A/N: Thanks to everyone that commented, fave, or follow! I really appreciate every single one. Thanks for taking the time to read this fic. I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to update. I promise that I have been working on it. I started a new job and had a viral thing running through my house for a while so everything was hectic for a couple of weeks. I just had to rewrite this chapter a couple of times because I wasn't happy with it. I am still not satisfied with it, but I wanted to post it so I could move on with the next chapter.

Please note that trigger warnings still apply for this story.

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Chapter 2 From Dreams

Castiel swiped end call on his phone after speaking with his friend Missouri. He sighed heavily and ran both hands through his perpetually messy hair. He worked on a farm and was doing pretty well with his garden and beekeeping. He was a regular at the farmer's market in town and his honey could be found in the local mom and pop stores in town as well. He lived in a modest farm house that was in constant need of some kind of repair. The house was a little overly warm in the summer and a little drafty in the winter, but all in all Castiel loved the place. When he first came to Lawrence, he isolated himself to the farm as he engrossed himself in the how to's of gardening and beekeeping. He loved his farm so much that he was gradually adding to it. He recently purchased some hen's for his very own free-range chicken eggs. He has no desire to actually eat the birds, though. Just watching the hen's cluck around his farm made him very happy. His brother didn't understand his obsession with watching his hen's cluck around, and encouraged him to get out more after he told Castiel that he was going to become the town hermit, and that people were already talking about the strange nice looking man that raised bees. Gabriel was worried that Castiel was going to become a horder with hundreds of cats. So far he only had two cats that were typical barn cats so he wasn't sure why Gabriel was so worried, but he did as his brother suggested.

He often helped the local churches and other organizations with disaster relief since they did live in tornado country. He has offered shelter to families that were in need after their homes burned, flooded, or suffered storm damage. He was known in the community as well for helping with fundraisers: anything from cancer awareness to child hunger to the Let's-Make-This-Community-Beautiful-So-Let's-Pick-Up-Garbage projects. It wasn't long after Castiel's outreach to the community before Missouri approached him about helping out abused subs. She told him that she often had patients that needed a safe place for a few days until she could successfully secure their guardianship transfers from their abusive Doms. It took a while for him to agree, and when he did he assumed it wouldn't be very often that he would have to provide a safe house for the occasional abused sub. It wasn't long before he figured out that abuse apparently happened a lot more often than he was aware of, and it really made him question the world these days.

He walked out onto his back porch and surveyed his back yard. Over the last couple of years, quite a few subs had lived on his farm. They often enjoyed working with Castiel on the farm and learning about gardening and beekeeping. A couple had tried to have a relationship with him, but he always turned them down. Castiel just didn't do casual relationships, and certainly not one with a sub coming out of an abusive situation. He's had a couple of long-term relationships that didn't last, but they both ended on good terms. They just didn't have that spark, and he really wanted to find that sub that was his perfect match. Of course, statistically less than half of the population found their perfect match and that was steadily declining. Missouri assures him that a sub would "spark" his interest someday.

He thought back to the dream he had a while back. It wasn't uncommon for Doms and subs to have dreams about their perfect match, soul mate, true mate, whatever people wanted to call it these days. When Castiel dreamed of a vague male figure with a strong body with green eyes and dark golden blond/brown hair, he awoke feeling like he finally had something to look forward to in the future. So far, he hasn't found the right sub that fit his dream. He hasn't given up hope though. He also imagined his perfect match to have freckles, but he can't remember for the life of him if that was a part of his dream vision or just his own wishful thinking.

He realized he needed to get to Missouri's office for his meeting with Missouri and the patient's brother, Sam. Missouri said they lived with the family that owned The Roadhouse Bar and Grill and Singer Auto and Body Shop in town. He has been to The Roadhouse a couple of times with his brother and was impressed with the food and rustic atmosphere. He couldn't place the owners, but he figured that over time he would meet everyone that Sam and his brother considered as family through Dean. He was still apprehensive about the situation, but based on what Missouri told him the sub needed help. So Castiel was going to do what he could to help Missouri get her patient overcome the abuse he suffered so that he can hopefully find a Dom that will be good to him and live a happy life.

