A/N: Just as a reminder this is a NEW chapter. I squished the previously named chapters 9&8 ('I Feel Like a Woman' and 'The Slipping') together to just make a slightly longer chapter 8 ('I Feel Like a Woman'). The current chapter 9 ('Wake Up!') hasn't changed so there's not need to go back and reread if you remember what happened.

I have to apologize for how long these last few chapters are taking, my body really did not want to write this is chapter. So I apologize if there's anything confusing or major grammatical issues.

I finally see the end of story coming up in a few more chapters, probably 3-4. You will have a smuty scene for this story (that doesn't involve rape) I promise, just not in this chapter.

Enjoy!

"Castiel?" Sam knocked at the door before he entered the small hospital room. Dean had texted him a few hours back saying that he was awake and seemed to be on the recovering side of his stay.

"You can come in." Castiel spoke not turning his gaze away from the blonde man fast asleep in the chair next to his bed as he ate his lunch. Tomato soup and a couple crackers.

"I see you're doing well."

"I've been better, Mr. Winchester." Castiel finally tore his gaze from Dean and turned to Sam wincing at the pain in his butt as he moved. "I've been much, much better."

Sam walked over to the chair on the opposite side to Dean and sat down pulling out a few forms. "I've been told by the doctor that you'll be under their watch for a couple days to make sure nothing goes wrong with your body from all the new blood. Which in turn means that you'll miss the meeting with the DA to determine if Gabriel will or will not go to trial."

Sam closed the brief case and began writing on a piece of paper. "What will happen to Gabe now?"

Sam looked up to Castiel and smiled, "Gabe will walk free now. Well not immediately, but within a few weeks Gabriel will be a free man cleared of all charges."

"How?" Castiel gaped.

"With the help of the police department, I got a hold of the police report Dean and you filed." Sam went back to the file and finished writing. "We have Alastair pinned." He handed Castiel the papers he was writing on. They were DNA request forms.

"DNA test? What do DNA tests have to do with me or Gabe's trial for that matter? It was assult."

"You said on the police report that you were raped by Alastair last night, correct?" Cas nodded. "Well, assuming Alastair's semen is still inside of you we can use that. Semen is a very good source of DNA, basically that's all it is. So with a court order from the DA we can get Alastair to submit to the DNA tests and prove to the DA that without Gabe lashing out at Alastair this would have happened to you that night instead of last night."

Castiel didn't say a word as he stared at Sam a little drawn back at how passionate he was to get Alastair by the jewels. "O-okay." He nodded softly, "What do I need to do?"

*~0~0~*

Sam and Dean walked into a medium sized room with tan walls, a red carpet, and a large desk on the far wall with 5 chairs in front of it. A short blonde woman stood from the other side of desk and extended and arm towards the chairs. "Ah Mr. Winchester, it's nice to see you again. How's your little boy doing?"

Her name was Amy Pond, she was the District Attorney of the greater Seattle area. Amy graduated top of her class from Stanford, just above Sam, and moved up quickly through the law firm that hired her straight out of college. She ran for DA last year, Amy won by a land slide and took office in November. Above all that Sam had some personal history with her. They had dated a few years back, about 2 years before he had met Jessica. Amy had been a good friend then and now she was an even better friend.

"Yes, he's well. Had a bit of a scare last week but he's fine now. And Amy please just call me Sam, this feels forced."

"That's good to hear." They all sat down in the chairs; Dean on Sam's right and Amy behind her desk. "Now what can I do for you Mr. Wi-, Sam." She said firmly crossing her fingers together with a smile on her face.

Sam opened up the black brief case he had carried with him and pulled out a few papers handing them to Amy. "We would like to request a court order for Alastair to be involved in a DNA test." Sam spoke as she skimmed the pages quickly.

Turning through the paperwork she stopped and carefully read through paper in her hand. "So this is Castiel Novak's police report? He says that Alastair raped him?" She arched her brow and placed the papers back on her desk. "How . . . convenient."

Dean flinched and shot her a nasty glare down his nose.

If Amy hadn't been in such a lucrative position for Cas' case, he would have torn her a new one. So instead his bit the inside of his mouth hard and tasted copper.

"Yes, and that is why I brought Dean along with me today. He says he saw the man that came from where he found Castiel that night. And I confirmed it with him that's who he saw."

Amy leaned back in her chair and tapped her nails on the desk. "So essentially you're asking for the date of the trail to be pushed back and a court ordered DNA test correct?" Sam nodded; Amy's gaze shifted between the two and took a deep sigh. "Okay, I'll get Judge Vern to sign off on the DNA test and I'll postpone the trial for a while to see if these results will clear Gabriel's case."

"Thank you."

*~0~0~*

"FUCK!" Castiel barked as the doctor tried to scrape what little bit of Alastair might be left inside of him. Castiel bit down on his pillow and balled the sheets in his hands trying to fight the unbelievable pain the racked down his spine.

"Okay, that should be more than enough for the lab technicians to do tests on."

Cas panted as the doctor removed the small instrument from his butt and left the room. "Oh it better fucking be." Cas pulled the white cotton pants up over his ass and curled up under the large blanket his brother brought from his home yesterday and tried to go to sleep.

A soft knock came from the door; Castiel was sick and tired of hearing that noise. "What!" He barked finally fed up with people poking him with needles and giving him pills. He was feeling tremendously better than yesterday when he first woke up, but he could tell he was still weak. Hell, he even went pee all by himself.

"Hey Cas." Dean popped his head in the door. "I brought you some good food."

Cas peaks his head out from under the blanket and stares down Dean with a large brown paper bag in one hand and cup holder of drinks in the other. "The nurse is going to bring by my lunch in a few minutes."

