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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Benny_Lafitte/Samandriel, past_Dean_Winchester/
      Other(s)
  Character:
      Samandriel_(Supernatural), Dean_Winchester, Castiel_(Supernatural), Sam
      Winchester, Benny_Lafitte, Gabriel_(Supernatural), Adam_Milligan
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      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Dean, Human_Castiel, Selectively_Mute
      Castiel, Protective_Dean_Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Mating, Knotting,
      Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, weretiguar_dean_winchester, Alternate_Universe_-
      Werecreatures, I_actually_can't_remember_if_Gabriel_was_supposed_to_be
      with_Sam_or_Michael_and_Lucifer_in_this_fic, so_i_took_off_the_Sabriel
      tag_because_I_REALLY_CAN'T_REMEMBER_GAWH
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      Published: 2014-07-06 Updated: 2016-08-22 Chapters: 20/? Words: 15831
****** Soft Spoken ******
by littlemisskiara
Summary
     Castiel's a human sold into the Garrison Cult.
     Dean's an alpha were born and raised in the mountain village.
     And alphas don't take kindly to anyone harming their mates.
      
     *Abandoned*
Notes
     So, I'm sorry, but this is set in my own world which I write all my
     own stories in and I use a different form of gender/sex pronouns for
     my characters. A person's gender is based off of their sex (whether
     they can sire or bear young) and their nature (dominant or
     submissive). I had an entire list up here earlier but the only ones
     you really need are basically the following and He/She:
     SUBMISSIVE SIRES:
     Sadəsikari
     Ne; Ne laughed; I called nem; nir eyes gleam; that is nirs; ne likes
     nemself.
     GENDERLESS:
     Ephephile
     It; it laughed; I called it; its eyes gleam; that is its; it likes
     itself
     UNKNOWN GENDER:
     Caomhnaigh
     Xe; Xe laughed; I called xem; xyr eyes gleam; that is xyrs; xe likes
     xemself.
     If I have a portion with a different gender-pronoun I will add it to
     that chapter's notes.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
Castiel
 
Mother Naomi and Father Metatron were gone for the month. Went off to the
Compound in the North for a trade and left Brother Raphael in charge of this
one.
The Compound's resident black-haired sadəsikari, Castiel knew ne only had a few
hours yet till perimeter and store checks were complete and the elder males
would be coming for nem.
They always came for nem.
Ne'd watched Raphael take the A twins, Alastair and Azazel, along with Uriel
and Zachariah along with him for the checks. The more hands, the faster it'll
be done and they can use those hands for less . . . savory antics. They've left
the young male and the Compound's only three young females to enjoy themselves.
Castiel knew ne had to make the most of nir time.
Heading down to the creek by the northern wall ne bathes in the luxurious
sunshine. This Spring is new and has been hit by numerous showers already but
today is crystal clear and humid.
The creek's only about four feet wide and less than a foot deep and the water
is cool and sweet, flowing down from the slowly-melting-ice-capped-mountain-
tops and invading their Compound as a welcome visitor. Between the creek and
the Northern Wall is about twelve feet of warm soft grass, with an allowance of
the grass' lazy flower cousins asleep in their bed.
Laying down gently, paying special mind to each bruise and scrape and cut a-
plethora upon nir body, Castiel lays down in the decadent grassland.
Breathing in-out-in-out in a mantra of calm, ne drifts silently with the clouds
till a soft tickle not-unlike-grass but not-grass tickles nir nose and nir eyes
drift open once again.
Wide, stormy blue eyes are staring at nem.
A huge, brilliant smile lights up the sadəsikari's face.
A small blond fuzzy lop sits no more than an inch in front of nir face. One of
its ears is flopped forward and twitches against nir nose in time with its
triangular button nose's curious sniffs.
“I did not know bunnies could have blue eyes.” Castiel murmurs. “Not that I
have seen many of you little ones.” Ne adds, tentatively reaching up a hand,
gauging the ball of fur's reaction. Other than a slight twitch of the ears, xe
doesn't react in the slightest, just anticipates the petting that awaits xyr.
And what a petting it is.
“I haven't spoken in months . . .” The human murmurs and the bunny's ears
twitch as if truly listening, eyes intent upon Castiel's. “Humans are . . .
frightening.” Ne ends with shame clouding his eyes, a glance across the creek,
watching for any movement, before returning nir attention to nir rabbit friend.
With a short hop forward the bunny's wet nose is twitching against nir own and
ne's giggling like a schoolchild with a candydrop. “Thank you, little blond.”
“Chatte!” A voice of booming magnitude that Castiel would recognize a thousand
miles away, that would put terror in nir heart until ne would die from an
attack, wounds the day. Slashing into nir tedious happiness with a machete and
causing that shame in the sadəsikari's eyes to flash into dread.
 “Goodbye, little one.” The human's voice is barely above a murmur, sadness and
fear infused within it. “I hope to see you again.”
 
 
Samandriel
 
Samandriel went back to the human compound everyday.
 Some days the black-haired sadəsikari – and he knew the human was what the
humans called a sadəsikari, he could smell it, and if the male ever was turned
ne'd present as Omega like himself – was there and other days ne wasn't. Some
days ne would be very talkative and active to the bunnywere and others ne'd
just pet him and pet him and pet him in a therapeutic manner over and over
lulling him with ease. And some days Samandriel could see bruises on nir skin,
flowering or disappearing or just stagnant for days. Each time he would see a
bruise he would brush closer, play more, be the cutest little bunny he could be
to the human whom he could see just wanted a companion whom wouldn't slap nem
or gods know what else – and believe him he could smell what else and it turned
his stomach to mud.
Then the bunnywere would return to his own home, a village hidden up in the
mountains miles to the north of the humans'. And after a thorough bathing he
would tell his kin about the humans, their food supply, how many there were,
everything necessary for his report.
And every day he would report that no, they hadn't discovered them yet.
This went on for three months.
On again off again seeing the human. On again off again seeing the bruises.
Every time Samandriel returns to the village after seeing the bruises upon the
human's skin he goes to his closest familial alpha and curls up in them,
bathing in their calming pheromones and soaking in the fact that they would
never hurt me.
But ne's being hurt.
The bunnywere can't help thinking morosely, every night before he goes to bed,
calm and collected and safe with his kin. But ne's not.
And that's not alright with him.
I'll do something. I will .
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     So, I changed Dean from a werewolf to a weretiguar (tiger/jaguar) for
     multiple reasons which will be dealt with later. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel
 
Alastair was the worst of them. When he came to call on nem he wouldn't stop
for hours, passing the chatte around like cattel. Hurting nem and pushing nem
till ne was pulled under the blackness again, passing out with hips slamming
against nem hard and fast or slow and steady with bruising fingers, and with
thick or long or short or stout shafts pulling and splitting and hurting within
him. The variety within such a small group, such a meager Compound, surprised
the sadəsikari at first but now nothing could ever surprise nem again.
Ne's felt and seen every mix-and-match a male could offer.
Could force.
But Alastair was energetic this morning. He came a-knocking at dawn, forced nem
from nir bed with new bruises on nir arms and a cast of seedy Angels bent on
keeping the peace. Taking out their frustrations, their anger and tension and
their build-up out on the resident hole so that they don't blow up on their
fellow Angels and cause an unnecessary ruckus.
No. They're simply going to turn nem black and blue from dawn till dusk.
Day in, day out.
Since ne turned eight years old.
That was over seven years ago.
 
 
Samandriel
 
They don't hunt close to the Compound, ever, but today something feels . . .
wrong. More wrong than Samandriel's ever felt. He awoke that morning panting,
ears sprouted tall and perked in fear, eyes wide and frightened. When he'd
emerged from his burrow he went straight to the Old Oak, where the young meet
before a hunt-and-gather.
Standing among his kin, he felt out of place. Out of body – in either human or
bunny – and antsy.
Something's wrong. His body warns again.
Just as the hunters turned to the East, going to hunt elk in the meadows,
Samandriel squeaks, gets their attention. He may be a gatherer today, but he
can still persuade a change in scenery.
“There are bear and boar near The Compound. I wish to make pork for breakfast
this week's end.” His voice is clear and carries, catching the alpha hunters'
attentions. After a short deliberation, they take his advice and move South
instead.
Please let everything be alright.
 
 
Dean
 
 The young weres were out hunting. Well, they were supposed to be hunting. Does
it count if they're just wrestling bears? Maybe that's considered playing with
their food.
The carcass of a bear is draped over Benny's right shoulder – “Is that
considered cannibalism?” “Watch it, Gabe.” – when the scent hits Dean. Through
the blanket of trees, the dark, salty, bitter and metallic scent of blood and
distress pervades. But more than that, what slams into him like a sledge is the
scent base of warmth and home and . . . and mate.
  Wounded and distressed    mate   .
  Dean's entire world boils down to that scent, infusing his veins and boiling
his blood and capturing a cacophony of sound released in the form of a roar.
The alpha's eyes sparking red as he shifts part-way, ignoring the calls of his
kin and surging through the brush.
 Mateprotectmatehurtprotectprotectprotect
  Logical thought is gone and instinct has taken over as their hunting grounds
get further and further behind him, the scent of his mate's blood getting
thicker and richer and denser the closer to the human's Compound he gets and
he doesn't care   .
  Living and breathing in a nice, sweet community, Dean'd only heard horror
stories of the outside world. But the scene he slams into at the forest's edge
has reality punching him in the gut.
  His vision is red.
  Blood is    pounding    in his ears and his eyes are seeing red red    red
.
  Fury.
 Murderous   . That's the emotion that surfaces and Dean doesn't even attempt
to tamp it down. Let's it boil and overflow and    explode   .
Chapter End Notes
     I don't really like this but I do at the same time
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     The word Ägardravec can be found in this and foreseeable chapters but
     their pronouns are the same as what we use for "males".
     DOMINANT SIRES:
     Ägardravec
     He; He laughed; I called him; his eyes gleam; that is his; he likes
     himself
     So no confusion
Castiel
 
Castiel's been stuffed, pounded, beaten asleep and awake and between life and
death countless times, but today is different. Alastair'd led them to the
clearing just outside the North Wall, handing nem over before strolling back to
the Compound, awaiting his turn with a skip in his step and a whistle on his
tongue. Ne can see the creek just sneaking around the bend in the trees till
it's flowing freely through the hole in the wall, where it will soon bypass the
grassland that has become the sadəsikari's favorite place in a very short time.
It's serene and tranquil and safe.
This place here is not nir favorite place.
It's hell.
Nir knees and hands ache and scrape and bleed into the grass and dirt. Nir
mouth and after are stretched thrice their capacity, the skin burning and
slicing where the Angels' cocksbreach nem. Too many.
Nir holes are slick with spit and blood and cum, nir cheeks drenched in tears
and body positively leaking. Sweat of every origin swamping nir skin.
Weak arms wobble but the young male's hefted up by imprisoning arms wrapped
tight round nir waist, hands bruising in nir hair and hips and cock. Nir trying
hard just to stay awake. The pain is so intense and full and real that nir
petite body is overwhelmed with it.
Before the sadəsikari can welcome the black empty a commotion disturbs the
Angels' play. Glancing to the side nothing short of a rampaging bull is tearing
from the trees. Attacking in vicious clarity, an ägardravec to put nirs to
shame.
Red eyes.
Red fangs as they tear out Zachariah's throat.
Searing emptiness in every orifice. Thank you. As the blackness overwhelms the
red.
                                        
