the room. Only time would tell at this point.

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Dean breathed in deeply, feeling completely relaxed and enjoying it, while his curious eyes slowly blinked open. He instantly recognized Bobby's guest room ceiling. It took him a moment to figure out why he was here and what was going on.

It all flooded back to him quickly and his hands immediately moved to his rounded abdomen. He waited for a sign that his baby was okay. Instead he felt another hand grab his. He turned his head to spy his mate's tousled bed hair framing Castiel's beautiful face.

"It will be okay, Dean," Castiel reassured him gently. "You almost miscarried but Gabriel and I fixed it before the damage was too severe."

"Thank God," Dean sighed with heavy relief. He saw Castiel cock his head to the side with obvious surprised curiosity. "And you," Dean quickly amended. His tongue wet his lips self-consciously. "And Gabriel." Castiel smiled softly then leaned forward and leisurely kissed his mate's damp lips.

Dean let out a greatly relieved sigh before he reached up and grabbed Castiel's dark silky hair. He easily parted his lips and let Castiel's tongue thoroughly taste him. Castiel deepened the kiss which deepened Dean's pleasure as well as brought back to the surface all the previous desire he had built up due to his mate's last torture session. He allowed a deeply pleasured moan to escape his control. Unfortunately, it resulted in a less than desirable move on his mate's part.

Castiel pulled back and stared deep into his mate's eyes with a gentle smile. He reassured Dean, "I'd love to continue this, Dean, but it is an extremely bad idea right now. You almost miscarried. You need rest, bed rest specifically, so that the healing we did will take a hold. Otherwise . . ."

Dean sighed heavily with a hint of weary reluctance, "I know. I know. But, that doesn't mean that I don't remember all of the crap you did to me earlier. Speaking of, you might want to get rid of all that stuff now."

Castiel's opened slightly wider while he responded wickedly, "Says who?"

"Me," Dean insisted firmly. "Look, Cas, you aren't the only one who wants answers and I'm not going to keep retelling the same story so they'll have to come in here. I'm not going to have a repeat of downstairs when I don't freakin' deserve it. Feel me?"

Castiel narrowed his eyes slightly in response to Dean's sudden bossiness but drawled out generously, "I do feel you and see your point but I will still make sure the lesson is learned. Do you feel me, Dean?" Dean swallowed thickly, even as he nodded jerkily, so Castiel agreed easily, "Very well."

Castiel tossed the covers back and touched Dean's pants, magically removing both his jeans and boxers. At the sight of Dean's half hard erection, he cocked an eyebrow at his mate who flushed and argued defensively, "You kissed me. Remember? What the hell did you expect? Not to mention the ring is still on me."

Castiel smirked cockily then ordered with his sexy voice, "Open wide, Dean. Spread yourself wide open for me."

Dean rolled his eyes then swallowed a disappointed groan at the knowledge that his mate would soon be in the perfect pleasure position when there was nothing they could do about it. He spread his bent legs as wide open as he could for Castiel. He mentally tried to stop his blood from heating up and filling his already half-aroused cock then felt his mate move away from his side. He closed his eyes at the depression of the mattress between his legs. He knew if he looked down there, he would spot Castiel's, oh, so blue eyes peering at him over his now full erect cock. Unable to help himself, he checked and found he was once again, very correct.

"Crap," he cursed weakly and let his head fall back onto the pillow, knowing that it was going to be very difficult to get rid of his erection while the cock ring was still around it. "Son of a . . ." He huffed out softly and closed his eyes to force himself to think of anything but the predicament that he was now in.

Castiel smirked at his despondent mate and thought for a moment before he placed a hand over Dean's abdomen. He noticed that Dean's eyes immediately locked with his as he monitored their baby. Feeling a steady heartbeat echo through the grace-induced uterus, Castiel decided to give his mate some much needed relief.

