Chapter 6: A Forced Kidnaping
"Do you care to tell me exactly how you did manage to find me?" Crowley asked, staring down at the two angels and two humans that stood before him in his office that he used for normal meetings. "May I offer you a drink?"
"I don't think any of us are stupid enough to drink anything you'd offer us." Sam snapped. "Where's Dean?"
Crowley poured himself a glass of whisky and took a seat once more, grabbing a pen to sign some of the paper work that needed to be done. "What makes you think I've seen your Dean? The only other person here of interest is my son."
"You mean my son." Gabriel said, his voice cold. "You know that I adopted Dean making him my son. Then you pumped him full of demon blood."
Crowley glanced up with a smile. "Our son then. And thanks for giving me a son even though we didn't do the deed. You should have taken better care of him though. He showed up deaf and in pain because you hated him for the demon blood in him. He asked that I take care of him and give him a fresh start since he had no where else to go. So I did."
"You're full of shit!" Bobby spat. "Dean would never come to you for anything! He knows you'd stab him in the back faster then you can blink!"
"Then why is he currently sleeping upstairs and not with you?" The Scotsman asked, signing off on one of the papers and setting it aside.
"I want to see him. I want to see my mate!"
Crowley looked up at Castiel, the angel was giving off a very unpleasant energy, it was almost sour. "Have you lost weight? You look thinner and you're a bit on the pale side. I'd get that checked if I were you. I've heard that losing a mate can be fatal to an angel."
"Castiel is fine." Gabriel said. "Now are you going to grant our request to see Dean or not?"
"He's asleep. Like I said. Try coming back another day" Crowley said turning back to his paper work. "Now if you don't mind I'm very busy. Being the King of Hell comes with a lot of paper work."
"Please let us see Dean. It's all we're asking. If he's really happy then we'll leave. No questions asked." Sam said. "I just need to see my brother."
"He's not your brother anymore." The Hell king said with a grin. "So he's not your problem."
"My step son then." The hunter snapped. "Gabe is my mate. Dean is his son. My step son."
Thinking about it the Scotsman supposed the hunter made a point. There were also laws that were in place about demonic children. If a couple had a child and the couple split then demands to see the child by the other parent had to be met unless there was a just cause for not allowing it. Just his luck he didn't have an excuse ready because he didn't think they'd catch up to him so soon.
"Well? Can we see Dean or not?" Sam asked with a glare.
With a growl Crowley pushed a button on his desk the intercom on his desk. "Would someone be kind enough to wake my son and send him down to my office? There are some people who would like to see him." He let go of the button and looked up. "Happy? He should be down in a few minutes."
Gabriel was staring at him with a look that clearly promised him pain. Having gone toe to toe with the archangel once before and not coming out on top had given him a new respect for the blonde despite his stature. Gabriel was not someone that he was willing to try and cross again. A sudden scream rang out before it was abruptly cut off causing everyone in the room to jump.
"Damn it not again." Crowley said tiredly. "That is the third on this week."
Gabriel couldn't help but smile at him. "Problems?"
"He's roughly the equivalent of a demonic teenager." The demon said with a growl as he stood. "It comes with mood swings."
A door near the back of the room opened and Dean walked in looking half asleep. He was wearing his spiked boots and leather pants and nothing else. Crowley growled at his half dressed state as he realized that those leather pants were barely laced up enough to protect his modesty and his boots weren't even tied. Dean walked over to his bottle of whiksy and pulled the top off and instead of pouring himself a glass began to drink straight from the bottle itself. The Scotsman couldn't help but feel slightly disgusted at the display.
Finished taking a drink Dean turned to Crowley. "Your guard is dead."
The King of Hell had to count to five to calm himself before he even thought about asking his question. "May I ask what this one did to earn your ire?"
"He touched me. You need to train them better." Dean said turning and leaning against the table to face him while taking another drink. "And while you're at it get some decent booze in here please. This stuff is horrible. They didn't even spell whiskey right on the bottle."
Crowley fought the urge to to smack the hunter. "That is the finest Scottish Whisky anywhere and that is the proper way it is spelled where I am from. Try having a little respect Dean."
The half dressed man took another drink and seemed to think it over. "So not only do they not know good booze but they can't spell it either? I'm starting to feel bad for you."
Taking a deep breath the Hell King fought to calm himself before waving a hand towards the other four in the room. "Dean there are some people here who would like to see you. If you would please make yourself a little more presentable."
Dean looked down at his clothes and pulled his pants up a bit more and tied them. "Better?" He asked looking back up the demon.
Crowley nodded. "Much. Now I would like to introduce you to Robert, Sam, Gabriel and Castiel. They are here to see you."
Dean turned to look at them and then he turned back to the Hell King with a frown, running a hand over his face. "Look, I get that you think I'm stressed but this is not going to win brownie points with me. Really."
That had the whole room confused.
