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Chapter 5 – Change of Plans

I awoke to the feel of fingers tracing my jaw, and looked up to find Castiel standing before me. His eyes were full of longing and his mouth curved in a slight smile. I blinked the sleep from my eyes. “Cas?”
“Hello Dean,” he greeted, same as he did every time.
“What are you doing? You should be resting. You’re hurt,” I said concerned and tried to get up, but he put his hands on my shoulders to stop me. Then he opened his coat and pulled his shirt away, revealing the bandages.
“I’m better now,” he said.
I looked up at his face and noticed that the bruises and cuts were gone. My hands went to the bandages that Sam and I wrapped around his torso, and I slowly took them off. The gauze was thoroughly wet and strong with the scent of blood. I was almost afraid to see what the wound looked like. My hands were shaking as I finished, but Cas’ hands covered mine, steadying them with reassurance. I pulled the gauze away and was shocked to find nothing but unmarked flesh. There were blood stains, but no wound. My fingers cautiously touched the place where the knife mark had been, amazed by my findings. Not even a scar, nothing was there. It was like he’d never been in an altercation. I’m not sure why I was so astounded at this. Cas had healed me in the past, and there were times when my face looked like a pound of raw hamburger. I guess I had never seen the healing. I’d only felt it. One moment I was swollen and in pain, and the next it was all gone. But this … this was a deep slash in the flesh, something that would have required a doctor to clean and stitch, and there was no trace of it at all.
“I … I was so worried about you, Cas,” I said to him, urgency in my tone. “You were … you were split open just about. And now … I mean, I know you have the power to … but … just … wow.” My fingers continued to lightly graze over the place where the slash had been. There was absolutely nothing there, no trace.
“I told you I just needed some rest. There was no need to worry about me,” he comforted.
“I always worry. That’s what I do. If something were to happen to you, and it was my fault–”
“I’m fine, Dean. It will take much more than a couple amateur angels to kill me.” He shucked the trench coat from his shoulders. And then he took off the shirt. He was still a bloody mess, even without the wounds.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” I said, and stood from my chair. “Come on. You can use my bathroom. I’ll let you borrow some clothes too.” I turned to go towards my room, but Cas stopped me with his hand on my arm. When I turned to see why, he captured my lips, kissing me as though it was our last. I gave in easily, and when we separated, I just gazed into his bright eyes. “Not as calm as you think you are, huh?”
His eyes darted away from mine as realization set in. “It … it was close. I didn’t think I would make it here at one point.”
“Damn it, Cas. This is what scares the hell out of me. Why did they attack you? Was it because of me? Did they hear–”
“They had been tracking me for a while, and they finally cornered me. It wasn’t your fault, Dean.”
I stared at him, my eyes narrowing on him. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?”
His shoulders slumped and he looked defeated. “Can I just get cleaned up now?”
I took him to my room and he went into the bathroom. While he showered, I got out a pair of pants and a shirt for him to wear. The only thing keeping me calm right then, was knowing that he was safe in the bunker. He was warded against outside threats, at least for now. I couldn’t keep him locked in here forever, though.
After a while, Cas came out of the bathroom, wrapped in only a towel, skin still damp, hair dripping with beads of water. He held a second towel in his hand, but he wasn’t using it. He just stood there looking through me, through the wall of this place, staring into nothingness. It must have been one hell of a fight. It seemed to rattle him. I went to Cas, took the towel from his hand and patted his shoulders, back and chest, drying him gently. Then I rubbed it over his hair, watching him closely, his face set in stone as he gazed into the distance.
“You ok?” I asked cautiously.
He came back right then, eyes smoldering in stormy shades of blue grey. He brought his hand up, snaking around the back of my neck, and drew me in for a kiss. It was gentle yet the static of urgency flickered below the surface. I knew what he was feeling. I’d felt it myself before. It was the adrenaline that remained after a fight, especially one that brought you close to defeat. It was something ancient, animalistic, like warriors after a battle. Hand to hand combat brought out a man’s instincts to survive, to do whatever it took to win. Standing on a precipice between life and death gave men the feeling of invincibility. When he comes close to dying, finds enough strength left in his body to overcome his foe, feels his blade slice through flesh and muscle, taking his enemies life, and walks away victorious, a man is charged with vitality. For that moment, he’s an entity of immortality. He has conquered death. It cannot touch him in those seconds after his triumph. That kind of experience stays in the blood, makes it pulse at a quickened pace, fills him with life and need, and it flows to places that need satisfaction. Until he can fulfill what his body demands, it will stay with him, boiling just below the surface. I had been there myself, to that place of no return, and without a way to relieve the burning desire, it sometimes felt like it would consume me. That’s what I saw in Castiel’s eyes and felt in his kiss. He was the soldier victorious, and he needed to alleviate this burden of the bloodlust.