He answered his mate's unvoiced but clearly communicated question easily, "It rests easy at the moment. It is very tired from the trauma." He slowly moved his hand down from Dean's abdomen in a soft caress. His gentle hand trailed through the springy blond hairs covering Dean's groin and felt his mate's muscles tense in response and preparation.

He still had Dean's eyes trapped in a silent staring contest so he mentally warned, 'No, Dean. You have to be very still. No movement whatsoever.'

Dean whimpered wantonly aloud, "Cas."

Castiel arched an eyebrow and used his nearly replenished grace to hold Dean's body down. Dean's skin tingled in response to the now familiar grace-filled bonds which caused him to whined slightly, knowing it was no use, but also knowing he was going to enjoy whatever it was that Castiel was about to do to him very, very much. Castiel sent a few erotic images through their bond reassuring him.

'I will do what you want but you have to be very still. We don't want to disrupt the baby anymore,' Castiel reinforced firmly. 'This time, you will only be allowed to relax and enjoy.'

Dean's eyes fluttered, uncertain whether to stay open or close, when Castiel's mouth abruptly engulfed the head of Dean's swollen cock head. Dean moaned low in his throat and desperately wanted to bury his hands into Castiel's silky hair. While Castiel continued to torment him with his kittenish licks up and down Dean's throbbing erection, Dean knew he was about to lose his ever-loving mind as all his previous arousals shot straight to the top of his head, both literally and figuratively.

He tried to buck his hips up and thrust into that delicious warm cavern but Castiel's grace wouldn't allow even that so all he could do was close his eyes to try and calm his body down. His panting only worsened while Castiel lapped at and sucked his cock like it was a long-denied, favorite flavored lollipop. His legs trembled with pent up desire but the stupid cock ring kept his orgasm at bay.

"Please, Cas," he begged with a hoarsely strained whisper.

Castiel opened his eyes to stare at Dean with those deep oceans of blue while he drove his tongue into the slit on top of Dean's sensitive cock, lapping up all the precum that leaked out. Dean's body trembled and shook more in response to that intensely pleasurable feeling. Castiel could tell that his mate was coming undone between the earlier punishments, the near death experience and now this. He knew that Dean couldn't take much more while he strained to thrash and wither under Castiel's onslaught.

Dean whimpered again when he felt Castiel's newest toy leave his back entrance extremely empty. He vaguely heard his mate console him. "Shush, baby, I'll give you what you need. All you need to do is be still and enjoy it."

He barely bit back the scream of pleasure when he felt his mate's full length surged into him, completely fill his aching emptiness. He so wanted to buck up and impale himself on his mate's thick, throbbing cock. He desperately needed to move but his mate's stupid dom control kink was going to kill him first.

"Move, damnit," he gritted out harshly while sweat beaded on his flush, strained face.

Castiel arched an eyebrow at Dean then cautioned lazily, "Only because you are . . . 'under the weather' right now will I obey." He pulled almost all the way out then thrusted forward, driving as deep as he could within his mate's welcoming body. He felt Dean's body pulse and throb around his thick, sensitive cock. He growled out tightly, "Damn, Dean, even after having that plug in you that whole time, you are still so tight and clingy. Your body gripes my cock so firmly, milking me. You love my cum so much."

"God, yes. Yes, Cas. Fuck," Dean admitted readily then cursed and begged mindlessly. "Please, Cas. Let me go. Need . . . need to touch . . . feel."

"No, Dean," Castiel argued firmly but he sped up his pace, knowing that he couldn't linger as long as he wanted to. "You can touch later," He promised breathlessly while he drove firmly into his mate without going overboard. He was well aware of the baby's precarious health and kept that in in forefront of his mind as much as he could with his sensual mate under him. Even so, he moaned deliciously at the heat flowing into him from his, oh, so willing mate.

Dean groaned at the feeling traveling down his spine and throughout his body. He knew he was almost there. His orgasm swiftly approached so he panted out pleadingly, "Cas. Damn. So close. Close. Please. Please, Cas. Let it go."

