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Warnings: The rating will change to M in later chapters.

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You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?
Your touch magnetizing
Feels like going floating, leave my body glowing

They say be afraid
You're not like the others, futuristic lovers
Different DNA, they don't understand you

You're from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
Infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
Take me, t-t-take me
Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
Its supernatural, extraterrestrial

You're so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers, stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic

You're from a whole other/another world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
Infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
Take me, t-t-take me
Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
Its supernatural, extraterrestrial

There is this transcendental, on another level
Boy, you're my lucky star
I wanna walk on your wave length
And be there when you vibrate
For you I risk it all

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
Infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
Take me, t-t-take me
Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
Its supernatural, extraterrestrial



Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away
its supernatural, extraterrestrial

Chapter I:

This was it. He wasn't going to live to see the sun rise. This was his last night on Earth. He was going to die. Maybe he should have taken back up- no, he couldn't have involved Sammy or Bobby in this. He was going to die. He should have said his goodbyes to Sam and Bobby. He wondered if this is how his Dad felt when he had died.

Dean closed his eyes, waiting for the finishing blow, tensing as he waited.

"You will leave him alone," the voice was deep and grating. Dean looked up, barely able to make anything out through his swollen eyes. It hurt to even try and look. He could make out the figure of a man, encased in shadows.

"How dare you? He's mine!" the demon Azazel snarled.

"No, he is mine," the voice said calmly.

"He's been nothing but a pain. Who are you to want him?" Azazel demanded.

"My name is Castiel," he said. Castiel? Dean tasted the name trying to decide whether he liked it or not. Dean tried to open his eyes, to grab onto the material that was blowing near him but not quite on him. He wanted to touch this person- to see him.

"I've heard about you, Castiel. You're not like the rest of your kind,"

"You think I would listen to a demon? I told you to leave him alone."

"He's my kill!"

"He bears my mark," Castiel said. Mark? What mark?

"Like hell he does!" Azazel laughed. "I've followed this boy since before he was in the womb! I'd know if he has a mark!" The figure began to approach him. Dean tried to move away but it hurt too much to move. He felt fingers brush his forehead and he couldn't feel pain anymore. He could see Castiel.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"My name is Castiel," he said.


"Shh," Castiel hushed. "This won't last more than a minute." What won't last more than a minute? Dean wanted to ask but he felt his arm being gripped- and burned. Dean cried out, trying to escape from Castiel's touch. The grip tightened. To Dean's dismay, nothing he did even loosened the grip. Castiel was strong. Even bring recently healed, Dean couldn't do anything to fight the grip as his arm was burnt.

"Stop!" Dean choked out. "Stop it, damn you!"

"Shh," Castiel hushed him again, catching his fist calmly. He took it and pressed it to his mouth, kissing the knuckles gently. Dean opened his eyes and stared at Castiel, hoping to somehow to relay him to stop- that he didn't want whatever the hell he was doing to him. He just wanted it to stop.

The heat disappeared and Dean cried out in relief, falling forwards. Dean felt himself being caught by two strong arms.

"He is mine, demon scum," Castiel said. "Now leave and make sure the rest of your kind knows to whom he belongs too."

"You- what did you do to me?" Azazel screamed. Dean caught a glimpse of Castiel waving his hand and Azazel stumbling forward.

"The only reason I'm letting you live is so that you pass on my message," Castiel said. "No one shall harm Dean Winchester." Dean was shaking too much, trying to recover from the burning sensation to even think about moving away from Castiel, to think of what the burning meant.

"Is he gone?" Dean asked shakily.

"Yes, Dean, he is gone," Castiel answered. "You are saved."

"Who are you?" Dean asked, pushing away from Castiel. The man let Dean pull away from him and even stumble back several steps before reaching out to steady him. Dean slapped his hand away, putting even more distance behind him.

"I told you. My name is-"

"I mean what are you?" Dean demanded. "Are you a demon?" The man looked at him.

"Dean, you should know better than that," he said, looking up towards the sky. "I must go."

