Sam got in front of his brother as Dean scrambled for the gun, Castiel realized he was scaring them, the darkness receded leaving the angel standing there attempting to look nonthreatening but forgetting his full gilded armor made him look every inch the angelic warrior.

Dean pointed the gun at him while Sam grabbed the angel blade, "Who the hell are you?!"

"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord and I need your help."

Dean kept the gun steady, "We haven't had good luck dealing with angels so back up buddy."

Castiel put up his hands and backed against the counter, "I'm not here to hurt you…I was told you rescue the innocent, I have three that need to be saved. They are truly in dire circumstances."

Deans gun waivered, "Yeah…well who are they and what's their story?"

"It's a very long story."

Sam grabbed a chair and slid it over to the angel, "We have time, sit down."

Castiel sat and Dean examined his garb, "What's with the skirt and armor?"

"I'm captain of a garrison in Heaven and this is to impress my troops and superiors. Naomi said I needed an image."

Dean set the gun on the bed and relaxed, "From where I'm sitting it's pretty impressive." The angel stared at him looking confused.

Dean pointed at the angels crotch, "Your nice big dick and balls are showing…no underwear in Heaven I guess."

Sam tugged his brother's hair, "Pervert…anyway Castiel what about these innocents?"

"Whores, three hybrids of angels and I suppose fairies or elves. Their conditions are deplorable and heartbreaking. You should see them, small and fragile, beautiful creatures and so pure despite what is done to them."

Dean blew out a breath and looked at his brother, "I don't know, Sammy that's not really our thing. How are we supposed to get in there and get out with them?"

Castiel looked to them both desperately, "That is why I need your help, I have no one I can trust except Leo."

…..

Miniel sat brushing his brothers long chestnut waves, "Thank you that feels very good brother," he stared at himself in the mirror and fingered a bruise on his cheek that was slowly healing, "do you think the captain will save us?"

"I believe he will try, if he fails it would be more than anyone else has done for us and we should still be grateful." Rahmiel twirled in front of the mirror admiring himself in the linen robe, "He gave us these…I feel like a real angel now!"

Lofiel smiled at his happy brother, they usually had nothing to smile about, "You look beautiful, nicer than a full blood angel." He held out his arms and his brother crawled into them.

Their comfort and home was each other's arms and their pleasure never came from the angels that used them, only from the gentle touches of the other two.

Lofiel kissed his brothers blushed little lips and slid his fingers under Rahmiel's new robe, "Do you want me to comfort you?"

The olive skinned beauty opened his legs and closed his eyes, "Yes please touch me gently." Lofiel stroked slowly, it took them longer to finish. The brothers were created to last longer than the other prostitutes.

Miniel dipped his fingers in lavender scented oil and pushed a small finger against his brothers healed opening, "Would you like me to continue?"

Rahmiel relished the tender touch and pulled back his legs, "Please."

He felt the delicate fingers explore until they found what the brothers called, their treasures. The raven haired being rolled his head back and forth on the pillow as the pair worked to bring him to climax, he bucked and whimpered trying to be quiet so Puriel didn't hear them.

As soon as his balls tightened they bent over their brother to receive what they viewed as a gift, lapping the warm liquid from the head as his cock jerked.

When it was over they giggled at the secret, the three were forbidden to give each other pleasure and this was their only way to have any independence.

Miniel brought them a small glass of elderberry wine and lifted his brother's head letting him drink, "There Ramiel, you like this wine." It was the only indulgence they were allowed and it took only minute amounts for the angels to feel the effects.

Soon the three were on the bed together writhing in pleasure, tongues and fingers exploring until all were satisfied.

They slept after that, angels needed no sleep but they weren't fully angelic. Miniel was always between them, keeping watch but that night he gave in to sleep and dreamed of a new life in a new world.

….

Sam felt it was too much of a risk, "We can't get involved in this, don't you take care of your own kind?"

Castiel sighed, "If you can call it caring, we war with each other constantly. Groups splinter off and make their own rules interpreting the word of God as they see fit."

Dean snorted, "Yeah like humans do."

Castiel waved his hand in the air, "Please look at them and then decide." A mirror to the little angel's room opened up.

Sam and Dean both leaned forward and watched the three little males sleeping in a tangle. Lofiel stretched in his sleep then curled into a ball hugging himself tightly. Rahmiel had a thumb in his mouth and jerked during a dream, he cried out and Miniel woke up and stroked his hair.

Sam couldn't help but notice the little bushes of pubic hair and beautiful manes on their heads but otherwise they were hairless, "How old are they?"

Castiel shrugged, "They were created, no real age I suppose. The trio will always look very young if you're talking about human appearances. They are sexually ready for the taking…the innocence is part of their attraction. Their hearts are as young as their bodies but their skills and minds are very sharp. If you meet them it will be noticeable how very little they actually know, that room is their world."

Sam and Dean watched as a large brute ushered in a group of angels in suits, they stood around the bed talked and laughing as the brothers woke up. Castiel pointed to the large angel, "That is Puriel, Master of Whores…his official title."