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Castiel was sent to Missouri's office by her receptionist and told that the others would join him shortly. He was in there for about five minutes when the door opened and Missouri walked in with a young man that Castiel assumed was Sam Winchester. Introductions were made and as the three hammered out the details regarding the patient's therapy and guardianship, Castiel learned that Sam was very protective over his brother, Dean. Missouri asked if they had any questions regarding the process or if they had any questions for each other. Sam spoke up after clearing his throat. "Well, I think that Dean feels that I am abandoning him. I guess in a way, I am. I just don't...I don't really know how else to help him since it is obvious that he doesn't want me knowing anything that happened to him while he was away. I wish he would talk to me, but he always just says that there are just some things a brother shouldn't know. I can tell he is afraid that I will make him talk about it since I am his guardian, but Missouri explained to me that it is important that Dean opens up when he is ready. I know you will be giving reports to Missouri quite often, and I just would like to make sure that I am included in the loop." Sam looked at them both expectantly.

Castiel glanced over at Missouri before answering when she nodded his way. "Missouri, please correct me if I am wrong in what I am about to say. Sam, I will update you on as much as I possibly can, but I will be honest with you. If we all want Dean to open up to me about his abuse so that he can heal as we move forward with his therapy, then he has to be able to trust that what he tells me will stay with me. Of course, Missouri will need to be up to date about it since she is his therapist. I will make sure that Dean understands that Missouri has to be aware of his progress every step of the way. As for you, Sam, I will tell you what I can but I won't tell you something that I know Dean is uncomfortable with you knowing. I hope you understand. When the time comes that you resume guardianship or he has a Dom, then I am sure that some things will have to be discussed. Until then, I will update you on his progress as much as possible."

Sam frowned slightly, but nodded in agreement. "I understand. I know you are right. It is just that he is my brother, and he has been through so much. I just want to help him."

"I think it will help Dean out more if he can count on you as his brother...without having to worry about the fact that you are his guardian. You will simply be his brother. That will be a good thing, Sam." Missouri smiled encouragingly toward Sam before turning toward Castiel. "Castiel, you can even encourage Dean to talk to his brother as often as possible. I believe that will be good for them both to have that brotherly bond there and re-established. Since we really don't know what all has happened to Dean over the last few years, then I think it is important that we acknowledge that some of it had to be traumatizing for him. Honestly, some of the things that I have heard over the years during my practice is enough to keep you awake at night wondering how people can be so cruel. Sam, I think that respecting Dean's wishes by not divulging details to Sam, or anyone else for that matter, will do a long way toward gaining Dean's trust and having him feel like he has some control over his life again."

Castiel and Sam both agreed. "I know you are right. I am thankful to have my brother back, but...it isn't the same. He isn't the same. I appreciate everything you are doing Missouri. Thank you, Castiel, for doing this as well. To take on the responsibility of a stranger, well, I just can't imagine how difficult that must be."

"Sam, you know it really isn't all that uncommon to have Doms foster so to speak. It happens more often than I would like for a sub to have to be a ward of the state and have a state appointed Dom as a guardian. I am thankful that I have Doms like Castiel that are willing and able to do it so that subs aren't put into the system. This really is the best solution...if we don't at least attempt to do this then I will probably have to recommend sending Dean to the Sunnydale Institution. I know Dean will not want to go there. Probably the only thing he would like quite honestly is the pudding." Missouri chuckled before continuing. "I really believe this will work for him but it will take time. Now, let's discuss a little about Dean's behavior prior to his time away versus now." They discussed Dean's behavior prior to presenting and how it was a shock when he presented as a sub. Everyone just knew that he was going to be a Dom, and apparently Dean struggled with accepting that he wasn't by choosing to ignore it at first. Of course, people wouldn't let him ignore it. Everyone treated Dean differently after he presented and Sam said that their own father treated Dean differently as well. There apparently had been some discussion about sending Dean to a sub disciplinary training school before his dad passed away from the accident. Sam was saddened by how that independence and strong-willed behavior was almost non-existent in Dean at the moment. Castiel's heart ached for the young boy that was so sure of himself that when he presented as a sub he was made to suppress who he was because it didn't measure up with what society said a "good sub" should act. Sam agreed and said that was precisely why he wanted to change things by fighting for sub rights.

