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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Uriel/Dean_Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Uriel_(Supernatural)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-06 Updated: 2014-09-04 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3021
****** Don't Worry Little One ******
by TrickstersGalore
***** Chapter 1 *****
Castiel thinks he’s one of the most messed up angels ever to walk in heaven or
on earth. He knows how the world works and does absolutely nothing but respect
it but the way people treated humans just disgusted him. They were pets to
angels, nothing more, and nothing less. The only difference was that a mere dog
or cat would be loved and cared for in all kinds of ways, but humans? Humans
were some of the most disrespected, mistreated beings on the planet. Of course
the human race hadn’t always lived with angels, it wasn’t until the angels had
fallen that the humans truly met the ultimate species. Bullets didn’t kill
them, you couldn’t fist fight with them. They were practically invisible, only
the angels knowing how their own kind could be killed. Castiel had seen humans
tied up in cages far too small, He’d seen them in such bad conditions that part
of him couldn’t believe that his own kind could be so cruel to the ones they
were made to protect. And that was why, unlike all other angels, Castiel did
not have a pet human. The humans were used for cleaning, cooking, sexual
desires. Anything their angel wanted they had to provide. But Castiel didn’t
want that for any human. He took a vow up in heaven to protect man kind and he
could never ever hurt or treat anything like that.
The bar that currently acquainted Cas was nice-ish. Kind of dark and dingy.
Angels required more than a lot of alcohol to actually get drunk and this was
currently a ‘No Human’ bar. Cas was sat on a bar stool leaning on the wooden
bar that took up most of the space in the room. He had a whiskey glass in his
hand from which he sipped the brown liquid. His black hair was messy and stood
on end a little. Castiel had a well paid job which was where he’d been before
coming to the bar. A boring night to match a boring day. The blueness of his
eyes was focused down looking into the glass in his hand before something
caught Castiel’s ear. Something he wished he hadn’t heard but he did and he
couldn’t stop himself from listening more.
“-He was just squirming and crying. Kept calling me a son of a bitch and I just
couldn’t stop laughing. I fucking destroyed that piece of shit. I’d like to see
any angel who’d want that now, he’s been marked and he’s nothing now. Probably
won’t even last the night.” A low rough voice said. The words were sharp and
cruel in every possible way.
Castiel felt like throwing up. The man was disgusting. How could anyone talk
about another living thing like that. He had half a mind to turn around and
confront the one who had been speaking but he knew that wasn’t wise. Almost all
angels spoke about humans like that and if they all ganged up on him, he would
just disappear. They would kill him but no one would tell, no one would notice.
He’d just be gone forever.
“Dumb human slut. I mean it’s not everyday you get one of their males to
whimper and cry. It was easy enough though. Just grabbed his arms and slammed
him against one of the walls. His pretty little face got a little scratched but
hell if I cared. I just kept fucking that little human bitch. Hes probably
still out there right now. Probably still crying and naked in the street.” What
made it worse was the fact that whoever was saying all this was laughing.
Laughing at the poor innocent human out there.
Castiel downed the rest of his whiskey and slammed the glass down. He turned
around making his tanned trench coat move after him. He stared at the man who
had been talking. Uriel. A man who made Castiel’s vessels skin crawl. He was
repulsive yet strong. Not someone who Cas had the authority to question. He
shook his head and walked out as fast as he could. He had to find this poor
broken human. Had to take care of him and make sure he was okay. Not that the
human would trust him, he was an angel for goodness sake. But he had to try. It
was always worth a try.
Outside wasn’t much different to inside the bar. It was cold and windy, just
like any other October night. The air was thick and a mist was starting to
creep its way into the city, blocking all vision that was more than 10 metres
away. Which really didn’t help Castiel on his search for this human that Uriel
had talked about back in the bar.
Cas searched and searched the human was no where to be found. Maybe Uriel was
wrong, maybe he’d gotten himself up and ran off somewhere before another angel
could find him. He leaned back against a wall and sighed running a hand through
his hair and that’s when he heard it. Crying. Sobbing actually. As though
someone was trying to be as quiet as possible but just couldn’t keep his pain
inside. Castiel wasn’t sure if it would be the human but he had to try right?
He followed the noises and sure enough found a small human man on the ground.
Suddenly Castiel felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to
look at it. It was of darker skin pigments and was larger than his shoulder. He
knew exactly who this was and exactly why they were here.
“Don’t Castiel. You know you shouldn’t help that thing.”
“It’s not a thing Uriel. He’s a human. He deserves respect. He doesn’t deserve
this.”
“You help it. And I’ll kill you. Simple. Make you decision Castiel.”