“Come here,” I demanded in a whisper, walking backwards towards my bed. Cas followed. “What are you feeling right now?”
“I … I don’t know, but it is intoxicating,” he said, amazed. “I don’t understand. I’ve been in far worse situations than this, and I’ve never felt so … charged.”
“What were you thinking as you fought with those angels?” I asked, trying to draw the answer from him.
“I just knew I had to survive.”
“Why, Cas? Why was it so important this time?”
I saw the answer come to him as he gazed upon me. “It … it was you,” he whispered in astonishment. “All I could think was that I had to come back to you. I needed to because I promised I would.”
That was the difference this time. It was us. It was our relationship. “And that’s why I’ll always be here, Cas.”
He pulled me to him and our foreheads rested upon each other. “They know, Dean. They know about us. I’ve been summoned back to heaven to stand for my crimes. That’s what those angels wanted with me.”
“So now it’s a crime to admit you love someone?” I said with anger tinging my words.
“No, but a human and an angel … well, that’s … what do you call it?”
“Taboo,” I answered.
“Yes. It’s been proscribed as improper behavior, prohibited.”
“And what is your opinion?” I wondered. My hand found the edge of his towel and pulled it off, letting it pool on the floor.
Cas smiled and moved until our lips were just a hair’s width apart. “I’ve defied heaven before. No use obeying now, is there?”
I kissed him roughly, our teeth clicking, pinching my lip. I didn’t care. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Cas in that moment. His fingers were fumbling with my clothes, trying desperately to undress me. I helped him so he wouldn’t have to do it all. He was focused on his mission, but he still looked befuddled about his urgent tendencies.
“You’re overthinking it. Stop. Let that urgency inside overcome you. Remember what it felt like to fight for your life, to be so close to the ledge and pull yourself back? Feel it again.” I could see the lust building in his eyes as I talked. He remembered it all. I ran my fingers through his hair, taking a fistful and pulling him to me.
Something changed in the room, and for the first time, I could tell that Cas was not second-guessing himself. He was not choosing whether to tap into the angel or the human he possessed. He became both. The transformation was happening before me. Cas’ eyes weren’t just blue. They glowed like two sapphires, but not so bright that I couldn’t look into them. But there was still a lingering sense of hesitation.
“Come Castiel,” I whispered, knowing that he liked it when I said his full name. “I know what you want.”
“But … but I haven’t … I’ve never–”
I knew what he was saying. Up until now, Cas had always been the sheath. He’d never been the sabre. I took him, solid and rigid in my hand and stroked fervently. “This is your weapon now, and I would die a thousand deaths by it. Master me, Castiel. Release this pent up desire upon me. You’re alive, and you’ll live to fight another day because you are strong.”
“No,” he responded. “Because I love you.” With that he spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. I fell flat and he covered me immediately, kissing me along my spine, up to my shoulder blade. I felt his hands roaming over my body, setting me aflame. “Tell me what to do.”
“You already know.”
“But I … don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You can’t. Cas, you might be an angel, but you’re half human, maybe more than that. Trust your body. Trust your instincts.”
He prepared us, and settled onto me. I offered myself to him, feeling his hands move along my thighs, my ass. Then he pushed into me, slowly, fearfully. “That’s good. Keep going,” I encouraged. He did.
“Oh, Dean,” he moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all go. Don’t hold anything back,” I whispered. He pulled back slightly and without warning, thrust in hard and deep, filling, stretching. His rhythm increased until he was pounding me, lost to the bloodlust, his only goal … to satisfy the need. I heard the high pitched squeal of his ethereal voice start to pierce my ears. He was giving in to his angelic tendencies. He always did when it became too much to handle. “Castiel?” I started to plead.
