AN: 'Sup everyone? We're finally getting to the good part! :D I'm going to have a LOT of fun with this chapter. Hope you all enjoy it, too. Btw, I'll be referring to Castiel as a "he" in this story most of the time despite his female appearance. Although, whenever I'm speaking in light of a stranger's point of view I might use "she". Don't get confused, lol!

Story Title: Castiella

Story Summary: Sam and Dean are on another run of the mill creature call in Hotevilla, Arizona about an Incubus that's draining the life out of women all over town. Castiel has been MIA for a few days, but finally shows up again after a... surprising change. What happened to his original meat suit, and how did he get into the body of a young woman? How will all this confusion effect the case? Find out!

Chapter summary: Now that Sam and Dean have transformed their little angelic virgin into a full-fledged woman, they head out to all the sleaziest bars in Hotevilla hoping to get a glimpse of where the Incubus lurks. With a little help from the boys, and an awkward encounter with a drunk customer, the boys are starting to wonder whether their plan will ever work out.

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Chapter Four: The Predator and It's Prey

The smell of smoke was pungent enough to give everyone lung cancer at this particular bar, but such things could not hinder the now female Castiel while he lie in wait at the counter. The rose-colored lust of the atmosphere smothered any hope of chastity that the angel had been deprived of ever since he took on a human host, and an effort to search for such a thing was in vain from the beginning, of course. The evolution of the human disposition had been a torrent of ups and downs throughout the ages, but Castiel had never imagined that God's own creations could become so... debauched? Unethical? Perhaps those words were too crude? After all, there was still some hope struggling to break through the fray within those he had met during his journey, namely the hunters who were providing aid in their attempt at stopping Lucifer and the Apocalypse. How ironic it was that the people who have killed more beings than any mass murderer on Earth were doing the work of... of...

"..."

He was trying not to associate the efforts of his friends with "The Lord's work" anymore, seeing as his Father had pretty much flown the coop from the get-go. He was certain that the hunters weren't helping out for the sake of God anyway. No. This was a cause that he and many others had inclined to take upon themselves, not from the orders of anyone else; not from his Father.

Castiel positioned his arms on the table top in ten different ways until he noticed the bar tender giving him strange looks, and his eyes constantly swept the room not only for the Incubus, but to make sure he didn't stand out too much in front of the other guests. The slow, sensual strum of a guitar played near the corner of the room where a live performance was transpiring. This style of music didn't calm him down in the least. A young, single "woman", alone, in a sleazy bar, with little to no experience when it came to sexuality; "she" had plenty to worry about.

So far, Castiel had only seen the occasional couple making dewy eyes at each other across from where they sat, as well as some of the typical younger male customers moving in on their chosen prey for the night. Not one of them had the face of a shredded dust rag, but each new bar-goer that waltzed in was under careful scrutinization by the angel's off-handed gaze. Dean had given him a tip earlier not to stare at the people around him so directly, otherwise they might take it the wrong way. The last thing the trio needed was to cause a disturbance to an extent where their intended game wouldn't take the bait. There were a million and one things that could go wrong during the length of this plan, which is why Sam and Dean were planted close by with their six senses on the full alert.

Dean took a swig of his beer and licked his lips to get the lingering foam off his mouth. "Seems like our 'handsome devil' doesn't go for scuzzy joints like this."

Sam had his eyes on the bar entrance as he replied, "Yeah. If it were here, Cas probably would've noticed by now."

"I say we give it 5 more minutes and move on to the next bar before he goes AWOL."

"Well, it's still only 9:30 PM. Hopefully, by that time we'll have found the Incubus."

"I'm talking about 'Little Miss Muffet' over here." Dean points to Castiel who was currently turning his view away from a man and woman making out two stools away from him. "Thing is, when the spider finally rears its ugly head, she better not be gettin' cold feet."

"You think this'll work?" Sam asks.