"Wait- what did you do to me?" Dean demanded, his hand covering the burn Castiel left on him. Castiel's gaze shifted from the sky to Dean and then back to the sky again before they finally resided on Dean.

"At twelve tonight, meet me at this address," Castiel said. Dean reached for the paper, trying to avoid touching the other man. He felt a jolt of electricity when his fingers brushed Castiel's. It wasn't a figure of speech either- it was an actual jolt of electricity. Castiel pulled back first.

"My apologies," he said. "I am not used to this… vessel. I must go now." Dean opened his mouth to protest but he blinked and Castiel was gone.

Dean felt the burning mark begin to cool down and he didn't like it. Instead of being what felt like tens of degrees hotter than his normal temperature, it had dropped a few degrees below what his temperature normally was. He didn't like how the cold reminded him of Castiel. He didn't like how he couldn't stop thinking about him or the cold feeling that now resided in him now that Castiel was gone. It was never a good thing to get attached- especially not to some- something that had come out of nowhere.

Dean knew that the burn on his arm was going to be nothing but trouble.

He was not a demon. If Castiel was a demon, there was no way in Hell he could have that much raw power. He had barely moved during the whole duration of the fight- was there even a fight? Could what had taken place be considered a fight? He was fierce and Dean knew he was one of them. He had to be- what else could he be? He didn't know who "they" were, exactly. Dean just knew that people said to be afraid.

They had thought the Croatoan virus was bad, being the beginning of the apocalypse and all. They hadn't seen them. With the virus, they knew what they were up against and had eventually been able to develop a cure. Now… now Dean didn't know what they were dealing with. Either way he wasn't a human and he certainly wasn't a demon.

An alarm clock blared and jolted Dean out of his thoughts. It was almost twelve o' clock. Was he going to go?

He fingered with the knife that he and his brother had taken from the demon Ruby. He felt his burn tingling- which he discovered was in the shape of a hand print- and he made his decision then.

He'd go but he'd be prepared.

"You came," Castiel said.

"You thought I wouldn't?" Dean asked. He took the time to examine Castiel. Dean hated to admit it, but the man was damn attractive, even in the tax accountant clothes. He saw the corner of Castiel's mouth lift upwards into a small smile. Dean frowned, wondering what there was to smile about.

"I had no doubts," Castiel said and that made Dean stop.

"What are you?" he asked. Castiel paused before he answered.

"You wouldn't believe me," Castiel said.

"How do you know that?" Dean asked. "You the devil or something?"

"You might prefer it if I was," Castiel said. A shiver ran down Dean's spine as he stared at the man before him. He wasn't like Dean- he wasn't human. He wasn't even a demon. Was it a good thing that he wasn't the devil?

"Then what the hell are you?" Dean asked.

"I can't tell you that now," Castiel said.

"Why the hell not?" Dean spat.

"I have my orders," Castiel said calmly. That calm demeanor was seriously beginning to piss Dean off and he hadn't been in the room with the guy for ten minutes.

"What orders?" Dean asked.

"I can't tell you," Castiel said. Castiel's face was blank- the perfect poker face, Dean noted. If it hadn't been for the poker face, Dean would have been sure that Castiel was enjoying this but the man looked as though he was merely stating facts. Doubt about Castiel enjoying his annoyance crept into his mind. He had been hustling people through poker for years. He had his own perfect poker face. And yet he couldn't tell what Castiel was thinking. That had never happened to him before.

"Then what the hell can you tell me?" Dean demanded.

"I can tell you about the mark on your arm," Castiel said, walking forward calmly despite the knife in Dean's hand. He laid his hand on the mark through the material of Dean's jacket. Dean felt the air leave him, time stopping as Castiel's hand covered the mark perfectly. All he could focus on was the man before him until Castiel took his hand off of the mark to cup Dean's cheek.

"I could tell you how that mark protects you from others," Castiel continued. Dean heard him talking but he didn't hear what he was saying. He was so focused on Castiel and damn, the man knew what effect the mark had on him, even if Dean didn't know it himself. Dean could still hear him talking, not really processing the words as his eyes fluttered clothes to enjoy the sensation of Castiel touching him but one thing in particular caught his attention.

