Retribution

a/n: The rest of this story will mostly be written from Dean's POV, seeing as Cas doesn't think in naughty words or slang and it's too much of a headache to write. I might give him a chapter or two down the line to get his thoughts on some of the situations that take place in the future, but that's it. AND THANK YOU! I was surprised to see so many 'Story Alert' notices in my inbox over the past few days, not so many reviews but I still know that you guys are liking it! Thanks so much it makes me giddy! Oh and before I forget to mention again. . .

THIS BOOK IS JUST ONE BIG SPOILER FOR SEASON 7 AND ALL PREVIOUS SEASONS. . . just in case you were completely oblivious o.o;

Rating: M

Chapter warning(s): Language, slash, . Mentions of dry humping and the like. Written form Dean's POV. Future warnings will be in future chapters. Angst and lots and lots of FEELINGS. . .also mistakes, cause I suxorz at writingz

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I promise. O.o;

CH. 2 Angel smiles fix broodiness

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Dean squinted as the sun brightly leaked through the blinds of the window on the other side of the room. He couldn't decide what was more uncomfortable, the throbbing pain in his noggin, or the twisting nausea in his gut. He groaned and sat up, opening his eyes against his better judgment. Beer cans and empty bottles of whiskey lay in wake of the previous night and Sam, slumped over the love seat, didn't seem to be rising anytime soon. He looked to the left to find that their other companion had, not-so-figuratively flown the coop. Dean shook his head, immediately regretting it as it felt like a dagger assault. He opened his eyes and jumped back ever so gracefully as he was met with intense blue.

"Jesus Christ Cas, don't do that! You scared the piss out of me. Almost literally…"

"Forgive me Dean. I did not mean to startle you."

"Whatever, just try not to instantly appear… So instantly?" Cas tilted his head, confused. Hell, Dean was confused, but he made no claims to rational thought with a hangover of this magnitude.

"I have pain reliever and water." Cas held out two Tylenol and a cup of water and Dean couldn't have been more grateful.

"You're a lifesaver man."

"On the correct occasion, I would try to save as many lives as I can, however that does not pertain to this situation," Dean twitched, not even trying to comprehend what was just said.

"I meant "thank you," and right now… small words. Please."

"Right." Dean downed the pills and the water, patting Cas on the head.

"Good boy. So…" Dean's eyes widened. He just remembered what put him in this state. Many, many shots of whiskey and a lot of singing and… Wait a sec… "Last night I…" Suddenly flashes of the previous night assaulted him. Drunken kissing, grinding and a lot of fucking blue. The same blue that was now staring so intently at him…

He gaped at Cas. No way… No fucking way! With Cas? And a dude at that! This couldn't be happening. There was no fucking way. He looked at Cas in horror, as though seeing him for the first time. "L-Last night I… You… We. . ?" Dean pointed from himself to Cas in unintelligible question, not knowing how to word it. Cas tilted his head in thought, trying to decipher the action. After a moment, realization flashed on his features.

"Are you inquiring about the indiscretion that occurred between us last night?"

"In-indiscretion. . .?" Dean was quickly growing more and more horrified with each passing second, the knowledge of what took place quickly flooding back into his mind, making his headache grow worse. He winced.

"Right, small words. In other words, you mean when you dry humped me and achieved orgasm," He paused looking curiously at the hunter who was currently having an inner meltdown. "Dean you seem to have suddenly become distressed. Is dry humping the correct term for what you did to me?" Dean slapped his hand over Castiel's mouth in utter mortification. Could he just die now?

Dean bit out in a harsh whisper, "Will you quit it with the dry hump talk, for cryin' out loud? You're gonna make my hair fall out!" Cas nodded and Dean removed his hand. Castiel looked more confused than ever. Dean gripped his temple in frustration.

"This never happened," Cas, raised his eyebrows, shrugging.

"Actually, it di—"

"—We're gonna pretend that it didn't. Got that?" Cas tilted his head looking uncertain, saying in his usual monotone voice.

"Shouldn't we at least talk about i—" Dean raised his finger, Cas shut his mouth.

"No," Dean said, as though scolding a child. "We should never 'talk about it', Cas. Understand?" Cas nodded, furrowing his brow and looking away. He obviously still didn't understand why they shouldn't "talk about it", but Dean really didn't feel like explaining. He was having a hard enough time just dealing with the memory. He was trying to lock it away, never to be seen again, but it was hard with those damn eyes of Castiel's boring into him so intently, reminiscent of the previous night. Dean shuddered at the memory again mortified upon the realization he was getting turned on just thinking about it.

"Dean, are you alright?" The angel was two inches away from his face which wasn't helping anything. He sighed, trying to get his mind off of things.

