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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Destiel
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel_(Supernatural), Sam_Winchester, Jo_Harvelle,
      Ellen_Harvelle, Gabriel_(Supernatural), Lucifer_(Supernatural), Benny
      Lafitte, Alastair_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Slave_Castiel, Hurt_Castiel, Scared_Castiel, Slavery, Slave_Trade, Past
      Rape/Non-con, Physical_Abuse, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Hurt/
      Comfort, Fluff, Eventual_Smut, Eventual_Happy_Ending, Flashbacks, Post-
      Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-22 Updated: 2018-01-14 Chapters: 14/? Words: 74658
****** The Guardian Angel's Angel ******
by IAmProudOfUs, MAPMonstersArePerceptions
Summary
     In a hopeless environment where he's been beaten and broken into
     submission Castiel finds hope once more in the arms of his own
     guardian angel.
Notes
     I don't own anything aside from my grammatical mistakes.
     This was written when a while ago when I needed something to do while
     I was at work and there wasn't much going on. If you want me to
     continue it let me know and we can collaborate or something, I'd love
     to continue it if I had a little help!
     Let us know what you think in the comments, but please keep them kind
     we appreciate critiques and feedback, but not mean or rude comments.
     Thank you! Enjoy!
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***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
It was dim in the warehouse Dean walked around, but it was full to the brim of
people who had the money to spend on a slave or two. Dean detested slavery, but
he was here on a mission to save a particular one; his name was Castiel and he
was an angel. He knew the asking price and was prepared to meet it with the
case of money he had that he kept a death grip on. Looking around at a few of
the slaves he saw the same looked. These men and women were dead inside, he
knew what they went through better than any of these people here. He also knew
people were watching him because he was new and these people tend to be
cautious of new buyers, but Dean had a contact here so he was able to blend in
easily. He found the holding area that was housing the angel, he could see him
from here and it broke his heart, but he didn’t do anything that would give him
away. The angle was suspended from the ground his wings chained to him so much
so that he could see the marks left by the chains on the angel’s chest. His
hands were chained behind him and his ankles were chained together with a large
metal collar wrapped around his throat. The sight was honestly sad, his wings
were massive compared to anything and Dean knew they had power behind them, but
they looked like no one had taken care of them and the angel himself looked to
be malnutritioned, Dean could see his ribs from here. He shook his head and
sighed, he had his work cut out for him.
Dean saw the slaver and nodded walking up to him, "You Tony Rogers?" He asked
and Dean nodded, "Yes sir, I'm here to deliver the money for my buyer and pick
up his product." He said, best to keep his real name a secret because he didn't
want anyone knowing his name so they could look him up. The man nodded and Dean
felt tense, but he had nerves of steel and didn't look worried or tense on the
outside, he acted professionally. After the man signed some documents and Dean
signed as well he handed over the money and they counted it while he walked
over to the cage holding the angel and looked him over warily. The angel was
hanging his head and looking down not paying attention until he sensed someone
staring at him and lifted his head. The amount of pain and sadness in his eyes
was almost overwhelming, but Dean kept his composure and looked him over like
any slave owner would, assessing the product with cold calculating eyes. The
angel swallowed visibly scared and lowered his head again letting out a sound
that broke Dean's heart. He turned to the man a calm look on his face, "Why
hasn't he been cared for? My employer isn't in the business of nursing broken
slaves back to life." He said, the irony ringing true in his words, and the man
glared at Dean, "He tried to escape so this is his punishment, if your employer
doesn't like it he can go find an angel somewhere else." He spat and Dean
rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the angel, "So you tried to run
off." He thought, "Guess being killed by an animal would be a better fate than
slowly being starved to death and chained up." He commented in his mind.
After a few minutes the slaver walked over and handed him the file and keys,
“He’s all yours.” He said and looked at the angel, “He responds to ripping out
feathers so if he gives you trouble that’s the best way to make him stop.” He
said and when the slaver said that the angel looked up at them fear painted on
his face his wings giving a weak jump. He let out another sound that made Dean
swallow the lump in his throat and looked to the angel. His face screamed fear
while his wings looked like he was pulling them to his body even more and Dean
almost broke, but he just kept his face neutral then looked to the slaver,
“I’ll take him from here, thank you.” He said and then the slaver nodded
walking off to tend to other things. Dean looked to the angel and sighed
opening the cage and walked over to him lowering the chains till the angel was
on the floor, but he was staring at Dean tears streaming down his face. He was
terrified and was trying to crawl away even though he couldn’t really move.
Dean didn’t let any emotion show even though he wanted to take the chains off
and just hold him. He pulled out a syringe from his jacket and knelt down
beside the angel, “Just calm down and relax.” He said quietly then stuck his
arm gently ripping a cry from the angel which made Dean want to apologize, but
he just injected him with the drug and rested his hand on the angels head
stroking his hair gently hoping to calm him. The angel looked at him fear
swimming in his eyes as he slowly closed them and fell asleep. Dean relaxed
when he fell asleep and picked him up putting him over his shoulder and walking
out showing his papers so they knew he bought the slave fair and square. He got
to his car, thankfully without incident, and put him inside. He didn’t take any
of the chains or restraints off until he started the car and drove away for a
good hour then he pulled over to the side of the road and took all the chains
off of him, even the collar, but he had a different one to put on him. It was a
soft leather with plush lining so it didn’t irritate the slave’s neck, he could
see the rash already growing and he sighed, “You’re safe now.” He said softly
before he took the chains and other restraints and put them in the trunk
grabbing a soft blanket and a pillow for him. He set up the poor man so he was
comfortable with the blanket over him and the pillow under his head. He had a
hard time with the wings because they were so large and his feathers were
falling out, Dean hoped to god he wasn’t molting. After he had him situated and
comfortable Dean smiled at him and ran his fingers through his hair gently,
“You’re safe now my friend.” He said softly and the angel leaned into the
gentle touch, “Just rest and when you wake up I’ll explain everything.” He told
him and kissed his forehead once again before he tucked him in and then closed
the door and trunk going back to the driver’s seat. He had a good day and a
half journey and he knew Castiel would wake up before he got to his brothers
ranch, he hoped the angel would be calm so he could explain everything. He
sighed, at least he had him safely in his ownership so if anything happened
Dean could easily lay claim to him because he was wearing his trademark collar.
He yawned and kept driving, he had a long journey and he needed to drive for at
least the better part of a day before he could find a motel and sleep. As he
drove he heard the angel whimpering in his drugged sleep and Dean felt his
heart ache for the poor angel. He turned on some music, Led Zeppelin, and
turned it down so it wasn’t too loud and sang along softly driving smoothly for
the angels sake.
Castiel woke up twelve hours later. He felt so comfortable, if incredibly sore
and groggy. He groaned and started to sit up because he was so disoriented, was
he moving? He opened his eyes seeing double for a second before his vision
focused and he blinked a few times looking around the black interior of the car
and felt his heart drop. He went stiff and looked at the driver seat and saw
the man that had bought him singing along to some music Castiel had never
heard. He felt his heart start to race as he realized he was sold and he
whimpered which caught the man’s attention and he covered his mouth closing his
eyes afraid to make a sound. All he did was move to the side of the car
farthest away from the man and coward silently and when he heard the car slow
to a stop and he whimpered again afraid the man would hurt him just to show him
that he was in charge, but what happened was quite the opposite, “Hey, hey
relax.” Said the man in a soft voice and Castiel swallowed, but did as he said
and relaxed minutely. He opened his eyes and looked at the man, his new master,
but he looked kind if a little rough, “Listen to me okay?” He asked and Castiel
nodded his heart still pounding, “My name is Dean Winchester, I’m here to help
you.” He said softly, “Right now we are heading over to my brother’s ranch down
in Texas.” He explained slowly, “We are about a days drive from his place, but
I need to go to a motel and sleep because I can’t drive all the way there on no
sleep.” He said and yawned again rubbing his eyes. Castiel had relaxed a little
bit, but he was still pressed against the door nervous, “I’m going to find a
small convenient store and get something for you to eat because I’m sure you’re
hungry and I need something to eat before I pass out.” He said smiling, “After
we’re going to a motel and I’m going to get a room with two queens, you’ll get
your own bed and you can do whatever you want in the room.” He said, “I need
you to stay inside because if you leave the room I can’t protect you.” He said
and Castiel nodded, but didn’t say anything. Dean smiled and yawned again,
“Okay, so now that that’s settled.” He said and turned around and buckled back
up, “You’re more than welcome to lay back down and relax cause it may be a
while before we find a place for food and then a motel.” He said and started
driving again. Castiel swallowed and looked down at the pillow and the blanket
and then felt his throat and felt a different collar. He sighed softly, still a
slave it seemed, and laid back down and pulled the blanket up around him and
relaxed smelling a strong scent, leather and whiskey and something else that
calmed him to a light doze. He dozed for a while until he heard the man speak
again, “When we get to the motel I’m going to have to use a leash because of
this state’s laws.” He said with a sigh, “When we get inside the room though
I’ll take it off.” He said and Castiel nodded, he understood, but he was
nervous about if Dean would do something behind closed doors or even in front
of people. They drove in silence while the only noise was Dean’s singing and
the music playing on the radio until finally Dean found a gas station and
smiled, “Stay here okay?” He said, “You’re in the car and technically it’s my
property so they can’t fine me for not restraining you.” He said, “Besides, I
know the locals would want to touch you and I bet you’re sick of being
touched.” He said with a sigh, “I know how you feel.” He said with a sigh then
turned the car off, “Just stay here and I”ll be back with something to eat.” He
said then looked to Castiel, “Is there anything you like in particular?” He
asked, “A favorite soda or snack food?” He asked and Castiel looked up at Dean
shaking his head, “N-No sir.” He said quietly his voice hoarse and scratchy.
Dean nodded, “I’ll get you some water and I’ll grab some tea, it will help with
a scratchy throat.” He said and Castiel looked up at him, “Thank you.” He said
this time and coughed his throat felt very dry actually, he was incredibly
thirsty and Dean knew he probably hadn’t had water in a few days so he made a
note to grab a lot of water so Castiel could quench his thirst and figured he
could grab some meat, cheese, bread and chips so he had something to eat while
Dean passed out, “I’ll be back in a flash.” He said and stepped out of the car
locking the doors and walking to the store. He grabbed what he needed within a
few moments and then paid for it also grabbing a couple slices of pie because
why not. When he walked outside he saw some kids by his car looking in and
sighed. He knew they were gawking at the angel in his backseat, but that wasn’t
their business, “Hey!” He called his voice sounding that like a father, “You
should get away from that car!” He said and he kids looked over and quickly ran
off to Dean’s relief. He went over and unlocked the door getting inside and
shutting it locking them again. He looked to the backseat and saw that Castiel
was hiding under the blanket whimpering quietly and he sighed, “Hey, it’s
okay.” He said softly, “Those kids are gone.” He said and Castiel looked up at
Dean afraid, “I-I’m sorry.” He stuttered and Dean shook his head, “No, it’s
okay, I didn’t mean to scare you and I know those kids were just being kids so
don’t worry about them.” He said and Castiel nodded laying back down and
pulling the blanket up close to him. Dean smiled and started the car, “Now
let’s find a place so I can crash and you can eat.” He said and pulled out
driving for a while. Castiel didn’t know how to feel about this man. So far he
had been kind and, even if his voice scared him, he was very considerate.
Castiel saw the water in the bag and swallowed wanting some to drink, but he
wouldn’t ask, if this man didn’t give him any water than he didn’t deserve it.
After a few minutes Dean realized he hadn’t given Castiel some water and
reached into the bag, “Oh, I’m sorry, I grabbed some water for you.” He said
and grabbed the water bottle holding it behind him so he could take it, “I bet
you’re thirsty.” He said and Castiel looked at the water bottle like it was the
answer to everything that was wrong with the world. He grabbed it with
trembling hands and opened it drinking it in one large gulp then leaned back
down panting lightly, he was still thirsty, but at least he didn’t feel like he
was going to die of thirst, “Thank you.” He said his voice still gravely and
deep, but that was normal. He saw Dean smile in the rear view mirror and he
grabbed another water bottle, “Don’t mention it, you need to keep hydrated if
you want to get your strength back.” He said and Castiel took the water with a
little bit less shaky hands, “I have a lot more water if you want some, just
let me know and I can give you another bottle.” He said and Castiel nodded.
They drove in silence once again and after another thirty minutes Dean found a
small motel and smiled, “Oh sweet relief.” He said happily, “Rest for me and
food for you is in sight.” He said and pulled into the parking lot, “Stay here,
it’s best if we keep your movement outside to a minimum in this state, I don’t
want anyone to hurt you.” He said and Castiel nodded and sat up holding his
hands, “O-Okay.” He said quietly and waited for Dean. Dean smiled and got out,
once again locking the doors, and went to the office. He was the only one there
and started to write down the room he needed, but the man behind the counter
looked at his car and saw the collar, “Slaves don’t get a bed, they have to
sleep on the floor, it’s policy.” He said looking at Dean pointedly, “It’s my
business if I want my slave to sleep on a bed or not.” He said looking at the
man, “I don’t care what you do, but those are the rules, if you don’t want to
follow them then go find another place to spend the night.” He said and Dean
groaned, “Fine, one king.” He said and the man smiled writing him down for one
king then gave Dean the key, “Have a nice stay.” He said and Dean rolled his
eyes, “Whatever.” He said and walked back to the car and opened the passenger
side door, “Let me take our stuff, this stupid manager is an ass so just wait.”
He said and grabbed the bags with food and his bag and went to the motel room
opening it up and putting his stuff on the small table. After he went back to
the car and saw the manager standing by it looking at the angel. Castiel had
seen him walk over and just looked down sitting up straight, he didn’t know
what he was supposed to do, but Dean had told him to stay here and he was going
to do what he was told, “Now what kind of slave are you?” He asked and Castiel
could hear him, could hear everything, his vile thoughts, the things he wanted
to do to him, it made him whimper and close his eyes, “Bet that master of yours
gets a good fuck out of you.” He said and then Dean walked up, “Hey, get away
from my car.” He said walking over to the man. The man looked at Dean and held
his hands up, “Hey, sorry man, just looking at the goods.” He said and Dean
rolled his eyes, “They aren’t for sale.” He said pointedly and the manager
smirked, “Oh really?” He asked and looked at the slave, “How much for a night?”
He asked and Castiel felt his heart drop hearing those words. Dean closed his
eyes and took a calming breath, “He’s not in service.” He said and looked at
the man, “He’s here to keep me company, not for anything more.” He said, “He’s
my legally and you’re going to keep on walking.” He said, “I don’t want to see
you near my car or that man again.” He said and the manager rolled his eyes,
“Oh please like you haven’t fucked that ass before.” He said and Dean shook his
head, “He isn’t a sex slave.” He said, “This man is my companion and I swear to
god if you touch him, so much as reach for him, that hand will be broken faster
than you can register it.” He said his voice dark and low his eyes promising to
follow through with his threat and the man held his hands up, “Touchy touchy,
fine.” He said and shook his head, “But if you change your mind let me know how
much he is a night and I’ll pay up, I’ve got a couple grand in cash.” He said
with a wink and walked off. Castiel hadn’t heard anything else other than the
man asking how much he was for the night and he had tears streaming down his
face, of course he was going to be a sex slave again, why would he be good for
anything else? He whimpered and closed his eyes tight and waited for Dean to
hand him over to that greasy looking man, but it never happened. Dean watched
the man walk off and then went to his trunk and opened it grabbing the leash
and then went to Castiel’s door and opened it, “Come on, let’s head to our
room.” He said as he locked the leash on his collar and then Castiel stood
silently and followed him to their room his wings being held to his back almost
painfully so. Castiel walked into the room first and just stood as Dean locked
the door waiting for him to tell him to strip and wait for the man to come.
Dean on the other hand locked the door, making sure to lock every lock so no
one could get in and then went to Castiel and took off the collar all together,
“That asshole of a manager said I couldn’t let you sleep on a bed.” He said and
shook his head, “So I got a king.” He told him, “You can sleep on it, I’ll take
the floor.” He said and yawned, “Just don’t wake me up please.” He said rubbing
his eyes and then he noticed how Castiel was tense all over again and had tears
streaming down his face, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly placing a
gentle hand on Castiel’s cheek wiping away his tears, but Castiel shook his
head, “W-When should I expect the man to pick me up?” He asked his voice
quivering and Dean looked at him confused, “Pick you up?” He asked, “No one’s
going to…” He trailed off and realized that Castiel heard the conversation, but
obviously not the important parts. He sighed softly and wrapped his arms around
the smaller man, “No one is going to come and pick you up Castiel.” He said
softly, “You are going to stay here all night and fill up on sandwiches and
chips as well as water and then rest in that bed.” He said softly, “Tomorrow we
are going to get back on the road and drive to my brothers ranch.” He said
rubbing his back, “You’re not being pimped out, I swear.” He said softly and
Castiel tensed up then relaxed and leaned into Dean’s embrace just breathing in
his scent and felt the fear that he had been feeling melt away as he was
embraced with Dean’s scent. He sighed softly and Dean smiled, “Now you eat, I’m
gonna grab a pillow and blanket from the car so I can sleep on the floor.” He
said and went to let go of Castiel, but he didn’t let go, “You don’t have to do
that.” He said quietly and Dean stopped, “Why not?” He asked confused, “I doubt
you want to sleep in the same bed as me.” He said and Castiel pulled away and
looked down, “W-Well, I mean, I wouldn’t mind it.” He said quietly and Dean
smiled at him, “Well if you say so.” He said and yawned, “I’m going to strip to
just my underwear, I can’t sleep in jeans.” He said and Castiel nodded, “O-
Okay.” He said and Dean did what he said stripping to just his boxer briefs and
got into bed snuggling up on the edge, “Just turn off the lights when you want
to sleep, I’m a heavy sleeper so don’t worry about making noise.” He said and
Castiel nodded, “Everything in those bags is yours so just eat as much as you
want.” He told him and then he closed his eyes and got comfortable and fell
asleep.
Castiel looked at Dean and tilted his head, he was the most chill master he’s
ever had, but he was also so protective of him, like Castiel actually meant
something it made him feel good about himself. It took a while, but Castiel ate
some food and drank some water not bothering with the tea because by the time
he had food and drink in his belly he was getting tired so he turned the lights
off and closed the blinds and curtains, he didn’t want anyone to see him
because he didn’t want Dean to get in trouble for letting him sleep on the bed,
then went to bed slipping in under the blankets and seeing Dean snoring
lightly. He was facing away from him and Castiel smiling laying his wing over
the man moving over to him pressing his front to Dean’s back nuzzling the back
of his neck happily. Dean grumbled in his sleep then rolled over and wrapped an
arm around Castiel pulling him close and burying his face in Castiel’s hair
while Castiel’s face was pressed against the crook of Dean’s neck. He smiled
and nuzzled it before he closed his eyes and let sleep find him. He drifted off
slowly to sleep feeling safe for the first time in a very long time.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     Dean wakes up to a mouth full of feathers and a terrified angel in
     his arms and an accident in the bed. While the angel is afraid to
     even look at Dean, Dean just smiles and works the angel towards
     calming down and getting clean once again. After the morning
     excitement Dean and Castiel continue their trip to the ranch down in
     Texas.
Chapter Notes
     Since I got so many comments saying you guys want to continue I
     decided to work on this during my lunch break at work.
     This is my Easter gift to you guys :D I said I would get it out this
     weekend and I did, I've very proud for actually getting it done so
     there you go. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was in the afternoon when Dean woke up groggy and confused with a mouth full
of feathers. He made a face and coughed sending the stray feathers flying out
of his mouth and groaned, "Oh god." Before he just sucked it up and swallowed
the fuzzies that refused to leave his mouth. After, he just relaxed for a
minute trying to remember what happened yesterday. He didn't feel like shit, in
fact he felt really good with a warm body in his arms pressed against him and
he couldn't help but move closer to the warmth and hum happily. That was until
he heard the whimper from the body and opened his eyes to see the look of utter
fear plastered on the angels face. He immediately looked down and swallowed
hard, "I-I'm so sorry." He whimpered quietly pulling his wings painfully close
to him, "I-I tr-tried to... I'I didn't m-mean to..." He started and then Dean
could feel the angel gripping the sheets tightly, "P-Please don't hurt me." He
begged covering his head as he tried to hide himself from Dean's eyes. Dean
however, was very confused, what did the angel do? He looked around the room
and didn't see anything out of place and he ended up shifting, but then he felt
it. He looked down and under the sheets the bed was wet, and so was he and the
angel. The poor thing had wet himself, probably woke up much earlier than Dean,
and Dean had him in his arms which meant he wasn't going anywhere because Dean
always kept a tight grip when he slept, it was a habit. That coupled with the
fact that he told Castiel not to wake him up, the poor angel probably tried
desperately to hold it.
Dean sighed softly and rubbed the angel's back gently, he already had his arms
around the angel so he took advantage of being able to comfort him, "It's okay
Castiel." He said softly and shushed him quietly letting the angel slowly calm
down, he knew this was going to be a pain to deal with, but it wasn't the
Castiel's fault and Dean didn't blame him at all. He sighed softly and just
held Castiel close rubbing his back gently, he knew the angel would be afraid
because wetting the bed was a bad thing, but Dean was patient and knew it was
just an accident, "It was an accident, it was nobody's fault." He told him
gently and the angel shook his head weakly, "I-It was my fault." He whimpered,
"I-I'm n-no good." He said and then let out a sob, broken and vulnerable, this
poor angel was completely broken, if he had been bought by anyone else he would
have been beaten for all of this, whipped for wetting the bed, beaten for
sobbing and begging, Dean knew this all too well. Dean himself could only feel
his own heart break know this angel was almost to the point of no return, Dean
wandered if he was already too far gone, but he wasn't one to give up no matter
the odds. He just held the weeping angel and let him cry it out not worrying
about the bed that was wet or himself, he was going to hold Castiel until he
was finished crying. This angel needed to let it out, he knew there wasn't
enough time for him to grieve and cry and let out all the things he's had to
deal with throughout the years, but Dean would let the man cry for however long
he needed right now.
It was an hour before the angel's sobs turned into quieter gasps and whimpers
till he was having trouble breathing and Dean knew he needed to calm down so he
pulled angel close, he had been rubbing his back for a while then moved up and
ran his fingers through his hair because he knew after a while of rubbing his
back his skin would be irritated and Castiel didn't need that right now. He
made sure they were chest to chest and Dean spoke softly to Castiel, "It's
going to be okay." He said and let his breathing turn to deep calming breathes,
"It's going to be okay, just follow my breathing." He said softly, "Can you do
that for me?" He asked and Castiel nodded weakly as he placed his arms
awkwardly on Dean's sides, he didn't know where to put them and right now he
didn't have time to think. Slowly he started to go from gasping and almost
hyperventilating to breathing slowly and evenly. Dean smiled softly and stroked
his hair gently, "That it." He encouraged, "You're doing great." He said softly
and after about ten more minutes Castiel was breathing calmly pressed up
against Dean uncomfortably so. Dean let go of Castiel and moved away which made
the angel recoil and flinch, but he didn't move to protect himself, that
instinct was beaten out of him, self defense wasn't part of him anymore, he
would flinch, but never try to defend himself. Dean kept himself from frowning
and looked at him, "It's going to be okay Castiel." He said softly, "You're not
in trouble." He said and Castiel bit his lip to keep from whimpering and nodded
which Dean felt like it was somewhat of an improvement, "Now, why don't you go
and take a shower." He said, "I'll deal with the sheets and I'll let the
manager know I wet the bed." He said and Castiel frowned and shook his head,
"I-It wasn't you." He said his eyes filling with tears again, but Dean stopped
him, "I know, I know." He said reaching out and grabbing his hand gently, "I
know it wasn't me, but if I say it was you then you'll be punished and it was
ultimately my fault because I told you not to wake me up. You were just
following my orders, you shouldn't be punished for that." He said and gently
stroked Castiel's hand while the angel sniffled and shook his head, "I-I should
be punished." He said and looked down, Castiel thought he should be whipped, at
least fifteen lashings, and then used by the manager for ruining his bed, as
well as forced to stay in his clothes for the rest of the day without any
shower or food; That's what would have happened with his old master, he was
very unforgiving, he demanded perfection from his slaves and those who couldn't
perform were either beaten or sold if they didn't die from the punishment.
Dean smiled and held Castiel's hand gently, "Are you telling me you won't do as
I ask?" He asked him looking at Castiel confused, this was a slave born and
raised and he was, in a way, saying no to Dean which shocked him. However,
Castiel heard Dean's question and his heart sank and he looked up at him fear
painted over his face, "N-No sir, I-I didn't mean... I-I..." He started, but he
didn't know how to correct himself and he frowned as his lip quivered in fear,
he was going to be killed he knew it, any slave who says no to their master is
punished severely and Castiel didn't mean for it to sound like that. He could
feel his heart beating a million miles a second and he looked terrified, "P-
Please sir, I-I will do anything you ask." He whimpered and closed his eyes
afraid to look at Dean. Castiel was starting to assume Dean was the kind of
master who played tricks on his slaves, he would lull them into a false sense
of security and then rip the rug out from under them. He whimpered and gripped
Dean's hand, "Please forgive me." He begged afraid to open his eyes, afraid to
see Dean's face. Dean on the other hand was just holding Castiel's hand gently
and rubbing it softly, "You swear you'll do anything I ask of you?" He asked
him softly and Castiel nodded fervently, he would do anything his master told
him to, anything he said no matter what it was, but he was so afraid of that as
well. Dean smiled and pulled Castiel's hand to his lips giving it a gentle
kiss, "Then I am asking you to go take a shower." He said and Castiel looked up
at him afraid, he knew what this meant, "Sh-Should I prepare myself for you?"
He asked and let his gaze fall down again resigned to be a sex slave once
again, but Dean frowned and shook his head, "No, no sweetheart, I don't want to
sleep with you Castiel." He said and continued to hold his hand, "I want you to
clean yourself while I clean the room." He said, "I am not going to enter the
bathroom until you open the door." He said, "I have clothes for you to change
into when you finish, just put them in the bathroom with you so you can change
when you get out." He said and gently rubbed his thumb over Castiel's hand to
calm him down, "I'm going to give you the clothes now, okay?" He asked and
Castiel nodded timidly. Dean smiled and let go of Castiel's hand gently before
he got up and went to his bag, he was already chafing and it was painful, but
he could deal with it while Castiel showered, he'd shower after him. He grabbed
the clothes as well as some special soap for Castiel because as an angel he
can't use regular soap or it will damage his wings. He put the clothes on the
counter in the bathroom and then soap in the shower for him then walked out,
"Okay, there is soap for you to use because I know you can't use regular soap
or it will damage your wings." He said and Castiel stood and walked over
hesitantly, "T-Thank you sir." He said quietly and Dean smiled, "You're very
welcome." He said and stepped out of the way, "Just take as long as you need
while I deal with this." He said and Castiel nodded and stepped into the
bathroom and closed the door, he didn't lock it though, he didn't trust Dean to
not punish him if he locked the door.
Dean smiled and sighed when Castiel went to take a shower then went and dealt
with the bed. He frowned and wished he wasn't such a cuddler in his sleep, if
he wasn't Castiel could have easily been able to get out of his arms and go to
the bathroom. Dean sighed again and shook his head going about taking the
sheets off and putting them on the side of the bed. He had some cream, thank
god, to help with rashes and he knew he was going to need some after his
shower. After ten minutes he had dealt with the bed, as best he could, cleaned
up his stuff and head his clothes ready so he could take a shower. It was after
another ten that he heard the shower turn off and knew Castiel was done with
the shower which meant he could take one very soon. He hoped the angel was able
to clean his wings, but he knew they wouldn't be very well groomed because it
was a tight space and Castiel didn't have any of the things he needed to
properly groom his wings. He sat on the chair next to the bed and relaxed
letting his legs spread open, he was so uncomfortable right now because of the
chafing and he knew he smelt pretty bad, but he would wait for Castiel to be
done before he took a shower. He yawned and leaned back in the chair just
relaxing and trying to focus on something other than his rash. When he heard
Castiel open the bathroom door he smiled and stood up going to grab his
clothes. Castiel looked much better now that he had taken a shower though he
looked very small and Dean knew it was because he wasn't fed or anything, the
poor angel was severely underweight, but Dean would help him gain it back and
be healthy again, and well groomed. Castiel came in and held his clothes close
to his chest, he had a death grip on them, and went to kneel beside the bed,
but Dean stopped him, "Wait, before you sit down." He said and Castiel looked
at him worried and stopped where he was, "I-Is there anything I can do f-for
you sir?" He asked and Dean smiled, "There is one thing." He said and patted
the chair, "Sit here instead of the floor." He said and Castiel swallowed
thickly, "Y-Yes sir." He said and went over sitting down on the chair, his
heart was pounding because he was expecting this to be a trick, he would never
say no, but he knew when he sat down he would be punished because slaves aren't
allowed to sit on his masters chairs or eat his masters food, he wasn't an
equal he was beneath his master in every way. Dean smiled at him and knelt down
in front of him, "Now, doesn't that feel better than the floor?" He asked and
Castiel nodded silently, "How about I through those torn clothes away for you?"
He asked and Castiel tensed and held them even closer to his body, "P-Please
don't throw them away." He begged his eyes shining with tears, "I-I... Please."
He whimpered and Dean shushed him softly, "Okay, it's okay, calm down." He said
placing his hand on Castiel's elbow, "You can keep them if you like, I didn't
mean to upset you." He said and rubbed his arm gently, "When we get to my
brothers ranch we can have them washed if you would like that." He said smiling
and Castiel nodded, "P-Please?" He asked and Dean smiled, "Of course, now I'm
going to take a shower, I trust you will stay here?" He asked and Castiel
looked at him like he was crazy, "Y-You're not going to chain me up?" He asked
with a frown, "O-Or restrain me?" He asked and Dean just smiled at him, "Do I
need to?" He asked and Castiel didn't know how to answer that. Dean just kept
smiling at him, "Here's how I see it." He started and stood up going to his
clothes, "I'm going to go into the bathroom and close the door. You have a
choice to stay here or run away." He said, "I don't think you'll run away, but
if you think about it I just want you to know that I can't protect you out
there." He said and frowned, "I don't want you to get hurt especially because
that sleazy manager has his eye on you and I know you don't want to touch him."
He said and shook his head and shivered, "I don't want to touch him either." He
said and made a face, "I know that you know you're safer in here than out
there, here you have food, drink, warmth and shelter." He said and went to the
bathroom, "You're very smart, I know you are or you wouldn't be alive, the
stupid slaves tend to die early." He said and Castiel frowned and looked down,
"But I know you're not stupid, you're smart and I hope you think everything
through before you make your decision." He said then closed the door to the
bathroom and proceeded to take a shower.
While Dean was in the shower Castiel sat there going over what his master had
said, he just called him smart, he trusts him... Castiel didn't know what to do
with all of this information and all of these feelings, but his instincts told
him to stay while his heart told him to run. He longed to be free, he wanted it
more than anything in the whole world, but... Dean was kind to him and so far
has been such a very considerate and gentle master. Castiel prayed to anyone
listening that Dean wouldn't change and turn out to be a cold hearted master
like all the ones before him. He sat there and as he thought about everything
that has happened over the past day and decided he wanted to prove to his new
master that he wasn't stupid. Castiel wasn't stupid, he was smart and attentive
and he wasn't going to make the obviously stupid choice of leaving this room.
He sat there and while he wished he could just leave he knew he wouldn't. In
fact he wanted to prove to his new master that he was good more than he wanted
to admit.
Dean finished his shower after about ten minutes, there wasn't enough warm
water to have a long shower like he wanted, he got out and got dressed. He made
sure to take care of his rash and then when he was clothed opened the door
feeling like a new man. He sighed happily and looked around the room, but his
heart stopped and his smile was turned to a frown and feeling of dread. He
didn't see Castiel anywhere, or his bags.... He dropped his clothes and ripped
the door open to the parking lot and saw the angel by the car and that manager
pushing him against it. Dean didn't even have to think before he ran over and
tackled the man to the ground, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He
growled at the man and pinned him to the ground while he held the man's hand in
a very vulnerable position, "None of your business." Said the man and Dean felt
his whole made scream to break his hand and that's exactly what he did cause
the man to scream in pain and pull his hand away, "I told you if you what would
happen if you touched him." Dean said his voice dark and dripping with danger,
but the man just held his hand and writhed in pain. Dean frowned at him and
stood up turning to Castiel who was standing there trembling in fear and Dean's
face immediately softened as he walked over, "Castiel, he didn't hurt you did
he?" He asked his arms outstretched, he was offering a hug to the poor
frightened slave. Castiel whimpered and went over to Dean and went willingly
into his arms, he knew he was going to be punished, Dean probably thought he
tried to run away and the manager was stopping him, Castiel was in deep shit
and he was in so much trouble. The angel sobbed and Dean wrapped his arms
around him gently, "Hey, hey, it's okay, you're safe." He said as he rubbed his
back gently, "You're safe." He told him and Castiel gripped Dean's shirt with
shaky hands, "I-I'm so sorry." He sobbed and Dean shook his head, "What were
you doing out here?" He asked and Castiel was wracked with more sobs and Dean
regretted asking, "I-I was only trying to help." He whimpered and Dean was
confused so he looked around and saw that the trunk was open and his bag was
inside it, this poor slave was only trying to serve him. Dean sighed and shook
his head, "I-I wasn't trying to r-run, I-I swear." He whimpered his sobs
calming down to just quiet whimpered, "P-Please believe me." He begged as he
gasped and whimpered and Dean felt his heart breaking and warmed at the same
time. He sighed softly and shushed the angel so he could speak, "It's okay
Castiel, I believe you, I believe you." He said softly, "You are so good." He
said and the angel whimpered, "Thank you so much for packing my bag in the
car." He said softly and Castiel whimpered and nodded, "Y-you're welcome s-
sir." He said and Dean smiled, "It's okay Castiel, just calm down." He said
softly, he knew the angel was terrified and was prepared for a punishment, but
Dean wasn't going to punish him, or ever hurt him ever.
After a few minutes, the manager had finally left, probably to the hospital,
and Castiel had finally calmed down, "There we go." He said and then he noticed
the collar on Castiel and smiled, "You are so good Castiel." He said softly and
stroked smiled which made Castiel swallowed and look down, "T-Thank you sir."
He said, Castiel didn't expect his master to praise him, or even believe him,
he was so shocked, but he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Dean pulled
away completely after a minute and smiled at Castiel, "Why don't we hit the
road?" He asked and Castiel nodded, "Would you like to ride in the front seat
with me?" He asked, "Or do you want to stay in the back?" He added, he wanted
to show Castiel that he wasn't upset and he wasn't going to be punished, in
fact Dean was hoping Castiel would see this as a reward. The angel swallowed,
he'd never ridden in the front seat before, "I-I can ride in the front?" He
asked his eyes wide, he'd never thought in his life he'd be allowed to ride in
any front seat, but here he was his master offering and Castiel would accept if
his master truly meant it. Dean smiled and nodded, "Yes you can." He said and
walked over to the passenger side opening the door, "Why don't you get in and
I'll go grab my clothes, I left them inside... And my shoes." He said and
chuckled. Castiel nodded and went over getting into the front seat and put his
seat belt on immediately, he also moved his wing out of the way so Dean didn't
close the door on it.
The way Castiel's face lit up when Dean offered the front seat made him smile,
this poor angel needed to be rewarded more often for the little things. Dean
went to the room and made sure he got everything he left and then took the key
to the office, putting it on the desk, then went to the car and got in. He
smiled at Castiel, "Alright, you ready?" He asked and Castiel nodded, "Y-Yes
sir." He said and Dean smiled starting his car and hummed hearing it purr to
life, "That's my baby." He said patting the dash and then started the drive. It
was quiet for a good while before he saw he needed gas, "Looks like my baby's
hungry." He said then looked to Castiel, "How about you?" He asked and Castiel
tensed thinking of the best way to answer, "I-If you would allow me to eat I
would be eternally grateful sir." He said, he knew how to word his sentencing
so he never sounded like he was entitled to anything, even if it was food. Dean
just sighed softly, "Then how about we stop to get something to eat?" He asked
and Castiel looked down, "I-If you are hungry sir." He said and Dean shook his
head, "Are you hungry?" He asked and then he heard Castiel's stomach growl and
the angel frowned, but nodded, "Y-Yes sir?" He said his voice quiet and he made
it out like a question than an answer, he didn't want to sound disrespectful or
rude and he was afraid to say yes, but he couldn't lie to his master.
Dean smiled and nodded, "Then we'll both get some food." He said as he drove,
"Does a burger sound good?" He asked and Castiel swallowed, "Y-Yes sir." He
said, again timidly and afraid, he'd never had a burger, he didn't even know
what it was to be honest. Dean smiled and nodded, "Good, well it's settled
then." He said, "We'll be crossing into Texas very soon and when we do I'll
find a place we can both sit down and eat at, some places are very... Slave
discriminatory." He said with a frown, "Honestly, it's ridiculous that some
can't enter the place just because they wear a collar." He said and huffed
which made Castiel looked down, "I-I'm sorry sir." He said thinking Dean was
going to be angry at him, but Dean shook his head, "You didn't do anything
wrong Cas." He said softly with a smile towards him, "It's okay, I'm just upset
because they are mean to any slave they see and it makes me so mad." He said
and shook his head, "But that doesn't matter, I know exactly where we can eat
that is friendly to all types of people." He said and yawned then continued
driving.
After an thirty minutes longer and he was past the state line, "Well we are
officially in Texas." He said smiling and pulled into a gas station, "If you
want to step out and stretch your legs and wings you're more than welcome to, I
can't imagine being cramped in this car is comfortable, especially for your
wings." He said and Castiel was shocked this man was so attentive to him, "O-
Oh." He said and nodded, "Y-Yes, thank you." He said and got out of the car, he
scratched underneath the collar, but smiled because he liked not having the
lock on his, like it was his choice to wear it, at least it was something he
liked to think because Dean trusted him. While Dean filled up his car Castiel
walked a few feet away and let his wings stretch out. He bit his lip as he felt
all of his joints pop and crack, he longed for that because it felt so nice,
like pressure being released. He sighed and when he was finished he smiled
seeing his wings open and feeling the nice breeze though them, he even closed
his eyes and imagined he was flying, as free as a bird. He felt so relaxed just
getting lost in his imagination that he didn't notice when Dean finished
pumping the gas. Castiel was just lost in the breeze and the calming feeling
the wind had on him, he even arched his wings like he was going to fly away,
but he knew he couldn't, not with his wings in this state, it felt nice though,
like he could take off at any second. It was so nice that he even cracked a
very small smile, he loved flying when he was allowed to, but he hasn't flown
in... Too long. With that thought Castiel fell from his daydream and opened his
eyes to see he was still here at the same gas station with Dean, his master,
who was looking at him... In awe? Castiel didn't know why he was giving him
that look, but the angel quickly folded his wings behind him and went over
getting into the car, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stand out there for so
long." He said putting his seat belt on and looking down, but Dean just stood
there looking at the angel. He got into the car and shut the door, "No, no it's
okay, I'm just so impressed with your wings." He said smiling, "They are so
beautiful." He said and Castiel rubbed the back of his neck, "Not really, they
are very poorly maintained." He said and frowned looking down, "I-It was a
punishment because I wasn't good enough." He said and sighed defeated while
Dean shook his head, "They are beautiful Castiel, and when we get to my
brothers ranch we can have them properly groomed and taken care of." He said
smiling, "One of the workers is an expert on angels, she used to care for them
when she was owned by her previous master." He said smiling, he left out the
part where she wasn't owned anymore or that she chose to stay at the ranch, he
would let Castiel learn that on his own time, best to take things slowly.
Castiel nodded his heart relaxing, as well as himself, hearing that a slave
would be helping him with his wings, and a woman at that, they were always so
kind and he wasn't afraid of them. In fact all slaves built a bond with the
other slaves because of their situation in life, being a slave, it just was,
who else would watch your back than another slave who you did the same for? It
was a connection only slaves had with each other, no master could understand
that and no master ever would, at least that's what Castiel thought.
It was about an hour later before they came to a diner that was slave friendly
and Dean smiled. He and Castiel went in and got out without incident though
Dean was so shocked when he found out that Castiel had never had a burger
before. Castiel frowned and looked down after Dean had given him a face, "N-No
sir, I've never eaten a burger before." He said timidly hoping he hadn't
angered Dean in any way. Dean on the other hand was just so shocked and shook
his head, "Well don't you worry Cas, I'll make sure you have a proper burger, I
bet you'll love it too." He said smiling and Castiel just held his hands in his
lap, he'd never been in a diner before, or any restaurant before because he was
a slave, not a real person. He thought Dean was making a mistake taking him in
here, but the man refused to make him sit outside, hell Dean wouldn't use the
leash on him which scared Castiel because usually that meant if he strayed too
far from Dean, even just a foot too far, he would be punished so Castiel stayed
as close to Dean as he could. When he did that Dean was confused and had to
refrain from saying 'personal space' because he didn't want to make the angel
worry that he was doing something wrong. When the waitress came she smiled at
the two and took their order, she was very polite, even to Castiel and he had
never been treated with such kindness from someone who wasn't a slave before.
He nodded politely and thanked her knowing she was going out of her way to be
so kind to him, he didn't understand that in the south they were much kinder to
slaves than anywhere else. Dean sat there and smiled happily, he had a beer and
some water while Castiel only asked for water, he'd never been allowed to have
soda or anything else so he just drank water all the time, it was the only
thing his masters didn't regulate.
When their food came Dean scarfed down his food happily and when he was
finished leaned back in his chair happily humming contently while Castiel
swallowed thickly seeing the burger. He was starving, but he was still so
worried that someone was going to call him out for eating food not fit for him
and he would be punished for it. Dean noticed the slaves panicked face and
sighed softly, "Castiel." He said to him gently and the slave looked at him
worried, "It's okay, you aren't breaking any rules, in fact you want to know
why it's okay for you to eat that burger?" He asked with a soft smile and
Castiel nodded, he didn't know why he was being treated so kindly, it scared
him more than anything because usually there was a grace period, a sort of
honeymoon period where everything was great and perfect, but then when they got
to the peak it went downhill and it was an instant change. Dean just smiled at
him, "Because you've been so good and I wanted to reward you for it." He said
and Castiel then went from nervous and worried to confused. He tilted his head
with his face scrunched together, "R-Reward?" He asked like he'd never heard
the word before, "But I... I haven't done anything to be rewarded for." He said
his voice showing just how confused he was, but Dean just smiled, "You have
done so much." He said, "You are so helpful and respectful, you loaded my bags
earlier today." He said, "And you have been so good in the diner just sitting
and thanking the waitress for serving us, you have done so much and I wanted to
reward you for being so good." He said and Castiel blushed, he was good?
Castiel couldn't help but preen under the words even though he didn't let it
show... much. He didn't want to get used to being praised, he always messed up
and when he did he would punished and brought down from his good feelings
because that's what always happened. Right now though he just looked at the
burger and swallowed, "T-Thank you sir." He said and Dean smiled at him,
"You're welcome." He said and then Castiel went about hesitantly eating the
burger. It took a little more coercing to have the angel consume the actual
food, but Dean was able to encourage him to take a few bites and when the angel
actually got a taste he didn't need any more encouragement. Dean chuckled
because Castiel had eaten his just as fast as him though it took him a little
bit longer to get started. Dean smiled at him though and offered his beer, "You
want a drink?" He asked and Castiel looked at it, "A-Am I allowed?" He asked
timidly, he had always wanted to try alcohol, he really did, but he was always
told he could never have any, it was too expensive for a slave, but he knew it
was just because he was never good enough because he knew several other slaves,
in fact almost all of the ones he'd met, drank some kind of alcohol before.
Dean smiled and nodded, "Of course, you may not like it though, beer is kind of
an acquired taste, but hey, don't knock it till you try it." He said and handed
his bottle to Castiel who hesitantly took it.
Dean watched as the angel took a sip and in slow motion he saw the look on his
face and then the angel spitting it right out with a cough and Dean chuckled
taking the bottle and grabbed some napkins for him quickly. Castiel made a
gagging face and shook his head violently, "W-What is that stuff?" He asked his
as he wiped his tongue trying to get the taste out of his mouth as a shiver
went up his spine. Dean let out a laugh and made sure Castiel's mess was mostly
cleaned up before he sat back down, "It's beer." He said and chuckled, "Didn't
like it huh?" He asked smiling and Castiel shook his head, "N-No sir." He said
and saw the mess he made and frowned, "I-I'm sorry sir." He said and Dean just
took another drink finishing off his beer, "Don't worry about it, I expected as
much, you should try something not as... Potent as beer, maybe a martini or
possibly some Jack, but that will probably burn." He said and thought, but
Castiel shook his head, "I-I wouldn't want to waste your drink sir." He said
looking down and Dean shook his head, "It's not a waste to share them with the
newest addition." He said smiling, "We can find out what you like and if you
would like some to help unwind at the end of the day." He said smiling and
Castiel looked at him, "Y-You would let me drink?" He asked confused and Dean
smiled, "Only if you wanted to, I can just give you something non-alcoholic if
you'd prefer, but usually our members prefer alcohol after a long day to help
them unwind and it's a great sleep aid." He said with a smile though there was
a look in his eyes, one Castiel was very familiar to, a sort of sad look that
would glaze over, but as soon as it was there it was gone and Castiel had to
think twice wondering if he was just seeing things. Dean shrugged, "But that's
all for when we get to my brothers ranch, we've still got about ten more hours
of driving and maybe four more hours of daylight." He said chuckled, "Best we
hit the road now and try to make it there before three in the morning." He said
and Castiel nodded while Dean paid for the meal. It was easy getting back on
the road, but after four hours Castiel was yawning and his head was falling
back and forth as he was starting to doze off. He was so tired after such a
crazy day and he was on the brink of falling asleep that Dean pulled over on
the side of the highway and looked to Castiel, "If you'd like you can sleep in
the back." He said, but Castiel suddenly didn't want to be anywhere but here in
the front with his new master, he was kind and, even if Castiel didn't really
trust him, his tired sleepy state told him that he wanted to be right next to
him. He yawned and shook his head, "N-No sir, I'm 'kay." He slurred sleepily
and Dean smiled at him, "Then why don't you lay down here, my thigh is fat
enough to make a decent pillow." He said and Castiel yawned again and shook his
head, "Not fat." He murmured sleepily as he undid his seat belt and in the back
of his mind his subconscious was yelling at him to stay put and be proper, but
he was so tired and just straight up weak from all the traveling and not having
been properly cared for that he needed more sleep than normal because he was
still recovering and still much to weak to fight sleep. He leaned over and
curled up on the bench seat his head resting on Dean's thigh facing towards
Dean's him and in about two minutes he was out like a light.
Dean smiled down at him, "Just sleep Cas, I'll watch over you." He said softly
and then continued driving down to his brothers ranch, they would be on the
road for about six more hours of drive time, but Dean could easily make that if
he just kept on driving and ignored his need for sleep, he would just pass out
when he got to Sam's ranch. He yawned and hummed along to the music in the
background as they drove and smiled as he saw Castiel's wings twitch over now
and then, they were still shedding and Dean knew he was going to have a lot of
work cleaning out the feathers from his car, but this was worth it. Eventually
the angel started whimpering in his sleep and tensing up and Dean didn't know
how else to calm him aside from shushing him softly and running his fingers
gently through his hair, "It's okay Castiel, you're safe." He said softly as he
drove and that was all the angel needed to calm down and relax again falling
into a deep sleep while Dean drove and hummed. It wasn't until about one in the
morning when he saw the gates to his brother's ranch and smiled, "Almost home."
He said and smiled as they opened up for him, he had a gate opener thankfully,
and he drove inside parking right up at the house. He turned his car off and
smiled down at the angel knowing he was so peacefully asleep, "I'll try not to
wake up." He said and then opened the door and stealthily got out of the car
going to the other side and picking up the sleeping angel in his arms bridal
style. He smiled because Castiel snuggled towards Dean in his sleep and pressed
his face to his neck which gave the man chills, but he didn't mind it if the
angel continued to sleep peacefully, he needed so much rest and Dean didn't
want to disturb him. He walked up and then all his hopes for keeping his angel
asleep were dashed when Sam opened the door and walked over, "Dean, for god's
sake couldn't you have called and let me know everything went okay?" He asked
not even thinking about the slumbering angel in his arms and before Dean even
got a chance to say anything Castiel woke up to the sound of an angry man and
tensed up.
Castiel had been sleeping so peacefully, was pressed against a nice warm body,
and felt so content until he woke up to an angry mans voice. His heart jumped
and so did he and Dean wasn't expecting it so Castiel ended up jumping right
out of Dean's arms and onto the floor. He whimpered and covered his head afraid
and still completely exhausted, but all he knew was there was an angry man and
Dean was safe so he crawled behind Dean and coward on the floor covering his
head. He was on his knees with his head pressed the the ground in front of him
and his hands over his head while his wings pressed close to him. Dean didn't
mean to drop the angel, but he jumped and he wasn't prepared while Sam took a
step back and looked at the angel cowering behind Dean and frowned, "Dean what
the hell did you do that for?" He asked his voice still upset and Dean just
glared at his brother, "Sam, please calm down." He said his voice calm, but he
face screaming at Sam, "If you hadn't raised your voice he wouldn't have jumped
out of my arms." He said and looked down at Castiel who was cowering behind
him, poor guy, he was sleeping so peacefully until Sam rudely woke him up,
"Cas?" He asked and knelt down in front of him, but he angel whimpered and and
his wings shook with fear, "I-I'm sorry sir, I-I didn't mean to anger anyone."
He whimpered and Dean frowned at him, "No, no Castiel, you didn't anger anyone,
that's just how Sam is normally." He said and Sam gave Dean a bitch face
because he was not angry all the time, he was worried about his big brother,
"He was just leaving though so you won't have to worry about it." He said
looking at Sam with a pointed stare and Sam took the hint and put his hands up,
"Yeah yeah, I'm going to bed, try not to wake up Ellen and Jo, they aren't the
nicest when they haven't had their eight hours." He said and then went inside
feeling kind of stupid for scaring the poor slave, he could have handled that
better.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes before he looked to Castiel, "It's okay Cas,
he's gone." He said and Castiel whimpered and looked up at Dean, "I-I'm so
sorry sir." He said tears filling his eyes and Dean shook his head, "It's okay,
it's okay." He said softly, "You aren't in trouble." He said and held his hand
out to the poor angel who took it with shaking hands, he expected Dean to hit
him, punish him for causing such a scene, but the man didn't do anything like
that. Dean just helped Castiel up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes,
"It'll be okay Cas." He said softly smiling at him and Castiel swallowed, he'd
never been treated like this before and he was afraid it would end tomorrow, he
didn't know if he could handle another master who played tricks on him, teased
him, made him think he was safe then hurt him. He bit his lip and wiped the
tear that fell and Dean sighed softly and rubbed the back of Castiel's hand
with his thumb, "It's okay Cas." He said softly and Castiel couldn't help that
he didn't trust Dean, he wished he could when he was younger, when he was
innocent, but that was taken from him long ago. Now Castiel was an empty shell
of the boy he once was, he was hollow and, to himself, worthless. The angel
didn't believe he was useful for anything except sex and to be beaten and toyed
with, he wasn't handy, he wasn't smart, he wasn't particularly clever or
conversational. Castiel was molded into a perpetually frightened angel with
less than no self esteem who expected the worst out of people, he had been
taught that no one cares about you and those that do, they suffer for it so
Castiel has kept himself detached, almost to the point where he doesn't even
connect with fellow slaves, he's lived such a lonely life full of pain and
suffering; all he wants is for it to end.
Dean sighed softly seeing so many emotions play over the slaves eyes and gave
him a soft smile, "Castiel." He said softly breaking the angel from his
thoughts and when Castiel refocused on Dean he swallowed and looked worried,
"I-I'm sorry sir." He said quietly, he didn't mean to drift off like that, he
tried not to get lost in his mind, it was dark and unforgiving. Dean just
smiled at him, "It's quite alright, but would you like to go to sleep?" He
asked and Castiel swallowed, but nodded, "Y-Yes sir." He said and Dean smiled,
"Let me show you around so you know where the rooms are." He said and Castiel
nodded following Dean not noticing that he was still holding his hand. Dean
noticed, but he just smiled and walked with the angel around the house,
"Tomorrow morning I'll give you the grand tour, but for now I'll just show you
where my room is if there is an emergency and then yours." He said and Castiel
nodded and followed Dean upstairs his heart jumping with the stairs creaked. He
tried to be as silent as he could, but he couldn't help that he didn't know
where the creaking boards were. He swallowed and just followed close behind
Dean trying to follow his every step. Dean smiled and after he got to the
middle of the hallway he stopped and pointed, "That room there with the green
door is mine." He said and Castiel nodded, "The brown one is Sam's and then
those two purple door are Ellen and Jo, Ellen is the one who keeps the house in
order and is kind of like a mother to us all though Jo is her only daughter."
He said and Castiel nodded taking in all the information and who the keeper of
the house was, he knew to be incredibly respectful to them because they would
inform the master of everything and Castiel never wanted to be in trouble with
Dean, "Then that blue door right there is an empty one, it's a guest bedroom so
to speak and if you would like to sleep there it's more than alright." He said
and Castiel was confused, "B-But... I'm... I'm a slave." He said and pulled his
hand away feeling like an idiot, "I-I should be sleeping on the floor." He said
his voice dejected and down, but Dean shook his head, "Maybe with your previous
master, but here if you would like to sleep on a real bed with warm blankets to
stay warm then I say it's okay." He said smiling, "I know you aren't used to...
This kind of treatment, but here we do things a little differently." He said
smiling, "Now, if you want to change the room that's fine, but for tonight I'm
asking you to sleep in the guest bedroom." He said softly, "Will you do that
for me?" He asked and Castiel didn't understand why his master was asking him
rather than just ordering him, but Castiel knew not to decline, "Y-Yes sir." He
said, "I'll do anything you tell me." He said his voice defeated once again and
Dean sighed softly, he would have to work on building up Castiel's self worth,
but that was a huge task and would require a lot of time and a gentle hand, but
Dean was very patient, he's spent years doing this for slaves, working with
them and building them up once again, he wasn't going to let anyone just live
with the shit hand they were dealt, not if he had a say in it.
He smiled happily at Castiel then yawned and rubbed his eyes, "Good, then it's
settled." He said and smiled sleepily, "Let me get you some sleep clothes and
then you can go to sleep." He said and started walking off to his room with
Castiel following behind him, Dean liked his presence, he felt comfortable with
the angel right there when if it was any other slave he's worked with he would
have asked them to take a step back, he can't explain why he has such an
attachment to this angel though, he just couldn't understand it, but then he
didn't try very hard because he was tired. Dean entered his room and Castiel
stood at the doorway dutifully, he hadn't been invited in and he knew not to
enter anyone's room without their explicit invitation though more than likely
Castiel prayed he never had to go into the room because of the things he knew
would happen to him. Dean's room did look inviting though, Castiel didn't feel
so scared being in here, it was had the same smell as the car, whiskey, leather
and another smell that just encompassed all of Dean, but he cut off his
thoughts right there and stood as still as the grave. Dean saw that Castiel was
standing right outside the door and shrugged, "You can come in if you like." He
said, "I don't mind." He said and Castiel swallowed, but stepped into the room
sticking very close to the door, he didn't want to be in his room. Dean looked
through his clothes and found something for Castiel to wear, just some sleep
pants that were a little bit too long for him and a tee shirt that he had cut
up, "Here, these should work, if they don't let me know and I can find
something else." He said and Castiel nodded taking the clothes when Dean handed
them to him. He ended up walking Castiel back to his room and smiled opening
the door, "It's not very extravagant, but it's cozy." He said smiling, this was
a country house after all, it wasn't a mansion or anything like that.
Castiel nodded and stepped in seeing the room for the first time and he was
shocked at how big and great the room was, he was used to sleep either in the
bed with another man or woman or sleeping on the floor of the basement because
he didn't deserve anything else, he was a slave after all. He swallowed thickly
as he walked in after Dean and went into the middle of the room his eyes wide
and in awe, he'd never been allowed to stay in such a room by himself and he
couldn't believe he was allowed to stay here now, "I-I'm allowed to sleep in
here?" He asked looking at Dean praying he could actually stay in this room,
sleep on this bed, be warm under those blankets. Dean just smiled at him his
heart breaking a new, he was going to cry if this kept happening, this poor
angel had such a shitty life and Dean was so happy he had found him when he
did. He nodded though as he smiled, "Yes, this room is yours if you would like
it." He said smiling, "You can sleep in that bed, you can use that bathroom and
you can use that desk and the dresser." He said smiling, "Don't worry about
clothes, we've had some ordered because there isn't a store we can go to, it
may take a while to find the right size and everything, but once we do you can
pick out your own clothes too." He said and Castiel shook his head, this was
too much and he was far too tired, Dean could tell, "For now though, lets get
you changed and into bed, okay?" He asked and Castiel yawned and nodded, "O-
Okay." He said and Dean moved away, "I'll step out while you change, just open
the door when you're done okay?" He said and Castiel nodded while Dean closed
the door behind him. He didn't know why this man was so kind to him, but he
wasn't about to ask questions and ruin it. Castiel changed quickly because he
was tired and ready to sleep then went over and opened the door like Dean had
said. The man turned around and smiled, "We'll get you some sleep clothes that
actually fit tomorrow." He said and Castiel shrugged, he kind of liked these
clothes because they had Dean's smell, but then he scolded himself in his mind,
"You're nothing to this man, you're just his slave, he's you master, he doesn't
give two shits about you, no one does." He told himself in his mind, he just
continually tore himself down like the master's before Dean did to him, Castiel
had to if he wanted to survive, this life was a cruel one.
Dean saw the look in Castiel's eyes and knew what he was thinking, "Hey, let's
get you to bed okay?" He said and Castiel was broken from his thoughts as Dean
stepped inside and lead Castiel to the bed, it was a king and it was huge and
looked so comfortable Castiel could just be swallowed in it. Dean smiled and
pulled the sheets and blankets back, "I'll be in the room with the green door,
you saw, so if you need anything during the night I'll be right there." He
said, "Don't worry about waking me up, I'm not a grouch or anything." He said
and Castiel swallowed and nodded, he wasn't going to wake Dean up at all no
matter what, he wasn't about to do that on his first night here with his
master. Dean knew that Castiel wouldn't wake him up, but he wanted him to know
that he was more than welcome, "You're always welcome in my room Castiel, my
door will always be open to you if you should ever need me." He said softly, he
never treated a slave like this before, but then again every slave was
different, some he could just tell them he was rescuing them and they would
just be so happy and they were easy to deal with, but then you had some like
Castiel, some who were slaves for so long, beaten down for so long that they
took more time to rehabilitate, to teach them new things, teach them things
that would help them in life. Some slaves were given an education while others
learned nothing, it just depended on the master, education for a slave wasn't
mandatory, but it was beneficial though most people tend to keep their slaves
dumb for obvious reasons. He sighed thinking about all of this and shook his
head, "No matter what, if you should ever need me I'll be right there for you."
He said and he meant in multiple ways, but he would just let Castiel decide
what he meant. Castiel on the other hand slipped into bed easily sliding under
the covers gracefully and almost instantly relaxing because of how comfortable
it was, but he couldn't sleep with Dean here. He swallowed and looked up at
him, "O-Okay." he said and Dean smiled, "I'm going to bed now, don't hesitate
to wake me up if you need me Castiel, I mean it." He said and then Castiel
nodded and Dean did the same and walked to the door, "Sleep well." He said and
then turned off the lights and closed the door behind him going off to his room
and taking a quick shower before he fell into bed and passed out, he was so
exhausted and planned on sleeping in tomorrow because he had been working so
hard for the past several days.
During the night, perhaps around four AM Castiel woke himself up with his
screams, his nightmares of his masters coming and raping him over and over then
beating him and mutilating him, "N-No please!" He begged and cried and when he
woke up he was sweating and trembling and terrified in the darkness of an
unfamiliar room. He was gasped and and tried to get out of bed, but he tripped
and fell causing him more fear and pain and all he wanted was to remember the
feeling his had back in the car, he wanted to feel safe and in his panicked
state he decided he just wanted Dean because Dean made him feel safe and was
kind to him. He was very hesitant to go to him though because this was a new
place, new master, new rules, but all the sounds and different creaks from the
house made him panic and think that his old masters were coming for him and
Dean kept telling him he would protect him and he did from that manager so
Castiel made a judgement call and, after much panicking and heart racing he
quickly went to his door and opened it with complete silence. He tried to
silently make his way to dean's door, but all the creaking boards made that
impossible and it made his skin jump to the point that he almost jumped
himself. He finally got to Dean's door and stood there still not wanting to
open the door, he could go back to his room and try to fight these feelings,
try to deal with them himself, he could do that, he didn't have to wake up Dean
at all, he didn't have to bother his master and possibly get in trouble because
he woke him up from his sleep. Just when he had made the decision to go back to
his room and try to deal with these feelings himself he heard a door's handle
turn and he looked seeing the brown door start to open. He immediately felt
terror fill his body knowing it was Sam and he was angry and if he saw Castiel
he would be punished for sure and... And... Castiel didn't' even think he just
opened Dean's door and closed it behind him silently pressing his back to it
and panting as he caught his breath listening for the telltale sounds of Sam
walking in the hallway, but they never came. He heard the door open and close
and then nothing.
After a few minutes of just letting his heart rate settle down he was hit by
the smell of Dean's room and that had a major hand in helping him relax, it was
like a drug and Castiel couldn't seem to get enough of it. He sighed softly and
just closed his eyes breathing in that wonderful smell when he heard a whimper.
His eyes snapped open and looked to see Dean tossing and turning, just like he
had no doubt been doing not too long ago, in his bed and panting. Castiel
tilted his head confused, why would he be having a nightmare? Masters never had
nightmares, they never had anything bad happen to them, not enough to cause a
nightmare, but Castiel didn't know the truth about Dean at all. He suddenly
felt pity for the man, Castiel knew how bad his own nightmares could be, he
could only imagine what Dean's were even though he didn't know any of Dean's
experiences. Castiel made sure the door was shut securely and even locked it,
he didn't want Sam to come in, he scared him more than anything else. He sighed
after he locked the door and went over to Dean seeing him tossing and turning,
whimpering and panting as he sweat, he was having a bad one if Castiel knew
those signs. He didn't like that Dean was having a nightmare and wanted him to
relax like he had been since he had taken him, but maybe the reason Dean was so
relaxed was because he was with someone? Castiel though it was stupid, but
then... He slept perfectly in the arms of Dean, though when he woke up it was
mortifying and humiliating because he wet the bed, but before that he had woken
up well rested and, even though he was scared, he felt actually kind of good.
Castiel wondered if Dean was like that, he slept well because he had someone
next to him, but then again Castiel was stupid and what did he know? He tore
himself down once again and frowned, "Dean isn't like you, he's a master, he's
better than you in every way, you're lower than the dirt he walks on." He
thought to himself and felt stupid. He sighed and looked at Dean, his face
pained and covered in sweat, he wished he could have someone to hold him at
night, care for him... Love him... Castiel never knew what love was, he didn't
even believe in it because how could love exist in such a cruel world like
this? No, love couldn't possibly exist here, not with so much bad in the world.
He was still debating when Dean let out another whimper and Castiel frowned, he
hated hearing that sound, it was such a weak noise, showing such vulnerability
and Castiel made it all the time because he was constantly being broken down
over and over again. He looked at Dean and couldn't help the fact that he
wanted to help him, it was just his instinct to try and help someone in need,
it was always let towards slaves, but on rare occasion it was to free folk too.
He pulled the blankets back and slowly slipped into bed beside Dean getting
close to him, he didn't know how to feel about this, but he wanted to feel safe
again, he wanted that feeling again and Dean was the only one who had ever made
him feel that way, at least the only one that he could remember pleasantly.
When Castiel slipped into bed Dean immediately felt the dip and rolled over
snuggling close to the angel in his sleep, he was a regular snuggle bug and he
couldn't help himself, not that he wanted to, Dean loved cuddling and wasn't
afraid to say it or show it. Castiel, once again, was pressed up against Dean
his face smushed against the crook of his neck and he couldn't help his sleep
returning to him after a few minutes of just laying with Dean. It wasn't long
before he wrapped a wing around the man and fell asleep pressed against Dean's
neck feeling the beat of his heart against his cheek. It was so rhythmic it
lulled him to sleep easily and before he knew it he was passed out and the two
of them slept without a nightmare that whole night. Tomorrow would be another
hurdle in itself, but Castiel didn't think about it, he was too content and
very much asleep right now.
He didn't know it yet, but he was safe in the arms of his own guardian angel.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean and Castiel are slowly figuring out each other. The angel is
     learning to relax and Dean is helping him recover.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait, I've been trying to get this out for a long
     while, but it's finally out. It's not too terribly long, but I'm
     still working on more ideas. I have something brewing for the next
     chapter, but if you guys have any ideas let me know; I'd love the
     help.
     Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think. I hope this chapter
     doesn't feel rushed, I don't think it's as good as my others, but I
     guess I'm gonna have some not so great chapters as I go along, I'll
     try to make them better though.
     Enjoy!
When Castiel woke up he felt so well rested and comfortable, he purred happily
and his wings even fluffed up which made him blush because he’s never felt so
happy his wings have fluffed since… A very long time. He sighed softly and
nuzzled the warm skin he was pressed against, acting very much like a cat, and
just continued to purr happily his entire body relaxed and warm against the
warmth that was keeping him from freezing. Even his wings were wrapped around
the person next to him and he wasn’t planning on moving. It was then that he
felt fingers running through his feathers, they were calloused hands, rough and
dry, but they were also so gentle with his feathers and he felt his wings
reacting to them by pressing up against the hand. Castiel was in his own world
until he slowly started to open his eyes, for once not knowing where he was and
thinking he was someplace safe. He let his eyes focus and he saw the man he was
snuggled up to and his happy contented feelings were being chased away, he was…
He was still a slave, he still had no… Castiel felt his heart sink and tears
well up. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him and he gripped the man
that he had been snuggling, honestly afraid to be awake. The man just shushed
him softly and continued to gently pet him, “It’s okay Castiel, I’m not going
to hurt you.” He said gently as he just laid there unmoving, “You’re safe.” He
said and Castiel sniffled feeling so conflicted, he was a slave and that meant
that he would be used and abused like he always was. Dean must have read his
mind because he was shushing him softly, “I won’t hurt you Castiel.” He said
and Castiel just tried to breathe and relax into Dean’s gentle petting. He
never once changed his pace, Dean just continued to run his fingers through
Castiel’s wings and the poor angel had no other choice but to relax. He sighed
softly, his feelings were all in a whirlwind, but Dean was being so gentle and
Castiel would do anything to keep this going. The poor angel hasn’t had anyone
be gentle with his wings in so many years that it made him whimper again as his
tears began to fall. Dean just hummed softly and ran his fingers though his
wings, he would sit there as long as Castiel needed him to and simply remain
quiet. The angel was so confused by all of this and frightened, but he would do
his best to absorb all of this, he didn’t want this to end, even if he thought
today or tomorrow would mark the end of the honeymoon period of being at a new
place. Everytime he was sold he got used to the new master and then their true
character would come out, Castiel would see how cruel they were to the slaves
and he would be treated just the same. He pushed those thoughts away for now
though and just let himself get lost in the petting, if it meant he wasn’t
going to be hit or, used, then he would accept it. Dean continued to hum softly
as he pet Castiel’s wings, he knew he had his work cut out for him with this
angel, but he would never give up, he’s been where he is now and he would do
anything and everything in his power to help him. Right now that consisted of
laying in bed holding the angel while he gently ran his fingers through his
feathers and hummed classic rock songs.
A couple hours later and Dean felt his stomach growl, he was hungry and knew
that Castiel was probably hungry too, “Castiel?” He asked softly and the angel
looked up at him, his eyes full of worry and fear, “Y-Yes sir?” He replied and
Dean just smiled at him softly, “Do you want to go get something to eat?” He
asked moving his hand to wipe the tears. It broke his heart that the angel
flinched when his hand got close, but Dean kept his movements slow and calm, “I
was getting hungry and wanted to go make something for a late breakfast, but I
wanted you to join me, you’re probably hungry too.” He said softly as he gently
wiped the tears away, “Are you?” He asked and Castiel swallowed, but nodded,
“Y-Yes sir.” He said his voice quivering, but Dean just smiled softly at him,
“Are you afraid?” He asked him as he pulled his hand away his other still
gently running through the angel’s wings. Castiel looked afraid at that
question and shook his head, “N-No sir!” He said, but Dean knew the truth, of
course the angel was scared, he was terrified. The new slave at a new house, he
knew that feeling and he hated it, “Castiel.” He said softly, he wasn’t angry
or upset in anyway, he simply had a knowing smile and Castiel had a look that
broke his heart as the angel’s bottom lip quivered, “P-Please don’t hurt me.”
He whimpered and Dean felt his own tears spring to his eyes hearing that broken
voice and those words leave his mouth. He swallowed down his tears and cleared
his throat composing himself, “I won’t hurt you Castiel.” He said softly as the
angel whimpered and pressed his face to Dean’s neck, “It’s okay to be afraid,
it’s okay.” He said softly and Castiel sniffled and shook his head, “N-No, I-
I’m not supposed to be afraid.” He whimpered, “I-It’s wrong.” He said and Dean
felt his heart break even more and sighed softly holding the angel to him, “No
Castiel.” He said his voice firm, but not angry or upset. Castiel stilled
hearing that voice, he didn’t know what it meant, “If you are afraid then it’s
okay.” He said, his voice softer now, “If you get angry, or upset, that’s okay
too.” He said, Castiel needed to know that having and experiencing those
emotions were okay, “It’s all okay.” He said and Castiel looked up at him his
lip still quivering, new tears rolling down his cheek. Dean just smiled at him
softly, despite his heart aching at the sight, “Are you afraid?” He asked him
again, he just wanted Castiel to know that he didn’t need to be perfect for
him, but that would take much longer than a cuddle session for him to absorb
that. The angel swallowed and nodded, he didn’t trust his voice. Dean tilted
his head and wiped his tears away gently, “Is there anything I can do to help
you?” He asked and Castiel looked down, “I-I don’t know.” He said his voice
still shaking, but Dean just smiled and nodded, “I understand.” He told him
then gently tilted Castiel’s head up so he could look him in the eyes, “Would
you like to go get something to eat with me?” He asked and Castiel swallowed
looking at Dean, he looked so kind and he was so gentle, he couldn’t help but
want to be with him even if his instinct and his judgement kept him from giving
into those feelings. Dean saw that Castiel was having an internal struggle, “Or
would you rather stay here while I get some food for you?” He asked, “I just
need to know if you have any allergies.” He said and Castiel felt overwhelmed,
but he reigned in his thoughts, “C-Can I stay here?” He asked his voice quiet
and breaking, but he didn’t want to leave this room, if it meant that he could
avoid that scary man from last night and possibly getting into trouble outside
the room then he wanted to stay here forever, this place was starting to be
like a safe haven for Castiel. Dean smiled at him and nodded, “Of course, I’ll
go make us something for breakfast.” He said and moved out of bed, “Do you want
anything in particular?” He asked him curiously and Castiel was thrown off
again, “W-What do you mean?” He asked, he was always fed slave rations, they
were cheap and filled him for the most part even if they weren’t very
satisfying, but he was used to that after the first year of being used and
abused. Dean smiled, “Do you want something in particular to eat like a bunch
of fruit, some toast, eggs, or do you want some of everything, cause I’m a
pretty good cook, I can make just about anything you want.” He said and Castiel
frowned and looked down feeling a panic attack coming on, but Dean was there at
his side before it could take hold, “Hey, hey, look at me.” He said and Castiel
did on the verge of breaking down, “It’s okay Castiel, I swear there are no
strings attached.” He said softly holding his hands gently, “It’s just
breakfast in bed, you need to eat protein and other good food if you want to
get your strength back.” He said and Castiel nodded weakly, “B-But I…” He
started only Dean shook his head, “But nothing.” He said smiling, “You need to
regain your strength, especially if you ever want to fly again.” He said and
looked at his wings, “I bet they were beautiful when they were taken care of.”
He said and looked back to Castiel, “You have to eat food that will nourish
you, not make you sick.” He said and Castiel nodded, this man, his new master,
was so… Thoughtful and kind, this couldn’t be how he truly was. Castiel knew
when he was given the ‘tour’ of this place he would be put in his place, that’s
how it always went. Dean smiled and squeezed Castiel’s hands gently, “Just sit
here and relax, okay?” He asked softly, “I’ll be back with some food for the
two of us.” He said and with that he got up and walked out not thinking that he
was only in his boxers, Dean wasn’t much for wearing a lot of clothes to sleep.
Thankfully Sam had made a full spread this morning and had three plates in the
plate warmer so Dean was able to just grab them and go back upstairs. He
knocked on the door before he opened it, he wanted Castiel to know he was
entering, “Castiel, Sam made us food.” He said as he walked in smiling. Castiel
hadn’t moved an inch since Dean left, he was determined to sit there and not
move a muscle. Eventually he sighed and moved a little bit getting into a
better position then he whimpered and looked at his wings. They were grey,
ugly, and he knew there were bunches of feathers that were pulling and it hurt,
but he couldn’t do anything about it right now. He winced a little bit then he
started to pick at his wings, he needed to at least deal with the ones that
were giving him the most pain. By the time Dean got back there were feathers
all over the place and Castiel was turned around trying to get his feathers
semi-straight again. When Dean came in Castiel felt his stomach drop because
there were feathers everywhere and it was just a complete mess.
Dean was shocked when he came in, but just smiled at him and chuckled, “I guess
we do need to groom your wings huh?” He asked and Castiel looked like a deer in
headlights, but Dean’s calm demeanor and relaxed way of speaking put him at
ease if only a little bit, “I-I’m sorry.” He said timidly, he didn’t mean to
make a mess, “It’s okay, did you fix your wings a little?” He asked and Castiel
nodded and looked down, “Can you not reach something?” He asked and Castiel
frowned more before he nodded and Dean smiled putting the food down, “Would it
be okay if I helped?” He asked and Castiel looked up at him fear in his eyes as
he pulled his wings close, “N-No, i-it’s okay, I-I swear.” He said his voice
stuttering and it took all of Dean not to frown because that was such a fear
reaction if he’s ever seen one. He held his hands up to show Castiel that he
wasn’t doing okay, “It’s okay Castiel.” He said softly, “I won’t touch them if
you don’t want me to.” He said then stepped back to where the food was and
picked up the plates, “I have a lot of food for you.” He said smiling at him
and Castiel was able to relax slightly because he was so relaxed and didn’t
push the subject of his wings at all. He saw all the food and he felt his
stomach growl, it all looked so good, but he felt so out of place, he wasn’t
ever allowed to eat his masters food unless it was the scraps. He looked at
Dean worried, but the man just smiled and offered him the food and a fork.
Castiel swallowed thickly, he had this perpetual lump in his throat that
wouldn’t go away it seemed, and hesitantly accepted the food. His master looked
so pleased when he took the food and Castiel longed to please his masters, none
of them were ever pleased and that’s all he ever wanted to do; He was a good
slave.
Dean was so happy that Castiel accepted the food, he couldn’t help his smiles.
He hadn’t expected him to accept the food, but he wouldn’t look a gift horse in
the mouth, “After breakfast one of the girls knows how to take care of angel
wings, she used to be owned by one of the angel farms and her job was grooming.
She was one of the best over there until they got shut down, a lot of shady
things happening.” He said and shook his head, they would cut the wings off
angels that they thought were bad or problematic which is illegal to the
highest degree, poor Jo was an angel who had her wings cut off, but she
recovered and they made her a groomer; What better groomer is there than an
actual angel? Castiel heard this and was scared, but also calmed by the fact
that it was a woman and she knew how to groom, but he knew what they did on
those farms, he’s heard the stories and seen the carnage, he hoped that she
wasn’t mean like the groomers before. Dean shook his head, “Anyway, she’s a
sweet girl and has helped plenty of angels that come through here, it’s hard to
find a good groomer and i’ve been told she’s amazing, but you’ll find out after
breakfast.” He said and Castiel just listened, he liked listening to Dean, even
if he was still frightened. The talking seemed to calm him and Dean’s voice was
soothing, rough and coarse, but also kind and patient, he was started to like
this new master which was a dangerous things for him, “I’ll have something for
you when you finish with Jo, she’s super sweet and she’ll take good care of
you.” He said and Castiel suddenly felt nervous because Dean was going to leave
him with the groomer, “If you need me, or want me, or anything, just ask her to
call me.” He said, “I’ll be there within five minutes.” He said and Castiel
swallowed, but nodded, “O-Okay.” He said and Dean smiled, “Is the food okay?
Sam made it so you can be honest.” He said with a wink and a chuckle, but
Castiel just swallowed thickly, “N-No, it’s good.” He said, honestly he hadn’t
really taken a bite, but he needed to show that he wasn’t declining the food so
he took a few bites and then after that he just went to town eating. The food
was amazing, he had never had any of it, but he loved it all, he wished he
could eat like this all the time, but he knew this was a one time thing so he
just savored it.
After breakfast Dean had Castiel take a shower and gave him some new clothes,
he needed new clothes, and made sure he was clean, it would make it easier on
Jo if Castiel was clean and the angel was so happy to be clean. Dean could see
that under the fear and hesitation the angel was so happy to be clean again,
“Now.” He said after Castiel was all dressed and drying his hair with a towel,
“Let's go meet Jo, she’s very excited to meet you, she hasn’t met an angel in a
long time and she really misses them.” He said and Castiel was confused, humans
never cared much for angels unless it was to use them, he wondered who this
woman was. On the way to the groomer they ran into Sam and Castiel made sure to
look down and keep Dean in between him and Sam, he was afraid of that man. He
was very respectful to him and Dean and everyone they met, he didn’t want to
anger any of them ever, he was doing so well with not being in trouble or being
punished.
There was a building behind the main house, something Castiel didn’t see on
their way in, obviously and it was quite big. He didn’t know what went on in
here, but he was worried that something horrible would happen. As they walked
he got closer and closer to Dean afraid of everything, he didn’t know this
place and he didn’t know these people. As they walked inside the building it
was not what he was expecting at all. The whole place looked like a spa, it
smells so nice instantly putting him at ease with whatever was in the air, and
it was virtually empty except for a small woman who was dancing around and
singing along to the music. She looked like she was in her own world doing
things while she danced and sang. Dean smirked and grabbed the remote silently
then turned the music off and she kept singing and dancing, but only for a
moment because she jumped out of fright the next and looked to Dean, “Dean
Winchester you ass!” She yelled and Castiel swallowed and looked down. Dean was
laughing and the woman looked embarrassed and angry because she was just thrown
off her groove, “Oh man that was good.” Dean said as he calmed down from
laughing, “If I was a hundred pounds heavier I would sit on you and crush you.”
She said and Dean just laughed more at that, honestly it made Castiel laugh a
little bit as well which made her look at him and he immediately locked up and
looked down. He didn’t mean to laugh, it was an accident and now he was going
to get in trouble on his first day here and now he was frowning and his wings
were pulling close and he just stood there afraid to move in case this woman
was going to hurt him. She did quite the opposite when she got near him, “Hey,
sweetheart, it’s okay.” She said as she moved close and touched his hand
gently, “I won’t hurt you, I’m not actually mad.” She said smiling at him,
“See?” She asked and Castiel looked at her fear and worry still filling his
expression, but she seemed calm and her smile looked genuine, “I-I’m sorry.” He
said and she shook her head, “Don’t be. I would have done the same thing to
Dean and then laugh at him. In fact I may just douse him with something.” She
said and looked at Dean pointedly, “Maybe water, or honey, or mayo.” She said
and Dean looked affronted, “You wouldn’t dare.” He said in a gasp and she
smirked, “Try me.” She said then looked to Castiel, “Don’t worry about me, it
takes a lot to get me mad, I’m just playing with Dean.” She said and Castiel
nodded, he’d never seen someone play like that, but then, his upbringing was
different than their, “I’m Jo by the way.” She said and then hugged him,
something he hadn’t felt in ages, honestly he was surprised by her mannerisms
and her body language. She keeps her shoulders back, her chest out, but not to
show off her breasts. She hasn’t once looked directly at his wings, not that
it’s uncommon, but it’s generally rude to just stare at an angel's wings. She
hasn’t mentions them even and her body language screams angel groomer. No one
he’s ever met has been that well versed on angel courtesy in a long time, she’s
even got the… And then it dawned on him, “A-Angel?” He asked so shocked, the
way she held herself, the way she moved about, it was so obvious now. She
pulled away and smiled up at him, it was almost pained, but it was more sad,
“Yes.” She answered and he felt tears spring to his eyes as he wrapped her in
his arms and his wings. She was an angel, she was one of his own kin, but she…
Her wings were gone and he felt so at a loss for words, but he didn’t want to
let her go, not ever. She smiled and rubbed his back, “It’s okay.” She said and
he shook his head, it was never okay when an angel had their wings cut off. He
felt all sorts of memories flooding back, all of the things he’s seen, one in
particular stands out, but he does everything he can not to remember it, not to
picture; It might break him if he does.
Jo just sighed softly and held Castiel, rubbed his back, she knew exactly why
he was doing this and she welcomed it. She missed her wings, she missed them
every day, but she had learned to live without them since she was fifteen so it
wasn’t like she hasn’t had time to adjust. She hummed softly a tune she knew
Castiel would be familiar with to help calm him down. It was a lullaby all
angels knew, only angels knew it and only they understood it. When she was
finished Castiel pulled away and looked down at her, “You’re so beautiful.” He
said and she blushed, but smiled, “You’re so handsome.” She replied and he
smiled at her, it was their greeting, he was rusty on all the angel courtesies,
but Jo would be able to help him. Dean watched their meeting with wide eyes,
he’s never seen two angels meet like this before and it was a sight to see. He
smiled at them, they were getting along very well and he knew it was good for
Castiel to have a friend here that wasn’t in authority, or that he didn’t see
as an authority. Jo looked at Dean after they spoke for a moment and shooed
him, “Go away, I’ve got a lovely angel to groom, no humans allowed.” She said
and Dean put his hands up, “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He said and chuckled, “I
have a gift for you after you finish your grooming Castiel.” He said and the
angel looked at Dean wide eyed and surprised, “O-Okay.” He said stuttering,
he’s never been given a gift before, he hoped it didn’t come with strings
attached, but he assumed it did; not like he could decline a gift from his own
master.
Dean left the Jo to her own devices and went to his room grabbing Castiel’s
trench coat and carefully washing it and drying it. This thing was so important
to him, he was so upset that he almost threw it away, he was almost about to
beg for it. He smiled, “Don’t worry Cas.” He said to himself and then grabbed a
small sewing kit and went to work on it. He sewed up all the holes, he didn’t
add any patches, didn’t want to add any material because he didn’t know if
Castiel would want that. He had very even stitches and it looked professional,
Dean was very good with his hands. He hummed some classic rock while he worked
on the trench and smiled when it was finished. It looked good, if faded, but
the stitches were even and looked professional. He stood up and went to the
laundry room to iron it. Once that was finished he neatly folded it and checked
it the time. It was already noon and he had a text from Jo saying they were
finished. He knew that Castiel’s grooming would take a while simply because his
wings were so messed up and neglected, but he knew that Jo could groom and fix
any stage of wing neglect.
He grabbed the trench and walked downstairs to the grooming building, he hoped
that Castiel liked it, he actually hadn’t thought about if he even wanted his
trench patched up. He was suddenly nervous about giving it to him, but he had
said on the way to his brothers ranch that they would get it cleaned and
patched, he didn’t seem upset by the idea of it so maybe it would be received
well.
When he got to the grooming building he walked in to see Castiel rubbing Jo’s
shoulders and smiling happily. Dean hadn’t seen him smile like that before and
he hoped that it meant the grooming session was a huge hit. He cleared his
throat and Castiel looked over his smile dropping and he stopped rubbing Jo’s
shoulders. Jo gave a long suffering sigh and sat up hugging Castiel, “Don’t
worry about him Cas, he’s just jealous he didn’t get a nice shoulder rub.” She
said and he smiled at her, he may hate being left out, but he is so happy that
him and Jo get along so well, it meant that he wasn’t completely gone. Castiel
looked so relaxed and refreshed, his wings looked so good, they were so black
and glistened just a little bit, they looked like onyx. They were a soot
greyish black color earlier, but whatever Jo did they look even better now.
There were patches that looked a lot thinner than the rest, but Jo had told him
before hand that feathers always grow back unless the skin is damaged and Dean
had seen his wings and there was no indication of any damage, but he isn’t an
expert, he could be wrong. Castiel sat relaxed at Jo’s side and Dean couldn’t
help but feel a little bit jealous that he opened up so easily to her, but he
has such a hard time with him. Then again Dean wasn’t an angel so the jealousy
didn’t last for very long. He walked over and sat down on a chair across from
them, “Your wings look so much better now.” He said and Castiel smiled and
nodded, “Thank you ma’am.” He said to Jo, but she just gave him a look, “Ma’am?
Do I look like a ma’am?” She asked and Castiel blushed which made her chuckle,
“Sweetheart don’t worry about Dean, he doesn’t give a crap about the ‘sir’s and
the ‘maam's, believe me.” She said and Castiel looked at Dean who shrugged,
“It’s true, I’m not much for those manners simply because all the people here
are like family.” He said and Castiel was so confused, the way Jo talked and
the way Dean talked made it seem like this whole place was a paradise, but he
didn’t understand it. Dean smiled and looked at him, “Here.” He said and handed
Castiel the trench, “I washed it and then sewed the holes.” He said, “If you
need me to alter anything because it’s too tight or loose just let me know, I
used to be a sl- used to work for a seamstress.” He said correcting himself and
Castiel didn’t notice. In fact the angel just stared at the trench coat. He had
it in his trembling hands as he unfolded it and looked at it, “Y-You sewed it?”
He asked his voice trembling and Dean looked at him worried, “Yeah, you seemed
really attached and I thought you might like it cleaned and patched up.” He
said and then Castiel sniffled and Dean was alarmed, “I-I can take the stitches
out, it’s not permanent o-or anything.” He said as he stood, he was afraid
Castiel was upset about it, but the angel was quite the opposite. He went over
and hugged Dean sniffling into his neck and Dean just held him gently and
rubbed his back, “T-Thank you.” Castiel whimpered quietly, “Thank you so much.”
He said, this meant the world to Castiel and the fact that his new master had
made this up new made his heart soar, he didn’t know what it meant for him, but
he would do anything if it meant he could keep his coat.
Dean smiled and rubbed his back, “You’re very welcome Castiel.” He said softly
and held him for a little while longer. Castiel eventually calmed down and then
put the coat on, he never wanted to take it off and it fit so perfectly. He
smiled so brightly as he held the fabric in his hands and wore the coat, Dean
was so happy that he was at least a little bit more relaxed with his coat.
After a few minutes Castiel calmed down and looked to Dean and rubbed the back
of his neck, “W-What would you like?” He asked and Dean flushed and shook his
head, knowing exactly what he was asking, “O-Oh, no, I didn’t do it for any of
that.” He said smiling at Castiel, “This was just a small gift for you, a
welcoming present.” He said and Castiel frowned and nodded, “O-Okay.” He said
and Dean considered it a small victory that the angel didn’t persist with his
proposition.
Later that afternoon Dean was simply walking around and Castiel was keeping
close by him. Dean seemed to talk a lot, but Castiel was listening to the whole
thing, he never ignored him or got distracted and Dean liked it, he liked
having a companion by his side to talk to, “And that is the barn, Benny runs it
and keeps the horses well taken care of.” He said smiling, “We have a huge plot
of land, about a two hundred acres, but there are several houses like this one
on it and several ranches and farms.” He said smiling, “They are all run by,
uh, our slaves.” He said, he knew he couldn’t tell Castiel was they were just
yet, he wasn’t ready, it may just break him, but he would know soon enough;
Dean knew it was only a matter of time before he found out how everything
worked around here. Castiel looked to Dean and tilted his head, “Aren’t there
other masters over there to oversee the slaves?” He asked and Dean smiled, “My
brother and a few others go over every now and then to make sure they are on
schedule, but no one stays there constantly, there are too many people to keep
track of.” He said and chuckled, “Besides, all the men and women we have over
there are trusted, they all work hard and enjoy their work.” He said and
Castiel looked confused, but nodded.
He looked down and thought for a moment then looked to Dean, “F-Forgive me for
asking, but… What are the punishments for disobeying you or the other masters?”
He asked and as he posed the question he looked like he was caving in on
himself. His head shrunk down to his shoulders and he hunched over, making
himself look small, as well as his wings pulling close to himself. Dean just
smiled at him though, “There are many different ways we deal with those who
break the rules, but you don’t have to worry about them right now.” He said,
“Those rules don’t apply to you right now anyway, you are healing and
recovering right now.” He said smiling, but Castiel looked very on edge, “B-
But… When I do start, working, here… What will happen if I break the rules?” He
asked and he looked so scared as he asked the question, but Dean just smiled at
him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. The poor angel looked terrified,
but Dean just kept his calm smile as he answered, “Castiel, I know you have
been in many different homes and owned by so many different people, but this
place is very different than what you’re used to.” He said and Castiel
swallowed, “W-What do you mean?” He asked worried and Dean put an arm around
the angel and walked with him towards the house, “When someone breaks the rules
we first ask if it’s the first time it’s happened. A lot of times we let it
slide because it’s usually an accident and they didn’t mean to break the rules,
we understand that accidents happen and as long as they are sincere in their
explanation of the accident we move on without any problems.” He explained and
Castiel nodded as they walked, he was taking this all in, even if he felt a
little light headed because of all of the information, “If they keep breaking
the rule then we take away privileges and make them work more than usual.” He
said, “There are a lot of things we give our slaves that are luxuries. They
know and understand this so they simply do their work and live life happily.”
He said and Castiel swallowed and nodded, “D-Don’t you wh-whip and b-beat?” He
asked and Dean shook his head, “No, we don’t believe in hurting our, slaves.”
He said, “We treat them like we treat anyone else, that’s why we can trust
them, we are kind to them and they are kind to us.” He said smiling at Castiel,
“We are good to them, they take care of us.” He said and Castiel was so
confused because he’s never heard of someone being a master, but not actually
lording over their slaves heads.
Dean could tell Castiel was overwhelmed so he just led him to the house, “I
know it’s a lot to take in, but we don’t hit as a way of punishment, that’s
barbaric and mean.” He said frowning, “We prefer to help our slaves live a
meaningful and fulfilling life.” He said, “But enough about that, why don’t we
go wash up for dinner.” He said and Castiel nodded still in a daze, he was so
confused by all of this, but he wasn’t upset with any of it.
***** Major Update *****
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since I can't do much else. Right now I am working on a timeline and getting
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel and Dean spend the day together, just a small peek of what
     their daily life is as Castiel recovers.
Chapter Notes
     I finally finished the chapter, I've been so busy with my sister and
     her children. New born twins and a 10 month or baby are very hard to
     take care of, but I help them and have a wonderful time doing it.
     Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know if there is
     anything I could try to incorporate into the story.
     ENJOY! :)
The next day Castiel woke once again in the arms of Dean only this time he
wasn’t as afraid. He was still shocked and tensed, but when he remembered where
he was he relaxed a little bit and just rested some more. Dean just continued
to hum and run his fingers through his wings, it was the only time Castiel let
him touch his wings it seemed, but Dean was grateful for the trust he put in
him. He continued to hum songs that he knew until it was late morning and it
was time for them to get up. Castiel felt better today than he had in a very
long time and it showed. He stretched and his joints popped, but he couldn’t
stretch out his wings to pop them so he just contented himself with his arms
and legs. Dean had gone to the bathroom to shave and called out from there,
“Hey Castiel?” He asked and Castiel swallowed, “Yes sir?” He answered back,
“How would you like to go for a ride today? Nothing to taxing just get on a
horse and walk around the ranch.” He said and Castiel was taken back, ride a
horse? He’s never even been up close to one before, “I-I don’t know how to
ride.” He said after a minute, but Dean came out smiling at him, “Don’t worry,
I’ll teach you.” He said and Castiel swallowed and nodded, “Are you okay?” He
asked wondering if he had some fear about horses, but Castiel just nodded his
head, “Y-Yes sir.” He said clearly nervous and Dean smiled, “Castiel.” He said
with a knowing looking and the angel frowned and looked down, “I-I’m sorry, i-
it’s just… I’ve never been up close to a horse.” He said and then he crossed
his arms across his chest like he was cold, “They scare me.” He added, this
time much quieter. He expected Dean to laugh at him or chuckled at the very
least, but his master did nothing of the sort, “Well then why don’t we just
visit the horses today, you don’t have to ride one if you don’t want to.” He
said as he walked over and smiled at him, Castiel was looking at the ground,
but he had looked up when Dean walked over, “But you wanted to ride.” He said
frowning, but Dean just smiled, “I’m not going to force you to ride Castiel, I
can go on my own time, it’s alright.” He said and Castiel was touched by Dean’s
thoughtfulness once more, but he was troubled by his own fear. He didn’t like
that Dean wasn’t going to do what he wanted because of him and he promised
himself he would try to not be scared of the horses and go on the ride with
Dean. Honestly Castiel was so surprised by all of that, they weren’t really
thoughts as much as feelings, he felt bad for not going on the ride with Dean
and it was such a quick feeling he almost didn’t catch it.
 
