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It is twilight two nights before the summer solstice and Castiel is scouting for the Winchesters in the town of Springfield.  The brothers are researching in the library.  The lead Sam had found the day before pointed to a coven setting up shop and were taking people.  Given the time of year they were scouring the town and surrounding areas for any information and activities as fast as they could.  So far there were four missing persons and they needed to be found quick.  However, the Winchesters have yet to find anything on rituals or other happenings in the area.  It was all too circumstantial and a bit thin, but they were in between big jobs thus they decided to make the drive and check it out.  Interviews were routine though uninformative, the police were scrambling to find the seemingly unrelated missing people, and the town was on edge.

Castiel is making his final round finding no evidence of any witch activity let alone a coven, when he suddenly has to stop at the edge of town in a clearing in the forest.  He reaches up to touch his mouth because he feels the brush of feather soft sensations on his lips.  The feeling continues and intensifies.  He frowns and licks his lips feeling the sensations on his tongue.

Castiel looks around and sees nothing as his skin becomes hot.  He is not supposed to feel anything, angels regulate the body temperature of their vessels.  He twists around feeling something on his back, his sides, and shoulders.  Nothing.  He squints into the distance, listening with his superior ears.  Other than the normal wild life, there is nothing.  He refocuses his eyes and peers around the area with his angel sight.  Nothing.  

Frustrated, he rubs his hands over his vessel to rid himself of the phantom touches.  Castiel looks down, his body is reacting to whatever is stimulating it.  He shivers trying to shrug off the unwanted sensations.  He undoes his pants, shoving them down to see his penis is erect, something he hasn’t felt since...  An overwhelming sensation drops him to his knees.  Pleasant waves wash over him, emanating from his groin.  Feeling overheated, he strips himself of his trenchcoat, jacket, and shirt.  His back arches and he lets out a moan.  His vision is blurry, he licks his lips tasting a salty sweetness.  He gasps when his nipples harden under a ghostly touch.  

Castiel clutches at his chest, wanting to capture the invisible being, but finds only his vessel's skin.  He falls forward onto his hands, his chest heaving with breaths he doesn’t need, but has to have.  His tie dangling from his neck makes him frown before more sensations overwhelm him.  His penis feels incredible, similar to his experience with that woman when he was human.  He shivers when he feels his arsehole is teased and breached.  Castiel grunts at the pain and pressure, uncomfortable but not unpleasant.  As euphoric as all this feels, he is desperate to stop all of it, but he can't.  He can barely hold a thought when he is hit by another wave of sensations.  His legs quiver, his stomach flutters, and he squeezes his eyes shut against the attack.

When he attempts to fly away, he is assaulted with waves of heat and pins and needles scattering throughout his body causing him to convulse.  Castiel gasps.  His vision dims, his hearing dulls, yet his penis and arse are being overstimulated.  His fingers dig into the dirt.  He is on edge.  He moans, wanting to claw at his flesh.  Something inside his arse is being stimulated so viciously yet pleasantly that he can't move.  Barely holding himself up, his eyes roll back into his head.

Castiel shudders as waves of pleasant feelings flood his brain and body.  He is panting, gasping, and moaning making him rock back and forth, his penis swaying.  He feels a need, he can't stop it, it overwhelms him and he screams, his penis ejaculating and his arse pulsating with pleasure.  Wave after wave of orgasmic sensations drown him.

Castiel wakes laying on his side in the grass.  Disoriented he raises up feeling euphoria and fear.  He had been effectively taken out by some unknown force.  It may not have been torturous, but he had been incompasitated just the same.  He shakes his head looking around and down at himself.  He blinks at his state of undress.  Another blink and he is standing, clean and redressed.  He needs to get back to the brothers and tell them of his experience.  This has to be connected to their case , he thinks as he staggers towards the road, too disoriented to fly.

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After the four missing people in Springfield turned up on the wrong side of a flooded river, and the coven turned out to be a band of teens looking for excitement, the team packed up.  The local papers had used some inflammatory keywords that got picked up by the nationals which sparked their investigation.  Sam and Dean were intrigued by Castiel’s experience, though Dean got embarrassed by Castiel’s intimate and precise details.  Sam asked a lot of questions that Castiel answered to the best of his ability.  They spent an entire day going over every inch of the clearing in the forest.  Nothing.

Castiel had to endure some ribbing from Dean and some looks from Sam, but for the most part he had no residual effects from the experience.  He was frustrated and not amused.  He did agree to do some research back at the bunker with Sam.  After a day, Dean is ready to give up.