Cas turned to face Uriel and punched him straight in the jaw. Uriel fell back
but was soon on his feet again. He stared into Castiel’s eyes with both anger
and slight confidence knowing the young angel didn’t have enough experience in
fighting to beat him. He ran toward Castile ready to pull his angel knife and
kill the other.
The human laid on the ground still sobbing. He heard the voice that was hurting
him before. Attacking him. Abusing him. That was the reason he was in the state
that he was currently in. he was almost entirely naked, the remains of clothes
he had were ripped and exposing the parts that clothes were invented to hide.
He was laying on his stomach in an alley like street, something wasn’t right.
Why hadn’t the man with the low voice attacked him yet? He’d been so impatient
before he didn’t seem like the type of angel to waste any time. He risked a
small glance at the voice. He looked up from where his arms were making a wall
for him to hide his face under. He saw fighting. Brutal fighting. Why were they
fighting? The human soon came to the conclusion that it was probably over him.
He was young and could’ve still been trained. A thought that made him sob more.
Suddenly the man with broad shoulders and the low voice went down and another
man stood over him before turning to look at him.
The human felt his heart sink when he felt the angel’s eyes lock on his own. He
tried to curl up, tried to hide himself but it was never going to work. He’d
probably be abused again then killed no doubt. But this angel wasn’t throwing
him around and hurting him in ways no one could imagine. He knelt down beside
him and reached out a hand to which the human cowered away from.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. But we both know other angels will so come on
before they find you.”
The human knew he was right, still he didn’t trust the angel. The fact was, if
he went with him, at least he wouldn’t die on the streets. The human nodded and
sat up slowly wincing from the pain the other angel had left him in. Castiel
took off his trench coat and wrapped it around the human knowing he needed
serious attention and help.
“Come on. You’re safe with me. What’s your name little one?”
“D-Dean. Dean Winchester.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Castiel's apartment was incredible. As a bachelor angel, he'd never had to
spend money on a fancy wedding or on gifts for the one he loved. His time
serving for his father in the wars of heaven and hell meant he'd earned a large
amount of money before the wars were over and he didn't need to fight anymore.
The walls were pure white without a scratch or a mark anywhere. All furniture,
couches, counters, even the glass table, they all were black or at least had
black tint. As soon as you walked in you saw a large room with couches, a tv
and small decorations in the form of pictures and flowers all over. That lead
into a kitchen with only the fanciest of appliances. All in a sleek black
finish.
Castiel helped the young human into his apartment. The blond haired was weak
and hurt and could barely stand on his own. With his arm slung over the angels
shoulder, he was practically carried into the apartment and set down very
gently on the couch. The angel quickly locked the door behind them and knelt
down on the floor next to this wounded soul.
"Are you okay?" Castiel asked softly carding his fingers through the short
dirty blond spikes.
Dean nodded and looked at Castiel. He froze for a second seeing those piercing
blue eyes staring into his own green ones. "M'fine. P-please just...just don't
hurt me. I can't take it." He whispered.
Castiel smiled and shook his head. "I won't hurt you. I'm gonna help you. It's
okay. I promise you're okay with me."
Dean nodded and looked down. He couldn't believe an angel could be so nice.
Especially after what he'd just experienced with another angel. Of course the
dark haired man would want something in return. Something Dean wasn't willing
to give him. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet. 'At least wait until
morning so you're not back on the streets tonight.' He thought to himself.
----
Within an hour Dean was sleeping. In a deep dreaming state. Castiel was in the
kitchen. He rarely ate himself but he enjoyed the odd lasagne every now and
again. He had a cook book, one his friend Balthazar had bought him once as a
joke.
"You need a human. And you gotta feed it. Otherwise it'll run away."
Castiel had thought it was funny at the time but for a long while it was just a
dust collector on his shelf. He had out now though. He was making some pie, the
easiest thing to make in this book.
Once the pie was cooked through Castiel took it out of the oven and set it down
on the counter. He looked out of the window to make sure no one knew he was
harbouring a human in his home.
He walked over to the couch and slowly pushed Dean's shoulders. "Umm human?
Wake up please?" He asked softly.
Dean stirred and slowly opened his eyes. "W-What? Do I need to uhh...repay you?
Because I-I didn't realise you, wanted that from me." He whispered looking
around a little panicked.
Cas frowned and shook his head fast. "I don't want repaying. I made you food. I
know you humans need food so I made you some." He said softly. "Do you like
apple pie? That was all I had ingredients for."
Dean looked at him a little shocked. He didn't want to be repaid. Then why was
he being so nice? But when the angel mentioned pie Dean sat up fast. "I like
pie. I really like pie. You made me a pie?" He asked fast trying to not seem as
eager as he truly was.