"Sure it will. Why wouldn't it? Incubi like going after young virgins, right? I don't know anyone who fits that description better than 'Feathers'... well, ix-nay on the 'young' part."

"Yeah, but what if it notices that he, er, she isn't just any ordinary girl? The jig'll be up before we have time to come up with a plan B."

"Cas did that spell thing that's supposed to suppress his angel aura, or whatever, so that it can't detect him, remember? And, trust me, if it's Enochian, then I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it'll work just fine." Dean's sentence trailed off where his eyes followed a woman's swaying derriere.

Sam glanced at the woman once and looked back at Castiel to see how he was fairing. He paused in his mid-action to take a sip of beer when he saw a large, brawny man stroll up to the counter next to their bait.

"Dean." Sam got his brother's attention and kept his eyes glued to the two at the bar. Was this their guy? Only Castiel would be able to tell.

The man in question sauntered over to the stool on the left of Cas and leaned his elbow on the counter before sitting down. His greasy, combed back hair and poorly shaved features were a sad attempt at cleanliness. The angel took note of the large presence and stiffly turned his head to face his visitor. One look was all it took for Castiel to draw the conclusion that this man wasn't an Incubus. That same look also spurred the human's turbo mode into action. Eye contact = green light.

"Hey there", was the man's suave opening line. "Did it hurt?"

Castiel's brow furrowed in confusion. He hadn't injured himself just now, nor had he ever encountered this way of being greeted before. His eyes met the man's once more and darted around as if clawing for some sort of answer. All he could manage to say was...

"Did what hurt?"

In a slurred voice he answered,"When you fell from Heaven?"

The angel's eyes went wide. Fell? He hadn't fallen from Heaven, at least not yet. How would this human know about such a thing? Perhaps he wasn't a human at all? No, there didn't seem to be anything odd about him, besides the excruciating odor he was emitting. As far as he could tell there weren't any demons on the premises, nor was there one nestled within the human in front of him. These frantic thoughts raced through Castiel's head but were soon scattered by the man's gruff voice.

"You new here? I don't think I've seen you around town before."

Castiel fidgeted in his seat and kept his gaze anywhere but to his left. This guy smelled heavily of alcohol and tobacco and some other unfamiliar stench that didn't bode well with the angel. Perhaps ignoring him would be best. He didn't have time to deal with an intoxicated stranger.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be shy. We're all friends here." The man shrugged and held up a hand to the barkeep that said he'd like two beers.

Castiel saw that the man wasn't taking a hint and responded, "I'm... not here to make friends."

"Well..." The drunkard leaned in closely and made no effort to hide that he was checking out "her" rack. "... whoever said we needed to reach first base before heading home?" This cultural reference, which Cas assumed it was, had been wasted on him. The human had gotten rather close to his face and, despite the proximity he shared in the past while conversing with Sam and Dean, the angel had learned to value personal space through his time on Earth. Not to mention the sour breath that huffed from that mouth didn't exactly resemble a bouquet of roses.

Sam cringed at the sad display and set his beverage down. Dean, on the other hand, chuckled to himself and drank his beer as if he were eating popcorn during a good part in a movie.

"Should we intervene?" Sam asked. His main concern was that the Incubus might not make its move on someone that was already being pursued.

"Naw." Dean got comfortable and left it at that.

Castiel thought of the next best excuse that the brothers had armed him with in case a situation like this arose. "My apologies, but I am meeting someone else."

"Oh, really?" The man looked around, smirking. "I don't see this 'someone else' of yours anywhere, sweetheart." Castiel shot his predator an uneasy look and immediately went back to staring at the wall behind the counter. "How about this? Why don't you and I pass the time together?" The bartender had brought them their drinks and the man didn't hesitate in offering one to the lady. "It's on me."

Cas didn't touch the beer and answered in a flat tone. "No, thank you."