Castiel felt himself almost there as well so he reached in between the two of them and unlatched the ring. A couple of thrust later, Dean growled heatedly through clenched teeth. His growl quickly turned into a heartfelt groan as his orgasm blasted through him, hard and fast. Ribbons of white hot cum squirted in between them, marking them both equally, as Castiel leaned over and kissed him, hard and dirty, right before he felt Castiel empty himself deep inside Dean's body. Dean absently let out a highly pleasured mewl of contentment while he sunk back against the bed, greatly relieved.

With a heavy, spent sigh, Castiel gently pulled out of Dean's completely lax body and fell to the bed on the left side of Dean's body. Castiel reached out to clean them both up with his grace when Dean stopped him instinctively. "Don't," he rasped breathlessly.

Castiel arched his eyebrows then warned meaningfully, "They will know. They will smell us. Our scent. It is very strong. I have to clean it." Dean sighed heavily then nodded reluctantly. Castiel waved his hand, cleaning all evidence of their activity, then leaned over and whispered comfortingly in his ear, "Don't worry, baby. I will fill you again when we are through here."

Dean closed his eyes to the complex emotions that Castiel's promise generated. He really needed to get himself back under control. How did he become such a greedy cock slut who so desperately loved his mate's cum buried deep inside of his body?

"Don't worry, baby," Castiel continued to whisper in Dean's ear. "Only I know how much you love my cum deep inside you. We will always keep it that way." He lightly kissed Dean's ear and nibbled lightly before moving his lips over Dean's cheek.

Dean quickly turned and captured Castiel's lips. His hands were finally free. He noticed that when he was finally able to bury them deep into Castiel's hair. They tasted each other for several long, pleasurable moments.

Ultimately, Dean reluctantly pulled back and told his mate, "Call them in. Let's get this over with."

Castiel nodded slightly, only to smile a few seconds later, as Dean yawned widely behind his hand. Castiel bargained gently, "Only for a little while. Then you will sleep until morning." Dean rolled his eyes but agreed, knowing Castiel was right. Castiel rematerialized their clothes onto their bodies and propped Dean up in a reclining position against the wall then used pillows under his back to help support it.

Seconds later, everyone appeared in the small room, making Dean very glad that he wasn't claustrophobic because there was no room left after everyone blinked in. Apparently, Gabriel brought Sam while Balthazar brought Bobby who was slapping the winged 'idgit's hands away. Luci and Mikey rounded out the group.

"So, Deano," Gabriel started easily as he dropped his hand away from Sam's shoulder. "Currently, Trinity is the odds on favorite."

Dean exhaled heavily, "Yeah, it was her. Luckily, Cas was able to loosen the collar just in time."

"What did she want this time?" Michael wondered curiously.

Dean exchanged a glance with Castiel but there was really no reason not to tell them, especially now. Dean shrugged and answered numbly, "She wanted the baby. Said that she had found a way to transfer it to her own body so she tried to take it before . . ." He trailed off at the memory of the pain involved.

"But baby fought back," Gabriel guessed easily.

Dean nodded slightly then smirked warily, "Fought back hard, hard enough to throw me through a freakin' door. Pissed her off to no end, too."

"What happened to her?" Michael demanded.

Dean frowned slightly in confusion while he tried to remember aloud, "She kept trying but the baby wasn't putting up with it then . . . she was taken away."

"Taken by who?" Balthazar wondered impatiently.

"No, it's taken by whom?" Lucifer corrected primly, only to find everyone glaring at him. He huffed irritably, "Look, if he's going to continue with that prissy, sissy, lame ass British accent, he has to use proper grammar. I mean, come on. If you're going to be the stereotype, be the stereotype. So commitment, man."