 
Dean
 
 There is a civil and there is a wild nature to every were. Every day is a
battle for dominance between the two, a tedious agreement.
  There is no civility left in the alpha now.
  Pure, animal rage won the second he reached the source of his mate's scent.
 Protectprotectprotect.
  Killkillkillkillkill.
  Slaughter would be a more appropriate word for the damage the tiguarwere
commits.
  Seeing his mate, on nir hands and knees, blood overflowing from tip to toe
and being rutted into an overstuffed body reduced to nothing but sobs and fat,
salty tears streaming freely and screaming unendingly around a conglomeration
of rotten flesh . . . He loses himself to the red. The two      ägar
dravec     overfilling his sadəsikari's mouth, splitting nir lips and bathing
nir tongue in    rot   , are the first to the sacrifice, claws shredding
throats as panic ensues. One beneath nir flushed form, cock stuffed into the
black-haired human's hollow, teeth clamped down on a perk rosebud, stops
breathing in fear under the sudden bath of blood.
  Adjoined in his mate's slit, a plump      ägar      dravec's invasion ceases,
abrupt and terrified, the prop once held tight in his hand, insisting entrance
beside himself in the already thrice overfilled hole, plummets. A second prop,
blood coating thick and oozing, is peaking from between the neighbored cocks,
so at home in the stolen warmth.
   Demanding ne fit four inside a place that barely fits      one     .
   Only succeeding in ripping and tearing and      bleeding     .
   The delicate body they inhabit shaking uncontrollably from their intrusions.
   Exsanguination is the only befitting punishment Dean's tiguar can conjure.
    The last and final of his human prey – having been caught and interrupted
stroking himself with one hand to the sight of his mate being pounded and
violated and controlled, as with the other he dealt slaps while his human teeth
bit and severed, leaving red trails of freshly broken skin in his wake, red and
puckering – attempted to flee the were's ambush.
  All except the first are forced to watch and to feel and to fear beneath the
were's wrath, incapable of escape.
 Only a streak of flesh and a flash of fangs, claws, each a prey under the
striking were's rage, torn away from the sanctuary of the sadəsikari's body.
Thrown into the trees and pummeled, torn apart, shredded to the symphony of
Dean's snarls and thunders.
 He's lost to the wild now, no more than fur and tail and daggers as he
eradicates .
***** Chapter 4 *****
Gabriel
 
Dean rushes off in a blaze, scent thickening with rage before he veritably
disapparates, startling his packmates. Sam and Gabriel exchange a look, Benny
and them dropping their haul before following close behind their lead alpha.
Not slowing till they enter upon the carnage . . . just as Dean tear's off an
unknown ägardravec's head. The second killed, judging by the larynx and throat
overflowing from another's neck, fallen sideways before the prone form of a
desolated sadəsikari.
     Dean's intended rescue, undoubtedly.
     With a bounce like a ball, the frenzied alpha kicks the playful flesh into
the brush as the remaining humans either flee or petrify. The escapist doesn't
get far before Dean's returned his attention to them all, a vicious smile
turning his lips, bloodthirsty and excited at the prospect of ripping their
flesh from bone.
     Only wild alive in the were now.
     While Sammy and Benny's civilities dissipates, capturing the escapee,
turning violent alongside their kin, the smallest alpha's attentions set upon
the endangered sub.
     Unconscious and, and         dying        .
   No        .
Nir body is pliant and lifeless and gushing blood from too many places. The
were is hauling nir up before he can take stock of the entire situation, his
fox remembering how the wolves rescued him and doing the same because ne needs
a healer. Stat.
The submissive alpha doesn't recite the carnage as he flees back into the
forest, allowing his fox in control just enough to guide him, clutching tight
the infinitesimally smaller human to his chest. He's listening intently to the
labored breaths, fear infusing his veins when the sadəsikari's breathing
shallows, nearly imperceptible, pace of feet slapping ground picking up
anxiously, verily flying through the wood.
When the scents of woodfire and roasting meats assaults his senses Gabriel
knows he's close, but even the wonderful scents cannot overpower the scent of
the human cradled in his arms. Nir scent is thick and permeates the air in reds
and blues and purples, terror and resignation and pain, and to a lesser extent
relief.
Suffering at its sweetest.
Upon reach of the forest's edge, the barrier between nature and kin, alarm
barks blare from the were's lips in instinct, repeatedly and urgently, panic
infusing the sound.
“Ellen!” Gabriel screeches, his voice going staticky without remorse, thoughts
focused on the body quickly chilling in his arms. Shaking and not as strong as
the other alphas, he makes up for it with determination; carrying the black-
haired victim, not much smaller than he, an adrenaline induced miracle. The
pack members herd in a rush to him, the healer there in a flash, Ellen's face
calm and collected, eyes glinted with fury and questions left for later. Now
she needs to pay only her attentions to the fox and the sadəsikari limp in his
hold.
Falling to his knees at the sight of the pack-reinforcements, panting as he
lays nem down, Gabriel checks nir pulse. Thready, unstable.
No.
Gabriel relays what happened in a quick, warrior staccato.
Dean fled the hunt.
Blood on the wind – thick with fear and distress.
The tiguar's rage a dance of severance and mortality.
The massacre.
 All culminating in Gabriel's theft and ending there, with the healer
working feverishly over the sadəsikari's wounds.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ellen
 
 A healer her entire life, Ellen's never before been privy to such pain and
suffering as that of the sadəsikari's before her now. Gabriel's recountings of
the damage dealt nem – of which he witnessed only very briefly before Dean'd
decimated the      ägar      dravecs responsible – are heinous, nauseating, and
vile. The visions and proof turning the weredoe's stomach to mud as she wipes
away blood, finding new sources and old, looking for the worst of them and
still finding more and more and more.
  Damnit     !
 She wants to scream as she commands Gabriel to put pressure on a bite wound on
the human's back, steadily bleeding the entire journey from epicenter to
village.
 Streams of bodily fluids both foreign and native are leaking from every hole
of nir body and Ellen is getting angrier and angrier with every swipe of salve,
every pant of breath, every whimper of pain from nem.
   If she were a stag, with antlers tall and proud and      strong      she
wouldn't hesitate to pierce the other humans' hearts. Ram them up and into the
forest wall, tear their flesh and stomp their chests with hooves and bones of
great steel.
   But she doesn't have to. Her son will do it and he'll do it with passion,
with      glee      because there's no doubt in her mind that they harmed what
should      never      be harmed.
  Slaughter them, Dean.
 
 
Samandriel
 
I knew something was wrong. I knew it I knew it I knew it!
Samandriel's mind is on repeat, his body on autopilot, hollow and lifeless as
he watches Gabriel burst through the treeline, his human-friend unconscious in
his arms.
No, not just unconscious . . . dying.
I knew something was wrong.
He barely registers the departures of Adam, Lucifer, and Michael – the alphas
intent on finding the source of the wreckage.
The bunny's mind is narrowed onto this moment, this sight as Ellen administers
pain-suppressants and healing salves, fingers flying and so confident he's
never once doubted her before. This isn't before. And he's starting to doubt.
I knew something was wrong.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry, this is SUPER short for a reason. We'll have more Ellen later
     . . . most likely.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     i warn you that this might be shit
Dean
 
 Dean's rampage doesn't end until there are four sets of restraining paws upon
him. Bars holding him prisoner as he stands proud over a pile of what was once
a human body, now nothing more than ground up flesh and broken bone, pink-ish
cream-color and brilliant reds enough to feast for days.
The other four had been just as lucky.
  Limbs hang from branches, disjoined eyes and phalanges litter the forest
floor and hair blankets around their feet like feathers molted fresh from a
bird, split and bloodied at the ends from where the tiguar tore the strands
from doomed heads.
  Under his body is a concaved skull, partially-morphed foot deep inside a
brain now nothing more than the mush you'd feed a babe. Pieces of skull fall
away and into the fatal wound – well, the kill shot. That particular      ägar
dravec would have died anyway, having been halved at the waist, it was only a
matter of time. The rotten flesh with which the      unfortunate      ägar
dravecs had used to trespass upon his mate had been skinned, pulses still
beating, and bled-dry from the most of them. The circumcized sheaths shoved
down their throats before their screaming ceased.
 Music to the alpha's ears, while it lasted.
   But now Dean is being tugged away, restrained, pulled back from the wild by
the comforting scents of his brothers. Sammy and Benny are still with him, but
now so are Adam and Michael, holding him and stroking his sides, petting his
hair and calming him, lulling the civility back into place. They make a point
of allowing him to bask in the carnage he dealt, let him see and understand
that      yes, they're dead. You did well, it's over.      Lucifer is walking
through and between the numerous dead, an appreciative humm in his throat,
wading through the swamp of sanguis, dislodging pieces here and there so that
he can see the full masterpiece of the were's work. Once done he turns his
attentions to the young maestro.
   “Gabriel got the sadəsikari to the village safely,” Dean's full attention
snaps onto Lucifer, uncaring for the cooling life at his feet at the mention of
his mate, absorbing every word and listening      intently     . “Ne's in
Ellen's care.”
 A snarl is the only answer the wolf gets before Dean's shifted and gone again.
 
 
Castiel
 
Screaming doesn't cut it. Doesn't even make a dent in the sound barrier
compared to the throat skinning, soul-piercing outcry that erupts from
Castiel's mouth when ne awakens to hands upon nem. Soft, gentle, foreign hands,
but hands none the less.
 Thrashing; attacking the ägardravec from nir memories: the recent and the
past.
 Zachariah, Azazel, Uriel, Bartholomew, Christian.
 The meadow-blooders. The ones who took too much and went too far and, and . .
. I should have died. Is the first coherent thought in nir mind. Not a thought
that calms, rationalizes, nor awakens nem to the reality of safe. But a thought
that fans the flames of fight.
 Fear antagonized by the recognition of death.
 Castiel had – for the longest time – thought that when ne'd see the cloak and
scythe ne'd welcome Death, but now, having been at its doorstep, all ne can
think, see, is red eyes, red fangs and ne wants to stay, live, run from Death
and kick at the gates.
 But the tar of nir memories are toxin, pulling nem down into the muck, feet
caught in the binder and being dragged down by flesh. Drowning in sanguen and
seed, each time ne opens up to take a breath, to fight at the rope and reach
flight, another gust lets out, till its dizzy and its suffocating, involuntary
et immortal.
 