They both made their way out to the barn after they ate breakfast, Castiel was
still recovering so he wouldn’t be working for a while. As they walked a couple
of the dogs came over and walked with Castiel keeping close to him, almost like
they were his bodyguards. Castiel was nervous at first, he’s had dogs set on
him before, but after a few moments he realized they were just walking with him
keeping him and Dean company. He relaxed after a minute and just walked content
to have the dogs near him, they even kept the other rougher dogs from being
rough with him, it was so strange to Castiel and Dean seemed to be completely
oblivious of it other than the comment that they had company. When they got to
the barn the dogs parted and ran off to play or relax while Dean and Castiel
entered the barn where a few horses were. They both walked, Castiel keeping
close to Dean, and at the end of the barn was a large horse that was clearly
upset, but it wasn’t doing anything dangerous. Dean lead Castiel to the stall
of one of their older and very, very, relaxed horses, “This is Beauty.” He said
smiling at her, “She’s a bit older for a horse, but that doesn’t mean she feels
old.” He said as the horse walked up to them and nudged Castiel’s face which
frightened the angel and made him get behind Dean with a gasp. Dean smiled and
gently pet the horses face, “It’s alright Cas, she’s just saying hi.” He said
and Beauty moved around Dean to get closer to Castiel, she wanted to nuzzle him
and it was obvious, “Are you okay?” He asked and Castiel swallowed, but nodded,
“U-Uh, yeah.” He said and then looked to Dean, “W-What do I do?” He asked him
nervously and Dean smiled at him patiently, “She won’t bite you, I promise, but
she does lick so beware.” He said and then gently grabbed Castiel’s hand,
“First things first, always let a horse smell you so they can get used to you,
if they don’t recognize you they will be nervous and that’s not a good position
to be in.” He said and Castiel nodded taking in all the information, “Now, just
hold you hand out and let her sniff you for a moment.” He said and Castiel
nodded letting Dean guide his hand to Beauty’s face. She sniffed his hand and
then nuzzled it gently, “See?” Dean said smiling, “She likes you.” He said, but
Castiel was too lost in the experience of a horse just liking him and wanting
to be near him. He moved a little bit closer to the horse and she loved it. She
nuzzled his face again and this time Castiel didn’t shy away, though he was
still a little nervous. He ended up hugging the horse who whinnied and hugged
him back in her own way. After they cute moment Castiel noticed how all the
horses were looking out of their stalls at him and he was curious about them.
He looked to Dean who simply nodded and then Castiel went to each horse and
met, they all loved him, something Dean had never seen before, and they all
wanted to nuzzle him and be near him and hug him.
 
