Chapter Five

'Turn over.' Cas whispered. 'Lie on your back.'

Dean obeyed, curiosity getting the better of him. Cas was up on one elbow, his hand still inside Dean's boxers. Dean could just see the silhouette of the angel's handsome face, the rise of his shoulder, and the way his body tapered down at the waist, like an athlete. What the hell is wrong with me, he thought. Why am I looking at a guy the way I usually look at girls?

Cas leaned in and kissed Dean, his right hand working on ridding his cellmate of his jeans and boxer shorts. Dean had never kissed a man before but he had to admit, he thought he could learn to like it. The way Cas's tongue flickered in his mouth made him think about how it would feel somewhere else, and just the thought was enough to make Dean almost blow his load.

Suddenly Cas had moved from his mouth, kissing his way down Dean's chest, to his abs. Dean closed his eyes and struggled to keep his composure as Cas's lips travelled further south. But all was lost when Cas took Dean in his mouth. Dean's back arched with release, almost immediately, and he let out the breath he'd been holding for God only knew how long.

'There you two are!'

Cas and Dean sprang apart so quickly that Cas almost fell off the bed. The curtain behind him was ripped open, and there stood Carla, with a flashlight.

'I thought we had a date.' She said to Dean, accusingly. 'But I guess you found something better to do.'

She eyed Cas, and smiled. 'Can't say I blame you, though! Who is this?'

Cas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 'My name is Castiel…'

'We're just friends.' Dean tried to say, as he yanked his jeans back up and zipped his fly.

'Oh yeah, right!' Carla laughed. 'Friends with benefits!'

Dean's jaw dropped. 'You're not mad?'

'Of course not! I told you the inmates around here have a strange habit of falling for each other! And do you know why that is?'

'No.'

Cas got to his feet and leaned on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and giving Carla one of his best wide-eyed stares. 'But please, feel free to enlighten us.'

'Wait' said Dean. 'We're making a hell of a noise. What about the other patients?'

'Oh they're asleep, trust me,' said Carla. 'When you've been as busy as they have, you tend to go out like a light.'

'Busy?'

'Yeah.'

'Doing what?'

'Dean, really.' Carla shook her head and smiled. 'What do you think?'

'Ruby?'

Sam couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed them, blinked, stared, then rubbed them again. Uriel and Zachariah stood passively behind her. Their job, seemingly, was done.

She nodded. 'Hi, Sam. How's the Apocalypse working for ya?'

'I thought you were dead! We killed you! After you tricked me into breaking the last seal!'

'Yeah, sorry about that.' Ruby replied, not sounding sorry at all. 'But luckily for me, I had some angels on my side who thought I'd done such a good job; they retrieved me from Hell and gave me a pay raise.'

Sam glowered at her. 'So what now, you're going to make me feed from you? Because there's no way you're getting near me again, Hell-Bitch.'

Ruby made puppy-dog eyes at him, and dared to step closer. 'Are you sure? Because I seem to remember you saying my blood was the most delicious demon blood you'd ever tasted.'

Sam narrowed his eyes. 'What – you can't tell when a guy's buttering you up to get you in bed?'

Ruby laughed. 'That won't work with me, Sam. I was the one who had to make the first move with you, remember? I do. I remember everything.'

'Get away from me, Bitch.' Sam growled, holding his hands up in self-defence. He was still very weak from his arduous climb out of the well, not to mention the lack of food he'd had in the last three days. Suddenly the thought of Ruby's blood didn't seem like sucking down pure poison, after all.

'Sam,' said Ruby, sweetly, pulling up the arm of her jacket, 'You know you want it.'

Dean made a disgusted face. 'What are you? Some kind of perverted sex fairy? This how you get your kicks, watching men together?'

'Not a fairy, a Nymph.' Carla replied.

'Aah,' said Cas, knowingly. 'Of course!'

'What – you're a nymphomaniac?' Dean asked, still completely confused. 'Or do you just like to watch?'

'Not that kind of nymph.' Carla said, sighing. 'Although that's where the term comes from.'