“Cas, did you say that you felt like you were being touched?”  Sam is looking in a book, one of many they have reviewed.

“Correct, Sam.  At first I thought it was all over, but then I realized that the touches were localized.  And they never stayed in one place.”  Castiel frowns as he recalls the experience.

Sam scrubs his face and gets up.  “I got to take a break.  Where’s Dean?”  He stretches his back.

“Thank you for all you are doing to help.”  Castiel does appreciate Sam’s skills in research despite the lack of progress.  “I heard him say he had a headache and was going to lay down.  He didn't want me to heal him."  He frowns.  "I think you, too, need to rest.  You have been working on this since we have gotten back.”  It was only a little after eight, but Castiel could see Sam's weariness.

Sam scratches his head and nods.  “Yeah, I could use some relief.  I’m sorry we haven’t found anything.”

“I may check in with Bobby.  Maybe he has some insight.” says Castiel.

“You have his number?” asks Sam walking towards the door.

“I will go to him.”  Castiel disappears.

Bobby is less than amused when Castiel appears in his kitchen;  however, he does agree to help after Castiel explains things to him.  Castiel is sitting on the bed by the window in the library when Bobby hands him a stack of books.  

“This is part of what I have on hexes, curses, and spells.”  Bobby carries a stack to his desk and begins reading. 

Castiel sets the stack beside him and opens the first book.  He just begins reading when he feels something, the feather soft touch on his lips.  He winces in surprise when it turns to a sharp pain.  He touches his mouth, moving his tongue around, wondering what that sensation is pressing against it.

“What’s wrong with you, boy?”  Bobby’s frown mirrors his own.

“I am hardly a b--"  Castiel jerks.  "I am experiencing it again.  It’s how it began the first time, an odd pressing against my lips and my--”  Castiel stops, feeling something down his neck.  He follows the sensations with his fingertips.  Something presses on his back and his front.  He stands trying to shrug off the sensations.

“It is an all over presence.”

“Does it hurt?”  Bobby is now by his side, his hands hovering not knowing what to do.

“It does not hurt.”  Castiel sheds his coat and jacket, and tugs at his tie to remove it.  He turns around.  “I feel something moving up and down my back, arms, legs.  Like touching with hands.”  He takes off his shirt.

Bobby looks at him closely.  “I don’t see nothing.  I don’t even see where you are being touched.  Your skin and muscles should move.”  He demonstrated on his own arm.

Castiel nods, seeing how the flesh gives under Bobby’s fingers.  He shivers, his nipples getting hard, his penis becoming erect.  He noticies Bobby waving his arms as if to try to grab something around him.

“Not someone or something invisible?” 

“No, I tried th--”  His vision blurs, again the pleasant sensations are emanating from his groin.  Castiel feels his skin heating up and cannot stand the pressure, he undoes his pants and frees his throbbing erection.

“What are you doing?”  Bobby steps back in shock.

“It’s too much.”  Gasping Castiel falls to his knees.  He has an overwhelming urge to grab his penis but he can’t move his hands to do so.  “I can’t move.”  

He squeezes his eyes shut when a wave of pleasure coursed through him.  He shudders, opening his eyes in time to see Bobby move towards him.  “Don’t.  I don’t want you to be affected.”

An intense sensation attacks his penis and he shudders again, falling to his hands.  Castiel moans, not hearing Bobby cursing as he tries to call Dean and Sam.  He feels his body rocking again, tingles racing up and down his penis, down his legs and arms.  

“I can’t get a hold of either of the boys,” says Bobby, his voice full of worry.

“I--” Castiel says, but moans again, his hips thrusting.  “I d-- I don’t know-- know what’s go-- going on.”  He is breathless.  His brain was firing too fast.  He scrabbles for purchase, but the floor is too slick.  

“Where does it hurt?”  

“Does--” Castiel gasps.  “Doesn’t hurt.”  He coughs, moans, and shudders.  “Op-opposite.”  He wants to collapse on the floor but his arms are rigid.  His hips keep moving against his will.  Castiel can see Bobby’s face near his.  He is waving some device around him.

“I am not getting anything on the EMF.”  Bobby sounds mad.

“I--” Words escape him as the full bodied feeling rushes over him:  stomach, back, neck, legs, balls, but mostly his penis.  He throws back his head and moans deeply and ejaculates hard.  He is panting yet again for breaths he does not need, his heart thundering in his chest.  He looks up to Bobby who had fallen onto his butt.

“I feel…” Castiel collapses and blacks out.

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Back at the bunker the next day, Castiel, with Bobby on the phone, explains what happened.  Castiel is shaken and Bobby is thoroughly confused.  Bobby is in full research mode and orders the boys to do the same.  Surrounded by lots of books, they question him again.