"Not a heavy drinker? Okay. I respect that." The man chugs half of his glass and sets it down with a loud clunk. "It's more fun that way, right? I like my women to be sober during our 'extra curricular activities'." The drunkard slung an arm around Castiel's shoulders and nearly fell off his stool. The angel froze up, unsure how he should handle the predicament he was in. The Winchesters hadn't gone into much detail on how to react during a scenario like this. A stifled snicker could be heard a few tables away.

If Cas didn't know any better, he'd say that Dean was enjoying this.

"Guess we should introduce ourselves before any of that, though. Name's Wallace. What's yours, honey?"

"It is not of importance to you." Cas would have to start being a little more forceful, he could tell.

"Now don't be like that." A hand crept up the angel's thigh and there was no sign of it leaving any time soon. "I'll need to know what name I'm calling when we get better acquainted later." Castiel already knew of the man's intention to mate with him. Too bad it wasn't who they were trying to reel in.

"I'm afraid that would not be wise." He retorted in all seriousness.

"Oh? And why not? Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Wallace was creeping in close so that he could lay a few sloppy kisses on Castiel's neck, but he didn't nearly get that far.

"I do not think the force of which one performs intercourse has any effect on the diseases being carried." Although there was no sarcasm in the angel's voice, it didn't make it any less shocking to hear coming from a girl whom the guy had just met. "It seems the women you've copulated with before did not take precaution in telling you of their conditions. I advise seeing a specialist before the infections escalate any more than they have." He nodded to the man, feeling that this useful piece of information would be humbly accepted.

Far from it.

After a few moments of staring at Castiel like a second head was growing out of his nose, the drunkard lunged forward and gripped his arm in rage. "What did you say to me?" The hold on him didn't hurt, but Cas was perplexed as to why Wallace was so livid. "You should'a walked away if you weren't interested in what I was offering, bitch."

Walking away. Would it have really been that simple? Sam and Dean should've told him that.

"Uh oh." Sam said under his breath. Dean's smirk turned upside-down when he saw that the foreplay between Princess Leia and Jabba the Hut was getting a little too rough for his taste.

"Now we intervene." The boys stood and briskly made their way over to their damsel in distress.

The bartender noticed Wallace's temper flare up, but didn't exactly want to get tangled up with a guy who was three sizes larger than him on the sale rack. Castiel never once flinched at the man's behavior, but didn't enjoy the spittle that was flicked on his face as Wallace spoke.

"You're messin' with the wrong guy, honey." The drink had been unkind to him on this night, and it clearly showed when the guy looked like he was about to throw back a punch or two. This is where Sam and Dean made their entrance.

"He—llo!" Dean slid in beside Cas as his brother took a stance near their drunken idiot, making sure the meaty fist wouldn't connect with anyone's jaw. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, dear." Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's shoulder and pulled him to stand up, shaking the smaller frame in a loving embrace. Castiel's eyes were still wide and uncertain, although he was relieved the boys had come to help.

"Who the fuck're you?" Wallace looked the guy up and down, his hold on Cas' arm not once relinquishing. Dean remedied that by grabbing the offensive hand and shaking it in a friendly manner.

"Bill Smith. Nice'ta meet ya, friend." He offered a big toothy smile.

"I ain't yer friend, pal." The drunkard yanked his hand out of Dean's grip. Sam gave the man a wary look but decided not to speak up just yet.

"C'mon now," Dean kept the positive attitude in his voice, but the way his face tensed up told a different story. "You seemed to be getting along just fine with my girl here." His hold tightened around Castiel's shoulders.

"Tch!" Wallace smirked and pointed at her. "She's your broad?"

"You got a problem with that?" Dean's demeanor became icier by the second in an attempt to jostle the guy's nerves. Unfortunately, Wallace wasn't the least bit intimidated by a man who stood a head shorter than himself.

"Yeah, I do. This bitch owes me an apology." He snubbed his nose with his thumb and gave Castiel a cold glare.