"Look, man, will you just give me some space here? I need to shower and get my head on straight."

"It looks straight to me, Dean." Cas stated, completely serious. Dean's eye twitched.

"Just get outta here!" And with a brief flurry of wings, he was gone. Freakin' angels.

Dean ran a hand through his short hair as he stood carefully, trying not to stumble. He went over to Sam and shook him by the shoulder, causing him to jerk into awareness.

"Rise n' shine princess, coffee's on." Sam squinted groggily, obviously sharing Dean's sentiments that the sun could just go and screw itself.

"Dean…? Wh-what happened?" Dean raised his eyebrows in amusement, a smirk playing at his lips.

"A lot of Jackie D and 80's songs, baby bro'"

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"Ok so this is Bibbing a Big Mouth 101," Sam stated as Cas sat in front of him, holding a bib with a lobster on it. Cas looked completely clueless.

"Bibbing…"

"It's the term the Leviathans use when concerning compelling a fellow Leviathan to eat itself, we… didn't know what else to call it," He finished lamely. Dean snorted, not impressed by Sam's explanation.

"For some reason the Big Mouths put a bib on the one in question and it forces it to eat itself, it's strange and doesn't make a whole lot of sense but this is the best we got. Now the question is; What is it? How do we, the humans bib a Leviathan. I mean we can't really just bib one in its sleep, 'cause well, they don't sleep. So what do we do?"

"Spy on them." Cas stated.

"Yes, however we've discovered that "Bibbing" is not commonplace amongst the big mouths. They don't easily turn on each other. The only one who's ever seen an actual "Bibbing" is Bobby, and well… Thus our predicament."

"Well I can watch and tell you what I find out. I can also test if my Grace is effective against them,"

"It'd be risky Cas. We shouldn't rush into the lion's den without backup."

"It would be too risky to involve others Sam; I'm better off doing this alone—" Dean picked this moment to add his two cents.

"Yeah Sam, remember? Cause doing things by himself seemed to work out so well for him before" Dean chided sarcastically, still bitter about the events that led up to Cas's death. Cas fixed him with a hard stare and Sam looked at him warningly. He shrugged. "Just sayin',"

"Well it's a good thing you're the one going with him since you're being a bag of sunshine about it and all,"

"Excuse me? Why do I have to go with him?" Dean said, not liking this turn of events at all.

"If you haven't forgotten, Lucifer is still messing with my head and for all I know you both are just an illusion to me created by him," Dean's expression steeled into seriousness at the mention of Sam's mental health.

"Sam, don't talk about it like Lucifer is actually there," Sam shrugged, looking slightly annoyed.

"See that's the problem, it's as real to me as you or Cas is. I can't be dependable in this condition, and sending Cas out there alone is like giving hard candy to a newborn, it could be fine or it could just choke to death." Sam put his hands on his brother's shoulders, forcing him to look. "At least you know how to fight off the bastards, and I don't know about you, Dean, but I don't want to go through losing Cas again," Dean tried to deny his brother as hard as he could but eventually he looked away, signaling that the victory was Sam's.

"If we do this, we're gonna be prepared," Dean said, still not looking at Cas. Sam smirked, clapping his brother on the shoulder and moving away to get things set up.

Friggen' Sam. . . . Now really wasn't the time to play the adult and make the children get along. Dean could feel every look the angel gave him. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything with the knowledge of what happened? He could deny it all he wanted and convince himself it was just a drunken mistake. That he must have had it in his mind that Castiel was some chick he'd picked up. He could tell himself that, but reality was that this whole "Indiscretion", as Cas had so eloquently put it, was really affecting his game. He'd constantly be wondering what Castiel was thinking. If his mind went back to it as much as Dean's did.

Dean was never one to willingly deal with his emotional struggles, but damn if he couldn't get that stupid angel out of his head! He was always there and stoic and silent unless he absolutely needed to be, just like always, but it set Dean Winchester's nerves on fire just being in the man's presence. Sometimes there eyes would meet, green on ocean blue and suddenly his mouth would go dry as he realized that it wasn't a dream and Castiel was there and Dean had missed him so fucking much.

His heart was dancing in his chest, knowing that Cas was alive and wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.

And it was really starting to freak him right the fuck out.

He looked at Cas, his staple trench coat and blue tie and all. The angel wasn't any different than he had been when they first met. Could one drunken night really change his feelings all that much?

Dean had always been straight. Nobody questioned this truth any more than they questioned that the grass was green. It was fucking commonplace. He'd 'copulated' with countless females in the past 15 years of his life. Not once had he had even a remote romantic feeling for a male. Or so he had thought. . .