"Beg your pardon?" Crowley asked, not sure what the hunter was going on about.
"I know you are trying to be a good dad to me and I understand that you aren't too sure how to go about it but this is going just a bit too far don't you think? I mean I can understand buying me magazines and movies, hell I could even understand you buying me toys, condoms, and lube, but this?" Dean shook his head. "I really don't need to you to buy me bed partners. Hell the only one that even runs close to my tastes is the dark haired one."
Crowley resisted the urge to smack himself in the face hard; the boy honestly thought he had bought him hookers. Judging by the look on the archangel's face he was enjoying the his discomfort. He wasn't sure how much more of Dean's attitude he could take. The only thing that kept him from killing the boy was the fact he needed him alive to get what he wanted.
"Dean they are not here for that. They just want to talk to you. Sam and Robert are hunters and Castiel is a seraph and Gabriel is an archangel." Crowley explained.
Dean made tsking sound. "Wow...Slow week Dad? This is what you've been reduced to? Making deals with angels? The common demon would weep at that fact."
"Damnit Dean! You really need to stop pissing me off."
The brunette smirked. "You mean like this?"
Without another word Dean walked over to Castiel and grabbed the angel around the waist. He pressed in close and slammed their lips together, kissing the angel hard. Dean felt the angel tense under him and then he melted against him, kissing back for all he was worth. There was a sense of rightness that came with the kiss. There was a sudden hand on his shoulder yanking him away. He stumbled and looked up at the angry face of his dad.
"What do you think you are doing?" The King of Hell asked.
"Did it piss you off?" Dean asked with a smirk.
Dean could almost feel the growl the demon let out. "Yes."
"Then my work is done." The hunter said with a chuckle as Crowley went back to his desk and he turned to face the others. "So you wanted to see me?"
For a moment Dean was glad he was deaf. Everyone started talking at once. If the look on Crowley's face was anything to go by then they were yelling. Dean watched them for a moment before putting his hand up. They fell silent and Dean gave then a smirk. He took another drink before turning to make sure he could see everyone.
"Okay since my dad obviously didn't tell you I will. If you want to talk to me you need to do it one at a time. I am deaf. I read lips to get by. The only way I can understand anything is if you all talk one at a time or pick someone to speak for the group. Are we clear?"
The four looked at each other before the blonde came forward. As he did Dean wondered if the angel had recovered from losing his wing. It looked like he had recovered from everything else so why not that? He was pleased to see that he was right about the dark haired angel being Castiel. It just made him wonder what the other three meant to him.
"Hello Dean. How are you?" ^Can you hear me?^
Dean fought the urge to jump at the sudden voice in his head. "Fine considering this one doesn't know the first thing about being a proper dad." ^How the fuck are you in my head?^
"Don't you recognize us?" ^I'm an archangel. Listen you asked us here so I am going to assume you have a plan?^
"Nope. Why should I?" ^Yeah. Once you leave park around back near the crack in the wall.^
"Dean it's us. Your family." ^Any particular time?^
Dean made sure to let out a growl, glad that these people and his own acting skills were up to par. "Yeah right. Angels and hunters killed my family! How dare you even say shit like that! I should have known that angels were nothing but lying scumbags." ^Yeah. As soon as you leave. I'll be right there. You might have to wait for a bit. I have to go get ready right now okay?^
Gabriel flinched at that as did the other four. ^Yeah go.^ "Listen to us Dean. Crowley isn't-"
"Shut your mouth!" Dean snapped. "You know what? Fuck you. I'm leaving. I'm going out to get laid. I'll be back later."
Crowley watched Dean leave with a satisfied smirk. "See? He doesn't want to see you."
"What the hell did you do to my brother?" Sam snapped.
"He asked that I take away his memories so he wouldn't have to remember the pain he felt when you turned on him." The Scotsman said with a smirk. "In his mind you are the ones who killed his family and left him for dead. I'm his loving father."
Gabriel glared at the King of Hell. "And if I kill you now? What would happen then?"
"Then you'd have a very angry Nephilim to contend with wouldn't you?"
Gabriel let out an angry sigh. "Just because you've managed to win this battle it does not mean that the war between us is over Crowley. I will drive you into the ground."
"Good luck with that." The Hell King said with a smirk. "Now run along. I have things to attend too and I need to make sure my son is okay after you upset him."
Several demons came forward and began to escort them out and the four went, shoot glares at him the whole time. Once they were out of sight he rushed up to Dean's room. He wasn't sure what damage could have been done to the seal since the boy had kissed his mate. He could only hope that it wasn't too bad. When he got to Dean's room he went in and saw him comparing two different shirts.
"Are you alright?" Crowley asked, trying to look concerned. "I know that must not have been pleasant. I should have turned them away."
Dean shook his head. "It's fine. I'm sorry I snapped like that. And I'm sorry for kissing the one. I was just so mad and..."