“It’s alright, Dean,” he said breathlessly. His strength took me by surprise as he grasped my hips and pulled me up from the bed. I kept my head down, knowing what would come next, and buried my face in the sheets. My whole body became warm, like standing in front of a roaring fireplace. I felt myself build with every thrust, felt him pulsating as he approached completion. He shifted, coming up on one knee, adjusting our position for better penetration. Then he pushed deep, and touched me in a place that made my whole world brilliantly bright. I closed my eyes, felt Cas’ whole body still and stiffen, holding himself there, and warmth purled within me as he released a guttural moan. He collapsed onto my back and we sank into the mattress. The sheets felt rough on my sensitive cock. My whole body was alive and pulsating, tingling with sensations. And from over my shoulder, I could see the blue glow of Castiel’s eyes. He had controlled it this time. There was no blinding flash of light, no lightning strike, no sense of electricity like there usually was.
His teeth playfully sunk into the soft part of my shoulder, and he moaned most deliciously. I could feel his mouth smile upon my skin, and I turned my head to the side, smiling in return. “Guess you’re back one hundred percent,” I jested.
“I told you I was fine.” He laid gentle kisses along the side of my neck, and at the back of my ear. “That … was … incredible,” he laughed, drunk on euphoria. I loved the sound of it. “I never knew it could be like that. Was it like that for you too?” He shifted and I rolled onto my back so that we were face to face.
My fingers moved through his hair, and I noticed that his eyes were their normal human blue again. I smiled and kissed him quickly. “This time was all about you.”
His brows creased in concern. “No. I don’t want to take all the pleasure and give you none. That’s not fair to you.”
“It’s alright, Cas,” I comforted. “There will be plenty of other times.” I wasn’t disappointed in the least. This was his first time in the dominant role. It was enough just to witness his ecstasy, but the look on his face said otherwise.
“This just won’t do, Dean.” He moved down along my body, and I watched him kiss and nip at my skin. I felt myself come to life with the anticipation of what he was about to do. His tongue flicked along my length, and then traveled solid and flat along the underside. He teased with his lips, and when I didn’t think I could take much more, he swallowed me down to the hilt.
“Son of a bitch,” I moaned slowly, unable to control my hips from gyrating. As I lifted myself from the bed, he cupped his hands on my ass, fingers digging into flesh, kneading, spreading. Now he was my master. I was completely under his spell. I’d do anything he told me to. “Oh yeah … Cas … baby … do it.”
He quickened his pace, lips sliding, tongue caressing, circling, teasing. My hips bucked upward, and I pulsed within the warmth of his mouth. Cas stilled, holding me, tongue still urging me on until I spilled. He moaned as I came, sending vibrations through my body. When it was over, he came up next to me, head on my chest, fingers circling my naval. I laid there with my eyes closed and caught my breath.
“Damn, Cas, where’d you learn to do that?”
“Remember a while back when you and Sam let me stay with you in the hotel, but you both had to leave? You told me to stay in the room, and then you showed me how to use the remote for the television. There was that special button you warned me about. You told me not to push that button. Well, I got bored and you told me not to, and–”
“You watched hotel porn?” I said with a laugh.
“Well, it was a woman named Stacy and a plumber named Chip. He was under the sink repairing a leaky pipe when she pulled his pants off and did something similar to what I just did to you,” he said honestly. “I figured if she could do it then so could I.”
“Well, thank you Stacy,” I said with a smile. Then I thought about the incident Cas was talking about. “I remember that time. I argued with management about that charge. I know I didn’t order that channel, and I thought they made a mistake. They must have thought I was a real douche.”
“Dean,” he said, his tone changing to something more serious.
“Yeah, Cas?”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to go away for a while.”
I hoped he wouldn’t say that, but I had a feeling this was coming. “Where to?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t stay here. They’re looking for me, and this will be one of the places they’ll monitor heavily. I won’t put you and Sam at risk.”
“But you’re safe here, well-guarded against the outside. They can’t get in here,” I argued.
“And I can’t get out. I’m trapped no matter what I do.”
“Trapped here … with me … doesn’t sound so bad.”
“But out there I’m more efficient. I can’t stay on the run like this.”