 
 
Ellen
 
When the sadəsikari awakes a few hours after Gabriel's rescue of the poor-babe,
Ellen could swear nir screams reach the atmosphere and reverberate back through
the surf into the sea's darkest depths.
 Ne's thrashing and terrified. .. ne's also, quite . . . helpless.
 Where is Dean?
 The arms and legs kicking and pushing and fighting against the weres are weak,
an effortless task to combat their wailing, but they don't. Using force against
such a muscle-deficient, malnourished, tortured cub would be detrimental;
counter-productive. Ellen calls them off, tells her helpers to stand-down, but
to watch nem raptly, take-in nir actions, gauge them and map them and then
focus on helping from afar. The doe – and really every one else in the village
– knows without a doubt that they cannot help nem like this. They can revive
nem and keep nem physically alive, but everything else, that's the
responsibility of a certain tiguar whose late.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'll have the next few chapters up soon, the next 3 just need to be
     edited. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean
 
Dean is running, brothers on his tail, deserting the massacre for the pursuing
purgers; so intent on returning to his mate. Lifeblood soaking skin, a red mask
seeping panic. A heady perfume, the lingering scents of the dead invigorating
the wild, empowering him with a reverent air. He's only half reground when he
receives the screams.
A banshee's wail more powerful than Death.
Protectprotectprotect
Sound and sight narrow to pinprick, his beloved      sadəsikari the only
thought in the tiguar's mind.
   Fastermateprotectfaster
 As the trees wane his kin appear as ghosts in his peripheral. Chasing the
sound and scent of relief and fear and blood and seed, dulled butgibbously
heavy and thick. An encore of bared fangs and slicing nettles answers as from
anima to animal the wildling laments his short career as executioner. Desiring
the reanimation of the decedents and the joining of them to the side of Tityos,
a punishment bereft. The cooling wine on his hands not enough as the decadent
scent ebbs too soon. Yearning to see again the light slacken from their eyes,
to harken their delicious screams and pleas for mercy more succinctly and
savorously than he'd had the pleasure of before.
 None now can be done.
 The hospice comes upon him like a landslide, the scent a crash and the sound a
flood. With a roar in reply the tiguar barrels through the entry, all cardinal
spheres and keen sceptres as he comes face to face with cyanide eyes. Beacons
clearer than the second star, the only lanterns gleaming through the wild's
sanguine haze.
     Those crystal eyes pop as his mate's wails die off. And with a sudden
inhalation the sound blips, ending with a quiver of lips and a widening of eyes
and tears sprouting and unadulterated         terror         upon his mate's
face. Scent twisting and souring as despair grips nem.
 
 
Castiel
 
A ruckus at the entry has the sadəsikari turned banshee's attention wrenched
round with a snap and a mouthful shut. Through the openway the impetuous
arrival of an incarnadine sire leaves nem catatonic, more tears spilling over
as nir body trembles.
Ne had believed before the day that ne'd seen the most terrifying sires
feasible.
An erroneous belief.
This sire was bloodied and strong, thick with muscle and long of dagger, tan
and dark and red.
Lips aquiver, Castiel's body curls in upon itself, tears delugetory as ne
swallows nir sobs.
Better the devil you know than the devil you don't. This devil ne doesn't know,
and that strickens nem more than anything.
 
 
 
Dean
 
The rank of petrifactionis paralyzing, snapping the dazéd tiguar rapidly from
his blood-raged smog; awareness dropping like acid on his tongue, sick filling
his gut at what he must appear to be in front of his terrorized mate. Putting
his hands up in a placating gesture, the penitentwere falls to his knees in
supplication.
From the corner of his eye Dean witnesses Ellen and her allaita* bow out,
allowing the alpha alone with his newly found mate in a bid to bond and to
tackle the delicate task of calming nem.
Mate. The word won't stop racing through his mind as he catches eyes with his
sadəsikari again.
matematemateprotectprotectprotect
“Hello,” Dean endeavours; voice soothing, gentle as its autogenetic dominance
is forfeited, palms up-ended in surrender and knees falling to ground in
supplication. The wounded's silence perseveres – its end out-of-sight – as
those celestials anchor the tiguar's spring gaze upon frozen human limbs dotted
with wales and swells; a perfect split in those dry petals has Dean's wild
rearing back its head in a vengeant encore. The timorous babe's tears pour
rapidly like a river undammed, that bottom lip wobbling and body trembling in
fear. Body still crooked into a protective ball.
Ne's gaze refuses to let the were out of his sights, drowned skies intent.
“I'm Dean.” The tiguar eventually extends. His voice is subdued as he's forces
his body to laze; for vengeance to take a backseat for a time.
The sadəsikari doesn't return his words. Doesn't even entertain the thought.
“I won't hurt you.” He recites lamely, all alpha strength and confidence gone,
left only protective and loving instincts as he gently shuffles forward.
Proffering his hand as if to a skittish wild whom one yearns to cradle and
carry home and feed and love and nurture and tend to.To care for. And that's
exactly what he wants.
 He craves to cosset and enfold his mate in his warmth, his fur, his tail, his
purr  and his  scent . Claim him and protect him from saints and monsters
alike, rip open the chests and divest the tails and claws of  any  unfortunate
enough to choose  his mate  as target. If he could bathe and drown them all in
their own blood as he exhumes of them their inner workings with precision and
evisceration; he'd punish them all in a heartbeat. The thought of taking up the
mantle of executioner again bringing a weight of anticipation into his heart
and lungs because  soon  he'll push  them all  through Death's door. He can
feel it, the     ägardravecs he'd already deigned to slay were just the start,
a number of sustaining rottens still tearing at the lifestrings within his
mate's veins. His wild is       roaring       for the fresh slaughter.
Suddenly, unwarningly, those tears falter, the look on his mate's face
shifting.
The flicked-switch is a bucket of icewater over his head, the dream of blood
abruptly now a cooled fog, clinging and awarding a sense of dewwed respite no
doubt a mislay, yet the tiguar will take whatever blessings the angel's may
lay.
 
 
                                        
Castiel
 
Castiel cocks nir skull, making a show of nir inquest of the beastly sire for
still a moment, then those cyanide eyes widen, lips part on a gasp of
recognition as a slice of a memory replays in nir mind.
The red eyes.
The red fangs that tore out Zachariah's throat.
Killer.
Slaughterer.
Savior.
This sire before nem as he burst through the brush with a rage as he charged
and ripped away the rotted from nir hollowed husk. Those ägardravec, dead.
Zachariah, Azazel, Uriel, Bartholomew, Christian. Ne recalls the immaculate
hatred and fire that permeated those eyes – now pleading before nem – when he
tore at their flesh, the last sight aborn witness before ne blacked out.
 
 
Dean
 
With the memory's recovery, a wave of relief washes over Castiel that bathes
Dean in a lullabye-scent, nir body loosening ever so slightly. Ne continues
heeding Dean with a survivalist's intent as the were shuffles closer, a
lingering hesitance of nir reactions.
Upon reach of the pallet's edge, the sadəsikari has yet to cringe away, howbeit
persisting his guard with far-reaching eyes, slight ware and full wards. The
tiguar stands then and the human tracks the movement raptly, eyes refusing to
flee Dean's.
Subsequent some scarce seconds of staring, Dean acts upon a split-second
decision, plopping down on the pallet's berm with a shy, tentative air. Afraid
he'll startle his skittish mate back to base one.
The black-haired-sire tugs nir knees in tighter but no other reaction does Dean
emit, blue eyes enduringly alert upon him.
“Hi,” Dean recites, murmuring soft, fishing for a response, but a nod is his
only gain.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     *allaita is gonna be synonymous with nurses in this story. :)
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean
 
Dean stays beside the still skittish sadəsikari for hours, speaking lowly and
hoping with each syllable that ne will respond. Only blue eyes wide with stale
fear answer him, though. After hours, he still hasn't given up, even when the
human has slumped pitifully into the haybed cot. Back welded to the den wall,
body curved in a protective ball and eyes still trained upon him, the tiguar
can see the battle between survival and sleep raging within his mate.
 Words ebbing away in a trickling stream, Dean falls silent.
 Emitting a subtle whistle into the bright emptiness, he awaits the comforting
doe.
 Ellen trods through the entry on soft feet, grace of her kind glowing through
her every movement.
 But when Dean thinks that she'll take his place at the harmed's side she
simply glances at the human, eyes calculating and simple before she leaves
again. Leaving Dean confused and uncertain as he looks back to his mate – whose
blue eyes are bleary, weary, and soft pink lips are parted. Bruises and cuts
paint nir body. Each one conjuring a new seed of hate within the wild's gut.
   “    What does it mean, sweetheart, when Wells says: I could have forgiven
him a little even had his motive been hate. But he was so irresponsible, so
utterly careless.”
   “Let he    be forgiven for hate, but not for irresponsibility.” Dean had
replied to his mother as she poured over   The Island of Doctor Moreau  – the
tomb ancient, pages splitting, Sam, listening from his nest, lifted on chubby
legs, a gummy smile as he listened to the tale.
The young were's mind replays the simple memory with no request and reminisce-
scents ghost over his senses ere being restored anew with the whafts of human,
mate and fear in his here and now. Wells would not forgive him if he wronged to
shield his mate anon, if he were careless and irresponsible, and neither would
the tiguar, wild or wise alike.
 
 
 
Ellen
 
Not ten feet from the den, Ellen guarded, awaiting her cue to return to the
hurt human's view. At some point she stripped and morphed, curling as wild
within the soft pelt of grass, dew a pleasant refresher in the warm spring sun.
The alfalfa lopsy bounded into her side after only a few sunbeats and there
they lay curled up together in rest.
 Ellen knew that the young bun was feaful, known to the human, and – quite
frankly – loving of nem.
 She'd been informed of his intervention of the hunt, but it'd been in quick
passing and full disclosure never attained. The forest elk was content to wait.
 One crinose* at a time.
 After what felt like forever, a whistle carries from the den wind, her head
lifting with perked ears, perfectly still. Yet even in hesitation she knows it
wasnt a wrongful sound. Morphing then and there she pets the jackdoe softly on
the auriculae as she stands, wrestling her clothes smoothly back on in replace
of hide.
A twist churns in her gut even in the crisp air, the day's pulchritudinous
nature belying its lenient comeuppence upon the Garrison, as she takes serial
steps forward, the twist then dispursing into her nervous system as a sense of
wrong at entering the den and witnessing the mates apart within. The human near
asleep and curled upon nemself while her son remains eleemosynarially apart
from nem. She cannot understand the feeling ticking through her derma till,
with a glance back to the outside, she espies little Alfalfa concerning her
with ears perked and body quicked.
 Ah. With an echoing glance at the mates, she revolves to the grassy plot.
There gingerly cradling her petit son and bearing the bun away to where his
human awaits. Sensitively, she sets him down near the sadəsikari, nir eyes
finally shut in a lazy-long blink.
 