The three made plans to meet in the office the next day with Dean present for the meeting so that he could meet Castiel for the first time. They all walked out together and engaged in a some basic small talk before getting in their vehicles and driving away. Castiel drove home in silence as he went over the meeting. For Dean to go from a Dom-like personality to having anxiety over making decisions, being afraid of the dark, claustrophobic episodes, and nightmares, he had to have suffered a great deal of conditioning and abuse. What exactly does a sub suffer through to make that big of a difference in their personality in just five years? Castiel was a little wary of finding out the answer...

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He opened his eyes and panicked at first because he actually wondered if he was blind. It was so dark that he actually began to doubt himself...he really began to believe he was blind. He reached out with his hands slowly and felt some kind of padding. After feeling all around him, he realized it was completely padded...whatever it was. The silence was deafening and he knew that he wasn't deaf because he could hear his own heavy panicked breathing. He couldn't lay straight or stand up. The best he could tell so far was that the...box? was about four by four all the way around. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear anything outside of the box, and he could feel the tears of fear and frustration begin to slide down his cheeks as he realized that he was completely naked. He thought back to the last thing he could remember, and froze. Oh God! Michael had asked him to...

Dean shook his head as more tears leaked from his eyes unwillingly. He had been with Michael for a year. Done everything Michael had wanted in order to remain under the radar until he was able to live on his own. He took care of Michael's house. He cleaned, cooked, and did all the laundry. So far, Michael had been good to him. There had been a few spankings over the year, but once Dean figured out exactly what Michael expected the spankings tapered off. He had no clue that Michael was setting things up for a more sinister purpose for him, and for the first time Dean felt as though he had made a deal with the devil. When Michael had said that he had something different in mind for the evening. Something new. Dean was apprehensive, but figured it couldn't be too bad because so far Michael had been good to him. When Michael explained what he wanted from Dean, his mind rebelled against the idea. He had told Michael he couldn't do it. That it was asking too much. Michael just shook his head in what appeared to be sympathy and told Dean that his body was his to use as he saw fit. His body was Michael's, a vessel for him to use. If he refused he would be punished severely for it. Dean still just shook his head and said that he didn't think he could do that. Michael looked over Dean's shoulder and nodded. The needle went in before Dean even had time to really wonder what Michael's friend, Alistair, was even doing there. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the box.

Dean sat for a while thinking about the situation and tried not to panic. He wasn't sure how long he had been in there, but it felt like forever. He realized that Michael could leave him in the box to die and no one would never know. He was going to die in this box and never see his brother again. Tears began to fall as he panicked over how he was going to get out of the box, and then Dean started wondering about the air in the box. Would he run out? What if he ran out? He didn't want to die. He began to pound the sides of his prison, screaming for Michael. "Michael, please! Please let me out! I will...I will be good. I will be so good. I will even do what...Oh God. I will even do whatever you want me to do. Please don't let me die in here. I will do what you want. Please! I am sorry!" Dean was sobbing now, "I am sorry, Michael. Please...just give me a chance to try to be good."

Michael's voice broke through Dean's sobs through what sounded like a speaker. "Dean. I know you are sorry." He sounded like he was talking to a distraught child. "Hush now. I know you want to be good, and I will give you another chance. So you will do what I asked now?"

"I promise, I will be good and I will do whatever you want. Please just let me out of here. Please." Dean sobbed and begged Michael to please let him out and knew that later he would hate himself, but anything would be better than dying in this box...he sobbed as he thought about what he was going to have to do and realized that he would probably have to keep doing it...

