Caged Heat Part 1

Sam, Dean, and Angela drove up in the Impala to where a couple of demons were waiting in front of a black SUV. They were bringing a prisoner.

"You're late." The demon said.

"Traffic was a bitch." Dean sassed.

"One rugaru," Sam said to the demon.

"Where's Crowley?" Angela asked.

"Banging a hooker in a sweet spot called None Of Your Business, sweetheart." The demon replied.

"Oh, look at that, boys!" Angela exclaimed. "Demon trying to be funny."

"Oh, is that what just happened?" Sam raised a brow.

"Night, girls." The demon said before turning toward the SUV.

"Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up." Dean stopped him. "Are we ever gonna see Crowley again or is he just gonna keep sending his demon extras to pick up his laundry?"

"I'm sorry." The demon replied. "I know you're speaking, I see your lips moving, but I can't understand what you're saying, 'cause I don't speak Little Bitch." He said before he got into the SUV with the rest of the demons.

"Remember when we used to gank demons?" Dean asked.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela returned to their current base, a run-down house they were squatting in.

"No, screw it, I'm done." Dean snapped.

"Calm down." Sam sighed.

"We've been going on these freaking Crowley runs and it's not getting us anywhere," Angela said, clearly frustrated.

"I mean, the only thing that's really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower," Dean grumbled.

"Okay, you guys are right. Let's go with Plan B. Oh yeah, we don't have one." Sam replied. "So till we do, sorry dude, stock up on soap-on-a-rope. If you guys wanna get my soul back, that's what we gotta do, okay?"

Angela clenched her jaw slightly. "Yeah…" she muttered. "Do you even want it back?"

"I'm working for Crowley, aren't I?" Sam retorted.

Dean went to pour himself a drink, turning his back on Sam and Angela. "Yeah, well, who says he's gonna hold up his end, you know? It is Crowley. You ever think of that? Right?" He turned around to find Sam and Angela gone out of sight. "Sam! Angie!" Dean called. When he didn't get an answer, he drew his gun and started looking for them, only to find them lying unconscious in the next room. A demon came up behind Dean and knocked him out as well.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela came to, bound to a few chairs.

"What now?" Dean asked.

Angela glared up at Meg. "I think I know who you can ask."

"Evil bitch." Dean groaned.

"Keep sweet talking me, this could go a whole new direction," Meg smirked.

"Meg." Dean sighed. "I've been dying to see you again."

"Well, here I am, big boy." She replied. "So, what should we do now?"

"How about I rip you to shreds?" Dean suggested.

"Kinky, I like." Meg purred. "A little Q&A first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?"

"You think we're working for somebody?" Angela asked.

"I happen to know for a fact you've been juggling Crowley's orphans," Meg replied. "Now where is he?"

"Don't know. Don't care." Sam rolled his eyes.

"You've been working his beat for months," Meg replied.

"Doesn't mean we get face time." Angela scoffed.

Meg straddled Dean's lap. "Where's he taking all those things you snatch up for him?" She asked. "I bet you an all-day sucker that's where his majesty's holed up." She smirked. When Dean didn't answer, she held a knife to his throat. "Okay, officially over the foreplay. Satisfy me, or I please myself!"

Sam just laughed.

"Something funny, Sam?" Dean raised a brow.

"Yeah, Meg," Sam replied.

"Really?" Dean scoffed. "'Cause where I'm sitting…"

"Don't worry," Sam assured. "She can't do jack squat. She's totally screwed."

"Sam, not helping!" Dean exclaimed.

"Look at her, Dean." Sam pointed out. "She's furious. If she could kill you, she'd've done it by now. She's running."

"Am I?" Meg raised a brow.

"Judging by the level of flop sweat on all of you, yeah," Sam replied. "Which means you're running from Crowley. Which makes sense. Crowley would want to hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he's the big man on campus."

"How would you know?" Meg asked.