                                        
Castiel
 
Eyes in need of a reprise, ne blinks, but the gates to sleep are heavy, and ne
must force them to part again. When finally apart, open, and ne enters again
the awakened world, ne finds sweet beaded eyes and long lopsy blond ears and a
twittering pink nose watching kindly just in front of nem. Eyes widening again,
ne feels the fear that was like an undercurrent beneath nir skin slowly
disipate. Trickling away like the last dwindling comets in an outburst.
 Thinking nothing of it, ne loosens nir grip of nir knees and scoops the little
love loopily into nir arms, nuzzling the fluffy bundle and sighing with relief.
 There's nothing else in existence at that moment.
 Only the warm muzzle of nir friend and the sudden reluctance of safe, as he
succumbs to the black haven.
Chapter End Notes
     *crinose here is used like “hairy situation” because I want it to be
     used like that. Also, where did the saying “hairy situation” even
     come from?
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     I like using (butchering) non-English words, if you guys haven't
     noticed.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean
 
Awestruck, the tiguar bears witness as his mate's scent remedies, content and
happy with the introduction of the alfalfa scented were. Dean smiles whispery,
admiring the soft sound of the sleep-breaths his human lets fall.
 Turning to Ellen with a gracious look as gift, she replies with a sympathetic
and kind one before, with a simple motion, coaxing him from the den. Following
as an obedient son, the felid trails like a duckling, out into the dwindling
light, finding many a kin awaiting them.
 Coalescing with the clowder out on the pasture, they encover the dew in furs
and sinews.
 A silence descends that none dares nor wants to blister.
 Till someone, fatedly, does.
 “What happened?” Little Kevin chances. Still just a kit curled upon his mama's
shield.
 “I told you – ” Gabriel darts, glancing 'round snatchily, nerves in his eyes.
Dean infers the tod already recounted the day's happenings.
 “No, no. I mean – ” Kevin respires, grasping a deep, calming breath, all this
new and foreign and frightful. Mama Tran's tail curls protectively about her
cub. “You weren't supposed to even be hunting in that area today.”
 Dean starts.
 A detail of import, veritably forgotten.
 Glancing ahind at the caveway, he recollects vaguely Samandriel's hurried
implorations from the morn. Brow furrowing, the tiguar finds himself with no
response.
 And for a while it feels as if no one will return the whelp's words, till
young Jess, Alfie's blood-kin intones her peace.
 “Alfalfa, he . . .” She ceases, already, the words having fallen in lue of
permission, aspect tentive, searching for the words she wants. “He's been
fidgity, skittish. Forever my kin has been cuddly, but now it's endless.
Needing touch and caress more so than a newborn. Always sleeping now at the
side of another, sometimes awakening fearfully. He's been timerous for a
fortnight, as if awaiting the impes of a monster lurking beneath his feet. This
timerity grows the more away he is from The Garrison Compound. As if, whenever
he goes again to his post he's reassured of the monster's whereabouts. Yet at
the same time, after a scant second the fear is renewed with impetuous vigor. I
thought it was that the Garrison was the monster, that when he went . . . he
was reassured of their ignorance of our whereabouts, us, their prey, but now .
. . I banish that theory. I contend, that the Garrison is the monster he fears,
but . . . we are not their prey whom he fears for.”
 “The babe's the prey for whom he's been afrightened.”
 Jessica allows a nod and Ellen nods back, a slower movement, cautious and
appraising.
 Dean's reeling. Rapiers extending, eyes harvesting as the shame in the jill's
scent reaches his skin, ensconcing his tom in her fear and pulling up still
more imaginings of what could have been of his feast. Ägardravec blood as wine,
meat as meal, flesh tanned as coat, given as present to a shivering mate and
shown as proof of the protection his alpha promises to give his omega. His
sadəsikari.
 How many monsters continually lurk in the halls of the Garrison Compound?
 How many more feasts await his jowls within their walls?
 How many swipes of his blades, clamps of his jaw, flicks of his tail, and
rampage of his glee, will it take for their numbers to dwindle to nil? For him
to savor the spirit of each and all of them effusing 'way in his paws? Their
warmth pooling at his feet under the weight of his grin as his mate awaits him
cherished in their den, soft and sweet-scented and safeguarded from the rotten
flesh he's torn and tearing, from their decimated seeds in their pipes and
sacks strewn far part from their corpses, divested of their rotten members long
before mortality overtook them. Their lumbers never again to touch the kind
skin of his mate, never to enter into nir body in tresspass, their words to
never bathe nem in their venom afresh.
“I believe a catechise of the young leporine is in order.” Ellen murmurs as the
tiguar passes a forlorn glance and sigh to the hospice.
 “I can arrange that.” Jess answers, air whispy as she stands, human feet
carrying mollily away the jillkit. “I'm nothing less than identical to young
Alfalfa, after all, as a wildling. I doubt the poor sadə will verify if I am
sire if ne so happens to awake. And, even if ne did . . .” Her voice carries
amiably upon the wind's wings, a softness as it flowers over her shoulder while
she shifts in the midst of a graceful stride. The den entrance verily eclipsing
her as she takes a bounce within.
 Dean hunts her form with nerves shot, leg caroming in angst upon the grass.
 
 
Samandriel
 
A nuzzzzzzling to his nose has Alfie's ears flickering and oreilles opening to
confront his mirrormask*.
  Why are you here,       doux      ?
 To relieve you, kit. The nest requests your presence.
 Delicately, they exchange their parties, wriggling and muzzling at each other
kindly while in the act. Rustling and rousing the languidous sadəsikari only
enough for nem to grumble and clutch at the decoy, slumber heavy and cloying in
nir scent as ne grasps her.
 Alfie perches, observing his cousin being cossetted by the human as a twinge
of guilt and betrayel rangles in his gut at the deception.
 Our kindred are waiting.Jess murmurs, nose twitching.
 With his littermate's reminder, he exits the antrum, hopping to the entry
where with a shift in his step he emerges naked and wise, glancing back to the
den every few footfalls, a wariness warring inside for leaving the sadəsikari
even with a trusted soul.
 Upon reaching the herd, Samandriel finds himself plopping down into the
nearest alpha's lap. Benny is warm and engulfs him in his strong bear scent;
calm as the stream and steady as the oak as he cradles him, paws massaging his
back in gentle strokes.
 And the herd is quiet as they await the lopsywere's revelations.
Chapter End Notes
     *doppleganger
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean
 
“I am familiar with the sadə*.” Samandriel confesses eons later, cobwebs have
formed over the tiguar's raptly wide eyes having watched for lifetimes,
awaiting the true word of god. That's how he felt of Alfie in that moment. He's
been entrapped in the bunny's scent and breath, every hitch and twinge of guilt
and sadness a new proverb and commandment.
 “Acquired in espialation?” Michael prods, the first words he's uttered in Dean
doesn't know how long, because he doesn't know how long he's been reading the
Testament of Alfalfa.
 The deityspies the wolf.
 And suddenly Dean is faced with the visage of a god he believes in.
 Guilty and lost.
 A sort of blank sadness befalls him and The Lord nods listlessly as he falls
his head again. Tucked in Benny's chest, the god on the moon is eclipsed by the
earthly bear. Together assembling Ursa Minor, perhaps, Arcas would be proud.
Their gods and ancestors combine unashamedly in the were's praise.
 “Any fathomations? What have you grasped, little doe?” Ellen sneaks into the
service.
 The kit's face scrunches, like he scents a thing foul. “I didn't always see
nem. Sometimes ne would await at the grasspatch by the river, other times nir
scent would be stale and I was incapable of tracking its path. When I did see
nem ne would cosset me, treat me as one would a beloved pet, which, perhaps, is
what I was reaching for when I approached nem the first time . . . In the
lion's share, ne would be called away by a näraleia*, yet, at intervals . . .
one of the ägardravec would fetch nem.” He pauses. “Ne was always scared of
them.” The lopsywere opens his mouth to continue, but a realization flashes
across his face, scratching a scrunch in his brow and throwing a thoughtful
mask upon his countennance. “No. There was one whom ne didn't fear. One who was
less aggressive, yet this ägardravec seemed – to me – to be the most . . .
Alpha-like. I witnessed that ägardravec only twice, once with the sadə and the
second when he was treating a wound one of the näraleia had sustained.
Furthermore, I do not smell him, not a trace, among the blood you shed,
Decanus.”
 The were mercifully ignores the use of his full name, if it were any other the
tiguar would clamp his daggers 'round their throat. But even the notion of
causing his kin any harm turns bile in his gut, he'd never harm the leporine.
He focuses on the blonde bun's words, then, and the hint of a protective
ägardravec within the Garrison fold puts a seed of hope in the tiguar's chest,
but it doesn't change the facts.
 “Ne was afraid of them,” Ellen reiterates, a prompt.
 “Ne would have bruises, or smell of seed, blood, nir scent would always shift
to a . . . guarded happy when ne would pet me. A guarded type of scent. I
dawdled in nir company; I wanted nem to smile. Ne doesn't talk much about the
cult. Mostly gibberish. Ne says biblical poems, but . . .” he gnaws his cheek.
“They're not Garrison biblical.”
 Many of the kin glance at one another at the unsure declaration.
 “What do you mean, kit?” Benny murmurs, hands working magic on the bun's
civility from what the tiguar witnesses. Nose turned, Alfie opens his mouth
unsuredly.
 
 
Samandriel
 
“Ne said once, upon arrival with a fading bruised wrist and fresh broken lip .
. . 'the Muses were right;
 
 We know how to say many false things like true ones,
 But we know how to utter truths when we want to.
 
They spoke and I see bible verses in their words' ne'd recalled to me, face
upturned to the air and fingers caressing mine ears. I listened, and heard, yet
I was incapable of asking for clarity while wild. Our sadə has never witnessed
my civility . . . I'm unsure ne would recognize me if they did. ”
 “Those words are foreign to me, but I believe their meaning is clear, shi?”
Kevin speaks up again, looking from mother to aunt metronomically.
 “None can tell their falsities from their verities.”
 The Spring is muted, pensive, engrossed are the ghostly wildlings as they
allow Alfie's rendition to sink in.
 Those words were not a teaching of the Garrison, the gauntlet of detrimental
theology, contorted and butchered from past bibles. A theology each and every
wildling is familiar with, having stolen their holybook years ago so that they
may know the word and recognize it and flee from it.
 
    Cleave to His word, alive and virile, sharper than the double-edged
blade/sword      ,
 Spears abyssally even to the crossing anima and animal, marrow and seam; it
judges the actions and the piety of the core.
 His words are true,
 And his word is law.
 