"Do you know what is triggering these episodes?" Sam asks despite Castiel having answered the same question before.  He types on his laptop and frowns at whatever he is reading.

"I was not doing the same thing in the park as I was at Bobby's."  Weary, Castiel rubs his face.  "Both times were similar yet different.  I was not in control.  I could not move other than whatever this does to me.  I could not get off the floor, I could not stand, and I could not fly away to escape it.  I was totally incapacitated."

"But it felt good?"  Dean asks, a smirk playing on his lips.  He is sprawled out across three chairs surrounded by books.

Castiel looks at him with a frown and a tilt of his head.  "Yes, physically it was pleasurable, Dean."  Anger evident in his tone.  "Like when I was with April before the demon inside her killed me, but much more intense.  As I have said before, I am not a willing participant.  I did not give my consent."

Dean stares wide eyed at what Castiel is implying.  He straightens up in his seat.  "Oh, yeah."

"What if this happens when I am in the middle of a battle?  What could the possible outcome be if we were facing demons and this happens again?"  Castiel stands and paces away from the table.

"Sorry."  Dean has the decency to sound apologetic.

"I need to…" Castiel says before disappearing.

Later that night Castiel reappears in his room after reviewing every detail of both experiences and visiting both places.  Other than the sensations on and in his body, nothing stands out.  Frustrated, he heads towards the library.  He finds it empty.  He notes the time, a few minutes after two am, and is glad the brothers have gone to bed.  

He sits down and looks at the book open on the table.  He starts to read when he feels something tickling his neck.  He brushes at it absent-mindedly and continues to read.  The sensations continue until Castiel realizes it is happening again.  He starts to call out to the brothers when his mouth is immobilized by an intense feeling.  His tongue feels suction and his lips are pressed hard.  Something rubs down his body from shoulders to hips.  He is pressed against the chair.  

His body heats up again.  The pressure eases and he struggles to rid himself of his coat and jacket.  He yanks open his shirt, scattering buttons everywhere.  He is pressed down again.  Again his nipples react to ghost sensations stimulating his skin.  The sensations move lower until he has to rip off his pants and boxers to free his erection.

His legs are forced open and something is pressing against his thighs.  Castiel gasps.  Pressure that is not too strong nor soft slides up and down his penis.  He has to grip the chair arms to steady himself.  When the sensations lessen he forces himself to stand.  He staggers up the steps, having to stop when he is gripped with the pleasurable waves coursing through his body.  They are almost too overwhelming.

As pleasant as it all feels, he is ashamed at his loss of control.  Castiel stumbles a few more feet.  He squeezes his eyes shut feeling like he is being violated.  He moans and grunts as his hips move of their own accord.  He falls to his knees and crawls the best he can manage.  His body is being manipulated by some unknown force.  Hit with another wave of painful pins and needles that trigger a pleasant burst from his groin, he slumps to the floor in the hallway.  He tries to call out for Dean, yet it is snatched from his throat as he moans again.  His balls are being stimulated almost to pain.  Waves of heat engulf him.

The all over feeling has him panting and gasping for air.  His chest constricts, his vision blurs.  He pulls himself along with his arms a couple of feet before he throws back his head and screams, ejaculating.  The orgasm has him shuddering and jerking on the floor forever.  Wave after wave of pleasant feelings drown him.  His eyes roll back in his head.  His brain blanks out to everything but the painfully pleasurable waves crashing through his body.  He jerks and spasms.  He passes out barely seeing Sam and Dean running towards him.

***

Castiel wakes in a bed.  He looks around and sees the cinder blocks that make up the bunker.  He sits up to find he is dressed only in his ruined shirt and tie.  He gets out of bed and is fully dressed, everything as it should be.  He leaves the room and hears the brothers in the kitchen.  

"Hello, Sam.  Hello, Dean."  He sits at the table and is surprised when Dean sets a cup of coffee in front of him.  

"So, um, it happened again last night?"  Dean is fidgeting with his cup, not looking at him.

Castiel frowns.  "Yes.  It was the most intense attack yet.  I seem to have passed out for many hours."

Sam came and sat down across from Dean.  "Yeah.  We found you in the hallway.  Um, you've been out for 10 hours."

"Thank you for taking care of me."  Castiel takes a sip of his too hot coffee without thought.  The bitterness is a welcome familiarity he needs right now.  "I was not capable of…"

"How are you?" asks Sam when he fails to continue.

"I'm fine."  Castiel drinks the coffee.  