"I could tell you how that mark makes you mine," Castiel said. Dean's eyes opened and he pushed against Castiel's chest. Instead of making Castiel back up, Dean was the one stepping back to put distance in between them.

"What the hell do you mean I'm yours? I don't belong to anybody!" Dean hissed. Castiel raised an eyebrow, making Dean's opinion waver. He felt like he was being looked down upon, like what he was saying was insignificant. He bristled at the thought.

"Nothing you have to say is insignificant," Castiel said, breaking Dean from his train of thought. "But that doesn't mean you aren't wrong." That did it for Dean. The words snapped the little self control Dean had and he punched the guy.

And damn, did it hurt him.

He held his hand, trying to make the pain go away while glaring at Castiel.

"What the hell are you?" Dean demanded.

"If I told you, you would not believe me," Castiel said. "Let me see. Dean." Dean held his hand away from Castiel a few seconds longer, a way to rebel. A small victory. Dean hissed as Castiel took his hand into his and in a second, his hand felt better.

"What did you do?" Dean asked.

"I healed you. Maybe next time, you will know better than to hit me," Castiel said.

"Maybe you shouldn't have broken my hand," Dean grumbled, jerking his hand away from Castiel. If the guy expected a thank you, he had another thing coming.

"It wouldn't matter if you hit me or another one of my kind, Dean. At the very least, you would sprain it," Castiel said. "What do you want to know about, Dean?"

"What the hell you are to make my frigging hand break," Dean grumbled. Castiel looked at him, eyes narrowing slightly. Dean swallowed, trying to take a step back but he found his back pressed against the wall. Not good. As if he could sense his distress at the situation- and he probably could too, after the mind reading trick he pulled earlier- Castiel took a step backwards, letting Dean get his back away from the wall.

"You want to know about me, about my mark… why it makes you react," Castiel said, "to me." Castiel looked curious himself at the last part and Dean looked away, feeling flustered under the scrutiny.

"Just tell me already," Dean muttered, "Without touching the mark." He added when Castiel's hand rose again to touch his arm. The hand dropped, abiding to Dean's wishes.

"This mark says that you are mine to protect. It will… dissuade most but encourage others to come after you. It gives me the right to defend you, to protect you or anyone you care about, to come to your aid. To call you mine," Castiel said.

"Dude, this is turning way too much into a chick flick for me. Aren't you supposed to ask me or something before you burn me with some brand?" Dean demanded. Castiel titled his head slightly.

"I do not understand. What is a… chick flick?" Castiel frowned.

"You don't know what a… oh, God," Dean groaned. He missed Castiel's eyes narrowing slightly. "You know what, never mind. Just answer the damned question."

"The ritual is not complete," Castiel said. "We-"

"Hold up. Ritual? First you mark me- without my permission, by the way-" Dean felt he had to add.

"My apologies. I thought you would want to live to see the morning," Castiel said.

"I would've been fine," Dean said. Both of them knew he was lying. Castiel leaned against the table, letting Dean have his lie. Dean wasn't sure how he felt about Castiel not calling him out on the blatant lie. He couldn't even see before Castiel had intervened.

"What ritual?" Dean asked.

"The ritual is what you humans call…'courtship.' I believe," Castiel said, the words mulling over in his mind. "But the end result is closer associated with your definition of 'soul mates.'" Dean stared at the- the whatever he was. His jaw dropped slightly.

"Soul mates? You have got to be kidding me," Dean spat. "There's no such thing."

"As of three days ago, you would have said there was no such thing as me," Castiel said. Dean didn't ask how Castiel knew that he had found out about whatever Castiel's kind coming to Earth. He automatically attributed it to Castiel's freaky mind powers.

And Castiel's name was a freaking mouthful.

"You're lying," Dean said.