 Hebren 4:12
 
 The Lord's word holds no room for rebuke, no argument, only command and
obedience.
 Those are the Garrison rule.
 So from whence did the Muses verse come?
 And how did his human learn it?
Chapter End Notes
     *sadə is a familiar, friendly shortening of sadəsikari.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it's not that long. I'm just bad at making these chapters long,
     apparently. :(
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel
 
Unravelling the onyx veil and hiking the chariots of sleep is a challenge that
Castiel is unsure ne wishes to partake upon, yet as the nip begins to bite, the
darkness lapping at nir skin like a spoilt pup whimpering for attention, ne
cant ignore its dewwy tongue any longer. Eyelids heavy as sandsacks, their
beaches rescind purposefully across the blue shoals till high tide is there
again. Each blink is a sand-wave, searching for hold on another low tide, but
coming away empty every time.
 As the fog dissipates from nir aether and the water returns, the sadəsikari is
faced with chilly night, brisk and aspring. And in nir arms a soft weight
breathes easily, soft in-out-in-outin rythmic content. A sleepy lopsy that
catches nir attention in a lazy thing.
 Ne squeezes slightly, wanting the bunny closer, but with the proximity comes
an odd, uncomfortable, familiar feeling.
 Wrong.
 Staring down into nir arms, ne looks interrogatively at the lopsy there afore
costively releasing nir arms, the unwrapping of the appendages nodding the
blond kit and inturn calling it to twist in its awakening so that it may face
nem in retreat. Eyes attentive and nose atwitch.
 Heedful to rally nir pulse and heart, lungs and breath into obedience,
Castiel's eyes track the nester, never losing sight of xyr. Contorting into a
squat, protecting nir chest with arms and knees afront, back against the
denwall; a defensive stance – spitefullyignoring every sting and tug and
warning the human's wounded body screams.
 Mind you, at this moment those warnings are being shouted in every
permutation.
 Crouched as either a predator waiting to strike its prey or as a prey ready to
bolt at the first strike, ne watches xem.
 
 
Jess
 
The were-bearer rouses when the stench of panic hits her, the sadəsikari's arms
unwinding; pulling the jillkit into a twirl to chase their form.
 The panic is silent. Only showing within nir scent. Yet still, it's there.
 And when she looks at nem she finds something in nir expression that shouldn't
be there.
 But is.
 There's knowledge.
 Ne knows that she's not her cousin. In a split-second of consciousness the
human had known, unconditionally, that the small, harmless creature in nir arms
was a stranger to nem and ne'd panicked.
 A split-second.
 That's impossible . . .
 
 
Dean
 
The change in the air is sudden, a quickening panic that has the tiguar's head
lifting in a snap!, nose twitching, eyes dilating, ears alert for any sound.
But there's only the scent to give away the sense of doom his mate feels; the
confined scent of a rat in a maze scurrying by by by.
 Digging his claws into the dirt he forces, commands himself to prorogue
action. To roost where he is, on edge with dens elongating and body trembling
in the aching need to protectprotectprotect.
 Even from such a lopsidaisy enemy as the bearer-kit.
 Yet, the last time the felid barraged into the denworld replays in his mind,
the fear his barge had caused his mate was . . . more than what he smelt now,
more acidic and cloying and festering, and he forces himself to halt at the
memory.
 With a frenetic glance at Samandriel, Dean finds the bunny scrambling to his
feet in a race to reach the hospice.
 The worry exuding from Samandriel quells his emotions slightly. Knowing little
Alfie wants to protect nem too puts a stopper to the tiguar's urgency; only
nanoly.
 Protectprotectprotect
 Claret dribbles from his lip as his fangs snip through the slim skin.
 
 
Samandriel
 
How ne knew, the lopsysire was unsure, but ne did know.
 The scent held every inch of information as it penetrated Alfie's mind and he
shot to his feet at a scramble upon registration, dashing for the den where his
broodmate had interchanged with him.
 Ne could tell that Jess was a deceit.
 It had been an instantaneous realization, Samandriel knew. Ne's scent went
from slumbering to dawning to alarming in the matter of a moment.
 Too quickly.
 And as the kitsire shifts into the denway, he witnesses ne's eyes boring into
the bearer with a soul-deep, simple perception alongside the suffocating dread.
 Jess is bount a bump away from the sadəsikari, ears perked and nose atwitch in
dubiety. If one could read shifter they'd descry her posture as: “what”, “why”
et “how did ne know?”
 Samandriel had no time for postulating before those eyes flickered to meet
his.
 
 
Castiel
 
A scuffle and harried huff at the entry has Castiel's eyes flitting away from
the intruder-bearer, flashing to nir ally awaiting in the 'way.
 A foolproof reflection of the stranger before nem.
 And Cas smiles slightly, relieved. “There you are,” Ne murmurs, a weight
lifting from his chest, his lungs unburderdened suddenly, blissfully with the
sight of nir companion. Ne can hear nir own voice and it's so allayed. “I knew,
I swore, I fell to sleep aside you, but . . .” Here ne peers at the unknown
whom is so beautifully peaches and creams and impeccably the mirrormask of the
buck, but with an undercurrent of powerand or confidence that he does not bear.
 “No off – ” There's something off about the word, as if the word ne is in want
of is foreign to nir lips, and just as ne starts it ne then allows it to drop
from nir lips, but ne cannot replace it, there is no replacement sufficient,
and yet it is not sufficient because it should not be offensive in the least.
Confused for a moment ne pauses, breath trailing off, but still he cannot
escape it. The word is an intruder like the kit herself, but ne can feels that
nir eyes have softened and ne hopes that the jill understands that ne truly
does not mean to offend. “No off – ense, yet still, you are not my familiar.”
 
 
Samandriel
 
As the final word plops from the sadəsikari's lips the bunnysire bristles,
feeling the similar reaction from his sister-cousin.
 Does ne know the significance of a familiar?
 Or is it simply a word to nem?
 Yet as the kit is ruminating ever so briefly over the word-choice he realizes
that it is actually a . . . viable affirmation of their relationship.
 Familiars. Demon guides. Witches' guides. Animal guides.
 The lopsy had been the reason for nir rescue and napping, had felt the need to
redirect the hunt and guide it to nem. And by the definitions of the Garrison,
all of them were demons.
 But would that make the human a witch? Warlock?
 Samandriel lets his thoughts fall away, focusing instead on the scent of their
guest. On the scent of Dean's mate. If he were in civil form he'd smile at the
thought, instead now he flops forward, switching places again with his sweet
cousin.
 
 
Dean
 
The trepidation and fear and blood of the sadə's scent has been pushed under
just barely and the tiguar basks in it. Like a warm lake, the cold undertow a
constant threat but on the surface so likened to open arms.
 His mate's scent has lulled into a sweetness like new love.
Chapter End Notes
     *BTB I changed a sentence or two in the last paragraph of Dean's part
     in Chapter 9 and now Jess and Samandriel are literally identical
     twins in every sense except their sire, he even appears outwardly
     female as a bunny because he's an omega. His penis is incredibly
     small in both forms and their furs are identical, as are their eyes
     and sizes. The only way for someone to tell them apart as bunnies are
     their scents, which Castiel obviously cannot do. Jess and Samandriel
     are from the same litter, having the same mother, but are cousins as
     well as siblings. They're born from the same mother and birthing but
     different litters in one batch, their mother having conceived from
     both her mates in one heat. Her mates are a pair of Beta brothers and
     Alfie is the son of one mate while Jess is the daughter of the other
     and their scents give away their parentage.
     **I told someone that Dean and Cas were gonna see each other in
     either this or next chapter I think and then I ended up changing that
     for a viable reason, you'll all understand and Dean won't return to
     the den till the chapter after that. Next chapter has "new"
     characters. *wink wink* :)
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     So, the writing style in this doesn't really match the other chapters
     because I have no patience for editing right now but I wanted to
     update and I will edit this and repost it later on down the road.
     In the meantime . . . here's some Mary! (She's basically the point of
     this chapter)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean
 
The jillkit bustles out the den in fur, stalling only a moment afore shifting
forward on lily feet. All surplus packmates have sufficed returned from their
chores and hunts by the time Jess joins again the huddle.
 Dean's nose twitches at the catch of honey and jasmine, milk and home, the
scent twisting his head uphill from where it'd fallen in thought, he finds his
mama on approach, followed closely by her mate. His papa's perpetually guarded,
regarding his eldest son warily; veteranary. Dean's clashed – and won – him
'nough times for John to comprehend. His mama may have given him pardon, may
have even forgiven him, but the tiguar hadn't. Percievably never will. Even if
he loves his brothers more than anything, he'll never forgive his father for
being unfaithful to his beautiful, kind, strong omega jaguaress mother, the
beta tiger's truemate, with that alpha lioness.
 Truemate.
 The word flits and flutters and smashes into his thoughts like a bee stuck on
a windowsill, buzzing and so determined to break through the glass but stuck
and not understanding, buzzing buzzing buzzing.
 Truematetruematetruematetruematetruematematematematemate
 And suddenly Dean's eyes are locked back on the healer's den.
 And the need to be near nem, wrapped in his mate's scent and warmth and to
mark, claim, assure nem that no one will ever hurt nem ever again was growing
and growing and planting roots and soon the words are no longer a single bee
trapped in the sill, but a hive buzzing buzzing rampant in his mind and his
mate's scent is the only smoke that can calm them, nir presence that queen that
commands them.
 
 
Castiel
 
The buckkit is before nem. Watching and waiting and assessing. Eyes black and
beady but sweet and steady and mouth moving a mile a minute, chewing on a piece
of grass or some green Castiel hadn't thought to pay attent.
 Ne's allowed nir shoulders to droop, to relax as ne awaits his familiar to
approach. Leaning more comfortably against the wall now, ne slips down it's
silken rockface and back softly upon the cot. Face level with the bun's. Those
eyes track the movement like target practice and Cas doesn't break the
contract, watching back just as adamantally.
 A hypnotism must befall nem then as suddenly the bun is in nir arms and the
light outside is darker and ne's imagining red eyes slitting cruel throats and
pining for the blood to run slicker, thicker, richer with cells.
 Imagining what may have happened after his passing.
 Did the rager kill them all?
 Did he turn berserker and skin their heads? Take as prize the hair of the
defeated to gain strength?
 Or was ne the prize?
 If ne were, why did ne suddenly feel safe with the leporine in his arms? Why
wasn't the red-eyed savior there with nem?
 What if ne was truly safe?
 Those blue eyes closed again, lids carried over the river by the boatmaster
Charon, but Castiel stayed on the shore. Allowed nir familiar to become
Cerberus at the gate for just a night to keep nem out of where ne for now
cannot enter. Ne allowed nir lips to curve like the rivers, up and overflowing
with thanks.
 