He had a point. As long as he ran and hid from those who wanted to take him back home to stand trial, he couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. “Do you have an argument?”
“Well, I can blame the fact that I was put on this mission in the first place with their intension of seeing me fail, and I proved them all wrong. Not all angels want to see me incarcerated. Some see me as a hero for saving you. I can only hope that they’ll see past everything else. And then there’s the fact that I’ve been on earth long enough that I’ve started to feel things that humans feel, like love.”
“Being down here has really affected you, hasn’t it? I mean, you are very different than you were when we first met. You were like a robot then, stiff and mechanical in everything you did. You’re more independent now,” I said.
“I’m actually … glad to hear you say this,” he admitted. “I felt like an automaton at times. Maybe it’s because I was scared. I’d never been to earth before, and I’d always been told what to do.”
“You started using your brain … making your own choices. There’s no reason that you cannot keep doing that now, Cas. You can’t let the bigwigs tell you what to do and how to do it. That would be a step in the wrong direction.”
“I know,” he answered in agreement. “I feel that way also. I’ve learned so much, especially from you, Dean.”
I kissed his forehead and gave him a reassuring smile. “We’ll figure something out. I won’t let them hurt you.” I kissed him again. “You’re mine now, Castiel. They can’t have you.”
* * * * *
By the time I awoke the next morning, Cas was already gone. I had to hope that he’d stay safe and come back to me as soon as possible. In the meantime, Sam and I had a nest of vamps to destroy.
I made myself a cup of coffee and started going over maps again. Sam came out of his room, hair all messy, wearing his pajama pants and t-shirt, stumbling around half asleep. He blinked and looked at the sofa where he’d last seen Cas. “How is he?” he asked.
“Gone,” I said, not realizing how that came out. Sam was instantly awake. I laughed. “No, not that kind of gone. I mean, he left.”
“He left?” Sam said, stumbling to the coffee maker and pouring himself a cup. “But he looked half dead last night.”
“Yeah, well, he found enough mojo to heal himself and then he split.”
“So what happened to him? Did he tell you anything?” Sam asked, taking a sip of coffee and jerking backwards when it burned his lip.
“He’s being hunted … by angels. They want to bring him back to heaven,” I said. I didn’t want Sam to know the real reason why.
“So they tried to kill him? That makes no sense.”
“They just roughed him up, tried to scare him into going with them,” I answered.
Sam’s concern seemed a bit forced for some reason. I supposed it was because he was trying too hard. I knew he liked Cas, but things were different now that he knew about us. He was having a hard time accepting things. “Dean, what’s going on? What did he tell you?”
“He’s defied them one too many times. He’s been on earth too long. He’s gone rogue. I don’t know. He didn’t go into any specifics,” I said with irritation. I felt like I was on trial all of a sudden.
Sam cocked his head to the side and gave me an accusatory look. “Maybe it has something to do with you … and him?”
Damn it. “No, Sammy, it doesn’t,” I said hotly. “He’s got a handle on things. He left to go figure out how to make things right. He’s got a few tricks up his sleeve. Don’t worry about Cas. Now, we’ve got a nest to burn. Where do you want to start looking? I was thinking about this area here,” I said, pointing to the map before me.
Sam walked over and set his mug down. “I was thinking the same. There could be some caves in that area, and over here,” he pointed to another place on the map. “This could be a possible location. I’m pretty sure there’s an old mine over here.”
“Yeah … yeah, sounds good. When do you want to head over there?”
“Soon. We’ll scope the place out first, make sure they’re there and all.” Sam paused. I could feel tension creeping back into the room again. “Dean, listen,” he started. “I know what you said about Cas is something you feel strongly about. And I’m adamant with my disagreement. All that aside, you are my brother, and you come first. That includes hunts or missions or whatever other kind of situation we find ourselves in. If it comes down to you or Cas, I’m always going to choose my brother.”
I thought it was odd that he brought this up now, but I guess it was his way of trying to make things right between us. “I got it, Sammy,” I told him, but there was something in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I almost thought he looked nervous, but that wasn’t the right emotion. I’d have to figure it out later. Right now, my mind was focused on this next hunt. It involved vamps, and that was still a touchy subject for me.
