"Cas? Castiel…baby? Where are you?" Dean spun around looking through the chaos around him yelling for help. Holly ran up and grabbed Dean pulling him behind and car, "Dean are you nuts? Do you WANT to get killed, whats your deal?" she hissed. " Cas vanished, Christ…Holly what is happening here, did you see Cas anywhere?" Deans eyes were darting around like mad man and shaking.

Holly pulled Dean into an abandoned mom & pop store, crouching behind some shelves she spoke to Dean in a low voice "Where is Sam, did you see him at all after he ran out of Bobby's house, were there any cars missing, any supplies, his laptop?" Dean rubbed his temples, eyes closed replaying it all in his head. "No, no cars or trucks gone, laptop still there, his bag of supplies for the job…still there. Oh no..shit..he came in our room that morning at the motel and smelled the air like a wolf, it was like he knew Cas and I .." Dean's face flushed "he seemed ok at first and then he got rough outside the restaurant and hurt me. How could I put Cas in this mess? I gotta go find them, please Holly can you take the slack here?"

Holly grabbed his hands "just go Dean, its going to take forever for you to get there so go now, we can handle all of this ok?"

Dean jumped in the Impala and floored it out of Walking Iron. "Come on Dean, Cas is an angel, he can take care of himself no problem. Unless Sammy did something to take his mojo." He knew his brother was smart, so smart that if anyone could figure out how to pull an angel somewhere and hold them it would be Sam. Dean Groaned at the thought of having to hurt his brother, he didn't know if he could do it but he couldn't let his baby get hurt, his Cas. "Why didn't I tell him everything, why did I take it so slow?" Dean talked out loud to his car like she knew exactly what he was saying. A determined look on his face, he popped in a tape and "Have You Every Needed Someone So Bad" by Def Leppard filled the car.

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Castiel took a step toward Sam and he was pushed back on the bed, it felt like an invisible wall around him. Running his hands along it he realized it filled a large circle. "Sam why am I here? I need to get back to Dean, he is fighting and needs me. What did you do to me? Please stop whatever it is you are trying to do."

Sam pulled the chair up to the edge of the rug and sat looking at Castiel and let out a sharp humorless laugh. "What I'm trying to do? Looks like I succeeded." Sam flipped the corner of the carpet with his boot and Castiels eyes opened wide when he saw the edge of the binding sigil, it was something he didn't recognize. Castiel began to feel weak. It was draining him.

Sam clapped his hands like a wicked child and smiled "Do you like it? I am pretty proud I found this, not easy but you don't want to hear about that do you Castiel, It is a bastardized version of ancient languages and symbols for binding very strong angelic beings sort of a magical top ten chart of the oldest and strongest, only the best of the best for my Castiel…oh I'm sorry Deans Castiel."

Sam stood and slowly removed his clothes, Castiel shuddered when Sam slide off his thick black belt and laid it carefully on the arm of the chair. The rest of the clothes were thrown on the floor. Sam sat back down with his legs apart, the belt laying across his lap. "So tell me about my brother and don't lie, I picked up the scent of you both in the motel room."

Castiel rocked on the edge of bed holding it tightly trying to say the right words, he didn't want this to escalate. "Yes, I spent the night with your brother, we kissed, we touched each other and it was pleasurable for us both. I will not lie to you Sam since there is no point to it. I love your brother, I'm sorry Sam I didn't mean for this to hurt you."

Sam's jaw tightened " I'm away being tortured and raped over and over all that time and the kicker is you bring me back and forget something pretty fucking important Cas, my soul!" I end up spending a year killing and screwing my way around the country with that band of family misfits. Do you know how much I don't give a crap what happens to anyone? The only constant was my brother, I come back and he can't even bring himself to kiss me unless I force it on him. I went from being the hot forbidden little brother he got to pop the cherry on and one stint in the cage later and he doesn't want me."

Castiel stood, what was left of his angelic power filled his eyes with blue flame, fists clenched in rage he faced Sam and in his most powerful voice raged "You insect, you ungrateful ass, if it wasn't for me, Lucifer and Michael would still be taking turns using you like a pretty toy then beat you and start all over again! As for your brother, he has spent days upon days looking for a way to fix you as have I. You screw every whore you can lay your filthy fingers on and did you once see what it did to your brother? NO! You only hurt him, force yourself on him and if I was not there I know you would get your way. I pick up what is left of him every time Sam, I heal every bruise you left on his body, every bite, cut, break and twist when he wouldn't give in. Do you think of what whores sickness you could give him? I will protect him and love him, take him away from this horror and you can't stop it"

Sam stepped into the circle in front of Castiel , belt in hand "Here is how it will play out, I know my brother and his starry eyed image of you, precious angel Castiel, virginal, beautiful and untouched. He is waiting to take that ass, taking it slow with you. Too late, I'm gonna pop that sweet cherry of yours after I beat some manners into you, teach you not to take other peoples things. After this is over, when your beaten, ripped and bleeding maybe…just maybe I'll let Dean get my sloppy seconds."

Castiel stood and pressed his hand to Sam's forehead and nothing happened. His eyes fading to blue, the flame burning out. He sat on the bed and realized he had nothing to fight this man with. No power, no weapon, just his mortal strength. Sam had inches and pounds on him, out matched him. Castiel was frightened for the first time in ages. He tried to push Sam but it was as if he was trying to move a mountain.

" This IS going to happen and this IS going to hurt, be a good boy and take off your clothes now," Sam sat on the bed watching the angel, face pale and tears threatening to spill out of those beautiful eyes. Slowly with shaking fingers he slid off the tie, pulled off the trench, he looked at Sam with silent pleading but Sam waved his hand to keep going. Next the shirt , undershirt, belt, shoes, socks and pants. Castiel stood in his boxers and tried one more time "Please Sam…please stop now..I'll help you."

Sam laughed and shook his head, waving the angel on to finish. Castiel took off his boxers and placed his hands in front of him. Sam sat on the end of the bed, leaned over and pulled his hands away.

Sam appraised the angels body taking in the lean muscle, not large like himself or Dean but rather slender tight, and flexible. The November afternoon sun hung low in the sky and played beams and shadow over the curves and strong but delicate frame. He was well hung but flaccid, too scared for any excitement. Turning him around Sam heard Castiel sob and his shoulders dropped. Sam ran his hands over the smooth firm skin of his ass, it was beautiful be behold.

Sam stood and placed Castiel where he wanted him "I am really going to enjoy this" with that Sam cracked the belt across Castiels shoulders. The angel cried out and pitched forward but Sam caught his hair and pulled back. "Don't puss out on me now virgin, I'm just getting warmed up" Sam's body twitched with adrenaline and sexual excitement.