Dean
 
Mary sat beside her son, taking a partially shifted paw into her own and
petting his fur in attempt to soothe. The tiguar hadn't even noticed his
shifted pieces, but now, brought to his attention are fangs, claws, fur in
places with quantities no human would have unless abnormal and in colors they
most certainly didnt have either. He can feel his eyes catty and cold and
searching for prey, blood frenzied and dilated and he breathes in deep, trying
to calm his instincts screaming at him to hunt and to kill, to protect and hide
his mate in a cave a million forests and moutainsides away. But he cannot do
that because those same instincts are telling him he needs to bring his kill
home, show his mate that he can protect nem, present nem with the heads of his
rotten kin piked on a spear, their blood still smeared on his hands, his mouth
where he'd bitten their flesh clean off, torn their heads off before mounting
them for all to view. He wants this, he wants to, needs to steal the breath of
every piece of shit angel that ever laid their hands upon his mate.
 With a squeeze of his hand, his queen mother pulls him from his mullings.
 Attentions turning, he looks up at her, finding her so much taller than when
she sat down beside him.
 He's shifted.
 Fully.
 That hasn't happened in a long time.
 And it's all such a civil thought that he can feel himself coming back around
slowly, going from instinct and wild back to civil and wise but still looking
up in wonder at his mother goddess. She always was his goddess, the only one he
ever believed in. She was always his angel too, but he suspects now that that
may be changing.
 When he thinks of angels now, looking upon his deitiful mama, he pictures his
mate.
 If his mother is a goddess, and Alfalfa a god, then his mate is the angel of
all things. And he is that angel's guardian, protector. He takes up the mantel
proudly, happily, wantingly, like a worshipper in church. But this theology is
love and nothing else.
 With deities like Mary and Samandriel, what else would it be?
 And when Mary whispers, “oh kitten, your mate needs you.” Even wild, he feels
the love inside him spike, head in her lap, he purrs, allowing her to pet and
scratch at his ears as with all his other senses he keeps his mate . . . name
still unknown to him, in his sphere of existent at all times.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Dean hates John. That'll be explored. ;) But he still loves his
     brothers (and mother, and now Castiel) more than anything.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     I accidentally put up ch 14 before ch 13.
     This is not very edited.
Jess
 
 “That's impossible, carrot.”
 “I think you mean that's humanly impossible.”
 “Verité, verité.” Mary murmurs, fingers still kneading soothingly in her son's
ears, massaging him back to civility. Though it seems to be doing no good. The
tiguar's ears twitch attentively as he listens to all et every sound and word
around, ears intent even upon the silence within the hospice where her brother
and the felid's unclaimed mate await.
 A thought enters her mind then, she'd just finished recounting how the human
had known instantly that she was not her cousinkin, how ne'd silently panicked,
retreated. From nir scent she could tell ne didn't find her dangerous but that
any stranger – human or else – was an enemy. Guilty before proven innocent. The
thought that enters her mind now is would ne react that way to the tiguar? Or
would ne feel his love and devotion instead of her sympathy and subtle
indifference?
 “Dean should go to nem as he is,” the lopsyjill speaks before she can halt her
words. They are out in the open now, and their meaning makes the tom lift his
pale orange head and pin her with those impossible green eyes.
 “Wild?”
 “Yes.”
 
 
Dean
 
Dean is wild, but not completely lost. He understands everything happening and
he understands Jess' words and he understands that his mama is trying to coax
him back to civility but he also understands that his mate is in a den too far
away from him and that he need to be by nir side now.
 Uncaring if the others agree with Jess and her idea, the tiguar gets up on his
four paws, out of his mama's soft touch and her warning words and calling
whines, somewhere in his mind understanding that she was calling him back both
in wild and civil terms, but he continued forward, up and to the entry where
his mate's scent is spilling from.
 Paw after paw he trudged in the cold grass till he reached the colder dust
floor, entering on soft pads till he stood only a few feet in front of the
human and his cuddled bunny.
 Little Samandriel's nose twitches in his sleep, and there's no doubt that he
too is asleep in the alpha's mate's arms. His nose twitches, and his eyes open,
and his head flits up, and his ears elongate straight above his head, tall and
alert as he takes in the other wild's presence.
 The tiguar is paused, blinking slow and steady as he takes in the sight of his
mate. He weighs his options before simply lowering to the ground, laying down
flat on his belly, eyes locked on his mate as he calmly placed his head on his
paws.
 Waiting . . . waiting. Guarding.
 Protectprotectprotect.
 
 
Castiel
 
Eyes opening in a lazy motion, the recouperating sadəsikari blinks slowfire.
Waking from nir dreamless slumber ne weighs the warmth in nir arms, remembering
hazily falling to sleep with nir familiar against nem.
 A prickle slithering cross nir skin, ne raises nir head slightly, feeling a
presence not their own. Eyes travelling over nir shoulder, ne peaks an array of
colors. Orange and gold and black and fuzzy. Squinting way sleep and down ne
focuses nir pupils upon the colors, rearranging them and making sense of them
till a frightening sight meets nem.
 Body tense, eyes wide, ne cannot take his gaze away from the threat that
doesn't feel like a threat.
 But what else could the giant animal be but a threat?
 The creature's head is arest upon its paws, tail flickering behind it lazily
as it occupies the den-mouth, breathing slow and steady as it's pelt moves up
down up down in slow rhythm.
 Castiel is unsure how long ne stares at the beast, but after a while, the
human's breathing deep and eyes locked on the sight, its ear twitches. Just one
at first. A huge flick, then stillness. Then both of those orange ears flicker
towards nem. Training on nem.
 Then so slowly those great eyes open in one fluid swoop of lid.
 Pinning the sadəsikari with the weight of a million emeralds.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
     I know that these are still REALLY short chapters, but I can't seem
     to make them longer without losing my sanity. I'm very sorry.
     P.S. This isn't fully edited.
     P.P.S. Enjoy big kitten!dean
Dean
 
The tiguar's eyes open determinedly, ears perked to the sound of too heavy
breathing. Not the sound of sleep nor the sound of a rabbit's air, the sound of
a human's fear.
 And when his eyes open he is gifted with those beautiful blues he'd glimpsed
and been presented with too little since finding nem.
 Wide and inviting his mate's blue eyes stare at him, a blanket of awe beneath
the surface of fear. Watching with rapt attention and holding tight the
leporine in his arms, Dean looks back and forth between the two shoftly before
lifting up onto all four paws. Making eye contact with the sadə, the tiguar
takes a few steps forward, listening to the heightening breaths and smelling
the spiking fear of the human before dropping back onto his haunches and ankles
just in front of his mate. Tail swishing in happiness, the wild scoots forward
with head and body low and trailing on the dust floor, creeping onto the matt
where his human lays.
 The kit has awakened now, at the scent of his pack kin so close, and is
watching the feline closely too.
 Face stopping just in front of those arms wrapped tight around his bun-kin,
Dean doesn't let his eyes leave those beautiful blues.
 With a swallow of trepidation, the human chances a movement of limbs.
 With great effort the cat holds still. At the lack of reaction the human holds
up his hand in a fearful show of trust.
 Dean stares at it for a long time before surging forward.
 
Castiel
 
Castiel almost screams when the tiguar's head rushes forward, but before ne can
do anything that snout has touched nir palm and suddenly it's like the massive
predator is an oversized housecat in a field of catnip.
   That huge head nuzzles shamelessly against nir hand, eyes closed and a
rumbling, deafening    purrrr!    booming from its massive body and throat as
it wiggles and swishes its tail and rolls onto its back and the entire time
continuing closer to nuzzle against every part of the sadəsikari's body; chest,
arms, neck.
 Nir familiar bounds out of nir arms, but doesn't leave the cave. Going far
enough away to watch but not be squashed by the large animal.
 And before ne knows what's happening that large body is layed across nem, a
paw on either side of nir head and that great head rubbing and nuzzling nir
entire face, fur and whiskers tickling till ne's laughing reluctantly. The fact
that ne's being hugged by a tiguar is overshadowed by the adorableness of its
actions at all. Eyes closed, the great beast looks like it's in heaven as it
loves all over nem.
 When that great purple tongue licks nir cheek ne laughs outloud before it
turns into an involuntary giggle. In response, the gigantic kitten repeats the
action.
 And before ne knows what's happening, ne's curled round by the tiguar, being
groomed like a precious kit or friend and wrapped in warmth and a lullaby of
purrs.
 More content even than when ne had nir familiar in nir arms, which ne soon is
again, hopping up to join them once the cat's tail has wrapped securely round
Castiel's body, keeping nem close with paws and chin.
 Ne's no longer afraid.
 
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
     apparently already written
Dean
 
The tiguar is rhapsodic in the knowledge that Samandriel and his mate are the
only one's who bore witness to his downward spiral into devoted house kitten
the night before.
 Sammy and Adam would never let him live it down, but Alfie would.
 Although, thinking about it while he watches his sadə sleeping in his arms,
he's unsure if he'll be able to stop himself from ever doing that again.
 And the next time . . . it'll be in public, he's sure of it.
 His mate, still unnamed, stirs, snuffling and burrowing deeper into the
feline's thick fur, pulling a deep and satisfied purr from his gut.
 The reverberations cause a small gasp and sigh to fall from those broken lips,
those hands fisting into his hairs and tugging. The action not unlike clutching
a blanket close for safety.
 Dean holds in a growl as a cut on his mate's lip reopens, a bead of blood
swelling.
 Barbed tongue flicking out, he catches the red life before it can dribble down
nir skin.
 On his mate's other side the bunnywere stirs, head popping up to watch the
larger were's actions with twitching nose and ears. Scenting and listening. The
feline keeps eye contact with the leporine obediently, allowing the kit his
reassurance.
 Alfie bounds up softly to settle snugly onto the human's chest, face-to-face
with the hybrid.
 Dean allows it all.
 Tail wrapped possessively around his mate's waist, he tightens it at the sound
of footsteps outside the entry.
 A pair of deep black eyes peer round the entry bend then. Ellen checking in.
Dean doesn't react, showing the doe that she has his permission to enter.
Behind her the dawn light is turning warm, becoming midday earlier than he
anticipated.
 They'd slept longer than he'd intended.
 The doe enters on soft, forest-lived feet, head down in respect to the
protective alpha.
 Coming into contact with them, Ellen sniffs softly, snuffling 'round them in
inspection.
 Meeting Dean's eyes, she implores him to let up his grip. He does
begrudgingly, but at the relieved sigh from his mate he relents that Ellen
knows best.
 When Ellen's nose moves to snuff at his mate's gut, the sadə startles, gasping
as nir eyes open and ne shoots up with fear, spooking Ellen back a hop.
 Nir breathing's heavy as ne stares at the doewere, calming with every beat of
nir heart as ne takes in the sight.
 “Hello,” Ne murmurs. Dean puts his nose against the small of nir back on
instinct, purring in a soothing manner. The sadəsikari chokes at the action,
but nir eyes close in satisfaction all the same, blocking out another few hours
in darkness as the tiguar guards.
 
 
Samandriel
 
Seven sundowns.
 Seven sundowns and still my human slumbers.
 Dean won't leave nem alone, he warms nem with nir striped coat and hunter's
heat. The lopsy allowing the felidae sanctuary beside their mate in exchange
for company. Companionship.
 The tiguar bathes the bun's fur and purrs him asleep.
     His yawning maw, a cavern large enough to hold hi     m thrice and thrice,
f     rightening if in a chase, is lack and tired in this place.
 The leporine nibble his ears and watches his tail flicker.
 Watch their human's eyes twitch, limbs stretch, spread, curl, burrow.
 Sustenance is imperative.
 Ellen helps them with that, fore the two of them prove useless in the face of
a comatic human.
 Ne sleeps through dressings, feedings, bathings, screamings and tears.
 The lopsy waits patiently with his human's mate.
 Ne sleeps on and on.
 