Deans jaw tightened when he saw the blonde lifted to his knees then bent and fucked as the other two were pinched and manhandled, "What the…what are they doing to them?!"

Castiel knew the Winchesters were now getting angry and disgusted enough to help, "Whatever they want, do you see the torture devices…the objects on the tray and the walls? All of it is used on them, now do you see why they need you?"

Sam couldn't stand their crying or the pained expressions as he witnessed just a sample of what the beings went through all the time, "Dean we have to do this, I just can't leave them there."

Dean nodded in agreement, "I'm in all the way."

Castiel stood and held out his arms, "Thank you brothers, now come with me."

….

Castiel brought the hunters to his private quarters and gave them external warding against detection from angels, he touched the symbols inked across the backs of the Winchesters, "You're warded now, angels won't be able to sense you but of course they can see you. I gave myself an out on the warding…I will know where you are."

Sam put the duffle they brought on the table, he took out the holy oil and the angel blade, "Dean needs a blade. Once you get us in there what do we do?"

"Grab the brothers and take them to the pines here," Castiel pointed to a map, "I have a place where we can hide until all of us can make it back to earth."

Dean studied the simple map, "What happens to you?"

"I hope they don't know it's me behind this, I can do more good as captain than as a runaway angel. If they find out then I suppose I'll have to leave. I don't have many I can count on. No one would help me except Leo my advisor."

Leo appeared and Dean grabbed the blade, "Are you Leo?"

Leo nodded, "Yes, put that down." Castiel was happy to see at least one angel he trusted, "Leo meet Sam and Dean Winchester."

Leo just stared at them, Dean stuck out his hand, "Well you must be the one with the personality and Cas is the looks right?" Leo frowned and glanced down at the outstretched hand, "I don't understand."

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and pushed it down, "So Leo you're ready to destroy your life here for them?"

Leo looked longingly toward Castiel, "No I'm ready to destroy it for my captain."

Dean winked at Castiel, "I got it now."

Castiel rolled up the map and handed it to Dean then slipped a blade in the sheath across his breast plate and handed another to the Sam, "I have no idea what you mean."

…

Leo approached Puriel and held up two bottles of elderberry wine, "I have one for the brothers and one for you. Puriel you work too hard, go relax while I fuck the whores."

His eyes lit up when he saw the bottle, "Excellent thank you, enjoy them Leo." He opened the door and Leo stepped inside, "I want privacy, I plan on working them very hard."

Puriel looked at the trio standing there in their robes waiting for instruction, "Now they have robes and names, do me a favor and teach those bitches manners and gratitude for even existing."

Leo grabbed a leather paddle and whirled it through the air then stopped to point it at Miniel, "You first worthless half breed whore!"

Miniel dropped his robe and lowered his eyes, "Yes sir." He pulled his long hair over his shoulder exposing his back and bottom waiting for the beating.

Puriel chuckled and shut the door behind him.

…..

Castiel appeared outside the door with the Winchesters; Sam immediately ran a line of oil across the doorway, "If we light this you better be on the other side Castiel."

The angel looked at the line of oil, "You know Sam we have it here if you run out."

Dean clapped Castiel on the back, "Way to make us feel like idiots."

They entered and Leo was sitting on the bed with the trio, they were huddled together drinking elderberry wine from the bottle taking small sips.

When they saw Castiel and the two strangers all three crawled to the edge of the bed and stared up at the Winchesters wide eyed and curious. Miniel touched Dean's jacket, "Are you going to help us?"

Dean looked down at him in amazement, "You are friggin' adorable!" Miniel smiled happily up at him, "Thank you, I think you are very handsome sir."

Dean couldn't stop himself, he traced his thumb over the small, plump lips and Miniel instinctively sucked it into his mouth. The hunter whispered, "So beautiful…sweet."

Sam watched for a moment and then forced himself to stop, he shook his brothers arm, "Snap out of it Dean."

Dean blinked and then looked around in a daze until the sexual tension wore off, he grabbed the little angel and hefted him on his hip, "Alright Cas now what?"

Castiel touched Leo's face, "You can leave now, thank you." Leo closed his eyes and trembled from the captain's touch, "No I'm helping you." He picked up Rahmiel and slung him over his shoulder, Sam grabbed Lofiel and they headed to the end of hall.

Dean put Miniel down, "Sorry kid you're getting heavy." He grabbed his hand and leaned out looking both ways. "Crap, there are some douchy looking guys coming."

Castiel vanished and appeared in front of the Elite Guardsmen; one of them was coming with a clever comment until his throat was slashed reducing the angel to light and then ashes. The other pulled a blade and swung catching the captain across the breast plate, for once Castiel was grateful for the ridiculous armor.

Castiel stabbed and ran a line to the angel's throat gutting him as a blinding light filled the hallway leaving only ash in its wake. Sam, Dean and Leo were heading the other direction, each one carrying a brother once again realizing there was no way for them to keep up.

Sam stopped and put Rahmiel down, he peeked out and saw the activity directly across from the exit, "Dean we are royally fucked."

TBC