* * * * *
A few days later, I came back from a stakeout with a solid idea of where the nest was. There was an old abandoned mine, just like Sam thought, but I’d seen vamps going in and out of an empty coal processing plant right next to the mine. It was possible they were using the mine too, but I was pretty sure they were living in the plant. We needed to move quickly though, so I opted for doing the job tonight.
Sam agreed, but was acting strange. I didn’t know what it was, but he was unnaturally apprehensive. After I told him about my findings, I approached him about it. “Something happen while I was gone?”
“No, why would you say that?”
Yep, I thought, something happened. “I don’t know. Maybe because you’re acting like a spooked cat. What the hell’s going on, Sam?”
I watched him regain his composure and straighten up. “I just got thinking about the hunt and all.”
“Yeah … and?”
“Well, they’re vamps … and you don’t have the best history in that department.”
My hands balled into fists, and I got right up close to him. “You saying you don’t think I can do this job?” I accused.
“I’m saying, what happens if you freeze up or something?”
“I’m not going to freeze up. Jeez, Sam, what’s with you all of a sudden?”
“I’m just concerned.” He was lying, I could tell.
“We’ve hunted vamps before. Why should this time be any different?”
“This is the biggest nest we’ve gone after since … well … you know, since back then … with Aiden.”
I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. “That was a long time ago. It was awful and it fucked with my head afterwards, but it doesn’t affect me now. I’ll be fine, if that’s what you’re worried about, but I don’t need you weirding out. I should never have told you about that stuff.” I mumbled the last part to myself, but I was sure Sam heard me.
“Alright, I trust your judgment,” he agreed. “But if something goes wrong–”
“Nothing is going to go wrong. We’ll get in and get out, and burn that fucker down,” I argued. I turned back to him, searching his face for answers for this sudden apprehensiveness. “Is this about Cas?”
“What? No,” he flat out objected.
“It’d have to be pretty well fucked up situation to call on him for help. I’m not in the habit of letting him fight my fights.” I shook my head at my brother’s sudden judgment of me. “Why are we even having this conversation? Are you still all freaked out about me and Cas? ‘Cause if you are then you need to get over it.” With that said, I stormed out of there and headed for the car. A few minutes later, Sam followed, and got into the car without a word. I glared at him from the driver’s seat, but he wouldn’t look at me. What the hell was he avoiding?
* * * * *
I turned off the main road and followed the dirt path that led back to the mine location. I’d been here before, and knew to cut the motor and let the car coast down the gravel road until we were close enough to our destination, but not too close to be detected. I threw the gear into park and started to get out when Sam stopped me by grabbing my arm.
“Shit, I can’t do this,” he blurted out.
“What, the job? Because if that’s the case, I have no problem–”
“No, Dean, not the job. It’s … just … we need to talk.”
“Now?” Of course he needed to talk. If there was one thing I knew about my brother, it was that he had bad timing. “What the hell, Sam?”
“I wasn’t supposed to say anything. They said they’d hurt you if I did,” he said.
“Who? Sam, what are you talking about?”
He was silent a moment, and then he took a deep breath before answering me. I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever it was he had to say.
“You were gone. You know, after our last fight. And I was heading out to the store when they jumped me.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Angels … the ones that got to Cas.”
I felt my gut wrench and my heart race. I really didn’t like this conversation. “What happened, Sammy?”
“They … they grabbed me and knocked me out or something. Next thing I knew, I was in some place dark, tied to a chair and alone. I didn’t know where the hell I was or what had happened. Then these two guys in black suits came in … started asking me all kinds of questions about you … about Cas. I didn’t know who they were or what they wanted with you, so I refused to answer any of their questions. For all I knew, they might have been demons. Anyways, they eventually told me they were angels, and they were looking for Castiel.”
“What’d you tell them?” I said, anger starting to penetrate through my voice.
“I didn’t tell them anything. Shit, Dean, I saw what they did to him.” He hung his head at that point, and I knew there was something more he wasn’t telling me. I waited for him to regain his composure. “I didn’t tell them anything … and they started beating the crap out of me. I kept my mouth shut and took it … until they started threatening your life. They said they knew where you were … said they could get to you fast, take you out before you knew what was happening. I didn’t even know where you were at that point.”