 
Castiel
 
Worded dreams, fairytales, play picturesque in the human's logging mind. Tales
of knights and dragons and witches forbidden to thee by the high counsel, yet
found by a child learnt to hide. Telling for ages and ages till one tale has
the audacity to wake nem with reminders of wakefullness.
 
. . . and it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers. The man’s cub is mine,
Lungri – mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack
and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked
cubs–frog-eater– fish-killer–he shall hunt thee!
 
So the man's cub awakes with a growl and a tightening of limbs.
Wrapped 'round fur and skin and warm.
 Lids flimsy, they quiver and quail and open as slick as silk. Allowing light
to flood, lingering fairies to skittle, and images to fashion.
     Hills of ebony stripes on fields of sunset      cotton a     re a welcome
as shiver inducing, blistering breezes upon their neck are a comfort as they
reign in the world.
 Curled upon a hind is nir lopsy; a twist of cream in the pumpkin spice.
     An all too-human         purr         creeps up nir vocals, comes out as
nothing less than a blissed         mmmm        .
 The sound punches a deep, heavy inhale from the bedding.
     Then a wet-sweet cold is pressing into nir neck, snuffling and scenting
and body steady         in-out-in-out         deep and wild. Wanton.
 Obsidian orbs warm like the lava they once were.
 Black, but once burning and enflamed and magmic.
 Red.
 
 
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean
 
His mate's eyes flicker and nir limbs twitch; at first the feline thinks
nothing of it, but then flickering turns to lifting and skin makes way for
retina and blue.
 
Castiel
 
The tiguar's eyes and fur and hide slam home the notion of real. Fight away the
possibility of figment and forget, of not realand didn't kill.
And Castiel is staring into wild eyes with sentient souls and breathing ragged.
Curled up and protected by one warned of devouring young sadəsikari who dare
stray, the little human can conjure no fear in nir bones as they gaze into orbs
as large as fists with stripes as long as arms and thick as wrists. Ears
perched aside round and plump and wriggling.
The sight of that.
Of squirming ears on the fierce forest hunter bully a giggle out of nem.
Panicked and quick but laced with relief; with the knowledge of alive and safe
settling into nir bones.
And then there's a nuzzle upon nir jaw and a rustle between their bodies.
Eyes drawn to the movement and caress, cream fur obscures nir vision as the
little lopsy demands heed. Notice of them blurts a whine from the bewildered
mortal, body coiling round the lilliputian beast as if ne could absorb them and
carry them always within nir breast.
If a rabbit's foot is lucky, what about the corse?
 
Dean
 
The sight of his mate curled tight and protective 'round his packbrother brings
a contented purr too the felidae's chest; the sound backfiring only briefly,
jerking his frighted sadə's eyes up and upon him, round and wide and blue
trained intent to his being, traveling and searching and inspecting.
Expecting him to turn and bite.
To wheel on nem like prey.
It may be true that the wild are neutral beings, neither good nor bad, simply
of nature, of instinct; it is the wise that ne should fear.
And Dean is not wise.
After a moment, the human's eyes soften, hands petting nir pet and eyes
travelling longingly down Dean's body. Trailing down his stripes and thick fur,
watching his tail swish and flick with a lazy drawl; eyes wanton and uncertain.
The tiguar doesn't hesitate to roll, baring his belly in a sign of trust and
submission.
He catches a glimpse of his packmate kit eyeing him in surprise, but brushes it
off, knowing full well what he's doing.
The awe in his mate's eyes is enough.
And when ne finally reach forward and cards fingers through his fur his purr is
long and loud.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I tried.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     ENJOY!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Samandriel
 
Eventually, the scents of pack and littermate grow closer as the rustle of fur
grows louder. With a glance at the mouth, the young bunnywere confirms his
suspicions.
 In the entry crowd an array of yellows and greens and reds alight.
 Eyes; wild and curious.
 His human doesn't notice their presence, and he breathes easy in the
knowledge.
 For a moment.
 
Dean
 
There's a murmur 'round the bend. The tiguar's ear twitches in recognition of
Lucifer's voice: “He's a frightened little lamb,” the blond haired ägardravec
murmurs, voice unusually soft, with a glance the feline finds the wolf's muzzle
nuzzed into the neck of a smaller sire.
 Above him, the sadəsikari swallows; a dry thing that bobs nir throat and
trickles sweat 'cross nir brow. They've obviously noticed their onwatchers.
 The alpha feels the urge to growl bubble up his throat, but forces it down.
 Can't frighten mate
 But they're already frightened.
 His tail flicks in irritation at his packmates, hackles rising as his human
huddles further into his side. Trying desperately to hide from the other
shifters' eyes.
 
Castiel
 
Nir lopsy sneezes in nir arms, an annoyed sound that wants a smile to escape
the human. Ne reels it in like water from a well.
 The eyes at the cave opening are trained on nir skin, watching nir movements
and speculating on nir everything.
 They can't help it when they're body contracts, when they hunch over and
furrow deeper into the war fur beneath nem. For some reason, the predator in
nir bed feels more safe then the animals at the entrance; even though some of
said animals are no doubt harmless.
 The rabbit nir'd rejected as well as a doe are the two at the front of the
herd.
 It is their eyes that unnerves nem.
 They look sentient.
 The sadəsikari glances down, noticing a tensing of the feline's features, and
watches them watch their intruders.
 They're unamused.
 Ne wonders briefly if their reaction is to the sight of prey, but something
makes nem throw away that notion.
 A great paw wraps around nir waist.
 An anchor as more animals huddle in the entrance.
 Castiel's eyes widen at the sight of all of them.
 So many different kinds.
 
Mary
 
She wants to give her cub space, but what mother doesn't wish to meet her cub's
chosen? The jaguar queen crowds alongside the buck and hind, looking around the
stone bend, she sees her son's temper rising.
 With a low purr, she slinks around her packmates.
 She can smell the spike in the human's fear, but she keeps her feet moving one
foot in front of the other till she reaches her son's back.
A son who's trying very hard not to growl at his mama.
 Opening her mouth, mama cat gives a great yawn and stretches out her paws and
hinds before settling down comfortably behind her tiguar's pelt, letting her
head drape over his waist. She can feel the sadəsikari's eyes boring into her,
but she pretends they aren't there.
 They give them space to come to her.
 
Samandriel
 
Samandriel chuff!s at Mama Mary's antics, watching as his human's emotions
swirl from scared to fascinated to confused and back again.
 Ellen's soft snorts of disapproval can be heard from the entry.
 But the little buck doesn't have time for them, his attention's all for the
healing human.
 He watches as ne takes in the sight of the jaguaress making herself
comfortable in their huddle, watches as ne twitches to touch, to see if their
intruder is friendly and welcoming as well. Watches nir internal battle with
both angst and hope in the bunny's gut.
 
Dean
 
Dean would bite his mother's hide if it wouldn't terrify his mate.
 He'll not chance the human seeing him as a monster.
 For all he knows he already does after the massacre he committed in the woods.
However, the alpha will never feel guilty for that.
 But now, now he feels guilty because it's his strong jaguar mother that's
frightening his human.
 He watches his human's eyes, nir skin, the rabbit in nir lap.
 So he sighs in relief when he sees the moment ne decides to be brave.
 Then sends happy and grateful thoughts to his mother as the sadəsikari's arm
reaches out, tentatively, to pet at their spotted head.
 
Castiel
 
When the large, muscular feline weaves its way inside Castiel feels like nir
chest will explode. Its rosettas dance as it creeps forward, gait steady and
eyes downcast, glancing up every so often as if to gauge nir reaction.
 Ne's stock still with terror as ne stares at the creature.
 The tiger at nir side was scary enough, but this creature is larger, taller
where the tiger is broader, and somehow more terrifying and yet more beautiful
for it. The tiger feels like safenow but this jaguar is new, there is no
comforting feeling, even if ne feels no aggression nor threat from the
creature.
 It's when the beast stretches and lays itself down that Castiel's fear begins
to dismount.
 It's replaced by confusion and a sort of anxious yearning.
 Their rose-like spots calls to the human like ripples in a stream, and ne
wants to trace nir fingers along the blackened fur.
 Ne hands twitches with the sudden yearning.
 Nir mouth twists in indecision; confusion still nir dominant emotion.
 But then the jaguarpurr!s.
 The sound is soft and kind and at its beginning nir tiger's tail curls,
swishing over the jaguar's nose in a lazy fashion. When the flicks bring out no
reaction from the newcomer Castiel's nerves solidify, and ne reaches out a
hand.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I don't know why XD
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Notes
     Finally
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean
 
Four days. It takes four days. And Dean has been counting the ticks and the
tocks till his mate is well enough to leave the cave.
 His mother's presence has actually helped.
 Being reassured that more than one large predator in the camp won't bite off
nir head has helped reassure the human that they are more than simply friendly
faced felines.
 Dean likes to think it's mostly his presence that's quelled the fear in his
mate's raging stomach, but he's not that ignorant. Alfie's small, undemanding
and innocent presence every moment of every day has been a huge kindness.
 It's on the fourth day that Ellen comes to collect them from the nest.
 They want to integrate the still reluctant human into the pack.
 Maybe, if nir gets comfortable with everyone . . . maybe they'll speak to a
human.
 Four days and the tiguar's mate has become cuddly with them, has let Dean
scent him and rest his chin up on nir shoulder and wrap his paws around their
bruised waist and nuzzlehis nose into nir hip like their scent could get the
feline drunk; but every time Ellen would try to enter in bare skin, the human
would clamp up.
 Comfortable in the wild, afraid of the wise.
 That's all they've been able to ascertain.
 Hopefully they can get nem to speak to them as humans; otherwise they can't
ask nem questions.
 
Castiel
 
The tiger-something-hybrid is purr!ing against nir side when the doe appears in
the entry. Its black eyes are soul-searching and Castiel almost pulls in to
nemself under the discretion. But ne hasn't seen another human in almost two
days; and it's a bit . . . comforting.
 Ne's coddling their bunny when the doe steps closer.
 Nir's voice is flowing, muttering nothings into their sweet fur when the doe's
nose caresses nir arm, asking for the sadəsikari's attention, which ne gives
wholeheartedly. Giving the deer direct eye-contact, Castiel watches as it tilts
its head towards the opening. As if saying: “You should go outside”
 The insinuation makes Castiel's throat click, nir arms tighten.
 But the nudge of a thick black nose against nir side has nem loosening, like a
string's been cut and they've been let loose to dangle.
 It doesn't erase the fear from nir throat, but it eases it slightly.
 And, without thought, the human begins to disentangle nir legs from the pile,
lifting up on wobbly knees but keeping hands on fur for balance. Ne nods at the
doe shakily, allowing them lead nem out into the light.
 