When they got to the end of the barn the horse that was upset was still walking
around angry, but he was looking at Castiel curiously as he did, “That is
Bolt.” He said and shook his head, “He’s new and very, very mean. He was
rescued from a horse mill who was mistreating him, he was like a slave to them,
but then we came in and saved him from the slaughter house and hope that he
will be able to recover.” He said and Castiel looked at him, “Recover from
what?” He asked curiously and Dean sighed, “He was beaten and hurt physically,
but those wounds have healed, he is still recovering mentally from what they
did. He thinks that all humans will hurt him and thus he is mean and attacks
and tries to kick and everything else to get them away from him.” He said as he
shook his head, “We are hoping to teach him that not all humans are bad, there
are some that are kind and just want to help.” He said, but he was looking at
Castiel and hoped that the angel would understand the second meaning to his
words. Castiel felt Dean’s eyes on him and looked down, “W-What happens if he
doesn’t ever recover?” He asked his voice quiet and slightly scared, “Then he
will go to a pasture that is untouched by us, if he can’t integrate into ranch
life we have places that will take him and let him live his life away from
human contact, but it will be difficult for him because he was raised in
captivity and knows humans.” He said and shrugged, “He may not be able to
survive out in the wild because he will crave human attention, even if he’s
afraid of them, it’s all he’s ever know.” He said and sighed softly looking
back at the horse, he was standing at the far end of the stall away from Dean
and Castiel who were just standing there talking.
 