"Dude, you are not fine.  I haven't seen you this tightly wound in a long time."  Dean sips his coffee and gives him that look.

"I feel...  I felt like when Naomi was controlling me, but more so.  I have no better terms to explain other than I feel jumbled and tangled.  I didn't consent, but it feels good, and that makes me feel ashamed.  I fear it happening again.  I fear because… I am completely at its mercy."

"You feel violated."  Sam looks at him with concern.

Castiel looked at Sam.  "I shouldn't feel such things, but these emotions are not something I can compartmentalize."

"Did you get any warning?" Dean asks, "Any time?"

"I felt a tingling sensation.  Last night it started on my neck, although the pressure was more intense.  I tried to get to your rooms before it spread, but I was too late."

"Did you remove your clothes or did the force, for lack of a better term, do it?" Sam asks.  He sips his coffee looking concerned.

"I removed them because I felt overwhelmed, trying to rid myself of the feelings.  Foolish, I know."  Castiel looks down into his cup.

"And you're supposed to be in control of all that?" asks Dean, his face all scrunched with questions.

"Correct.  As an angel, I regulate the vessel's temperature, see to the vessel's needs, bodily functions, etcetera.  I compartmentalize pain during fights so I can concentrate on the task at hand."

"Alright."  Sam stands, walking the long way around the table.  "Let's hit the books."

Dean stands as well, brushing past Sam.  Sam sidesteps quickly and leaves the room.

Castiel shivers.  Frowning he almost says something, but the feeling doesn't continue.  He shakes it off and heads for the library.

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Hours later they are all tired, even Castiel.  He gets up and walks around the library, touching books and running his hands over the textures.  He is frustrated and, if he were to admit it to himself, afraid.  He goes to the couch and sits down.  He doesn't want to admit he feels tired;  angels don't feel tired.

"I'm going to fix something for lunch."  Dean stands and pops his back.

"Burgers?" asks Sam hopefully.

"Cas?"

Castiel looks at Dean with a frown which causes the human to laugh.  He would like to have a burger, but the taste would not be what he would like;  each molecule would be prominent and delete the enjoyment.  He lays back his head and looks at the ornate ceiling.  He lets his mind drift and soon he is asleep.

He jerks awake.  He feels an intense sensation emanating from his groin.  Castiel pulls at his shirt, popping all the buttons with the force and yanks at his belt, tearing it in half.  He moans and forces himself to yell.

"Dean!"

The sensations lessen but don't let up.  Castiel looks around and finds himself alone.  Kitchen .  He smells the burgers.  He levers himself upright, waves upon waves of pleasure/pain focused on his penis hobble him, and staggers to the door.  He is brought to his knees when an intense wave of pain/pleasure hits him.  He grits his teeth, riding it out, and drags his body upright. 

He grabs on to the door frame, practically shoving himself to the kitchen.  Breathless, he wants to tear off his clothes.  He settles for yanking off his coat and jacket.  He stumbles the last few feet, clutching the counter for support, and would have been shocked still at the sight, but his body jerks and he moans.  He hangs on with both hands watching as Dean bobs his head on Sam's penis.

"Sam!  Dean!" Castiel yells before he and Sam both scream out and ejaculate.  Castiel falls to the floor and Sam slumps onto the table he is sitting on.

Castiel watches as Dean stands looking shocked and Sam scrambles to fix his jeans.  Castiel's eyes roll back and he passes out.

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The next time he wakes he is in his bed again.  He gets up and fixes himself and his clothes.  He goes to the kitchen where he finds both brothers sitting on either side of the table looking ill.

"When did this start?" Castiel asks.

"None of your damn busin--" Dean nearly growls, his shoulders tense.

"After Memorial Day," Sam said, staring pointedly at Dean.

"The hunt you said I was not needed."  Castiel leans against the counter across from them, arms crossed.

"Yeah, it seemed routine," said Sam, twisting his fingers into knots.

"Explain."  Castiel is growing weary of this conversation.

"We got hit with some dust," says Sam now rubbing his palms against his jeans.

"Powder," added Dean, his posture resigned, but his fists were white knuckled on the table.

"Which was it?"  Castiel frowns harder.

"It doesn't matter.  We went to Bobby and he did a full rundown of the residue on our clothes.  He found nothing."  Sam's expression is intense when he finally looks at Castiel.  "We've been good to stay apart until--”

"Springfield," Castiel says.  "My first 'attack'."  He uses air quotes.  

Sam looks back to Dean and Dean gives a short nod.  Sam reaches out and barely touches Dean on the arm and jerks back.  Castiel frowns and looks down at his arm.

