Title: Seeing Double

Rating: M

Characters/Pairing: Dean & Castiel

Summary: While hot on the tail of their newest unidentified bad guy, one sleazy motel room and an almost unhealthy amount of hard liquor find our two favorite boys in a very compromising position that is witnessed by a dangerous third party. Cas gets taken and tensions rise as Dean fights against the clock to save his angel—and deal with some new feelings that have taken root.

A/N: Oh my god. It's literally been forever and I'm so sorry about that! I had all this testing and my brain just refused to cooperate whenever I tried sitting down and writing. I'm gonna warn you ahead of time…this chapter kind of sucks. It didn't really go anywhere and you don't really learn that much about our mystery man, but I swear I'm getting there! The next chapter is when it all comes out. Thank you all for your kind reviews, and please, keep 'em coming!

To anon—Don't hate me, but I got caught up in the moment and it looks like widdle Cas's bladder is just going to have to suffer through another chapter. But don't worry—next chapter he'll be peeing in a totally un-humiliating fashion and loving it. His bladder relief will know no bounds.

Even as he dwelled carelessly within the bonds of unconsciousness, a part of Castiel knew there was something incredibly, fundamentally wrong. He'd never been buried this far back in the depths of his mind—he had always been able to claw his way back to the surface and observe the world through closed eyelids as his vessel healed itself. And even though he was, for the most part, uneducated on matters of the human body, the feeling made him nervous.

When he was finally able to force the disobedient eyes of his vessel to open, the first thing he noticed was the dirty window before him. Darkness swirled behind its glass pane, and he guessed that meant it was now nighttime. He shifted, glancing down at the rotting wooden floor beneath him.

It was nighttime…so why wasn't he in the motel room? Where was Dean?

Alarm bells immediately went off in his head. He tried pushing himself up off the ground, but he had no strength in his arms and his wrists just bent at the pressure.

He became aware of a throbbing that started at the crown of his head and then made its way down and around, as if somebody were playing the drums on his head. John Bonham was the first name that came to mind, said in Dean's voice as he bopped along to a song that Castiel didn't know.

Cas's chapped lips stretched painfully into a smile at the thought of Dean, but the gesture quickly turned into a grimace as another throb caused his vision to go a little white around the edges. He ducked his head as if to escape the pain, squeezing his eyes shut until it subsided into a low, almost-manageable thrum.

Lifting his head, Castiel glanced furtively around the cavernous room. Wooden panels surrounded him from floor to ceiling, the only sign of an exit being the window that stood mockingly before him.

"Dean?" he called out, but his voice cracked and faltered, cries dying in his throat as he realized how pathetic and small he sounded. He didn't usually sound like that, right? With wide and uncertain eyes, he tried to clear his throat but was met with the same results.

"It sounds like somebody could use a cough drop. Why don't you use a little bit of that angel fairy dust to fix it? Shouldn't be too hard for you, Castiel. Knock knock, little guy."

Castiel's head jerked up in surprise at the unfamiliar voice, narrowing his eyes when he saw nothing. "What do you want from me? Who are you?" he demanded, cringing at the way his own voice trembled and shook.

There was the familiar sound of wings fluttering and Castiel suddenly found himself facing an almost devilish grin and a pair of dark, sinister eyes. An angel? Or…something else. Cas flinched instinctively back, the face bearing teeth that glinted maliciously in the dim lighting.

"You're supposed to say who's there, Castiel. Didn't Gabriel teach you anything?" Castiel winced at the mention of his deceased older brother. "Hmm, touchy, are we? You certainly didn't get that from that hard ass. Maybe you got it from that big old hunk of Winchester, huh?"

The figure standing before him looked undoubtedly more human after the initial shock of his appearance had worn off, although his eyes glinted and gleamed in a way that suggested something very inhuman about him.

"Who are you?" Castiel repeated in an attempt to change the subject, unable to conceal the worry that colored his voice at the mention of Dean. The man before him grinned and opened his arms as if the answer were obvious.

"Who am I? Come now, Castiel. Wrack that little brain of yours, I know you can do it."

Castiel's piercing stare remained unfaltering, his stony gaze locked on the figure before him, although the intimidating look was lost on the guy's amiable expression. The man shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to look offended.

"Is that your final answer? Wrong. Although I can't say I'm all that surprised—it's been quite some time since we last crossed paths. Still no guesses? Ah, well. I'll give you a little hint…I'm your long lost big brother!" the man beamed ecstatically, and Cas squinted pensively at him before recognition finally settled in and his large eyes widened even further, a mixture of awe and horror and fear brewing within stormy blue irises.

"Sariel?"

…

Dean nearly tore his hair out in frustration as Bobby's cellphone went right to voicemail for the fiftieth time.

"Bobby, it's Dean. Charge your goddamn phone every once in awhile, will ya? Cas is missin' and I got a bad feeling about this one. Call me back." Dean slammed the phone closed, growling in frustration. "Sonuvabitch!"

The hunter stormed back over to his Impala, flinging open the door and sliding in. He had been to every single goddamn crime scene in the town. He had been to the library to do some Internet research—which was just a fucking waste of time because that was always Sammy's job, and the only thing Dean knew how to do on the computer was go to his favorite porn sites. He had questioned the families of the victims and checked in with the local authorities and submitted fucking blood samples into the lab to be analyzed.

But he still had nothing.

And he was getting worried, because Cas was out there somewhere, afraid and bleeding and human, and he couldn't do shit about it besides sit on his ass and wait for Bobby to call.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Yeah, I know. This is a shitty chapter. And Cas still hasn't peed yet. But it's been kind of an off day for me and I just wanted to get something out there. Don't want you guys thinking I forgot about you, right? I'm perfecting all my glaring plot gaps and working on the next chapter as we speak. And at the rate I'm going, there's a good chance it'll be up later tonight.