"I assure you, Dean, I am not… lying," Castiel said. He sounded as if he was tasting the word 'lying' like he would taste food and then decide whether or not he liked it. Dean swallowed, wanting to get the hell away from Castiel. This was too much.

He did not belong to anyone. He did not have a destiny laid out for him. He didn't believe in destiny. And he sure as hell wasn't anyone's soul mate- least of all a guy's soul mate.

"This… this is merely a vessel," Castiel said, gesturing to himself. "In my true form, I have no gender… at least, not in the way you humans break gender up."

"That makes me feel so much better," Dean snapped.

"I'm glad," Castiel said.

"That was sarcasm," Dean said, "Wait- you're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He asked for this," Castiel said.

"Yeah, right," Dean snorted.

"You're avoiding the subject," Castiel said sharply. Dean flinched. He really didn't want to talk about whatever ritual Castiel was talking about.

"So you're gonna follow me around and open doors for me and give me roses and take me out on dates. Thanks but no thanks. I don't do that and I don't bat for the other team. You're better off not wasting your time," Dean snapped. "Go find someone else."

"Your destiny is tied to mine," Castiel told Dean. Dean paused at the barn door.

"Then it's a damned good thing I don't believe in that crap," Dean spat.

"Dean," Castiel said.

"Leave me alone," Dean growled. He slammed the barn doors shut behind him.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Where the hell were you?" Sam asked when he closed the front door. "You didn't even leave a note. Bobby and I were worried about you."

"Sorry, princess. Next time I'll post a sticky note next to your forehead, leave a couple of hearts on it while I'm at it," Dean grunted. "What?"

"Didn't you go on a hunt?" Sam asked.

"Yeah? So?" Dean grunted.

"So you're not hurt. At all. I know you're good Dean but…" Sam said.

"Easy hunt, that's all. We got a wrong lead," Dean said, not wanting to talk about Castiel. "Did you find anything out about the aliens?" With no other name to go by, Dean had called their visitors 'aliens.' The name had eventually stuck, even though Sam made a bitch face every time it was used.

"Nothing much. We don't really have anything to go on," Sam shrugged. "Did you find anything?" Dean paused, considering showing his little brother the… handprint. It was not a brand. His hand lingered over the mark before he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on a chair.

"No," Dean said, making sure the mark was covered even though he was wearing long sleeves. "Morning, Bobby."

"Where the hell were you?" Bobby grunted.

"Geez, can't a guy go to a bar without the third degree anymore?" Dean asked, storming upstairs.

"What's his problem?" Bobby asked, jerking his head in Dean's direction.

"Dunno," Sam shrugged. "Probably didn't get any."

"I heard that, bitch!" Dean shouted from upstairs.

"Jerk!" Sam shouted back.

A flutter woke Dean up. Instinctively, he reached for the gun kept under his pillow. He felt a hand cover his and he opened his mouth to shout for Sam but his mouth was covered too and he found himself being pushed back down onto the bed. He found himself staring into a pair of intense blue eyes. He felt the hand being removed from his mouth and the gun being removed from his grip.

"What the hell are you doing here? Do you get your freak on by watching people sleep?" Dean demanded, jerking away from Castiel.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel said. "I thought you might need me."

"What the hell for?" Dean snapped.

"You were having a nightmare," Castiel stated. He peered at Dean and Dean found he couldn't look away, entranced by the stare. "You have them often."

"Dude, you really need to stop that," Dean said. "Reading my mind." He clarified. He got up and he could feel Castiel's stare following him. "Great, I'm awake now. No more nightmares. You can go now."

"We should talk," Dean tensed.

"We have nothing to say to each other," Dean said.

"You have nothing to say to me. That doesn't mean I don't have something to say to you," Castiel corrected. Dean glared at him.

"What then?" Dean snapped. Castiel looked at him carefully before waving his hand towards the bed. Dean swallowed and wanted to hide when he saw the roses appear on the bed. Fuck chick flicks. He hated them with a vengeance.

