Dean sat in his chair, his head hanging. He was laughing. Laughing. He was laughing at Sam and Castiel. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. Sam kept a straight face as he held his broken arm close to himself. In the other hand he either held the next dose of his blood or holy water. He just wanted his brother back god dammit. Dean threw his head back as his eyes flashed that gracious black. He looked at the pair as they turned back to green. 

         "You should just give up for Pete's sake, Sammy! I'm not gonna be cured!" Dean said with a smirk on his face that you'd want to slap off. "Nor do I want to be. I like the disease." He said darkly. Castiel swallowed hard. Sam handed the syringe to Castiel with tears threatening to leave his eyes. 

          Castiel took it and watched as Sam left. He was then left alone with Dean. Dean eyed him. "So what does my baby angel want to do now?" Dean chuckled at Castiel. Castiel took a breath. His best friend had not been the same for the past couple of days. Just two days ago he pleaded out to the angel about his feelings for him... as a demon. Castiel found out what Dean wanted when he had kissed Castiel. Castiel was shocked at first but didn't pay attention to it. 

           "We need to get you cured." Castiel stated, holding up the syringe. Dean stood up from his seat as the door closed automatically. Castiel looked back at the sudden noise, alarmed and looked at Dean. "Dean, that is unnecessary." He said. Dean flung the syringe out of Castiel's hands, making it crash onto the floor, breaking. Castiel looked as the blood seeped out of it. Castiel sighed but was alarmed once again as Dean pinned to the door. 

            "Dean." Castiel groaned. He struggled against his grip. Dean stared at him with lust in those pretty green eyes of his. 

             "I'll make you say more than say my name." Castiel was confused until Dean kissed him again. "Tell me you don't like this?" He asked teasingly against Castiel's lips. Dean's lips were and rough when they kissed Castiel. Dean's hands on Castiel's hips, arousing him. He would smash their hips together and kiss down Castiel's neck. "Make you mine. Oh-" Dean said as he felt Castiel become hard. "You like this type of Dean? The more sexy, husky Dean Winchester?" He said deeply that was hot to Castiel. He blushed. 

            "I- yes." 

             "Maybe it's time for Dean Winchester to teach Castiel a lesson." He growled and pinned him to the nearby table. Castiel's breathing hitched. "Now let the fun begin."