Dean wanted to acknowledge that point but the post-orgasmic endorphins were wearing off and he was really, very tired. He cut in abruptly, "I don't know and don't really care. Some pagan goddess type appeared. Said that she made this symbol specifically for the purpose of finding Trinity." He motioned toward the necklace Gabriel gave him while he spoke. "Said that Trinity was her daughter and that she was taking her child back home with her. Said neither one of them would be back so we're all good and I'm going to sleep now."

"No way!" Lucifer argued hotly. "We still have a party to do."

Dean rolled his eyes then told Castiel, "You deal with him. I'm out." Dean closed his eyes and fell back asleep, ignoring all of the other beings arguing around him. Later, he would realize that he had his mate to thank for the assistance in his oblivious sleep.

"Seriously?" Sam snapped irritably. "Just like that. He's already asleep?"

"He needs his rest, Sam," Castiel argued firmly. "He almost miscarried. That, included with the fact that he needed to be healed after being tossed all around the kitchen, I am surprised that he was awake at all." Sam huffed but had to acknowledge that Castiel had a point there.

"But how do we know for sure that this is over?" Bobby demanded then questioned with a sudden switch. "Who was the goddess anyway?"

"Does it really matter?" Gabriel evaded dismissively. "If Mother Goddess grounded the cliché rebellious teenie daughter, then it's over. Move on."

"Which goddess was that again?" Michael prodded insistently, not wanting to left out of the loop anymore. Gabriel shot him a meaningful look which instantly let Michael know it was exactly who he was thinking of. Michael rolled his eyes and muttered sardonically, "Of course."

"Exactly how many Mothers of All are there anyway?" Lucifer popped off derisively.

"Wait," Sam inserted, just now catching on. "Are we talking the Mother of All Goddesses?"

"Who else was around at that time?" Gabriel countered sarcastically. "We're just lucky it wasn't Cronus. Talk about going psychotic. Imagine how that one would have turned out. We all know how wrathful those Titans turned out to be."

"But . . . where did the lust thing come from?" Sam questioned, still not buying it.

"Probably a combination of her origins and Asmo's partnership would be my guess," Michael returned facetiously after a nonchalant shrug. "Remember those three major powers weren't supposed to be combined in any matter anyway. There's a reason that she's one of a kind. Plus, Also, Aphrodite came from somewhere so the Mother definitely had the ability to pass that lust thing on. What's so hard to believe about that?"

"I just . . . It . . ." Sam stammered uncertainly. "It's not in any lore."

"Which we told you it wouldn't be because this predates even us," Gabriel asserted firmly. "Remember? We already went through all this, Sammy. You really need to stay up with the class. You hang with the advanced Advanced Placement group now. Time to step ti up and stop focusing on your brother's supposed gay parade."

"Supposed?" Sam repeated incredulously. "What part of that is supposed?" He demanded, motioning to his slumbering brother lying and drooling all over Castiel's, admittedly, thankfully, clothed torso.

"Ah, the fact that we are basically sexless," Gabriel argued easily. "Or did you forget the time that Cassie inhabited Claire Novak? Would that form have been easier for you to stomach? After all, Claire was female."

"Ew, gross. No. No," Sam stammered then relented with a heavy sigh. "Okay. Okay. I get it. It's just . . . a lot . . ."

"Oh, for crying out loud! Enough of this maudlin crap. Anyone who wants to party meet me downstairs," Lucifer exclaimed with enormous exasperation. "There's a karaoke machine calling me on speed dial." With that, Lucifer disappeared while all of the others groaned with dread. Loud pop music instantly blared from the downstairs area with Lucifer's annoying voice pretending that it could actually ever sing on key, much less in harmony.

"Yeah. America Idol competitors so have absolutely nothing to worry about. The network, however, would have the problem of alienating viewers everywhere," Gabriel snarked honestly then finally shrugged and smirked with amusement, "Aw. Why the hell not? It's definitely time for some serious fun around here."

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

Any suggestions for the party epilogue?

It will probably be the last chapter of this fic!