'They're a very, very old race.' Cas interjected. 'Almost as old as the Garden of Eden itself. They are lovers at heart. Sort of like Cupid, but not so concerned with whether a couple actually like each other or not.'

Dean swallowed. It was all starting to make sense. 'So… you made us have feelings for each other?' he asked Carla. 'I guess the 64 thousand dollar question is: Why?'

'Because that's what I do.' Carla said, simply. 'But I can't simply create feelings of lust where there are none. They have to be there already, simmering under the surface. I just help the cream rise to the top – pardon the pun.' She grinned. 'It happened a lot faster with you guys than I expected, actually. It must have been brewing for some time.'

Dean chose to ignore that. He was currently trying to justify everything that had happened since they were thrown in that cell as the manifestation of some kind of enchantment. Why else would he let a guy blow him? He looked over at Cas, and was bothered to the core that he still found the angel incredibly hot.

He longed to reach out and run his hand through Cas's thick dark hair; lure him back up onto the bed…

Dean twitched, and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. They were safer tucked away!

'Can you make it stop?' he asked.

'If I go away, the feelings you have will go back in their little Pandora's boxes and you can stick your head in the sand for as long as you like, they'll always be there. You'll always be curious, Dean.'

'I'm not gay!'

'I know, and neither is Cas. I can sense these things.'

'So… why do you do it? Screwing around with people's heads? Is this just a game to you?'

Carla shook her head, doing her best to look sympathetic but coming off as insincere.

'Dean… I'm not doing it to screw with your head, baby. I just thought you could use a little pleasure before the hell of the Apocalypse hits. And I couldn't help but notice the way you and Cas looked at each other in here, earlier today. You might say I thrive on unresolved sexual tension. And boy do you guys have it. In spades'

'We don't have any URST! There's no URST here!' said Dean, gesturing between him and Cas, frantically. 'It's all in your head, lady!'

Carla smiled. 'Believe what you want, Dean. But I heard you a minute ago. I heard you beg Cas to fuck you. "Do it", you said, "Oh God, please, do it before I change my mind." Your words; verbatim.'

Dean rubbed his face with his hand. 'I-I was in the grip of… of… a spell, or something!'

'You were reacting to your own suppressed feelings, Dean. Do yourself a favour and at least own up to that.'

Dean glanced over at Cas, who'd been very quiet for some time. 'Cas? You okay?'

Cas nodded. 'Certain things are… starting to make a lot of sense to me.' He replied, his voice sounding more gravelly than usual.

Dean closed his eyes. 'So… while you're here… working here, these… feelings we're having… they're not going to go away, are they?' he asked the Nymph.

'No, Dean. So you might as well do something about it.' Carla glanced at both men. 'I'll leave you two alone – give you some privacy.' She started to head out the door, when Dean sprang off the bed as if shot in the ass, and followed her out into the hallway. 'No! No, we don't need privacy! We're all good, here.'

But Carla was already gone.

'I'm not going to drink your blood, Ruby. So put your arm away, and get lost.'

'But you're so weak, Sam. Uriel told me that you haven't had a lot of food or water for three whole days! You need energy, if you're going to play host to Lucifer…'

Sam clenched his fist and let out an angry howl. 'Aaaaarrrgghh! How many times do I have to tell you people, that ain't never gonna happen…'

'Just drink, Sam,' ordered Zachariah. One look at Ruby and a slit appeared halfway up the inside of her arm. She held it out to him.

Sam looked from Ruby, to Zachariah, to Uriel. 'Ah' he sighed, a plan forming in his head. 'What the hell.'

Grabbing Ruby's wrist, he pulled her to him and sucked on the sweet liquid seeping from her wound. She made a strange sighing sound, as if she liked it. I'll show you, thought Sam, and bit down, hard.

'Ow! Fuck! You bastard!' yelled Ruby, but Sam didn't let go. He held her arm in an iron grip, and drank, and drank, and drank. Ruby collapsed to her knees as her vessel became weak from blood loss. By the time she was all but drained, her head was in Sam's lap.

At last, Sam felt Ruby's blood pressure drop to nothing, and he let go. Pushing her dead vessel away from him, he stood up, fully charged… and pissed.