As it turned out, these two angel mobsters, as I referred to them, really fucked Sammy up, beat him until his eyes were so swollen he couldn’t see, broke his nose, loosened his jaw, turned his face into a bloody mess, punched him in the stomach, probably cracked a few ribs too. Sam told them repeatedly that he had no idea where Cas was, and that was the truth. Then they started saying that I probably knew where to find him, and if I knew, then Sam must have known too. I knew where Cas was, because he was with me, shacked up in a motel somewhere, protected by symbols that I’d drawn on the windows and doors. After Sam found out about us, Cas refused to come to the bunker anymore, worried about me and Sam. He’d warned me that he was being followed, but he performed some kind of hocus pocus angel stuff to scramble his radar. By the time these headhunters got a signal, Cas was already gone to another location.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, concerned for my brother, scared of what he might have done, worried for Cas’ safety. “You’ve kept this news to yourself all this time?”
“I had to. They said they’d kill you.” Sam paused and looked out through the windshield. “I held out as long as I could, but when they threatened you … and after what they’d done to me … I knew they were serious with their threats. I told them again that I didn’t know where Cas was, but that there might be a way to draw him out.” Now he turned away from me so I couldn’t see his face. “I told them about this job, where it was and what we were hunting. I told them that I’d convince you to summon Cas, then they’d have him, and you’d be safe.” He slowly moved until we were eye to eye, and I could see the regret he wore on his face. “They’re here for Cas, but if I don’t hold up my end of the bargain, they’re gonna kill you.”
I didn’t say anything right away. I was still trying to process the information. “So you sold out Cas to save my hide, is that it?”
“What else was I going to do? They’re angels, Dean. They can swoop in and smite you before you know what’s happening. I told you before, when push comes to shove, I’d stand for my brother before anyone else.”
“Why are you telling me this now? We’re here,” I said, gesturing to the surrounding area with my hands. “All you had to do was talk me into calling Cas.”
“Because . . .” He broke off a moment. “As much as I dislike what’s been going on between you and him, I … well, I can’t help but notice how you’ve changed. I think he might be … good for you … in some weird way.”
“He is good for me, Sam. You’ll never know what all he’s done. I was at the lowest place in my life, a place where no light could have penetrated the darkness in my heart. And then suddenly, there he was, and he helped me find my way back to the light.”
“And that’s why I’m telling you about this now. Whatever you do, whatever happens in there,” he said, pointing towards the abandoned mill. “You cannot call on Cas. Those angels are probably here already, waiting.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I said, and shook my head. “But it doesn’t work that way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought I had to call on Cas in order for him to come to me, but recently I’ve discovered that’s not true. He can sense me, Sam. He can tell when I’m in distress and show up purely out of concern. He knows about the job. He knows about the size of the nest. He knows how much I hate vamps and why. I’m not going to be able to keep him away, should something happen to me in there.”
“Then we’ll just have to make sure nothing happens,” Sam said with confidence.
“Easier said than done,” I mumbled. We grew silent for a while, and I began to think of what he said about being captured and beaten. I decided to ask him. “If you were turned to hamburger by those psychotic angels, how come I never saw you with cuts and bruises on your face?”
“Once they were satisfied with my proposal, they healed me and told me to keep quiet.”
That made sense. The angels wouldn’t have sent Sam home looking like a well-worn punching bag. “So what’s the plan?” I asked. This had become more than just another hunting job.
“We go in, stay low and silent, take out as many as we can until we find the nest’s leader, take him down and get the hell out,” Sam said. It sounded easy, but nothing in this business was simple.
“That’ll work with the vamps, but what about the angels?” If I didn’t call on Cas, these guys were going to come looking for me.
“You said Cas could confuse them, right?”
“Yeah, but only for a moment or two before they catch on.”
“It might just be long enough to warn Cas. He’s got his angel blade, and he’s the best and fastest with his draw,” Sam said. “Once the nest is taken care of, all we’ll have to do is worry about these two angels. We’ll be ready for them.”
“We won’t have much of a leeway, but it just might work.” It would have to work. I wouldn’t let anyone have Cas, and if these angels thought they were going to capture him and take him back to stand some kind of punishment for loving me, they had another thing coming.
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