From the moment they met, Dean couldn't deny that he'd felt that they had an unmistakable connection. Castiel had raised him from Hell for cryin' out loud! He touched his right shoulder almost absently, recalling the 40 years he'd spent in the Pit and then to suddenly be set free, Castiel's face was like looking at God himself. He felt as though he owed Cas more than anything he could ever give him.

He was mad at him right now, sure. Cas made some stupid decisions, had basically betrayed them and almost got everybody killed, he definitely had some brownie points to make up with the Winchester Brothers.

It wasn't something, however, that Dean couldn't find it in himself to forgive. It was just easier for Dean to handle, throwing in a snarky comment every now and then, letting Cas know that it wasn't going to be easy to get back on his good side. But the truth was that Dean was so happy to see him, to know he was alive and back on the good side. Seeing the angel's face had been like a breath of fresh air. Cas was, all cheesiness aside, Dean's savior after all. The person Dean had trusted the most next to Sam. He was friggen' family.

Like a brother. . .? No. . . It wasn't quite that either.

Dean furrowed his brow, confused even more by his thoughts. Eventually he just decided to do what he did best and not think about it until he was pretty much forced to do it again. As far as he knew he'd be in the clear for a while. Cas wouldn't talk about it, if he took what Dean said seriously. Dean smiled at that. Cas wasn't great at acting human, but he did his best every day. He took every suggestion in stride and performed to the best of his ability.

It was that earnest hard work from the angel that was endlessly heartwarming to Dean. He couldn't stop a small smile from playing on his lips at the thought.

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Side-along angel invisibility wasn't, as Dean previously thought, a simple feat, Cas informed him. To perform the action, Cas apparently used an ample amount of Grace, and thus couldn't use it to hide all of his angel form during the process. Cas said this would only work if Dean was able to look upon his wings without going blind, for that would be the easiest to look upon and concealing everything else would be simple enough seeing as he had a vessel. Dean remarked how it'd been impossible to look at Cas in his angel form before. He had felt as though his head were about to burst. Cas nodded, saying that those with the inability to look upon an angel could train their senses to be able to take in its true form.

Cas assured him that it was possible to train yourself to see an angel, even in it's entirety. But it would take time. Sam said they wouldn't have a lot though, because once the Leviathans started to move, so would they. He had no way of knowing how long it would take for that to start happening.

As far as they knew, the Leviathans were laying low, probably further growing their army so that would give them at least a little time to train Dean to See, as Cas put it.

"So how do we train?" Dean asked, ready to get this over with. How hard could it be to look at wings? They were just like a big feathery bird's right?

"Well, that's the difficult part. The humans with the power to See must have a bond previously formed with the angel in question. They have to be connected in some way," Dean again subconsciously reached for his shoulder, realizing what he was doing and pulled his hand back.

"Well, I still have that hand-print on my shoulder from when you plucked me outta Hell," Castiel nodded, thinking hard before speaking again.

"Well that's part of it, but they also must have an emotional bond," Dean bit his lip, forcing himself to not mention the fact that they were like family. He was still mad at the angel, so he didn't want to give him any clue that he'd forgiven him yet. Instead he bit out something sarcastic.

"Well angels don't have emotions, so how would that even work?" Castiel narrowed his eyes, searching Dean's face and then spoke again, his voice more gravelly than before.

"We have emotions, Dean, they're just not as prominent as human ones. You know this," Dean snorted, turning his head.

"Whatever. This obviously ain't even gonna work 'cause I'm as far from an emotional bond with you as I'm gonna get,"

"I disagree. In fact I suspect you could see my wings now. Not all the way, perhaps but somewhat," Dean sneered, anger burning in his heart.

"What do you know? After you abandoned me like that, I lost all trust in you, Cas. I couldn't feel farther away from you than I do now," He stood up, balling his fists. Castiel stood up too, going closer to Dean, not even an ounce afraid that Dean might punch him, knowing he'd just shatter his fist if he really went for it. He took Deans wrist, squeezing it tightly. Dean looked at Sam, feeling nervousness creep up his spine. Cas was too close and Sam was watching. He felt his face heat up and he looked determinedly away from anything that wasn't Castiel's eyes.

Suddenly, as though feeling Dean's discomfort, Castiel zapped them into a park that must have been nearby. No Sam to be seen.

"For that, I'm profoundly sorry. I don't deserve your forgiveness, I know this, but if we want to do this we must cooperate with each other for the time being," Dean almost spat how he didn't want to do this at all but he was cut off before he could. "I know you feel betrayed, Dean and I will make it up to you in any way that I can. For now," Cas took Dean's right shoulder, holding onto it tightly, forcing him to look into his endless blue eyes. Dean felt his breath hitch in his throat. "Will you work with me? Try having an open mind when we attempt this. I don't want you to get hurt," Dean bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to scream that Cas had already hurt him, but that would just be way too girly. He jerked away, his shoulder burning from the contact and memories from the night before flooding back into his mind, and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with," Cas sat down on the bench nearby, gripping his knees with his hands, looking tense as though thinking very deeply. Dean took it as his cue to sit down next to him, decidedly as far as he could get from the other. He waited for Castiel to speak which wasn't long.