"It's what I would do." Sam shrugged. "She can't kill us." He said to Dean and Angela. "She needs us to get her to Crowley so she can stick that knife in his neck. It's him or her."

"Well, I hope you both lose," Angela said. "But good luck."

"So, you know what you gotta do now, right?" Sam asked Meg.

Meg sighed. "Let me guess. You're gonna tell me."

"Work with us," Sam replied.

Dean looked incredulous. "Whoa, what?"

"We'll hand you Crowley with a bow," Sam assured. "One condition: we come with you and you help us wring a little something out of him before you hack him to bits."

Meg eyed Sam. "What?"

"Doesn't matter," Sam replied. "Question is, can you get us what we need?"

Meg scoffed. "I apprenticed under Alastair in Hell just like Dean. So, Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want?"

Dean sighed and nodded. "Yeah, she can."

"It's a deal then." Meg smiled. "Hugs and puppies all around!"

Angela rolled her eyes. "You gonna untie us?"

"Please," Meg smirked. "Don't pretend you guys don't enjoy it." She added before she turned to leave.

One of Meg's demon companions walked up to Angela, staring intently at her.

Angela raised a brow. "You gonna kiss me, or are you just gonna stand there?"

"Come on!" Meg called over her shoulder to the demon.

~/~\~

"What are you doing?" Dean glared.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"He means, what the hell are you doing?!" Angela snapped.

"Look, you guys wanted to screw over Crowley. Merry Christmas." Sam shrugged. "What?"

"You wanna work with a demon again?" Dean scoffed.

"We're working with demons now." Sam countered. "I'm doing this because I wanna stop."

"She killed Ellen and Jo!" Angela exclaimed angrily.

"I know." Sam sighed. "But you can't look at this emotionally, Angie. We need her."

Angela could practically feel her blood pressure rising. "The hell we do!" She snapped. "Meg is gonna screw us over so fast—

"Of course." Sam agreed. "Which is why we'll screw her first. Meg and her little posse are dead the second we're done with them."

"Yeah, if they don't kill us." Dean scoffed.

"They won't," Sam assured. "'Cause we're bringing insurance."

~/~\~

Sam stood outside and sighed. "Castiel, we need you." He prayed. "It's important. Cas, we found something. It's this gold box." He explained. "Apparently Nazis were after it back in the day, someone opened it and their face melted off. I think it's—ready for this—the Ark of the Covenant. Yeah. So…"

A flutter of wings could be heard and Castiel appeared. "I'm here, Sam. Where is the box?"

Sam scoffed. "I can't believe you fell for that. That was the plot of Raiders, idiot."

"I'm mid-battle, Sam," Castiel replied, clearly frustrated.

"I could give a rat's ass about your little pissing match with Raphael." Sam retorted.

"Listen to me, Sam—

"No, you listen!" Sam interrupted. "I don't care what you're dealing with up in Heaven. You owe me."

Castiel sighed. "You may not care, but believe me—

"I'm sorry, do you think we're here to talk this out?" Sam raised a brow.

Castiel clenched his jaw slightly. "Sam, I can't just—

"If you don't help us, I will hunt you down and kill you." Sam threatened.

Castiel glared and walked up to Sam. "Will you, boy?" He sneered. "How?"

"I don't know yet," Sam replied. "But I will look until I find out, and I don't sleep."

Castiel paused for a moment. "You need help, Sam."

"I need your help," Sam replied.

~/~\~

Sam and Castiel entered the house.

"You actually showed," Dean said, shock lacing his voice. "Wow, Sam, I owe you a chicken dinner."

"What happened?" Angela asked curiously.

"No big." Sam shrugged with a smile. "This is what friends do for each other."

~/~\~

Castiel was working on a ritual to locate Crowley. He sighed in defeat. "It's not working. Crowley's hidden from me."

"Well, looks like we're gonna have to try this the hard way," Dean replied.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Castiel were searching Samuel's study for clues. Samuel cleared his throat.