He felt like laughing. Uriel and Zachariah – two of the strongest archangels besides Lucifer and Michael – actually looked almost scared. 'Get out of my way.' He told them. 'I'm getting out of here.'

'I don't think so' Uriel tried to say, but Sam was having none of that. He put a hand out to push the angel aside, but got an almighty surprise when Uriel flew into the air and hit the wall.

Sam turned to the pudgy, self-important Zachariah. 'What did you do, give her your own blood?'

He shook his head. 'She's not a vampire, Sam. Not like you.'

'I'm not a vampire.'

'You may as well be. A vampire nightmare for demons everywhere! Where do you think you're going, Sam?'

'Dean and Cas need me. And you can get out of my way, as well – but not until you tell me what was different about Ruby's blood.'

'Okay' said Zachariah. 'Let's just say she's been eating her Weeties. We wanted you to be strong when the time came to be Lucifer's vessel, so…'

'So you starved me for three days then threw me a big juicy bone on an empty stomach? What was it, steroids? And why would you want Lucifer to win? You're supposed to be angels, for Christ's sake! If you're on anyone's side, it should be Michael's.'

'You misunderstand us, Sam,' said Uriel, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. 'Lucifer's our brother, too. We just want it to be a fair fight.'

Sam stared at Zachariah. 'Is this true?'

But the angel didn't have to answer, because before Sam knew what was happening, he could hear the angel's thoughts!

"Actually," Zachariah thought, "I've got two thou on Michael getting his sissy ass handed to him".

Sam was struck dumb with disbelief. Finally, he found his tongue. 'You're laying bets on the Apocalypse?'

Uriel looked uncomfortable, but didn't answer. His brother smiled. 'Well, why not? Beats sitting around waiting for those two spoiled brats to start fighting over whose Daddy's favourite son! Because that's what it amounts to, isn't it? Oh look, you can go.'

'Really?' asked Sam, not willing to believe it would be this easy.

'Yeah yeah, go! Just give your brother a message when you see him – we're watching. We're always watching.'

Sam rolled his eyes. 'Pfft. Whatever.' He brushed past Zachariah and made for the door before the angels could change their minds.

'When Michael comes down for his vessel, Dean better be ready.' Zachariah shouted.

Dean and Cas hurried over to the stairwell which led to the fire escape. Hurrying down three flights of stairs without making a lot of noise was hard, but they managed it. They hadn't said much to each other since Carla left the infirmary – it was all too tense and strange. Cas had merely reminded Dean that they had a plan to swing into action and if they didn't do it now, and get the hell out of this place, then who knew what might eventuate. As they reached the ground floor, Dean's phone started to blare "Highway to Hell". He pulled it out of his back pocket before it could give away their location and spoke in a hushed voice. 'Sam? Boy am I glad to hear from you! Where the hell have you been?'

'There's no time for that. Where are you? I'm coming to bust you out.'

'We're at the fire escape.'

'Good. I researched the blue prints to that place and there's a wire gate along the south side with barbed wire along the top. It's not far from where you are. I'm bringing a pair of pliers.'

'It couldn't be that easy,' said Dean. 'It's not an electrified fence, is it?'

'Not now. I just found the junction box.'

'Where are you?'

'On the other side of the fence, you newb! Move your asses before you get caught.'

Once they were all back in the Impala, heading down Route 6 toward their next job and as far away from the prison as they could get, Sam told them where he'd been and about the confusing motives of the two angels who had been holding him captive. Dean and Cas agreed that the situation did seem well and truly FUBAR. But they still hadn't said a word to each other, and wouldn't, as both were worried that something would show in their voices; something would give the game away, tell Sam what had happened between them. When he'd asked how jail was, Dean shrugged and said 'At least I managed not to get myself shivved.', and Cas mumbled something about the pompous jerk who told him he couldn't possibly have been witness to the Crucifixion when he handed in his essay entitled Earliest Memories, during writing class.