"I know." Crowley said, placing his hand on the seal on the hunter's neck, relieved to find that it was still intact and no damage had been done. "I just want to make sure you are safe."
"Thanks."
Crowley leaned forward and placed a kiss on the hunter's neck drawing a shudder from him. "Are you sure you want to go out and get laid? I could always keep you entertained."
"Make another time. Right now I want to see if I can find me a nice virgin to break in." Dean said, finally settling on a black velvet poet's shirt. "Besides I thought you had a ton of work."
The demon sighed knowing that he was right. His pursuit of the hunter left him falling behind in his work. He grabbed Dean around the waist and pulled him close, savoring the warm, half nude body. The hunter's green eyes locked on his in the mirror and the King of Hell couldn't help himself. He spun the Nephilim around and kissed him hard, shoving him against the mirror. As sharp cry left his lips as the demon bit them, blood welling to the surface. Those cries increased when he moved down the hunter's neck. He managed to calm himself and pulled away, leaving Dean gasping for breath and wide eyed.
Crowley fixed his suit. "Have a fun time. This might be the last time I let you leave for a while."
Dean didn't move until he heard his door lock. He began to shake, Crowley had never done that before. All the more reason to why he need to leave. It didn't matter anymore if these people were safe, he had to leave. Rushing around the room he grabbed a small backpack and began shoving clothes in it and the manilla envelope. Making sure that was everything he went over to the window and began climbing down.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Gabriel tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of the Impala. He didn't want to say anything but he was worried for Dean. Even though the hunter didn't recognize them he'd still felt the pull to Castiel. So much so that he had kissed him. While it was clear that Dean had only been trying to get a rise out of the demon, Gabriel had seen so much more. The pure fury and fear that came off the demon nearly made him gag. Looking down at the clock he tried to hide his frustration.
"Gabe..."
"I'm fine."
"You're worried."
The angel turned his gold eyes on Sam. "Yeah I am. When Dean kissed Cassie it sparked something in Crowley. He was upset. I think it has to do with the spell sealing Dean's memories. I think that he was afraid that it would break. My guess is that the spell must not be taking like he wants it too or it's not stable."
"That's good for us then right?" Bobby asked.
"It can be but there is also a danger of it collapsing and it could leave him with scattered memories of truth and lies. It could be very harmful." Gabriel admitted.
"We can help him though as long as we are careful." Castiel said. "Gabriel is strong enough in his healing skills that it should not be a problem."
"So just how long do we have to wait?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know but the longer we wait the more likely it is that Crowley has figured out that something is wrong." Gabriel said softly.
Just then there was the sound of hell hound growling that began to slowly fill the air. Gabriel and Castiel sat a bit straighter and their eyes tracked something near the wall. A black leather bag was thrown over the wall and caught by the hound and sat on the ground. A figure came over the wall and grabbed the bag. The figure shimmered and vanished and reappeared in the back seat.
"Drive! Now!"
Gabriel and Sam turned to face Dean, who had appeared in the back seat. All four took a look at him. They took in the clothes which they had to admit looked good on the hunter but then they noticed the blood and hicky. Dean clutched the black leather bag he held tight to his chest, glancing around.
"Stop staring at me and drive! Get me the hell out of here now!"
Sam looked horrified. "Dean what-"
"You can fawn over me later!" Dean snapped. "I could care less where you take me! Hell I don't even care if you are taking me to be executed just get me the fuck out of here now!"
The Impala shook and a hell hound growled.
"Shit! Just follow us Fergus! Meet us there but don't be seen!" Dean snapped.
The hell hound vanished into the night and Gabriel started up the Impala. The archangel gunned the engine and they took off for the nearest highway. It was only when they were several miles away that Dean seemed to relax looking out the back window before collapsing against the seat.
"Thank fuck!" The Nephilim said taking a deep breath. "I was sure that he'd have me followed."
"Are you alright?" Castiel asked reaching up to touch Dean's face.
The hunter jerked at the soft touch, not having seen the angel speak in the dim light. "Whoa! The hell are you doing? You can do whatever you want to me later just get me someplace safe."
Gabriel glanced in the mirror and nodded. He turned off into a tunnel and as they drove the tunnel began to change, going from concrete and steel to stone. Coming out the other side they were greeted with the sight of the archangel's house in the setting sun. Dean's eyes went wide as he took it in. Gabriel parked the car and they all got out. As Dean shut the door he stumbled dropping his bag.
"Are you alright?" Castiel asked, rushing to his mate's side.
"Yeah. I'm fine just...Fucking lay lines." The brunette gasped out.
"I'm sorry you don't like the location of my house." Gabriel said with a grin.
Dean stared at him in shock. "You actually live here?"
"We all do."
Green eyes took in their surroundings before turning back to the group. "There is something seriously wrong in the head with you fucking people." He said before the energy became too much and he hit the ground in a dead faint.