Samandriel
 
This is it. Please let everyone be on their best behaviour.The little leporine
begs, eyes roaming frantically to his companions. Dean's eyes are alight, his
human self very close to the surface as he regards his mate. Standing and very
close to following Ellen out the cave-mouth.
 Though still very hesitant.
 Alfie's proud of nem, though.
 And it looks like Mary is too.
 But still, the tiguaress gives the human a soft nudge to get him moving,
pushing nem just that muchcloser to the awaiting doe. She follows her nudge
with a loving nuzzle just as her son takes his stand.
 The bunny-were sighs, nose twitching, tickling the skin upon which it's
pressed.
 The sadəsikari's hand reaches up, scratching at his ears as ne takes nir first
steps towards the entrance.
 Then another. And another.
 Then suddenly there's sunlight on Alfie's fur and he hears a sharp intake of
breath.
 
Castiel
 
Castiel's never seen such an assortment of animals all bundled together in one
place.
 Ne's never even imagined such a sight.
 Nir eyes roam over each and every body, taking them in one at a time.
 Bear, wolf, fox, rabbit, deer, frog, platypus, badger, ferret, and more.
 Ne's throat is suddenly dry, bobbing and clicking in a thick swallow.
 Ne's feet act on their own, taking a step back, intending to retreat back into
the cave where ne'd been safe for four days. That's four days longer than ne's
been safe in years. Since ne'd been taken to the Garrison Compound.
 It's been nice.
 Now, it's terrifying.
 
Dean
 
His mate is terrified. Dean can smell it and it puts his fur on end, his scruff
popping up like he's been shocked. He can hear nir heartbeat speeding up and
nir throat clicking and Alfie shuffling in nir arms. But his mother is there
and prompts him to nuzzle their legs.
 So he does.
 He bumps his nose against his mate's thigh and hip.
 It sends a shiver up the human and Dean responds with a rumble in his throat,
continuing his ministrations on the healing skin, just a little pressure, not
enough to hurt. Never enough to hurt.
 His human starts to relax, but movement in the crowd destroys all his hard
work, making his mate tense up again, nir fingers spearing through his fur and
tugging for comfort.
 The tiguar purr!s with endless determination.
 From the corner of the feline's eye he tries to spy who scared his mate.
 It's not hard to figure out; Gabriel's fox stands proud before the group, eyes
watching the newly emerged human raptly, head tilted and so intent. But
Gabriel's small, doesn't look like much of a threat. His mates, however, are
visible threats.
 And the two wolves are flanking the fox with ears perked and eyes on set the
sadəsikari.
 Unfortunately, humans can't always read animal expressions, so whereas Dean
knows his packmates are only being welcoming and curious, his mate thinks
they're being threatening.
 The tiguar huffs a breath.
 This is gonna take some time.
 
Gabriel
 
The fox sighed with heavy relief when the human he'd carried back to camp
emerged from the cave. Finally. He'd been worried sick for days. Michael and
Lucifer had groomed him endlessly to try and calm him down. They hadn't left
his side at all, either. And he hadn't gone too far from the cave either,
always keeping the entrance in his sights.
 He can see that the sadəsikari is scared when he steps forward, but he thinks
it's more of his mates than of him.
 So the fox flicks his tail at his wolves, telling them to back off.
 So they stay back a few paces, keeping their distance as he steps forward.
 Thankfully, as Dean nuzzles the human's legs, ne stays still, watching him
with wide eyes as he steps forward. Forward. Forward. Till he can press his
nose against the human's knees and nuzzle alongside Dean.
 Tho his approach had frightened the human, his treatment has his tense body
loosening.
 If Gabriel were in his human form he'd smirk.
 He knew being cute and cuddly and sweet would be the answer to making the
human feel at home.
     The      vulpine      takes a deep breath and feels a great      solace
at the absence of bloodscent.
     That smell had been haunting him for days.
     With another deep sigh, Gabriel sits down, curling his body to sleep at
the human's feet like a faithful pet.
 
__Castiel__
 
    Castiel's head's spinning.
     First the big cats curled up with nem, and now a fox is twirled at nir
feet. Ne's eyes are trained on the canine as it makes itself comfortable.
     Very carefully, the human kneels down, bracketting the furry red creatures
with nir legs as they juggle the rabbit still situated in nir arms. Eventually,
ne manages to sit, putting the bunny in nir lap as the fox snuggles up closer
to nem.
     Behind the sadəsikari, the big cats lay down again, encircling nem in an
envelope of warmth.
     Ne's fascinated by the new creature as they let their hand trail through
it's fur, hearing it make a sound similar to a         purr!         but not
quite.
     Peripherally, ne notices more movement, and when ne raises nir head, ne
finds nemself surrounded.
     By animals of all sizes and all colors.
     And at first, ne's terrified, ne's breathing picks up and ne's chest
tightens.
     But then each and every creature seems to lower themselves to the ground.
     And the human finds nemself smothered in a caccoon of living skin.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I tried
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this story always takes so long to update
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean
 
It's been a week since Dean's mate's been integrated into the pride.
 However, they've made sure to keep to their wild sides while in nir presence.
 The sadəsikari's been basking in attention since the moment they stepped
outside the cave, cuddling and bathing and feeding alongside rabbits and foxes
and deers and bears at first reluctantly and then with relish.
 And the tiguar's been at nir right side the entire time.
 His mate's spoken quite a few times, but in their wild forms they cannot ask
nem their important questions, but they've been taking it slow.
 Now, Ellen trots up to the snoozing tiguar and his mate on steady feet, eyes
wise and head held low in deference.
 She nudges the human kindly, but pushes forcefully at the feline.
 When that doesn't get a rouse, she nips at the large predators ear, jerking
him to attention. She cocks her head, then walks away, looking over her
shoulder a few times.
 “I think it wants you to follow,” his mate's voice whispers, lifting off of
his side so he can wiggling free and follow. With a huff and a lick to their
cheek, the tiguar obeys, following after the doe and into the forest's cover.
 There he finds Ellen in her human skin, standing just deep enough for her to
go unseen by their human visitor.
 Dean shifts.
 And the doe doesn't waste a moment. “We need to integrate nem with our wises,”
 Dean groans, having been dreading this.
 His mate's been doing better, has been happy, but at the beginning ne'd seen
one of their own out and about in their human skin and had panicked, so
everyone'd been extra careful since. Sometimes, when there's a rustling or
unknown sound, the sadəsikari's become skitterish and their scent's soured and
they've all been very careful to avoid that.
 But unfortunately, Ellen's always right.
 Ne needs to be introduced eventually.
 And the sooner the better, in case The Garrison comes sniffing around.
 They need to know more about The Garrison, and his mate's their best chance.
 Plus, the feline desperately wishes to know his mate's name.
 
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Castiel
 
The sadəsikari's sitting with nir bunny in nir lap, awaiting their large feline
friend's return, when a sound in the trees catches nir ears.
 Eyes jerking up on reflex, ne thinks it'll just be one of the pack.
 And is shocked to find a vaguely familiar human bearer with warm brown hair
and tanned skin coming forward.
 The human jumps up so fast ne feels woozy, but that doesn't stop them from
backing up from the incoming bearer. Every muscle tight and bound.
 When they get about eight feet away the bearer plops down in the grass and
begins plucking at the blades peacefully.
 Castiel watches them hesitantly, waiting for them to make their move.
 But nothing happens.
 They just keep plucking blade after blade and braiding them together.
 From the treeline behind them another sound rustles and Castiel's head jerks
up at the sound, expecting another intruder. But it's simply nir tiguar
returning. Padding slow and steady towards nem. Passing the bearer with a long,
full-body brush before reaching the paralyzed human.
 The large tiguar wraps their tail around the human's waist, bringing them down
to the ground with them. Once situated, the large feline curls 'round the human
protctively. Keeping keen eyes on the human intruder. Castiel doesn't take
their eyes from the bearer either, but allows them closer, feeling safe with
their protector.
 
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Ellen
 
Ellen stops a few feet away from the human and tiguar. Making sure not to spook
the sadəsikari too badly. At their side is Alfie, nose twitching and watching
the situation with curious eyes.
 Ellen lets the human get used to her presence.
 Lets nem nuzzle into Dean's side and take comfort in their warmth and breath.
 She lets this go on for a good hour before she speaks.
 “My name is Ellen,” The human's head jerks up, staring at her with wide eyes.
By that look, Ellen could swear the human'd almost all but forgotten about her
presence. “What's your's, little one?”
 They don't answer. Just stares.
 Face burried in the tiguar's side, the only part visible is their eyes.
 Samandriel's in their lap.
 “Little one?” Ellen prompts. But the human doesn't answer.
 That's how it goes for the next few hours, till dusk begins to settle. At that
time, with a defeated smile, Ellen gives up for the day. “Alright, sweetheart.
I'll ask again next time. Goodnight.” And departs.
 
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Castiel
 
The bearer leaves as the sun starts to set.
 Castiel's honestly confused about them.
 All they'd ask the entire day was nir name.
 It isn't till they're out of sight that they sigh and relax completely into
their tiguar's pelt. Their hand nestled on their bunny's coat.
 After a moment of silence, they actually answer. Their voice only loud enough
for their animals to hear. “My name is Castiel.”
 
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Samandriel
 
Their ears twitch as Castielfinally answers. His nose twitches in sync. If he
was wise his brows would furrow and he would frown in confusion.
 Why not answer when Ellen was here?
 But Samandriel shrugs off the question with a simple answer; Because they were
scared.
 
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Dean
 
The tiguar's body tightens protectively 'round their mate's body, which is
quickly falling to sleep after nir declaration.
 After finally hearing their name, they feel like they've been given a gift.
 Castiel.
 Alfie and he will have to inform the others.
 Perhaps, while Castiel is still scared, Ellen will ask nem questions and
they'll answer to Dean and Samandriel.
 It's not the best solution, but it's doable.
 And as the three of them nestle in for sleep, it's the only solution Dean can
come up with.
 
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Ellen
 
Castiel is merely human. Ne doesn't have very strong senses, so it was easy for
her to hide in the treeline and listen in.
 It was also easy for Gabriel, who's at her side.
 Hiding easily in the shadows with eager eyes.
 “Well, go on,” she prompts.
 With a little yip!the vulpes sprints forward to join the drowzing feline and
leporine. The cervidae chuckles, wondering how the hominidae will react in the
morning when they notice their newest companion.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I TRIED
***** NOT A CHAPTER *****
So I was gonna finish this up all in one go right and I still am but I thought
I could get it done this week because I sketched out the last like 3 chapters
months ago and just needed to do the middle chapters which are always the most
evil to write but so I went searching for the final pieces and I CANNOT FIND
THEM and im so pissed at myself *CRIES* but I'm gonna get there. I think i may
have actually written it by hand *GASPS AND CRIES SOME MORE BECAUSE NOW I HAVE
TO SEARCH THROUGH MY PILES OF PAPERS* *i need a better organization system like
sincerely*
also I realized that I hated making this into chapters because it was weird so
the next update will be ALL of the rest of it. XD I have like ten pages
sketched out already (not including the missing pieces) so it'll be substantial
Thank you all so much for your patience <3
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