"And you didn't think it prudent to inform me of this development?"

Sam and Dean look guilty.  They seem to be forcing their bodies to turn away from one another.

"We didn't think," says Sam, "we needed to involve you.  We were able to resist for a time."

"I mean, I don't want to--"  Dean waves a hand at Sam.  "--every time I bump into him.  The urge was strong, but we muscled through, ya know?"  Dean's look of self loathing was mirrored on Sam's face.

"Bobby has been researching."

"And you thought the Angel could not possibly be of help?" Castiel asks angrily.  He sighs, rubbing his forehead.  "How do I figure in?"

"We thought it was just our issue," says Dean, looking away.  "We didn't know--”

"That powder did something to us.  We fight it, like I said the first couple of times we were successful, but since Springfield we can't stop it."  Sam looks green.  "For some reason, it affects you, too.  When did you first feel it?"

"Springfield."  Castiel thinks back and cannot remember any other phantom touches.  "You both have had something wrong, something affecting you, and you didn't think to talk to me?"  Castiel is furious and hurt.

"Dude, how were we gonna ask?" asks Dean angrily, standing and pacing.  "It's bad enough Bobby knows about it."

"I am an Angel, Dean.  I might have been able to cure--"

"Yeah, Cas.  Your mojo has been fading for a while.  Hell, you can barely fly anymore.  You think I want you to waste it on this?"  says Dean, his eyes flaring.

"Dean."  Sam puts a hand on his shoulder before jerking it back.  He steps away to put some space between him and his brother.

Castiel flinches and rolls his own shoulder.  "I'm fine, but you two obviously are not."

Dean slams his hand down on the table.  "Yeah, I am not fucking fine, but I was not about to call to you because I can't stop fucking my bro--"  His eyes went wide and he stood frozen.  He flops down in the chair and rests his head in his hands.

Castiel stares at Dean and looks into Sam's frightened eyes and comprehension spreads.  Whatever powder or dust was, it has compelled them to have non-consensual intercourse with each other.  They feel just as violated.

"This is affecting me, too."  Castiel looks from one to the other.  "When did you figure out you are causing my episodes?"

"I suspected last night."  Sam blushed and looked away.

Dean frowns at Sam.  "Today, when you came into the kitchen and..."  He laughs nervously.  "Why didn't you say something, Sam?"

"Because I didn't have proof."  Sam looks embarrassed.  "It seemed too coincidental that we heard him scream just as we finished last night."  He could not possibly turn a deeper shade of red.

"So you decided to test it today?"  Dean looked harshly at Sam.

"No! and you know it."  Sam turns to him, pointing a finger.  "You started it."  Anger flares in Sam's eyes.  "You know how this works, you touched me."

"Fuck," says Dean and turns away.  "I didn't mean to.  I wasn't thinking.  I just wanted to get your attention.  Shit."

"So neither of you consciously initiate?"

"Hell no!  You think I want to fuck my brother? "  Dean is furious.  "Fucking fairy hexed or cursed us."

"No, Cas.  We have been trying to stay away," says Sam, ashamed.  "It's hard to fight it, even with the minimal touches we have done to demonstrate, the urge is there.  We vow to stay apart, but it's hard to erase something we have been doing our whole lives.  It's instinct to touch, like breathing."

"Hell, we've even tried gloves."  Dean leaned against the wall.  "It doesn't matter if it's skin to skin or through clothes.  Contact is contact."

"The light touches you can fight."  Castiel walks over to them and places two fingers on each of their foreheads.  He concentrates, heals minor ailments, and finds nothing else.  He lowers his hands and frowns.

"I have healed you, but I could not find a curse, hex, or spell.  Touch each other."

Dean looks at Sam and Sam nods.  Dean brushes his fingertips across Sam's arm and Sam does the same.  Both take a step back.

Castiel steps back as well and involuntarily grabs his arms.  "I did nothing to cure this.  I felt those touches."

"Son of a bitch."  Dean paces away but stops.  He turns to look at them.  "What do we do now?"

"You felt both?" Sam asks, curious.

"Correct."

"So not just when I touch Dean?"

"No, I felt both separately."  Castiel tilts his head.  

"He did spew when you did, Sammy."

"Don't be crude, Dean."  Castiel glares.  He turns to Sam.  "What are you thinking, Sam?"

"I thought it may be you were connected to Dean via your bond," Sam says, scratching his head, "but my theory is wrong."

"Then how the hell is he feeling both?"  Dean shakes his head.

"We go to Bobby."  Sam heads towards his bedroom, giving Dean a wide berth, licking his lips.

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