"We'll need to seclude ourselves somewhat. We can't have outside distractions as we form this bond. But first I'll need to see how far you are progressing. I'll make my wings visible to you as slowly as I possibly can. Please let me know when it starts to feel uncomfortable," Dean nodded and Castiel stood again, a few feet from Dean and suddenly there was a bout of wind, Castiel's trench coat billowing about as his Grace made its presence known.

Dean gripped the park bench, trying not to instinctively close his eyes as a bright white light folded around the angel before him, he could start to see a definite shape of giant objects appear on either side of Cas, it didn't hurt at all, even as they became more defined, the outline of feathers, starting to fade into the picture. They were definite, but strangely translucent. He could see them shifting together, like liquid silk as they unfurled around Castiel, easily the length of two people on each side. Massive and beautiful, Dean thought in awe, as though seeing the ocean on a sunny day.

Suddenly there was pain. A lot of it.

Dark browns and blacks, and specks of gold started swirling in his senses and the bright light became stronger, hotter, more intense and the ringing in Dean's ears started to make itself apparent and he gripped his head in agony, as though every last one of his senses caught fire. His mouth was open but he couldn't hear his own screaming, the ringing was too loud.

And then, like it had never happened, it all stopped in an instant. Castiel was instantly at Dean's side, allowing him to slump against him. Dean gasped deeply, able to open his eyes again and he looked at Castiel's face, heart stopping at the bright smile plastered on it. He'd never seen something so beautiful aside from the wings he'd just seen now.

"You're over half-way there. You can see me. . . It feels strangely. . . Pleasant to know this," Dean was speechless and he still couldn't look away from Castiel's smiling face. Dean knew that Castiel's vessel was attractive, anybody could see that. But it wasn't Jimmy Novak that created that perfect work of art when Castiel smiled. No there was something absolutely ethereal about it, maybe it was some of his Grace not perfectly concealed or something that made Cas so. . . breathtaking, but Dean was starting to get the inkling it was just Cas's smile, surreal as it was.

"You're beautiful. . ." He mumbled, not aware he was saying it until the words had already escaped his mouth. He gaped in horror at the realization of what he just said. Castiel blinked, obviously caught off guard as wel.

"I'm. . .beautiful?" He asked, unsurely. Dean shook his head.

"Just forget what I said, Something's wrong with my head,"

"It's not on straight again?" Dean almost smiled, charmed by Cas's naiveté. He was glad Cas was oblivious to most things, or there would be so many more awkward moments when Dean did or said something embarrassing.

He was doing that a lot lately.

"Something like that," Cas looked at him, his gaze penetrating and Dean's breath once again was taken away for he'd never seen those eyes so full of emotion before. Castiel's voice was the usual low monotone and it didn't match his eyes one bit.

"I think you're beautiful too, Dean," Dean once again felt his mouth go dry, his cheeks instantly set aflame. Suddenly words failed him. He stood up, definitely feeling awkward now.

"I-I don't know about you but I could go for a big fat cheeseburger. Wanna zap us to the nearest burger joint?" He laughed nervously. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Did Castiel even know what he just said? Hell did Dean realize what he, himself had just said? What the hell was going on? Why was he saying this kind of girly shit to a dude? Why couldn't he control his actions around this guy? Ever since what happened—he wouldn't mention it because it was just to mortifying to even think about—but ever since, he'd been really, really off. Now he was even word vomiting the most embarrassing things about Cas—a male! A male angel at that. It was unnerving. It was just getting too freakin' weird.

So Dean Winchester did what Dean Winchester did best when things got too weird for him and shoved those thoughts away. Not to be revisited until further notice. Perhaps he would find a hot chick to screw. Dean smiled at the simplicity of it. He sure did like simple things.

"Er, concerning the results of today's experiment," Cas started, a bit awkwardly. "I don't think it will take more than a couple weeks to be ready to try side-along invisibility with you. You've. . . progressed well since we first met," If Dean didn't know better, he could swear he saw red tinting the angel's cheeks. But he knew better so of course that wasn't the case.

It wouldn't be the case. Dean wouldn't even consider the implications if it were.

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a/n: Ah, the end of installment number two. I absolutely love seeing Dean in mental anguish, don't you? Stay tuned as next episode, Cas and Dean adjust to living in each other's constant presence! Please review, my lovelies, it makes me write more! :chucks rainbows smiling sexy angels at you: