A/N: Sorry for like over a year delay. I deleted the original chapter 13 because I made a glaring mistake so here's the new chapter 13.

Hearing Lucifers voice at my school made me stall in the middle of the hallway, my breathing kicking up a notch as my heart kicked into a high gear. I crept closer, noting that it came from Castiel's classroom. Nothing to worry about, I summarized, they were housemates after all until I heard Michaels name, Castiel's brother who raised him, whom he once idolized, still did I think, despite their now stained relationship. I listened closer, pressing my ear against the door, thankful I was the only one in this corridor.

"I'm still surprised you haven't told Michael." Lucifer droned.

"Why would I? He's easy to handle."

"Well you are closer to him."

"Like you are with Crowley?"

Now I freeze. Castiel knows Crowley? The man I am falling for knows the man who pays my checks, the man who modeled me into a prostitute. He doesn't lend you out until he's satisfied that you will do a good job, until he has you completely under his control. I had to spend a week at his house, telling my father whom was still on good terms with Bobby that I was going on a school's camping trip which he brought since I was always the good son who didn't cause trouble and never lied until it was necessary.

Back then Bobby could help look after my father for that week but long term, being a friend of the family for so long he tried his dammest to help us out but he owned a struggling business himself that he would soon need to get back too and once his and my fathers epic argument we never saw Bobby again.

That week was hell, being the King's plaything, his house pet, where he trained me in all manners of sexual activity from every single position to every sickening desire a person could have. And then when he finally let me go, when my week was up, it was weekends after weekends of more training before the slow descent into loaning me out from first letting other men watch then having them join in and ending with me servicing every one with everything I had in me, and everything that I didn't. Loaning me out was a relief, nothing was as bad as Crowley's training, not until Lucifer that was.

Even if Castiel succeeded in getting Lucifer out of my life, there is no escaping Crowley. He has video's and photo's of me that he would release online if I tried to make a run for it, all volatile and shameful that would damage me in the eyes of the world. And my father finding out because Crowley would send emails to my family members, to make sure they weren't missing out.

"Would you rather him an enemy?"

"Better that then a friend."

"Oh Cassie. I keep us all safe this way." Dread was settling into me now. Not because Castiel knew Crowley but because I knew the tone of this conversation, it was far too familiar. They weren't just housemates and if Michael was being brought into it? I was frozen, needing to hear this confirmed but knowing once it was, it changed everything.

Nothing more personal was said, moving on to Lucifer was cooking and did Castiel fancy it or did he prefer to go elsewhere? I moved then so that I wasn't caught listening in but for the rest of the day, I was wound up, tension lining every inch of my body. People stayed out of my way for the rest of it and my friends gave me weird looks, Jo even pulling me aside. I don't think I reassured her of anything but I didn't care, I just needed to get through it and get home.

When the final bell rang I don't think I was ever so fast in leaving. I fled home, glad that Sam didn't need me picking him up anymore for I couldn't face him. Father was in one of his moods which suited me just fine, wanting to be left alone without my father thinking anything was up with me. Sam was cheerful enough for both of us at dinner which as soon as was over, I escaped to my room, curling up under the covers and letting myself drift along.

I avoided Castiel for the rest of the second day, not able to face him and the truth just yet and then on the third, it was another night with Lucifer. So on a Friday when kids my age were out partying, I was at Lucifers apartment. Castiel always scrammed on fridays, not able to bear hearing me with Lucifer and his other house guest had long gone now. It was relaxing and nice at first as he taught me how to play the piano before playing me a beautiful melody.

"I'm cooking us pasta ravioli. Watch some TV if you like, or I could teach you the perfect art of making pasta from scratch? I know you cook at home but I don't imagine you have the time to put something together from the beginning."

"No, I do not. But I'm sure my little brother would like it if I could do one of his favorites dishes from scratch."

"It's settled then." He showed me how to make the dough which was pretty easy once you've watched it the first time around and he went to prepare the meat to put in it. I took over the skillet with the beef and onions while Lucifer made parcels with the pasta. Then he taught me to brush the pasta with oil before putting the beef inside of it which we worked at together before putting it all in the pot to cook. He topped our glasses up with wine as I laid the table out, my mind churning as to when this evening would change because I wasn't here to be played the violin and to be served the perfect meal.

And it was perfect and I was also proud to have had an hand in making it so. After dinner, my stomach clenched, knowing this would all change soon but it didn't as we settled into watching TV with space between our bodies on the sofa. We finished off the wine bottle as we watched a cop thriller tv program which Lucifer bemoaned at for them getting it all wrong. By the time we started on the second, I was really feeling it and we were still watching more episodes of the tv show.

He got bored soon and I started to think that this was it but all he did was pour us another glass and put on low music as he started to talk about his day. I chimed in with some of my brothers past antics and we were soon having a pleasant conversation so I decided to bring the issue that had been circling my mind for the past two days. "What about your brothers?"

"Mine?" He looked surprised for a second before shrugging. "Well, you've met Castiel."

I nodded tightly, taking another sip of wine. I knew it, I had came to facts with it the moment I stood outside Castiels's door listening to the conversation. His brother. His motherfucking brother. No wonder Castiel felt so helpless, the man was his elder brother.

"Well Michael is like the elder version of him except way less clueless and much more powerful with a tight set of his own morals. Then there's Gabriel, I think you would like him, he's that annoying brother you can't help but love. And if there's trouble, he will walk right into it and then expect one of us to pull him out of it." He laughed to himself, then leaned forwards towards me. "I'm jealous you only have the one."

"Don't be. If there was someone else around, I wouldn't have to deal with everything."

Lucifer frowned and reached out, tracing the line of my jaw and with the wine muddling with my head, I felt myself lean forward towards him. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that Dean."

I shrugged. "I manage."

The door opened behind us then and I twisted to see who it was before Lucifer pulled me back to him. "What do you want Castiel?"

"I forgot something."

"Well make it quick."

I tried to steady my breathing but the knowledge that Cas was here, the liar who never thought to tell me that Lucifer was of all things, his brother. So before Lucifer could think something was up, I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back, biting into my lower lip and making me gasp pleasurably before he had me on my back on the sofa. It remained sweet and chaste until Castiel stepped out again and I didn't let myself pull back, I carried on kissing Lucifer.

I knew it was wrong to encourage him and to do it in front of my boyfriend but I guess I was pissed off at Cas and hoped that it meant Lucifer would be kinder to me.

But soon Cas was gone and Lucifer reverted into his old ways once he had me in his room, leaving me a bruised, pained mess. After he was finished, he pulled out of me and I tried not to cry as he threw the quilt over both of us and pulled me into his arms.

A/N: So he found out. Will he let Castiel on that he knows? What do you think of Lucifer?