Several hours after they checked into their motel, Dean snuck out of the room, leaving Cas and Sam on their single beds, snoring away softly. He needed to get out – needed some fresh air, so he drove to a hilly lookout he'd spotted on the way to the motel, and sat quietly in the driver's seat, muddling over recent events in his head.

'Hi, Dean.'

He jumped out of his skin. 'Cas! I wish you wouldn't do that! How did you know where I was?'

'I just wished myself into the Impala, and here I am.' Explained the angel. 'We need to talk.'

'You know, I really was hoping for a bit of quiet time. You know, just me? That's why I left the motel in the first place.'

Cas nodded. 'I know, but if we don't talk soon, and straighten this little… problem we have out, Sam's going to notice something's up.'

Dean frowned. 'But… we're away from Carla, now! Almost twenty miles away! There should be nothing between us now. We're just a couple of buds who happened to get caught up in a weird sex freak show, courtesy of a Nymph.'

Cas glanced over at him, doubt in his eyes. 'Is that what you really think happened?'

'Yes. Now could we please stop talking about it, and forget it ever happened?'

'Actually Dean, I think I'm going to have trouble doing that, and so are you, because you can't even bring yourself to look at me.'

Dean turned toward Cas. 'There. I'm looking at you. Satisfied?'

Cas looked at Dean carefully. Sweaty brow, trembling lips, wide eyes – the guy was trying his hardest to keep it together, but he was visibly falling apart. Cas put a hand on Dean's leg. It was meant to be a reassuring thing, but Dean didn't take it that way, brushing it off like it was a spider.

Cas looked hurt. 'Dean – you have to accept that at least part of what Carla was saying was true. Here we are – miles from her, like you said, and you look like you're in full denial. We kissed… among other things. You can't just pretend that never happened.'

Dean clutched the steering wheel of the Impala and stared ahead, trembling from head to foot. 'I'm not gay.'

Cas let his eyes wander down from Dean's face to his arms – which were ramrod straight and holding onto that steering wheel for dear life. Further down, a bulge in the front of his jeans could not be mistaken for anything other than an erection. 'I know you're not gay' said Cas. Gulping, he added, 'But I'm starting to think I might be.'

Dean looked over at his friend. 'Are you serious?'

'Yes. I've never been more serious in my life.'

Judging by the fact that Cas had had a long life, and most of the time he was as serious as death and taxes (unless he was drunk), Dean could appreciate the gravity of Cas's revelation.

'Well, man.' He said, 'I'm there for you. I really am. I…' Before he could finish, Cas had leaned across and was kissing him with a fervour Dean couldn't resist. He kissed back, hungrily, running his hand through Cas's hair like he'd wanted to back in the infirmary. Grabbing it in his fist, he forced Cas's head down toward his lap. Cas didn't fight it. Before long Dean was gasping and moaning, his eyes rolling back, his thighs on fire. When Cas was finished, he looked up at Dean and suggested they move to the back seat because there was "a lot more room to move back there."

After a second of misgivings, Dean popped the glove box and retrieved a condom, then joined Cas, What followed was one of the steamiest encounters he'd ever had in the Impala. Including a certain tryst with the female angel, Anna. Cas was a curious mix of dominance and submission all wrapped up in the one extremely neat celestial package. One minute he was roughly kissing Dean, the next he was submitting to a blow job. Dean looked up and was privately thrilled to see Cas's eyes closed. He loved the look on the angel's face as he reached orgasm, and the way he threw an arm out and gripped the back of the passenger seat as he came. Dean sat up and unzipped his pants.

'We're really going to do this?' Cas asked him, a strange look of excitement and trepidation on his face.

Dean looked over at him, and gave him the thumbs up. Sighing, he glanced out over the lights of Detroit.

'I must be fricking crazy.'

After a sweaty, furious five minutes on the back seat of the Impala, Dean buried beneath Cas, cheek-to-cheek with the upholstery, until they both cried out from release, the two men sat up, exchanged pleasantries, and vowed silently never to do this again. Not because it was awkward, or painful, or just plain weird, (it wasn't any of those things) but because they'd nipped it in the bud. They'd gotten each other out of their systems. Finally.

Or so they thought…

The End