Castiel looked at the horse and felt his heart break for him and wanted nothing
more than to help him too, “Could I… Would it be okay if I went inside?” He
asked timidly, he wanted to just help him somehow, he wanted the horse to live
a good life. Dean was shocked at the request, but he nodded, “Just, be careful,
he’s not very friendly.” He said and Castiel nodded, “Yes sir.” He said and
then opened the stall door and walked inside. The horse was just looking at him
it’s ears back and afraid, but Castiel was calm and simply offered a hug, the
other horses had all hugged him and seemed to love him, he hoped that whatever
they loved about him worked on this horse too. Bolt seemed frightened, but
after a moment looked at Castiel his ears slowly moving forward curiously. He
was interested in the angel and walked over, very slowly, till he was standing
in front of the angel tall and proud, he was a clydesdale which meant he was
huge. He was completely black with white socks and a white streak across his
side which looked like a lightning bolt. The horse came over and nudged
Castiel’s hand, curios it seemed, and then after a moment moved closer to
nuzzled his face. Castiel smiled and nuzzled the horse back gently and brought
his hands up to pet him. Bolt ended up whinnying happily and hugged Castiel
playfully tugging his wings then he knelt down so the angel could ride him.
Castiel was taken back by this and looked to Dean who stood there completely
gobsmacked.
 
