A little over two weeks had passed since Dean made the deal and it felt like it had been over two years. The only reason he knew how much time had passed was because Ruby told him whenever she visited what the date was. Last time she visited it was February 17th, Friday, and it was about a day since she visited so he assumed it was Saturday. It was the weekend, the time Dean loved the most.

The older Winchester boy wondered to himself if he would ever be able to spend the weekends the way he used again. He didn't get along with most of kids at school, he was a loner. On the weekends however he would go out to bars with his fake I.D., hustle guys in a game of pool, and use that money to buy drinks for himself and sexy older girls. Every weekend a different girl would have the pleasure of having Dean for just one night,one heavenly night, and that was it. The girls knew what they were getting in to, they didn't expect anything else, and they were more than happy to part ways at the end of the night.

Of course, Dean didn't like to deny others the pleasure of being with him, so if a hot guy flirted with him, he would flirt back. Dean was a sexual being and enjoyed finding out his limits. He rarely had any, but sometimes the people he was with went a bit far. The past two weeks however have given him new perspective on how tame those people really were. The things he'd been through recently could drive a lesser man to break. A lesser man would have agreed to Crowley's offer immediately. Dean however held himself to higher standards.

Unfortunately it didn't mean he wasn't considering the deal. He hated himself for even thinking about it, the thought itself brought extra pain to him. Dean knew that eventually he would break. Would anyone save him in time? Before he broke? Before he did something he could never forgive himself for doing? The hope he had inside of him died little by little each minute he was there. He didn't have much hope left in his system.

Meanwhile Castiel was right outside, on his mission. It was night again and he had a job to do. He parked behind the mansion just like last time, but this time he sneaked close to the front gate. He turned on the video camera and pointed it at the number on the side of the gate. "I'm at the mansion at the end of the road on Oak-wood street. As you can see, the number of the house is 666. If that doesn't say something, I don't know what does" he whispered into the camera. He turned around and went to the back where he sneaked in last time, all the while the camera still on.

He put the camera's strap around his neck and climbed over the fence as carefully as he had the first time. Castiel took the camera back in his hands. " I'm going to prove to you now, as you watch and hear, that this mansion needs police intervention immediately and this should be enough evidence for the warrant. I will testify when need be" he said as he went through the trees and reached the back of the mansion and he heard screams as he did last night.

" As you can hear, there's clearly screaming going on in there. It's not just a domestic dispute. You can hear it, you can hear the desperation in their voices. " he shuddered. " I can hear 4 different voices screaming. Last time I was here I heard 3. This needs to stop. " he now turned the camera to his face. " I leave it to you now to do something about it" he finished and turned off the camera.

While heading back to the car he held in his tears. The pain those poor souls were going through, Castiel would do anything to save them.
He drove home and saw that the two car garage was still empty. "Where are you father" he said with a sigh. He went to his bedroom and went to sleep. He would have to get up earlier for mass. Jimmy and Castiel always went to church on Sundays.

Castiel woke up to the sound of the alarm. He showered quickly, not having time to enjoy it thoroughly. The suit he usually wore to church was at the dry cleaners, there was a coffee mishap last Sunday and he didn't have time this week to go pick it up, so he borrowed one of his father's suits. It was a bit large on him since he hadn't yet finished growing. There was no sign of his father having been home this weekend but Castiel hoped that his father would at least show up at church.

He looked around to see if his father had gotten there already but he hadn't. His father never missed Sunday mass, ever. Something was wrong and Castiel's stomach started to churn. Through out the whole mass he kept poking his head back to the doors to see if his father would come through.

He went home and tried calling his father again but again no answer. He had evidence to hand in to the police but he wanted his father to hand it in. The police never took Castiel seriously and they definitely wouldn't take this video seriously. He was going to have to wait until his father showed up, to hand in the evidence.

It was February 24th and a whole week had passed since he last saw his father, he couldn't wait any longer to hand in the evidence. Dean had been missing for 3 weeks and Castiel didn't want to make him stay at that house of torture a day longer than he had to be there.

At the police station, it took him two hours to get a police officer to pay attention to him. "Here- this video clip has evidence that will give you a search warrant for the house on Oak-wood. You know the one- the mansion numbered 666." he said to the officer. "I'll have a look at it, but it will take a while to get a warrant Castiel. Don't get your hopes up boy. The Winchester kid has been missing for a long time now. Odds are that he's dead." The officer said, with no respect towards Castiel.

It took all his strength to hold himself from saying something horrible to the police officer."He's not dead. I just know it. He isn't dead, so don't say that ever again" he said, as calmly as he could. The officer just chuckled and dismissed the boy. Castiel walked away hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would do their job.