"Can I help you?" Samuel raised a brow. "What do you want?"

"We wanna know where Crowley is," Angela replied.

"If I even knew, why would I tell you?" Samuel scoffed.

"Because you're family," Dean replied.

"Samuel, I'm gonna get my soul back." Sam cut in.

"Who says you can get it back?" Samuel asked.

"Me." Sam narrowed his eyes.

Samuel sighed deeply. "Look, I'd like to help, but I'm sorry."

"It's your grandson's soul," Dean argued.

"I can't," Samuel replied vaguely.

"What is wrong with you? Do you wanna work for Crowley?" Dean glared. "Cas, can you give us a minute?" He added before Castiel disappeared. "Sam and I are your blood. But if you don't wanna help us I can't make you. But I just gotta know why. What is Crowley holding over you? You owe us that."

Samuel paused and took out a picture of Mary as a teenager. He handed it to Dean.

Dean looked down at the picture. "Mom?"

"He's gonna give her back to me," Samuel said.

"Crowley's gonna bring mom back from the dead?" Dean raised a brow.

"You tell me you don't want her back." Samuel challenged.

Dean looked back at the photograph and stayed silent.

"You know, the one difference between us: you know how to live without her," Samuel said.

"Look, I know how you feel," Dean assured.

"No, you don't," Samuel replied harshly. "She's my daughter, and she's dead, and I can do something about it."

"Do you really think Crowley is gonna make good here?" Dean asked.

"He brought Sam back! And me!" Samuel argued.

Dean shook his head. "Trust me, don't go down that road."

"What are you saying?" Samuel narrowed his eyes.

"I'm saying, stop trying," Dean replied. "It's gonna go nowhere good. Samuel, I know we've had our differences, but I'm your grandson and I'm telling you that this is wrong for so many reasons."

"You hypocrite!" Samuel yelled.

"I'm asking you to learn from our mistakes!" Dean pleaded. "Doing this, this is how the bad guy gets us every time! It's our Achilles' heel. Apparently, it runs in the family. We will figure something else out. Okay?"

Samuel shook his head. "I'm sorry, Dean, But I—

"Fine." Dean cut him off. "Bring her back. But what are you gonna tell her? You gonna tell her you made a deal with a demon? That you wouldn't help out her sons?"

"That's enough!" Samuel roared. "Just get out."

~/~\~

Castiel was watching something on Angela's laptop while she sat next to him and paged through a book. Sam and Dean were at a table, doing research.

"It's very complex," Castiel said suddenly, still staring at the laptop.

"Mm-hmm." Dean hummed, not paying attention.

Angela glanced over at what Castiel was watching and went wide-eyed. "Cas, what the hell?!"

Castiel looked at Angela, his brows furrowed in confusion. "If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?" He asked. "Perhaps she's done something wrong."

Dean's head snapped up. "You're watching porn? Why?"

"It was there." Castiel shrugged.

Angela pursed her lips and sighed. "To answer your question, Cas…sometimes, people like to be...spanked during intercourse." She explained delicately.

Castiel ended up looking more confused. "I don't understand. Why would someone experience pleasure from pain?"

Angela opened her mouth to say something but was cut off. "You don't watch porn in a room full of people!" Dean exclaimed. "And you don't talk about it. Just turn it off, man."

Castiel paused and looked down at his lap and then looked at Angela. "Angela, something is wrong…"

Angela glanced at him and quickly turned away. "Oh my God. He has a boner." She deadpanned.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Angela quickly went and opened it to reveal Samuel.

"Samuel." She greeted.

"This is what you three do?" Samuel raised a brow. "Sit around watching pornos with angels?"

"We're not supposed to talk about it," Castiel said, still watching the screen.

Dean sighed. "Why are you here, Samuel?"

"It's what Mary would want," Samuel said. "Now, this is what I know. Whatever we bag ends up there." He added, showing them a map with a location marked. "That's where he tortures 'em, interrogates 'em, I don't really know. Only been outside the places, but it's a death trap. Nothing gets in that Crowley doesn't want in and nothing gets out, period."