Castiel shrugged and got on the horse who stood and simply walked around the
stall with him and Dean went to quickly saddle up a horse and bring him over
then opened Bolt’s stall. The horse walked over to Dean and blew air at him as
he trotted off down the lane and Castiel looked back at Dean who was riding
over with a bridle for him. Castiel grabbed the horse's mane and swallowed
thickly hoping the horse wouldn’t go into a run or anything like that, Castiel
was a very inexperienced ride, but this horse seemed to love him and had a
connection with him. Castiel smiled a little bit as the horse trotted away from
Dean and dodged all his efforts to try and bridle him. Castiel chuckled and pet
the horses neck, “Bolt.” He said softly and the horse turned his head to look
at him, he looked so happy and ended up licking the side of Castiel’s head
making his head stand up which made the angel laugh, “Why don’t we let Dean
help.” He said and the horse blew air out of his mouth and stood as he waited
for Dean to come over. Castiel just hummed softly a tune for the horse who
stood and let Dean put the bridle on him and attach the reins, “There.” He said
and handed Castiel the reins, “This should make him easier to steer, but I get
the feeling you won’t need them.” He said smiling and Castiel shrugged, “He
likes me I guess.” He said and leaned down to hug the horse's neck, “And you
like him too?” Dean asked and Castiel nodded, “I confess I do.” He said and
Dean smiled, “Well then in that case, why don’t you keep him?” He asked, but
Castiel looked at Dean shocked, “Wh-What? I-I don’t know how to take care of a
horse a-and I don’t have the money o-or anything.” He said his first concern
that he would end up neglecting the horse like his previous masters, but Dean
calmed him down, “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He said, “We have plenty of people here
who can take care of him and teach you to take care of him.” Dean said and
Castiel looked at Dean, “B-But…” He started, but Dean stopped him, “No ‘buts’
Cas, he likes you and I have a funny feeling he’ll only let you ride him so if
that’s the case it makes sense that he be yours.” He said smiling, “You both
like each other and definitely help each other, just look at the two of you.”
He said smiling and Castiel blushed and looked down, “I-If you are sure.” He
said, but Dean just smiled, “I’m very sure, you two are already the best of
friends, he’s helped you conquer your fear of horses and you’ve helped him
overcome his fear of humans.” He said, “I don’t think there is a better match.”
He said and Castiel just smiled, “O-Okay.” He said and Bolt turned around and
licked the side of Castiel’s head again which made him laugh a little bit,
“Okay, okay.” He said to the horse who snickered, at least the horse
equivalent, “So what do you say about that ride?” He asked as he sat on his
horse more comfortably, “I would love too, but uh, could we put a saddle on
him?” Castiel asked and Dean nodded, “Yeah, we have saddles for all types of
horses, we should have one for a clydesdale.” He said and then got off his
horse and walked to the barn, he brought back a saddle and a blanket, “This
should be the right one.” He said and then Bolt knelt down for Castiel to get
off and continued to kneel as Dean put the saddle on him. He would move back
and nibble at Dean’s side, but nothing to hurt him, he must have known that he
meant a lot of Castiel.
 