Castiel called John in for an update. "Hey Castiel" John greeted the boy when they met up at a diner. "Why are we here and not at your dad's office?" he asked as they sat down in a booth at the end of the diner where it was empty. "I'm going to be honest with you. I haven't seen my father in a week. He sometimes disappears when he's working undercover but he never disappears for this long with out contacting me. " Castiel answered, frowning. He was doing all he could to keep himself together at this point.

"That doesn't sound sound good" John said sympathetically.

"I'm trying not to worry, my father knows how to handle himself. I haven't given up on your son's case. I handed in the video I took of the mansion. It has evidence that things at that mansion are happening that need intervention" he told John. " I'm not very hopeful that the police will actually do anything" he sighed.

John nodded. "Yeah, they're probably all being paid off by Crowley" he said in agreement.

"How's your other son, Sam,doing ?" Castiel asked, hoping there would be some good news.

"He's getting better. The psychologist there is really helping him through things, though he's obviously very upset because of Dean. He feels very guilty" he shared with the boy.

"You can tell Sam that I'm doing my best to get his brother back" he said with a small smile.

"I will, thank you Castiel. Really, I mean it. If you need anything just call alright?" he said to the boy.

"Thank you" Castiel said graciously.

After paying for the coffee John got up and smiled at Castiel. The older man didn't want to get his hopes up, he knew it was going to take a lot to get his son back, but he was a bit more hopeful because he knew that he had Castiel on his side.

Another week had passed , it was now the 3rd of March, and it had been a whole month that Dean was missing. Whenever Castiel would ask the police when they were going to put together a task force and go in, they would say they were waiting for the search warrant. Castiel wasn't stupid, this was going to go anywhere. He had to come up with a plan himself to get Dean definitely wasn't going to be able to do this on his own and his father was still missing.

Castiel drove by the mansion again for a check up but when he got there he saw no guards at the gate. "NO! " he yelled out in frustration. The police had tipped off Crowley and that's why they weren't going in yet. He was back to square one. There was no way of knowing where they were now. It was Castiel's own fault for getting the police involved. He thought that once they had definitive evidence then they would have to do something.

He drove home but before he could go in he saw that the door to his house was open. Clearly Crowley was searching for him. Crowley probably wanted the problematic kid out of the way. His own home was no longer safe. He needed to go somewhere else.

Where could he go in such short notice? He was too scared to even go in and get his things out of there. He took out his phone and called his father instinctively. He had been calling his father all the time even though he was missing now for two weeks. The next adult he knew and trusted was John Winchester. How could he possibly ask a man that is going through so much for help ? Though, John did say that if Castiel needed anything, just to ask. He dialed the number and waited for the man to answer.

"Hello, John?"

"Hi Castiel"

"I have some bad news. They moved from the mansion and now I'm back to square one" He frowned at words coming out of his mouth.

"Shit"

"I'm sorry John, it's my fault. I shouldn't have trusted the police. I thought they were less corrupted than this" he apologized.

"No Castiel, it's not your fault. This world is broken and it's hard to know who you can trust anymore" John said with an assuring tone.

"They broke into my house and I don't know how far they're willing to go. They may have rigged it to blow when I go in."

"You can stay at my house" John said with out needing to think about it.

"I don't know John, are you sure ?" he asked.

"Neither of my sons are home, I have plenty of room. Besides, this way I can help you more. We can work on this together."

"Thank you John"

"No problem Castiel" he said and hung up.

Castiel drove to the Winchester residence. He knocked on the door and waited patiently as he heard foot steps coming towards the door. John opened the door with a small smile on his lips."Welcome" John said, moving aside to let Castiel in."Thank you for letting me stay here" he said, sending back a small smile. "Any news on your father?" John asked. "No, I've been calling everyday but still no answer. I don't think getting the police involved is going to help. Either he comes back or he doesn't" Castiel said, looking around the house and trying to hold himself together.

"You don't know what he was working on?" John asked, trying to help. "Maybe we can look for your Father as well while we're at it" he suggested.

"I have no idea where to start. He didn't say anything about his case and his computer is encrypted" Castiel frowned. At least with Dean he knew where to start and who he was dealing with. His father just disappeared and there was no way of knowing if he was even alive. "For now let's just stick to finding Dean", he moved to the kitchen and put down his bag. "Mind if I make something to eat?" the young Novak asked. "Feel at home, that said, if you're making something then make enough for two" John smiled. "That was the plan" the boy said back.