Dean shook his head. "If anybody's gonna be doin' some apologizing around here, it'd best be you, Wally." The drunk didn't catch the fact that Dean knew his name all of a sudden and puffed out his chest arrogantly.

"Oh yeah? Why should I?" Wallace was certain he could take this guy on anytime, anywhere. He leaned back after a brief laugh and bumped into something behind him. He did a double-take on the goliath standing at his shoulder known as Sam. This guy had a few more inches on him.

"Or else my friend Tiny Tim here might wanna get to know you in a way you don't want to."

Sam turned his eyes toward Dean in an accusing fashion and made a cut-throat motion at his neck saying that he wanted no part of a potential bar fight, which he immediately stopped doing when Wallace looked him over once more.

"I don't have any qualms with your boyfriend, Billy-boy. Just with your beard."

Dean's fist clenched in anger from the guy's gay joke while Castiel glanced to see if Dean had anything resembling a beard on his face.

The bartender could tell things were getting pretty heated between Wallace and these new customers, so he figured it was time to step in before something serious happened. "Alright, you guys. Enough is enough. You either take this brawl outside, or I throw you out myself. I don't allow trouble in my bar. You understanding me, Wallace?" He gave the drunkard one of his stink-eyes, something that every Rowdy Ralph and Terrible Tom had to face under the scrutiny of this bar.

Wallace stared at the bartender for a few seconds and directed his attention back to Dean and his "girlfriend". He sneered and relaxed his posture a bit before addressing them. "You three better watch yourselves in this town. Some of us don't take kindly to strangers." He eyed Castiel's pretty face and well endowed chest one more time. Dean instinctively moved to stand in front of the angel so that the man wouldn't get any last minute ideas. Luckily, Wallace didn't pursue the matter further and left the bar in a drunken waltz.

As soon as the bartender saw that everything was back to normal, he dismissed himself and went back to taking orders at the other end of the counter. All three boys, er, two boys and one woman, let out a breath of air they hadn't realized they'd been holding during their dilema. Sam was the first to speak.

"That was a close one."

"I'll say! That shit-faced little-"

"He wasn't all that 'little' to begin with, Dean. And why would you try and pit me against him in a bar fight? I thought the last thing we wanted to do was draw attention to ourselves?"

"Well I had to come up with something! The guy was ready to make us into ground meat otherwise." He threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Yeah, well hopefully we didn't scare off our Incubus friend." Sam looked around to see if anyone had left the establishment after their tussle. He'd done a headcount beforehand in case a distraction arose and they couldn't keep their eye on all of the customers.

Castiel looked up at Dean awkwardly when he realized that Dean hadn't removed his arm from around his shoulders. The hunter soon noticed this as well and quickly slid his hand back into his jean pocket, clearing his throat and glancing the other way. He'd almost forgot it was Cas in that big girl suit.

Sam smiled and shook his head. "You know, I'm amazed at how convincing you two are as a couple."

"Shut up."

"And that comment about the 'beard' thing..."

"I said shut UP, Sam." Dean bit out. Seems that what Wally said had kind of hit Dean below the belt.

Castiel straightened his blouse and also cleared his throat so he could move matters along. "That man was not the Incubus."

Sam and Dean looked at the angel with "duh" written all over their faces.

"Ya think?" Dean rubbed his temple, clearly still pissed from the whole ordeal.

Sam opted to be the voice of reason for the moment. "Why don't we go to the next bar and see if our monster's hanging out there?"

"I agree. We should keep moving before it gets too late."

"Fine. Let's just go." Dean trudged toward the exit without waiting for his companions. Sam and Cas shared a knowing look and followed after their fearless leader.

Round 2: begin.

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AN: Errr, that went well? The trials and tribulations our boys face before capturing their monster is always a highlight of each episode, don't you think? But be prepared, for in the next chapter we'll finally have an actual encounter with the rumored Incubus. You better watch it, Castiella! lol