After they got the saddle on Castiel had an easier time riding, Dean kept close
to him and they spoke, or really Dean spoke and Castiel listened all about his
brother, their ranch, and pretty much anything under the sun that Dean decided
to share with him, “Sammy is doesn’t ride all that often, unless he has to, he
doesn’t like it all that much and we don’t have many horses that can carry him
because he’s so tall.” He said smiling and Dean chuckled, “The man is a
freaking moose.” He added and Castiel smiled, Dean always talked fondly of Sam
and he liked to hear about him even if that master scared him because he was so
large and intimidating. They rode for a little bit longer and came past a
stream which Dean pointed out, “That stream leads to a huge pond on our
property, it’s pretty nice of there, the water is mostly clear and there are
all sorts of fish in it.” He said smiling and Castiel nodded, “Could we go?”
The angel asked timidly and Dean looked up at the clouds, “Mmm, yeah sure, we
have time, but it looks like rain is going to hit later.” He said and Castiel
nodded, “It’s a few minutes ride, but we can try and get up to a jog if you
want.” He said and Castiel nodded, “H-How do I ride when I’m going quickly?” He
asked, “All you need to do is stand with the stirrups and just let the horse do
his thing, when we pick up speed to a trot I’ll show you what I mean.” He said
and Castiel nodded.
 
It turned out that riding wasn’t all that hard, trotting was simply, then they
got up to a quick jog and Castiel was a natural following the horses lead like
a pro and Dean was so shocked at how well he was doing, but then the angel had
huge wings that helped. He knew that when he got the chance galloping would
probably be one of his favorite things to do because the wind would be flying
through his wings and he would feel like he was flying again, he hoped Castiel
would fly again, the angel deserved some pride and his wings were something he
could be very proud of, along with his new horse who had some crazy connection
with him, but Dean just chocked it up to being an angel and basically being
part birt or something so he just let that slide.
 
When they got to the pond it was huge and Castiel smile at it, “Wow.” He said
his breath taken away because the sight was beautiful. The trees lined the pond
perfectly, there was a place that someone had set up a hammock, a large one,
and there was a perfect grazing area for the horses to be. Castiel smiled as
they slowed to a walk and went over to the hammock, “It’s beautiful.” He said
and Dean smiled, “Thank you.” he said and then got off his horse taking the
saddle and bridle off of it, “We can let the horses roam, they won’t go too far
and will come back when called.” He said and Castiel nodded then dismounted.
Bolt nudged Castiel and Dean towards the hammock after all his stuff was taken
off, it seemed he wanted to get the two to cuddle on the hammock and Dean
laughed, “Looks like someone has an idea about what they want us to do.” He
said and Castiel blushed, “He’s just being silly.” He said rubbing the back of
his neck, but Dean just smiled at him, “Well I could go for a nap, we’ve been
riding and I bet you're tired.” He said and Castiel suddenly yawned because,
yeah, he felt tired. He blushed and nodded, “I-I’ll sleep on the grass.” He
said as he started towards the hammock, but Dean gently grabbed his hand,
“There is plenty of room for the two of us if you don’t mind my snoring.” He
said and Castiel swallowed thickly, “I-I don’t want to be a bother, I know you
need your rest.” He said, but Dean shook his head, “I get plenty of rest at the
house, if it would make you feel more comfortable I will sleep on the grass,
you need rest.” He said and Castiel frowned looking down and Dean knew that
face. He gently touched Castiel’s cheek and tilted his head up, “It’s okay
Castiel.” He said softly and the angel swallowed thickly, he was afraid that
Dean might do something to him, even though the man had never touched him with
any intent to hurt or take from him.
The angel looked at him and Dean simply smiled, “Would it be okay if we both
slept in the hammock?” He asked and Castiel blushed, but nodded, “O-Okay.” He
said and Dean walked with Castiel to the hammock. He helped the angel in first
and then he climbed on. It ended up being Dean surrounded by the angels massive
wings, he felt so small inside of them and he enjoyed it. Castiel started to
relax as Dean turned his back to him, it made him feel more comfortable knowing
that the man wasn’t facing him to grab him or touch him in anyway. He ended up
snuggling up to the man after a few minutes and wrapped his wings firmly around
him as he nuzzled the back of his neck, much like the first night in that hotel
room. Dean was so kind to him and Castiel did like him, but he was fighting an
internal battle. He knew feelings were growing for Dean, some that were not
right for a slave to have about their master, and he didn’t know what to do. He
ended up falling asleep thinking about all of that though he slept peacefully.
 
He woke up a couple hours later to the horses both nudging him and Dean. He
groaned and his feathers fluffed in irritation to being disturbed. Dean also
groaned and pushed his horse's snout away, but the horse whinnied waking the
both of them up instantly. It was darker than they thought it would be and as
it turned out the rain clouds were coming quickly. Dean saw this and quickly
got up with Castiel right behind him. Dean put the saddles on the horses and
they both mounted and rode off, “We’re gonna get caught in the storm if we
don’t hurry.” He said to Castiel who was scared that this was his fault. He
just kept up with Dean making sure to keep quiet as they rode, he was afraid he
was going to be in trouble if they got rained on. As they rode they saw the
rain and it was inevitable that they got rained on, they were pretty far out
from the ranch and Castiel felt his heart sink to his stomach. He gripped the
reins as tightly as he could as he tried to keep breathing calmly, he knew he
was in deep trouble, he was going to be punished for this for sure.
 