Cas nodded and helped Dean over to the glass table in the kitchen. He sat him
on a chair gently and set the pie down in front of him. "I hope you like it. I
don't cook often. I've never made pie. I wanted to make sure you didn't die
tonight." He said softly. Subconsciously, Castiel knew that he wanted to make
sure he could help a human survive. He wanted to know he could take care of a
human just incase he found one that he wanted as a partner.
Dean chuckled a little at the bluntness of Castiel's words and took a bite
smiling at the taste. "It's really good. I could eat tons of this."
Castiel giggled and watched Dean. He was mesmerising. Beautiful in all
respects. But Cas wasn't about to ask for anything sexual. He just wasn't
interested in that. Or so he thought.
"So I was thinking, how about you have a bath and get yourself clean. You're a
little dirty and smelly." He giggled looking into Dean's eyes. "Then while
you're bathing I'll buy you some clothes. You're too big for my clothes. Then
you can sleep in my bed tonight. You know if you want? Or you could borrow some
of my baggy clothes for tonight and then we could buy more clothes for you
tomorrow?" He suggested.
Dean nodded and smiled softly. This angel truly was very kind and sweet. But
the pie was incredible and Dean couldn't really focus on much else. "I'll umm
I'll just borrow your clothes if that's okay? I umm I feel a little unsafe in
here without you around." He admitted blushing a little. This made Castiel
smile widely and nod.
"Of course. That's fine. I'll protect you. I promise I will."
Castiel left Dean to eat his pie. He didn't want to stay there staring at the
human while he ate, it could make him uncomfortable and want to leave. Instead,
he walked into the only bathroom in his apartment. It only had one bedroom with
an en suite bathroom. Castiel, ran the bath filling it with bubbles and soaps
he hadn't used before. Leaving the bath water to run, he walked into his
bedroom and found some old baggy clothes for Dean to wear. He set them out on
the bed. It was only a black v neck t shirt and some grey sweat pants but Cas
didn't have much else. He took off his own trench coat, suit jacket and shoes.
While checking the bath water Cas heard small footsteps behind him. He turned
and saw Dean standing there innocently looking at him. He smiled and turned off
the water.
"It's all ready for you. I put some soap stuff in. Thought it would be nicer
for you. And there's clothes out when you're finished. Towels are in the
cabinet. Just you know, take your time and stuff." He said softly walking past
Dean. He smiled and flattened down his tie on his shirt.
Dean got into the bath once Castiel was out of the room and instantly relaxed.
Closing his eyes and letting the aroma of the soaps collide together in his
nose, Dean sighed. Was this all real? Was this happening? He didn't know.
---
After about an hour Dean emerged from the bedroom door. He was clean and
gorgeous. He smelled amazing and looked just fine in the clothes Castiel had
laid out for him. He padded over to Cas slowly and sat down on the floor. He
was a human. He was of lower social class. He wasn't allowed on the couch with
Cas, he knew that. Castiel however, frowned and shook his head. He took hold of
Dean's hand and pulled him up onto the couch with him.
"I don't know what you think I'm gonna treat you like. But I wish you'd forget
it. I'm not mean." He said seriously before going back to his book.
Dean smiled a little and leaned over Cas' lap slowly. He pressed one single,
very gentle kiss to his cheek before curling up on the couch. Castiel smiled
subtly and read his book.
"Thank you." Castiel heard. It was only a whisper, but Dean's voice was
innocent and grateful.
Cas turned to look at Dean after a little while and sighed. "Okay time for
bed." He stopped after he said it though. Dean was fast asleep. Curled up as
though he'd freeze if he didn't. It made Cas wonder what kind of life Dean had
had before he'd been picked up by Cas. The angel stood and picked Dean up in
his arms. He sighed happily as the human curled into him and held onto his tie,
he set him down in the bed and dean jumped awake. He started panicking and
grabbed onto Cas' shirt tightly. Cas' eyes widened as he was pulled down onto
the bed with Dean. He wrapped his arms around the human and started carding his
fingers through the short blond spikes again.
"No! No please! Please I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me!" He begged
breathlessly. "I'll do whatever I need to. I'll leave. I don't care. Please
please just don't....don't rape me." He put up an arm as a sign of submission
and defence. Castiel shook his head and hugged Dean gently yet tightly, making
sure he knew he was safe.
Dean calmed reasonably quickly. With lots of whispered "shhh it's okay" and
"hey hey calm down. It's okay. I'm here." Castiel would've happily slept like
that. His arms around Dean in a protective manner, but no. He couldn't. He
wasn't doing all of this to gain ownership of this human. He was just being
kind. So he slowly pulled away and Dean was already asleep again so there was
no argument. Cas grabbed some pyjamas and walked into the living room. He
changed quickly and laid on the couch pulling a thick black blanket over
himself. That was where he'd rest tonight and he was just fine with that.
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