Dean put the food down on the very small table by the window and dropped his shoulders in disappoint at Cas' reply. "Trust me, that food will taste like a turd compared to what I've got. Come on." Dean patted one of the chairs next to the table.

Castiel rolled his eyes and got out of his bed taking the large brown blanket as well as a pillow with him over to the chair. He placed the pillow in the chair and sat down gingerly. Dean helped him place the blanket over his shoulders so he wouldn't be sitting on it as well. Dean took out the burgers and placed them on the table. "Just so you know I won't like the burgers. I'm very picky about what kind I eat." Dean smiled at Cas and slid the burger closer to the darker haired man.

"I'm pretty positive you'll like these. I made them myself. But the drinks I got from the McDonald's down the block. You really can't beat a dollar for a large drink." Dean said smiling as he sat down in the chair across the table from Cas and took a long drink of one of the sodas he brought.

Cas looked at the brown wrapping around the one Dean had pushed in front of him and opened it. The aroma that wafted off of the hot bun smacked Castiel in the face and made his mouth water. Only one other kind of burger as ever done that to him; a Kripke burger. "You didn't."

A Cheshire grin crawled over Dean's face. "I didn't what?"

"You didn't make this."

"Of course I did." He chuckled softly and unwrapped his food. "Believe it or not Chuck isn't the only one who can make a mean burger in Seattle. Now eat."

Castiel leered at Dean through narrow eyes trying to decide if he should believe him or chalk it down as a lie. This man was too good to be true. He had forgiven him for lying to him for a week, came to his rescue when he yelled, and now he cooked burgers that gave him a slight hard on? Dean fucking Winchester had to be a Satan in a Sunday hat.

Cas removed the wrapping, and there sat one of the sexiest burgers he had ever seen. The buns were plump and shimmered in the mid-day light that crept into through the windows with a buttery coating. The meat of the burger was thick and had a caramel brown glow with seared edges. Little strips of bacon curled around the buns and did a small tango with the lettuce as the tomato and pickles that laid in ecstasy on top in their own juices.

This burger should have had to require and ID to even look at it; it was pure food porn. And he had to touch it. With two fingers Cas touched the slick bun and stroked it softly watching it writhe back and forth on top of the tomato and pickles in a kinky orgy of desire and indulgence.

Castiel brought the burger up from the table to his lips and took a sinful bite. Throwing his head back in pure delight as the flavor seeped through his mouth coating every inch with heaven. He moaned softly and took another even before he had swallowed the previous bite. These were BETTER than Kripke's burgers, almost 10 fold better. Castiel didn't know how he would manage to eat another burger that wasn't Dean's without throwing it up. Dean had ruined him forever.

"Uh, Cas?" Castiel took a staggered breath and looked away from the food porn to eye porn instead. Pure grass green eyes that soaked in every ounce of light that bounced into the room.

"Huh?" He mouth still full of food.

"Cas you know I'm attracted to you, right?" Dean said placing his own burger back down on the brown paper. Now an act which Cas would label as a sin against humanity.

"I kind of assumed it when you called me sweetheart before you left yesterday." Cas chuckled gulping down the food in his mouth and bit his lip looking back down at the burger.

"Then you have to realize that this," Dean motioned to all of Cas, "is making me all hot and bothered."

"Oh!" Cas committed his sin and place the burger down and folded his hands in his lap, pulling the blanket over his head trying to hide his embarrassment. "Sorry."

"No, no. It's alright. It was just reminding me of some naughty thoughts that I've wanted to do to you." He smirked and picked up his burger and began to eat again.

Castiel froze in place a little shocked at the words Dean spoke so easily.

"Maybe sometime I'll-"

Castiel broke Dean's sentence in half when he caught the hairs on Dean's nape in his fist and pulled down. Making Dean bare his neck unintentionally for Castiel's predatory grin.

That moment was the quickest Castiel had moved all day, he could feel the tight muscles in his back straining to keep still. His blanket was spread across the chair and floor like a naked woman waiting to be painted. Dean's food had been slapped out of his hand and now splayed across the table. One had pinned down on table and the other pinned above Dean's shoulder. Castiel's knee worked open Dean's long legs and brushed against his firm member gently.

His muscular frame loomed over Dean. He craned his head down to Dean's neck and took in the blonde man's musk, his nose lightly brushing the warm skin.

Dean gave a small gasp and bit down on his lower lip trying to literally bite back the intense primal feeling raised in his gut. His body tried to lash out at Castiel and take the dark haired man in his arms but his body fought in vain against the vice-like grip. All of Castiel's weight was on the man's wrists, Dean wasn't going anywhere.

"I have given every man I know the power to do as they please to me in my life. That stops today." Castiel's words ghosted over Dean's neck making him arch his back into the dark man's chest. "Before this goes any farther with you Dean Winchester, I want you to know that you will never have the power in this relationship. Can you handle that?" Castiel's lustful eyes grazed over Dean's plump lips hungrily.

"Oh God, yes." Dean's lips crashed into Castiel's taking the man that had given him happiness back in his life.

Castiel's veins pumped fire through his body as electricity jolted through the kiss and down to his toes. That one kiss left Castiel reeling back for air as he pushed Dean down with a strong hand on his chest.

Dean moaned at the loss, trying to capture Castiel's lips again with a weak protest.

Castiel's grinned evilly down to Dean, taking in the sight of the gorgeous man as he wantonly moaned softly under his touch. Cas had never had the control in his relationships, in all honestly it scared the crap out of him, but the list of things he wanted to do to his man was a mile long written in 10pt font. Castiel had more he wanted to do to Dean than he had time on this Earth.

"Now where do we begin?" A dark chuckle seeped from Cas' lips as he attacked Dean hungrily.