Dean smiled when they got caught in the rain and chuckled, “Well I guess we are
all gonna get a bath.” He said and Castiel looked down as they slowed down to a
trot. The rain got so bad that they actually had to walk instead because the
horses couldn’t see which was when Castiel raised his wings, which still
touched the ground even while on the horse, and placed them above Dean and his
horse. He also tried his best to place his wing above himself, but it was an
awkward position and was only able to protect his horse from the rain, but at
least he could see. Castiel figured he deserved to get rained on because it was
his fault they were caught in the rain. Dean looked over when he didn’t feel
the rain on him anymore and smiled at Castiel, “Thank you.” He said and Castiel
nodded, “Y-You’re welcome sir.” He said his voice wavering, he was afraid he
was in trouble and thus his voice quivered in the slightest.
 
Dean smiled at Castiel, “Thank you.” He said then frowned when he saw that the
angel wasn’t covering himself, “Aren’t you going to cover yourself?” He asked,
but Castiel just shook his head, “I-I can’t, the angle hurts my wing.” He said
and Dean nodded, “I-I’m sorry.” He said after a moment and Dean looked at him
confused, “Sorry for what? You’ve done nothing wrong.” He said, but Castiel
shook his head, “I-I shouldn’t have fallen asleep, i-if I had stayed awake I
could have woken you up and we could have left before the rain, a-and-” He
rambled, but Dean stopped his horse and Castiel’s, “Cas, hey, Cas.” He said
softly gently grabbing the angel's hand, “It’s okay.” He said softly with a
smile, “A little, or a lot, of rain isn’t going to hurt anything.” He said and
Castiel looked at Dean and sniffled, “I-I’m sorry.” He said again, but Dean
just smiled at him, “You have done nothing wrong Cas.” He said softly, “You
have nothing to be sorry for.” He told him and Castiel frowned, but Dean
shushed him, “Please don’t say that this is your fault because no one can
control the weather.” He said softly, “It’s okay, and besides, we got to go on
a wonderful, aren’t you having fun?” He asked and Castiel nodded quickly, “Y-
Yes sir, I-I just…” He started, but trailed off and Dean understood, “I know,
you feel at fault, but I promise you this was something out of our control. The
horses aren’t upset, they both seem happy with the rain and it’s not cold.” He
said and continued to hold Castiel’s hand, “Let’s get back so we can go take a
shower, your wings need to be groomed too so I will let Jo know so you can make
sure they are clean while I take a shower, does that sound good?” He asked and
Castiel nodded, “Y-Yes sir, thank you.” He said and Dean smiled, “You’re very
welcome.” He said and then they continued their walk home, Dean never let go of
Castiel’s hand and Castiel didn’t want to let go of Deans. He felt better
knowing Dean wasn’t mad at him about this, he truly was a kind man, a kind
master, maybe he wasn’t like the others, usually by this time he would have
been beaten and shown the true purpose of his slavery, but Dean… He was so kind
and gentle and Castiel was started to believe that just maybe… Maybe he found a
good master to serve for the rest of his days.
 
After a couple hours they made it back to the ranch and had a couple ranch
hands take care of the horses, they were surprised to see Castiel riding Bolt
because he was so angry and upset with all the hands. Castiel was slowly
growing a name for himself without even realizing it, the ranch hands were
starting to think he was the animal whisperer because of Bolt. Jo took Castiel
to the grooming house and took care of his wings while Castiel told Jo about
everything that happened, all the tender moments he and Dean shared, the horses
that absolutely loved him, it must have been a Castiel thing because the
animals never took to Jo that quickly, though they did like her a lot more than
most of the ranch hands.
 
While Castiel was getting his wings groom Dean took a shower and got new sheets
for his bed, washed his clothes and tidied up his room. The house was looking
good too because he had cleaned it which helped Ellen out a lot and she
appreciated it. Dean knew that he would first start Castiel off on simple
chores around the house, washing the dishes here and there, sweeping the porch,
maybe helping him change a few lightbulbs, just simple maintenance. He yawned
as he finished his shower and stretched, smiling as he dressed in some sleep
pants opting not wear a shirt. Castiel was finished grooming and had taken a
shower and everything, he was all clean and was wearing some comfortable
clothes that he could later sleep in if he chose to. He ended up staying in the
groom house and gave Jo another massage, he wanted to spend more time with her
and get to know her, she was an angel, he was automatically drawn to her
because of that, though he wasn’t interested in her romantically, he was gay
himself, but no one knew that. Well, Jo knew, but she didn’t tell Castiel that
she knew, she was waiting for him to tell her that.
 
After an hour of a wonderful massage Castiel and Jo both went back to the main
house for some dinner and relaxing after a hard day's work. Ellen, Jo, and Sam
were all in the kitchen getting everything ready while Dean and Castiel sat in
the living room. Castiel had a notebook in his hand and a pen that Dean had
lent him, he was just sketching some stuff out, the things he had seen today
and smiled as he remembered the fun they had snuggling in the hammock, he
enjoyed that the most. He sighed softly as he sketched and was completely lost
in his own little world until Sam came in and said dinner was ready. Castiel
hadn’t heard because he was in a trance as he sketched, but when Sam placed his
hand on Castiel’s shoulder he flinched and dropped his pad and paper, “I-I’m
sorry.” He said instantly and Sam pulled his hand back frowning, “It’s alright
Castiel, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He said and the angel swallowed
thickly, “I just wanted to let you know that dinner was ready.” He said and
Castiel nodded, “Th-Thank you s-sir.” He said his voice trembling, Sam frowned
hearing that, but nodded, “You’re welcome.” He said and then left feeling bad
that he frightened Castiel so much, he never meant to make him afraid, he
couldn’t help it sometimes.
 
Dean saw the whole thing and frowned, he knew Sam never meant any harm, he was
a gentle giant, never even hurt a freaking spider, but he knew that Castiel had
his hangups about him because of his height and his obvious muscles. He walked
over to Castiel and knelt down picking up the pan and pad, “Are you okay
Castiel?” He asked softly as he looked at him. The angel nodded and swallowed,
“I-I’m okay, I-I didn’t meant to… I-I mean, i-it was an accident…” He trailed
off, he was trying to say he didn’t mean to flinch like he did, but he couldn’t
seem to get the words out, thankfully Dean understood, “It’s okay, it will take
time, but you’ll see that Sam is a gentle giant, he’s a big clumsy gentle
moose.” He said smiling and Castiel felt a little bit better about it, but that
wasn’t saying much.
 
Dean was about to give the notepad back when he saw the sketch and was so
shocked, “This is the pond.” He said and then turned the page, “And that’s
Bolt.” He added, Castiel felt his heart sink as Dean saw his sketches, he
didn’t want anyone to see them, they were horrible, “It’s… Me.” He said and
Castiel looked down, “I-It’s not that good, I-I just like to draw.” He said
looking down, “I-I hope you are not offended with how you look.” He said
quietly, in actuality the sketches were amazing, Castiel had a gift and the
sketch of Dean looked almost exactly like him, “Are you kidding?” He asked
smiling, “This is amazing.” He said looking at Castiel, “You are so talented.”
He said to him smiling and Castiel blushed, “T-Thank you.” He said timidly and
Dean just smiled as he handed him the notepad, “I’ll get you some real sketch
paper and pencils if you’d like, it’s important that you do things you enjoy
whether it’s sketching or riding or even playing an instrument.” He said and
Castiel looked at him, “Is that why you have a guitar in the corner of your
room?” He asked and Dean chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “You saw
that did you?” He asked and blushed, “Well, I can play a couple things, but I
haven’t picked it up in a couple years.” He said and Castiel tilted his head,
“Wouldn’t you get rid of it then, if it wasn’t useful anymore?” He asked and
Dean shook his head, “It has a high value than anyone could pay, the memories
I’ve had with the instrument and then things that I have lived through with it
make it priceless and I could never get rid of it, even if I never play it
again.” He said smiling as he recalled fond memories with the guitar.
 
Castiel smiled as he heard Dean talk about the instrument, it made him feel
good that even though something wasn’t being used he would still keep it out of
sentiment. After a moment Sam called, “Dean, I’m gonna eat all the pie if you
don’t get over here.” He said and Dean looked affronted, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He cried and Castiel could hear Sam laughing, “You wanna bet?” He called and
Dean immediately left with Castiel following behind him. Dinner was quiet and
playful, Castiel kept quiet just listening to everyone, they understood why and
didn’t question him or ask him anything, only Dean asked him if he would like
some more food which he would accept timidly. Sam and Dean both ate like pigs
so Castiel didn’t feel so conscious about his own food consumption and Ellen
seemed to have made enough for a small country so there was plenty to go
around.
 
