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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Sam_Winchester, Jessica_Moore/Sam_Winchester, Sam_Winchester/
      Original_Male_Character(s), Tyson_Brady/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Castiel, Tyson_Brady_(Demon), Jessica
      Moore, Original_Characters, Lucifer_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Demon_Blood_Addiction, Hurt_Sam_Winchester, Protective_Castiel, Drug_Use,
      Torture_In_The_Cage, That's_Where_The_Non-Con_Warning_Comes_in, Pining
      Castiel, Requited_Love, Slow_Burn, Bottom_Sam, Angst, No_Destiel, Or
      Wincest, Damn, Underage_Sex, Bullying
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-15 Chapters: 1/? Words: 719
****** The Angel and the Boy With the Demon Blood ******
by Holy_Mother_Of_Winchester
Summary
     He could not feel. He would not. Samuel Winchester belonged to Hell,
     he was the enemy.
     Castiel must not forget.
Notes
     Hey ya'll, here's some Sastiel for you. I've been dying to write a
     fic with this ship being the centerfold for so LONG and I've finally
     started, yay.
     With this I've decided to make it maybe a little AU by introducing
     Cas waaaay before s4 as Sam's guardian angel or whatever you want to
     call it.
     Most of this will be in either Cas or Sam's pov, and yes this is
     multi chaptered so prepare for the ice age. The first chapter is a
     little short but I thought it made a nice little intro into what I
     was aiming for.
     Alright so enjoy and please don't hesitate to let me know what you
     guys think. THANKYOU.
Castiel, one of the many Angel’s of the Lord, looked down at the sleeping boy
beside him. The child’s hair was stuck to his forehead, and his lips were
opened in a silent scream.
Samuel Winchester was having another nightmare.
Castiel feels a stab of pity for the weak human before him, but quashes it down
just as quickly as it came. Castiel must not let himself be rendered by human
emotions, so many of his brothers and sisters have fallen because of feelings.
And Castiel swore to himself that he would not follow. No, he had a job to do.
His eyes trail the room until they find the still figure of the oldest
Winchester bundled in blankets, and deeming the older boy momentarily
incapacitated with sleep he stepped closer to the other child laying before
him.
Castiel pauses for a moment, frown deepening the lines of his aged vessels
forehead. His superior, Anachel told him not to get too close to the human, but
the angel was sure that a little physical contact could not harm the child, and
he hated to see even a human filled with such distress.
Hesitantly he reaches a hand out and lightly grazes the boys damp cheek,
fingers twitching at the unexpected heat underneath the skin. He breathes
deeply, and cradles the boy’s jaw more firmly. “It is alright, Samuel
Winchester. You are stronger than it.”
Samuel’s brow crinkles in mental acknowledgement and his eyelashes flutter
against his startling red cheeks. The angel makes a strange noise, not knowing
quite what it is, but he hopes that it is soothing. “You can fight it, boy.”
Oh, this child was so much more than a boy, Castiel knew. He feels strangely in
awe at being able to bask in the presence of one of Lucifer’s chosen. His other
angel brother’s and sister’s would frown upon Castiel’s devotion and complete
respect for the younger Winchester, but oh, the thought of this fragile mortal
body being able to hold the very essence of an archangel made Castiel’s wings
twitch with excitement. This boy was special, he once again looks over to where
the other Winchester is sleeping, and silently corrects himself. No, these boys
were special. Lucifer’s vessel and the Michael sword held a significant weight
of this world in their miniscule hands and Castiel thought it was magnificent.
The angel had been thrilled when Anachel had sent him to pick out a vessel on
Earth and to watch over Samuel Winchester. The first night he had visited one
of their run down motel rooms he had stood by the child’s side, watching as the
demon blood flowing through his system sent his body through extremes that no
human should endure. Castiel found it difficult to escape Dean Winchester’s
attention, as the boy was attuned to his little brother’s plight, and would
curl against him when Samuel’s cries became too loud and eventually woke him.
Those nights Castiel could do nothing but watch.
But now Castiel could do more. He gently removed his hand from the boys cheek,
Samuel gave a whine and even while in sleep tried to chase the touch. Castiel
felt a foreign feeling pulling at his vessels mouth, a smile, his intellect
informs him. He forces himself to stop immediately and replaces the fond
expression with his usual facade.
Scolding himself he touches the line between the boy’s eyebrows slightly, the
familiar feeling of his grace curling around them both make his wings simmer
and he closes his eyes. He opens them when he hears a breathless sigh below him
and looks down on high alert, ready to flee. Samuel’s face has smoothed out,
his face portraying one in a restful sleep. His face is still covered in a
light sheen of sweat and his cheeks are still an alarming shade of pink but the
boy has fought the worst of the poison for now.
Castiel has done all he could do for tonight. The boy’s brother will wake soon
and comfort him in the way Castiel couldn’t.
With a tight feeling in his chest Castiel flies back to Heaven, ready to give
his daily report back to his superior.
He could not feel. He would not. Samuel Winchester belonged to Hell, he was the
enemy.
Castiel must not forget.
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