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Dean woke up suddenly in his bed gasping for air and tears streaming down his face. He dreamed about that first time quite often. He hated The Pit. That was what Michael had called the box that he would place Dean in to reduce him to a pathetic and weak mess willing to do whatever Michael asked just to get out. He spent more time in The Pit than he cared to think about and wished sometimes that he could just have his memories erased from that time. His mom used to sing to him, and she told him that he had angels watching over him. A guardian angel would surely have the power to erase memories. He prayed for it nightly, but every day he awoke to a new day with the same old memories. He had done so well suppressing everything and pretending that what happened didn't actually happen, but his sessions with Dr. Missouri were making it harder for him to pretend otherwise. He didn't want to open up about any of it...ever. He wanted to pretend it never happened. He didn't know why he couldn't just pretend that it never happened. Just pretend that Michael was an abusive, possessive control freak. He clenched his fists in his hair and pulled. He had no control over anything and felt like he was drowning. He just wanted to scream.

"Dean! Dean! I am here, Dean!" Sam came rushing in to his room looking like he had just jumped out of bed and wrapped Dean up in an embrace. It was then that Dean realized that he was screaming, and he couldn't stop it. He heard the commotion all around him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he jerked when he realized that Dr. Missouri was in front of him with a needle, which made him scream harder because all he could think about was waking up in The Pit after being drugged! He felt hands all over him and the stab of the needle. Through his panicked thoughts and sobs, he realized Sam was running his hand through his hair and shushing him before darkness overtook him.

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Castiel walked into the hospital waiting room and immediately searched out Sam. It was about 8am now, and when Missouri had called saying they were at the hospital after having to sedate Dean during the night after he wouldn't stop screaming and crying hysterically. Missouri said that their meeting would have to be postponed and that she may end up having to put Dean in Sunnydale after all. Castiel could tell that she was unhappy about that. He decided that he could at least come visit Sam and keep him company. Sam smiled gratefully toward Castiel when he saw him walking toward him. "Castiel, I am sorry we have to meet again like this. I am glad you are here though. I want you to meet Aunt Ellen and Uncle Bobby when they get back from grabbing coffee and breakfast. I guess Missouri told you about what happened and...Crap. He had to be sedated. I couldn't calm him down and Uncle Bobby had to call Missouri." Sam had tears in his eyes before he lowered his head to his hands as he sat with this elbows propped up on his knees.

"Sam, I am here to help in any way I can. I am hoping that we can still work things out without Dean having to go to Sunnydale. I am assuming that he is still sedated?"

Sam nodded with the barest movement. "He is." Sam looked to Castiel as he sat beside Sam. "It was absolutely horrible. He was screaming and crying hysterically. I couldn't do anything to help him. Nothing. I am really...I don't know. What in the hell happened to him? Seriously, man. What the hell?"

Castiel could only shake his head. "I don't know. But we will figure this out. In the mean time, you can be there for him."

Missouri came out to the waiting room then and came over to them both. "Dean is awake, but groggy. He still has some drugs in his system that are going to make him a little loopy for a bit, but I think that once they wear off he will be better. I am hopeful that we can continue on as planned. Sam you can go on in and see him now." As Sam walked off, Missouri addressed Castiel. "I think you can meet him once the meds wear off some. I think it would be best if he could meet you for the first time while he is fully alert."

Castiel nodded. "I definitely agree. I just wanted to be here for moral support and help out any way I can."

Dean got better as the day went on and Sam said that Dean was really embarrassed about what had happened. Apparently, Dean was ready to meet the man that was going to be his guardian. Castiel walked into the room behind Sam. "Dean, this is Castiel. Castiel, this is my brother, Dean."

Castiel froze where he stood. The sub in the bed was so similar to the sub in his dreams that Castiel was stunned.

Dean Winchester, couldn't be the sub of his dreams. Could he?

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Thanks, again for reading! I am excited about the next chapter. I am so glad I finally got to the part where the boys meet. I wanted to have a good back story with Castiel and struggled to keep from rushing the story because I wanted to keep the pace from the first chapter. I still feel like it was somewhat rushed. Probably because I just wanted to post it already.

I hope to have the next chapter up in a week...or less. :)