"You said roses," Castiel reminded him, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "But you do not seem to like them." With another wave of his hand, Castiel made the roses disappear, much to Dean's relief. He walked over to Dean confidently and gripped his shoulder, turning him around. Dean didn't flinch away from Castiel, didn't turn his gaze away.

He wanted to piss Castiel off. He didn't want Castiel's gaze to leave him. He wanted those eyes trained on him and as of yesterday, he wouldn't-didn't feel like this. What the hell was going on?

He jerked himself away from Castiel.

"That would be my mark. The end result will be soul mates. The path there is courtship. During the courtship, our emotions will be heightened. Everything you feel will be increased. It will be intense," Castiel said. "You-"

"Take it back!" Dean hissed.

"Excuse me?" Castiel blinked. That obviously hadn't been what Castiel was expecting.

"Take it back! I didn't ask for this! I don't want it!" Dean snarled, pushing a surprised Castiel against the wall.

"You shouldn't fight what you want," Castiel chastised. Dean's hand around Castiel's neck tightened but Castiel didn't show any signs of being discomforted. It pissed Dean off.

"I said take it back!" Dean growled. "I know you can!" His hand left Castiel's throat and made a grab for the hand that had made the mark. In a desperate attempt to rid the mark, to do anything, to not feel helpless, he pushed the hand against the mark.

Big mistake.

Electricity ran down his blood stream. He could feel Castiel trying to pull away from the mark, hearing someone-himself, screaming. He buried his face in Castiel's neck, trying to shield himself from the wind rising around them, the objects rising and moving on their own accord.


"Sammy, don't!" Dean managed to choke out. "Stay back!"

"Dean, you need to let go!" Castiel hissed. "Accept me!" Dean fought harder against Castiel, trying to remove himself from the angel. He didn't know what was going on. He had no control over his own body. He was trying to remove himself but his body, on its own accord, was keeping Castiel's hand pinned to the mark.

"Dean!" Sam shouted.

"What the hell is going on?" Bobby demanded.

"Cass… don't let them come in," Dean groaned. He could feel Castiel tense. He had never used Castiel's name- or even a variation of his name- before. "Don't let them get hurt." Castiel raised the hand that was on Dean's waist up and held up his hand, turning it slightly so that Sam and Bobby were pushed back and with another flick of the wrist, the door slammed shut. Dean and Castiel were left alone in the room, Castiel's powers in full motion around them.

"Accept me, Dean," Castiel said. Realizing that Dean wasn't going to accept him willingly, he tried harder to pull away even though the onslaught of wind got stronger.

"No!" Dean groaned, pulling Castiel back towards him.

"Dean, if you do not let me pull away or accept me, I will not be able to contain this in this room anymore. You will get hurt. Sam and Bobby will be hurt," Castiel said. That caught Dean's attention and the man looked at Castiel.

"What do I need to do?" Dean asked.

"Accept me," Castiel said. Dean opened his mouth to ask what that meant but Castiel covered Dean's lips with his own, silencing the question. Castiel's lips moved against Dean's lips, trying to get him to respond. Castiel tightened his hold on Dean when it felt like he was going to move away. He was about to pull away but Dean felt Castiel's hand about to leave the mark and gripped the lapels of the trench coat tighter, kissing him with everything he had.

"Accept you huh?" Dean asked, pulling away as the wind began to die down. Castiel didn't answer. He just moved his hands down to Dean's waist instead, bringing him closer. "You could have just said to kiss you. I could have just done that from the start."

Castiel didn't bother responding to the quip either. He knew of Dean's sexual past. He knew Dean didn't want to admit that by kissing Castiel, he had accepted him- or at least an aspect of their relationship together.

The door opened slightly but Castiel glared at it, raising his hand up again. Dean heard the door slam and he turned to look at it and then glared at Castiel.

"What the hell, Cass?" Dean demanded.

"We have company," Castiel answered.

"What have you done now, Castiel?"

"Hello, Uriel," Castiel said, turning around half way to greet the newcomer, releasing Dean in the process.

"I'll ask you again, Castiel; what the hell have you done?" Uriel demanded.