"Well, thanks," Angela replied.

"I wish you wouldn't do this." Samuel sighed.

"Come with us," Sam suggested.

Samuel shook his head. "I may be soft, but I'm not suicidal."

~/~\~

Meg and her posse were waiting outside of the house. "Remember me?" Meg asked Castiel. "I sure remember you, Clarence."

"Why are we working with these abominations?" Castiel asked.

"Keep talking dirty," Meg smirked. "Makes my meat suit all dewy."

Angela rolled her eyes. "Alright, simmer down. We know where Crowley is."

"Great." Meg nodded. "Do tell."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, tell you, so you can just leave us for dead."

"You three have serious abandonment issues, you know that?" Meg retorted.

"We'll show you, alright?" Sam replied. "But we're all going together."

"What, I'm just supposed to trust you?" Meg raised a brow.

Sam shook his head. "No, you're not that stupid. Give me the knife for a minute."

"No, I'm not that stupid." Meg scoffed.

"Do you want us to take you to Crowley or not?" Sam asked.

Meg handed Ruby's knife over to Sam. He used it to kill the demon next to Meg.

"You saw him," Sam said. "He was more interested in killing us than getting the job done. I just did all of us a favor."

"Hey!" Meg snapped. "You just gonna keep that?"

Sam held up the knife and glared. "You took this from us. I'm taking it back. We leave in one hour."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were packing up for the hunt.

"You know, Cas, you could help," Dean said.

"I'm ambivalent about what we're attempting," Castiel replied.

"Well, breaking into monster Gitmo is not exactly a two-for-one in the champagne room." Dean shrugged.

Castiel sighed deeply. "I'm not sure retrieving Sam's soul is wise."

Angela frowned and looked at Castiel. "Wait, what? Why?"

"I want him to survive," Castiel replied.

"Cas, what are you talking about?" Angela asked.

"Sam's soul has been locked in the cage with Michael, Lucifer, and Sophia for more than a year," Castiel explained. "And they have nothing to do but take their frustrations out on him. You understand? If we try to force that mutilated thing down Sam's gullet, we have no idea what will happen. It could be catastrophic."

"You mean he dies," Dean said.

"I mean, he doesn't. Paralysis. Insanity. Psychic pain so profound that he's locked inside himself for the rest of his life." Castiel replied.

"B-but you're saying you don't know anything for sure," Angela said, hope lacing her voice. "I mean, he could be fine, right?"

"He could be, yes." Castiel nodded.

"Okay then." Angela nodded.

"But I sincerely doubt it, Angela." Castiel sighed deeply.

"Well, if he's not fine, then you fix him," Angela suggested. "Please, Cas." Her voice cracked slightly.

"Angela, I wouldn't know where to begin." Castiel shook his head.

"Then you figure it out, Cas," Dean replied. "Come on. I mean, the guy's a frigging replicant. He needs his soul. Look, we get it back. And if there are complications, then we will figure out a way to deal with those, too."

Castiel sighed and nodded. "Of course." He replied as Dean turned away. "Or we fail, and Sam suffers horrifically."

Angela shook her head and turned her back to Castiel. She grabbed a book off of the table and hurled it at the wall. "Dammit." She muttered tears in her eyes. "Dammit!" She shouted angrily.

Dean rushed over to Angela and hugged her tightly, trying to calm her down. "Kid, it's gonna be okay." He assured. "I promise, alright?" He murmured before he looked at Castiel. "We're gonna fix this."

Sam stood hidden in the shadows, having overheard the entire conversation.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, this one was so, so fun to write. I love, love, love incorporating those little funny Cas/Angie moments. In the next chapter Sam admits that he doesn't want his soul back, so stay tuned! Don't forget to review, your feedback means the world to me. Love y'all.

~Emily