After dinner Sam left to his room to read and relax, Ellen and Jo went to bed
and Dean and Castiel were the only two left in the living room just sitting and
relaxing. During dinner and cleaning up the dishes and everything today Castiel
was starting to notice that Dean kept invading his personal space, not that
Castiel had one, but he noticed that Dean was always a little closer to him
than anyone else, always keeping himself as close to him as he dared, but
Castiel found that he didn’t mind it. The man was so kind and gentle that
Castiel enjoying his presence so close to him, it made him feel… Safe.
Something Castiel hadn’t felt in a long time and as Dean drank a beer and
watched something on tv, Castiel just laid on the couch with his head on Dean’s
thigh watching along and falling asleep. It wasn’t until hours later that he
woke up being carried to Dean’s room which made him panic for a split second
before he realized it was Dean carrying him and he knew the man wouldn’t hurt
him. He let himself relax in his arms and when Castiel was tucked in he moved
over to Dean almost immediately and wrapped his wings around him, not realizing
what he was doing in his sleepy state of mind. He just nuzzled closer to Dean
and hummed happily his wings fluffing before he dozed off with Dean running his
fingers through his hair.
A good end to a mostly good day.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel has a check up from a doctor with a huge sweet tooth and a
     taste for moose
Chapter Notes
     Here is the next update, I hope you guys enjoy. It's kind of a chill
     chapter, at least more so than usual and it touches slightly on their
     past, but it's more of a teaser ;D
     I hope you guys enjoy and have a Merry Christmas!
     I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can :D
A couple days later and Castiel couldn’t see his ribs anymore. He smiled as he
looked down and actually saw just a smooth stomach, he felt so good because he
wasn’t being starved or forced to eat that filth. Today Dean said they had a
doctor coming to examine him which made him nervous because it was man, but
Dean said he would be there the whole time. Castiel would be okay if Dean was
with him, he was afraid of doctors, they were always so rough with him and
mean.
Dean had decided to help Castiel keep his mind off of the doctor visit by
simply having him help fold clothes. It was easy teaching the angel to fold
shirts and pants and then he went about folding them with precision, he was
used to his masters expecting perfection so he tried his best, especially
because he wanted to be his best for Dean. Castiel didn’t know exactly when his
feeling started to form, they were so gradual, but he now almost constantly
wants to do things for Dean, help him in anyway he can, including excelling at
the chores he is given.
Castiel continued to fold and listen to Dean who had stopped folding and was
now just talking with Castiel about his brother and more things about the
ranch. Castiel enjoyed listening to Dean and he also enjoyed feeling the warmth
from his legs, Dean had decided that he wanted to tangle his legs with
Castiel’s and the angel didn’t mind it one bit. He sat there and ended up
folding all of the clothes while Dean talked. There were a couple hampers, but
the time passed quickly because of Dean.
After it was all finished Castiel and Dean both stood and took the hampers to
each room depositing the clothes on each person's bed. Everyone had a job and
Dean had a lot of the housework because he got in trouble with Ellen a couple
months back when he accidentally let the washer flood because he overloaded it.
As a punishment Ellen made Dean do his job and hers which he took and didn’t
fight back, he knew she did a lot for them and if she wanted a break he would
let her have it. Dean actually thought that Castiel might be good for a
housekeeper, teaching him how to clean wouldn’t be difficult and he was a hard
worker.
After they finished Castiel and Dean put the hampers into the laundry room and
then went to the kitchen and sat down, Dean needed some coffee and Castiel just
wanted some water. Castiel was kind of fidgeting because he was nervous about
the doctor, but Dean was right there, “It’s alright Castiel.” He said as he sat
back down sitting a little too close again, it was practically the norm, “The
doctor is kind, he’s a short little guy who loves to joke and eat so much candy
it’s a wonder he doesn’t have diabetes.” He said and rolled his eyes which made
Castiel smile just a little bit, “I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He said after
a minute, “It’s alright.” Dean said and gently took his hand, “The doctor will
be here and I’ll be here as well, you won’t ever be alone with him, okay?” He
asked and Castiel nodded, “T-Thank you sir.” He said and Dean smiled, “You’re
very welcome.” He said and then looked at Castiel’s hand, “You know, you don’t
have to call me sir if you don’t want to.” He said and the angel felt his heart
seize as his hand tensed and Dean immediately regretted it, “Do you not like to
be called ‘sir’? Castiel asked his voice timid and wings making him look small,
poor Castiel thought he was doing something wrong, “No, no, it’s fine, I like
the name.” He said already trying to back peddle as hard as possible. In
actuality Dean didn’t like that Castiel called him ‘sir’ and ‘master’, but he
knew it was just how he was and that would take a while to break. Poor Castiel
had looked so worried about the names that Dean didn’t want to tell him how he
felt about them, he could put up with them if it made Castiel feel a little
more comfortable.
Castiel swallowed and nodded, “O-Oh…” He said and held the baskets close hoping
he wasn’t in trouble for calling him ‘sir’, that was proper and he would be in
trouble if he called Dean by anything other than ‘sir’ or ‘master’. Dean could
see Castiel thinking, which he knew was a dangerous place, and decided to move
on with the day, “Come on, we have more work to do.” He said with a smile,
“I’ll show you how to wash clothes now, everyone has a different cycle they put
their clothes on and they have different sizes and styles.” He said and Castiel
was quick to follow him and listen intently forgetting about Dean’s title and
focusing on the chore he was learning.
The day passed like that, Dean and him worked around the house which helped him
to forget all about the doctor coming. He learned how to wash the clothes, how
to fold and sort them based on sizes and styles. He knew which length of pants
were Deans or Sams and he knew that Dean really, really, liked the shirts that
had names of old bands on them. Castiel had never heard of them which made Dean
stop everything and look at the angel almost offended like. Castiel felt
himself shrink thinking he had committed some horrible sin and his bottom lip
almost quivered before Dean grabbed his phone and turned on some music, “We
need to fix this right away.” He said seriously and Castiel didn’t understand
what he meant, “Starting today we are going to listen to all the greatest
classic rock hits.” He said and Castiel started to understand he meant that
listening to all the music would remedy this problem.
Other than that Castiel and Dean worked quickly and efficiently, Dean kept
staying a little too close to Castiel and the angel noticed it, more than he
was willing to admit, but he liked Deans warmth. Castiel was comforted by Dean
being so close to him and he wouldn’t ask him to move away, even if he wanted
that, it wasn’t his place to say how close Dean could and couldn’t get to him.
The man bought him and Castiel still had no rights, it wasn’t like he could say
no to Dean, no matter what that meant.
Dean showed Castiel a few other things, but he kept it simple just sticking to
things that required sitting so the angel wasn’t too tired by the time they
finished. It was after they had eaten lunch that the doctor showed up. There
was a knock on the door while Castiel was laying on the couch with Dean like
the other day. He was using Dean’s leg as a pillow and the man was gently
petting the angels wings. When Castiel was in a sleepy state did Dean ever dare
touch his wings, the angel was very particular. When he was awake he was very,
acutely, aware of exactly how close his wings were to everyone and made sure to
keep them out of everyone's way, the poor angel looked scared when people got a
little too close to his wings.
In his sleepy state however Castiel was more relaxed and let Dean touch his
wings as he dozed. The knocking however made Castiel jump and then angels wings
tensed going completely rigid and Dean pulled his hands away. The angel
swallowed thickly and looked up at Dean worried, but the man just smiled down
at him, “It’s alright Castiel, someone is at the door.” He said and the angel
nodded and sat up staying quiet. Dean stood and Castiel followed this time
invading Dean’s personal space, he was afraid and didn’t want his guardian to
leave him.
Dean just smiled seeing Castiel so close and went to the front door opening it
up. He saw the doctor and smiled, “Doctor Novak, hey.” He said smiling and
Castiel immediately tensed and grabbed the back of Dean’s shirt out of fear, he
didn’t want to go near the doctor, but he knew if he was with Dean he would
have a better chance of staying safe.
Gabriel Novak stood there smiling, “Dean, nice to see you again, how are you
doing?” He asked as Dean let him inside. Castiel was clinging to Dean’s back,
but the man just smiled and let him, he wouldn’t rip him away if doing that
comforted him or made him feel safe, “I’m doing fine, I cut back on the junk
food like you said and I feel so much better.” He told him and the doctor
smiled, “I told you that stuff makes you feel like crap, put good in get good
out.” He said and Dean rolled his eyes, “And what about you huh?” He asked
eyeing the lollipop that the doctor was sucking on, “These are sugar free,
besides, I take care of myself very well.” He said and Dean rolled his eyes,
“Uh huh.” He said and Gabriel rolled his eyes, “Yes huh, now tell me, who is
the patient I’m seeing today, you didn’t tell me anything about them.” He said
and frowned, “Are they tall dark and moose like?” He asked with a smirk and
Dean made a gagging face, “Please don’t talk about my brother like that to me,
you can keep trying to get into his pants after you look at my lovely friend
here.” He said and then looked behind him to Castiel, “Cas, this is Doctor
Gabriel Novak, he’s going to be the doctor doing your physical.” He said and
Castiel wallowed and nodded looking at the man.
He was much smaller than Castiel and that helped to take the edge off, but the
angel was still nervous because he’s had horrible experiences with doctors,
they always hurt him and were
cruel to him. He was always mistreated by them and as a result he fears them
more than the average person, “You can call me Gabriel if you like, or Doctor
Novak, or handsome and charming.” He said and then posed for a pretend camera.
Castiel went wide eyed and then looked to Dean who shook his head at Gabriel
before looking to the angel, “Don’t worry about him Castiel, he’s harmless.” He
said and the angel swallowed and frowned his nerves keeping him from talking,
“Just call him Doctor Novak.” He said and Castiel nodded, he would remember
that, he didn’t want to offend the doctor and risk getting in trouble.
Gabriel huffed, “You’re no fun.” He said and then cleared his throat, “Show me
where we are doing this so I can get set up if you would.” He said and then
Dean walked with him, Castiel still clinging to him, and showed him where to
set up, “I’ll be about fifteen minutes, I have to make sure I have everything
and then I’ll come and get you.” He said and Dean nodded, “Alright, me and Cas
will be in the living room, come and get us when you’re ready.” He said and
Gabriel nodded as he went to work setting up his work station.
Dean lead Castiel to the couch again and sat down, Castiel followed suit and
sat next to the man still clinging to him, he was near shaking at this point
and Dean did the only thing he could think of to calm him down. He wrapped his
arms around him and gently rubbed his back, careful not to rub his wings, “It’s
going to be okay Cas, Gabriel won’t hurt you, he is kind and I will be right
there next to you.” He said softly and that made him feel a little bit better,
the angel just moved onto Dean’s lap and slumped over which made Dean tense for
a moment before he himself relaxed and just held the angel gently.
He ended up humming some classic rock songs and lulled the angel into a doze
once more before Dr. Novak came back, “Dean, I’m ready.” He called and Castiel
opened his eyes and swallowed thickly, “It’s okay Castiel, it’ll be over before
you know it.” He said and Castiel nodded, he tried to steel himself, but he
wasn’t very good at concealing his fear like he used to, not when Dean lets him
show all the emotions he wants without getting in trouble. Dean smiled and
gently picked up the angel who just clung to Dean desperately, he didn’t want
to let him go ever. When they entered the room though Castiel felt his lip
quiver seeing Dr. Novak sitting in a chair writing a few things down, “Ah, Mr.
Winchester, come in come in. I’ve got some forms I need you to fill out,
medical history and what not, if you don’t mind.” Dean nodded and sat down with
Castiel in his lap, “Of course, not a problem.” He said and Dr. Novak handed
him the forms and walked out, “Just call for me when you’re finished, I’ll just
help myself to a glass of water if that’s alright.” He said and Dean nodded as
he left.
Castiel watched as Dean checked some things off for Castiel, he was filling out
the forms for him and would ask him a few questions, “Do you know any of your
medical history Castiel?” He asked and the angel shook his head, “I-I don’t
know anything, they didn’t tell me anything, b-but I don’t think I have
anything wrong with me.” He said and frowned, “I-I don’t think so.” He said and
looked down, “B-But I was sold so that means something was wrong with me.” He
said looking down, if an angel is sold it means they are defective and while
they go for a lot of money, they are not perfect therefore they are not good.
Dean saw Castiel's eyes and frowned at him, “Hey, nothing is wrong with you.
Those people who saw a flaw clearly didn’t look closely enough.” He said,
“Because I see a perfect angel.” He said and Castiel looked up at Dean with
such innocence, he’s never been called perfect before and he was so shocked,
“Don’t worry about those people anymore, you’re here and here to stay, no one
is going to sell you here.” He said and Castiel felt so much affection rush
through him that he just hugged Dean and whimpered quietly. Dean immediately
put the paper and pen down and just held Castiel, “It’s okay Castiel.” He said
softly, “It’s gonna be okay.” He said as he rubbed his back, it took them a few
minutes, but Castiel calmed down and Dean and him filled out the rest of the
forms.
After they were finished they opened the door and Dean called for the doctor.
He came back and Castiel was still sitting on Dean’s lap not wanting to let go
of him, but Gabriel just worked around it. He wasn’t in this business to make
his patients fear him, he was fun and wanted all of his patients to love him
and think he was funny. It was a slow check up, they had to do a full physical
to make sure nothing was wrong. Nothing too stressful, just temperature, blood
pressure, weight, etc.. Castiel was nervous the whole time and when he brought
out the needle and vials to draw blood he whimpered and pressed his face to
Dean’s neck, “P-Please don’t hurt me.” He whimpered so quietly only Dean heard
him and he held the angel gently, “No one is going to hurt you Castiel.” He
said softly, “Dr. Novak is going to take some blood and it will be over
quickly, I promise.” He said and the angel sniffled, he had tears running down
his face, but he nodded, “Y-You promise it won’t hurt?” He asked his voice
trembling, Gabriel heard him and it made his gut wrench, he hated whatever
doctors made this poor angel so afraid of them and Gabriel strived to make it
right, “I promise it won’t hurt.” Dean said and Gabriel nodded, “It’s a small
needle, you won’t feel a thing if you just talk with me.” He said his voice
soft and honey sweet. Castiel looked at the short man and his whiskey eyes put
him slightly at ease, he didn’t look mean or evil. He swallowed and sniffled,
“I-I like to listen.” He said and Dean smiled, “Do you? Well I have a ton of
stories.” Gabriel said smiling, “One time when I was a little kid I didn’t want
to go to the dentist, I had a cavity, and I tried to hide from my parents.” He
said and chuckled, “I was so stupid as a kid, I ended up going over to the
drapes and just hiding behind them with my feet poking out.” He said and
Castiel felt his lip tug at that, he could imagine a kid trying to hide from
his parents like that.
As Gabriel talked he took the blood without Castiel even noticing that much and
when he was finished he smiled and took a step back, “All done.” He said
smiling and Castiel looked down at the band aid, “That’s it?” He asked so
surprised and Gabriel smile, “I just need to take one feather to do an analysis
and make sure that you don’t have any other kind of medical problems, you want
to keep them healthy.” He said smiling and Castiel felt his throat constrict,
“Y-You what?” He asked his voice trembling obviously, “I-I… Y-You said that…”
He stuttered and then whimpered as he pulled his wings to his body, “I-I’m
good, please…” He whimpered and Dean and Gabriel both were confused. Dean
immediately put his arms around him, “It’s okay Castiel, it’s okay.” He said
softly as he rubbed the angels back, “He just needs one, you can pick which one
so we don’t hurt you.” He said and Castiel felt so lost and relieved all at the
same time, “W-What?” He asked his voice still scared, but Dean was right there.
Dean gently held the angel and shushed him softly, “It’s okay Castiel, just
listen to me, okay?” He asked and the angel swallowed and nodded his trembling
fingers gripping Dean’s shirt, “We need a feather, just one feather.” He said
and the angel whimpered, “Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart.” He said softly and
Castiel would have melted hearing Dean call him that if only they didn’t want a
feather, it was an excruciating thing to have a feather ripped out. Dean
continued to shush the scared angel until he knew he was listening, “Do you
know if any of your feathers can be pulled without any pain?” He asked softly
and Castiel swallowed, but nodded, “Y-Yes sir.” He said, his voice was
trembling, but he was mostly calm in Dean’s arms, if very freaked by their
request, “Will you please give me a feather?” He asked and Castiel looked at
Dean who was looking at him so kindly it broke his heart, Castiel knew he
didn’t deserve such a kind master. He also knew that he could not refuse any
request from his masters, though even with all of this fear coursing through
him, he felt something inside of him want to please Dean; He wanted to give
Dean a feather if it made him happy.
Castiel bit his lip for a moment and looked to his wings pinpointing one he
could remove without pain. He gently moved his wing so he could reach to a very
insensitive part of his body and gently plucked a feather from his wing. He
gritted his teeth just a little bit, but it didn’t hurt all that much. The
feather was very long and pure black, the shaft was black as well, a very
uncommon thing with angels, but he had black wings. Gabriel watched in
fascination, angels were always so interesting to him which is why he was a
normal doctor, but also specialized in angels, they had specific needs and
requirements when it came to their wings and health and he wanted to make sure
any angel that came through Sam’s ranch was taken care of, he had a thing for
Sam, he wanted to climb him like a tree and never come down.
Castiel sniffled for a second and looked to Dean innocently as he offered his
feather to him, Dean didn’t know what it meant to have a feather offered to him
by an angel, not many did. Dean smiled at Castiel and gently touched his cheek
wiping away non existent tear streaks and accepted the feather, “Thank you
Castiel.” He said softly and the angel couldn’t help his feather fluffing as he
smiled so small. Castiel sighed after a moment and leaned against Dean
relaxing, he needed to rest after this, so much stress was wearing him out
quickly, “I’ll be back in a week with the results, we can go over them and
discuss how to go about a sort of regimen that will help your angel recover
healthily.” He said as he stored the blood, feather, and forms in his brief
case, “Now, point me in the direction of the moose, I need to make sure he
schedules his physical.” He said with a smirk and Dean rolled his eyes, “He’s
probably over with the horses right now, head to the barn and ask the hands
there, they’ll know where he’s at.” He said and the man smiled, “Thank you.” He
said and quickly left after he gathered his items and stored them in his car,
he was after Sam for so many things and Dean didn’t want to know any of them.
After the small doctor left Dean stood with Castiel in his arms, the poor angel
was almost boneless as he lifted him up and walked him to his room, “Castiel?”
He asked softly and the angel groaned so softly and opened his eyes looking up
at Dean, “C-Can I help you M-Master?” He asked so softly and exhausted Dean
couldn’t help but smile at him and kiss his forehead, “Take a nap for me
sweetheart, you deserve it after being so brave for me.” He said and the angel
smiled up at Dean, he liked being praised and he felt like such a good boy
knowing his master was pleased with him, “O-Okay.” He said and then Dean walked
into his room and gently tucked the tired angel into his bed and left him to
rest.
Poor Castiel was so exhausted and he slept for a good hour and a half while
Dean went to work cleaning up the house, he had some of the hands taking care
of his work while he helped the new member of their ranch adjust and did the
housework, it was normal so he didn’t worry about it. Dean was just happy that
Castiel was sleeping peacefully and he was able to get the rest of the
housework done. When he was finished he decided to head up to his room and
check on the angel, he figured if he was still asleep he could just go through
the stuff on his desk and actually organize the thing. He walked up to his room
and slowly opened the door to find Castiel sitting on his bed with a notebook
and a pen.
The angel looked up with wide eyes and Dean caught the look of utter terror
before the angel relaxed seeing it was Dean and offered him the smallest smile
he had ever seen, “Hey, did you sleep well?” Dean asked and Castiel nodded, “Y-
Yes sir, thank you for letting me rest.” He said and looked down feeling a bit
strange. Normally when his masters came to the room and he was in bed they
would force themselves on him, but this was Dean and Castiel knew he would
never do that, even though he had only known him for a few days Castiel already
knew without a shadow of a doubt that Dean wouldn’t hurt him or touch him in
that way.
Dean smiled at him, “You’re welcome, I know that today was stressful and you
needed to rest after the doctor.” He said and Castiel nodded, he did actually
like the man, he was kind and a little funny, “I-Is there something I can do
for you s-sir?” He asked after a moment, he didn’t usually get to be on the bed
unless he was severely sick or being, used, which he was neither. Dean just
smiled at him, “No, just relax, consider the rest of the day a fun day.” He
said and Castiel tilted his head, he didn’t understand, but he knew what was
fun; at least he knew what it meant.
Castiel nodded and bit his lip as he looked back down at the paper, he was
sketching again, when he had woken up he had this need to draw so he grabbed
the pad and pen he was using and went to work. He drew several different
things, most of them containing Dean in some form or fashion, he was always the
center of the things he drew, almost always at least. At the moment though
Castiel had decided to draw Dean with angel wings, Castiel had dreamed of him
with them and they suited him. He smiled as he drew his master with the wings,
they were beautiful and so much larger than his own. To Castiel they reminded
him of… He stopped as tears welled in his eyes and he pushed the thought of…
Him, away. He immediately stopped sketching after that, his heart aching for
the man he once knew.
Dean was oblivious to Castiel’s emotional moment as he went through his desk
and looked through old notes, files, slaves, you name it he probably had it.
Thankfully he had no trash, he just had a lot of odds and ends. He went through
it all and organized it, finally having desk space again, it wasn’t completely
covered by papers and other things. He smiled when he was finished and leaned
back in his chair, “Much better.” He said as he saw something that made his
heart skip a beat. He hadn’t seen it in a long while, but he knew he had it
somewhere. As he reached for it he smiled as a single tear fell, “Hey mom.” He
whispered so quietly no one heard him. It was a picture of his mother, of him
and Sam’s mother, she was beautiful and Dean always remembered her as being so
kind and loving. He missed her so much, he wished he could see her one last
time, but… He knew that wasn’t possible. What mother would sell her own
children? Dean knew neither of his parents loved neither him nor Sam, his past
was evident of that and it pained him to see her face, but he also still loved
her so much.
Dean took a few moments to let his emotions settle after he put the picture
away, he couldn’t bare to look at her any longer. He sighed softly and wiped
his tears before he looked to Castiel who had his own tears streaming down his
face, but his expression wasn’t fear, Dean knew that expression very
intimately. He looked at Castiel, knowing he had time to actually study the
angel who was completely lost in his sketches, and saw this forlorn expression
playing over his face. Dean wondered what was going through his mind, perhaps
he missed someone like he did, perhaps he wished he had died years ago, though
Dean hoped Castiel didn’t wish to die now. He watched the angel sketch and his
expression changed from forlorn to fear then jumped to anger. Dean had never
seen Castiel angry and the expression changed his entire demeanor, his wings
had moved and looked intimidating while sketched. He watched in fascination as
the angel sketched so fiercely he was apprehensive to disturbing him.
Castiel had completely lost himself in his sketch, he had switched from Dean
with wings to a man he once knew and loved with all of his heart, a man he had
betrayed all those years ago as a child. He was so foolish then, he wished he
could change it, but knew it was impossible, he was to blame for what happened
and he’s had to live with it since he was just a fledgling. After he was done
Castiel looked at the sketch and sniffled as he relaxed, he missed him so much,
but he knew that if they ever met again Castiel would be dead in an instant.
He wiped his tears and sighed, “Please forgive me.” He said so quietly Dean
almost didn’t hear him. He wondered if Castiel had done something he thought
was wrong, but that wasn’t possible, but then he wondered if he sketched
something from his past. He decided not to bring it up, but instead stood and
went to the bed. He slipped under the covered and pulled Castiel close who had
this look of desperation, Dean could practically hear him beg not to ask him
what was wrong or why he was acting like this so he didn’t, “It’s okay
Castiel.” He said softly as the angel collapsed and slumped against the man,
“It’s okay.” He said to him in comfort, he didn’t ask what was wrong and didn’t
expect to know what was wrong. Dean knew that Castiel needed this to be kept a
secret, this wasn’t something that he was supposed to know and Dean wouldn’t
push it.
Castiel was so shocked that Dean didn’t demand to know what was wrong, it was
so foreign to him that he could keep information to himself if he wanted to. A
part of him wanted to tell Dean what was wrong, but the rest of him was against
it. Castiel couldn’t bare this part of his heart just yet, it was too painful
and still, even after all of these years, too much for him to bare. Dean
understood though, he knew what Castiel was going through, even if the
specifics were different, he had been where he was now, “Just rest Cas, it’ll
be okay.” He said and the angel did as he was told, him and Dean both laid down
and Castiel was snuggled right up to his master, he felt so safe here with Dean
in his wings and he in Dean’s arms. He took in a shaky breath and relaxed
against Dean, “Thank you.” He said softly, Castiel couldn’t convey enough
gratitude towards Dean even if he tried. Dean smiled against Castiel’s hair as
he gently stroked his back, “You’re welcome.” He whispered softly into his hair
and after about thirty minutes they both fell asleep, comfortable in each
others embrace.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
A few days later and Castiel was actually able to do housework consistently, it
had been about a week since he got there and he was able to do simple chores on
his own, still nothing too strenuous just simple tasks to keep up with. Castiel
enjoyed having chores, he liked working it made him feel useful and Dean always
praised him for doing a good job which made him happy, but also frightened him
and kept triggering a fight or flight response, Castiel always pushed it away
though.
Apparently someone important was coming over because Dean and Sam were both
getting the place prepared while he did his chores, someone named Bobby?
Castiel didn’t know who he was, he had never heard about him before, but the
way the two talked about him he assumed Bobby was their father. The two didn’t
work on the house for long, they quickly got it tidied up and went to work on
their normal chores. He wondered what kind of man he was, but Castiel knew he
had to be a kind man, Dean was kind and he had seen Sam be kind on occasion
though he still scared him.
Castiel finished his chores quickly and after he was done he liked to sit in
the living room and sketch. It was his favorite thing to do, sketch anything
that came to mind. Castiel had done portraits of Dean, Sam, Ellen, Jo, and even
Dr. Novak, he liked the doctor. He was working on what Bobby might look like,
but he had nothing to go off of so he just sketched out a type of family
portrait with Dean, Sam, Ellen and Jo, he wanted to put himself in there, he
wanted to belong to this family, but he knew he would never be able to. Castiel
was a slave and no matter what, he could never change that. His feelings
towards Dean were nothing, he really liked him so much and at times it scared
him because he didn’t know what the man would do if he found out his true
feelings. That thought alone scared him because it meant that everything he was
used to would change and he couldn’t handle more change.
He sighed softly and looked around the place thinking of what to sketch when
there was a knock on the door. He felt a chill run up his spine as he stood,
what if that was Bobby? What would he do to him? Castiel suddenly started
thinking about the worst case scenario, that this man was a bad man and he
hated all slaves and would beat them any chance he got, he was so afraid to
answer the door that it took a second time for them to knock before Castiel
quickly went over and opened the door.
Castiel looked to see a taller man with a full beard and a worn out baseball
cap, he was wearing some jeans and a shirt with a plaid overshirt on and
Castiel knew instantly where Dean and Sam both got their fashion sense from. He
swallowed and quickly looked down stepping aside to let the man in, “You must
be Castiel.” He said his voice rugged and kind, “I-I… Y-Yes sir.” Castiel
answered as he held his hands in front of him, “M-Master Dean and Master Sam
are both out working on the ranch.” He said his voice trembling, he wasn’t
expecting this man to be here so soon, he thought Dean or Sam would be here to
greet him, “That’s alright, I know my way around and I’ve been wanting to meet
you since Dean told me about you.” He said and that made Castiel freeze for a
moment, he was never the reason someone came to visit, he was a slave, just a
lowly servant, why would anyone want to meet him?
Castiel swallowed and nodded, “O-Oh…” He said timidly and then followed Bobby
to the kitchen where he started to brew a pot of coffee, “I’m Bobby Singer, the
boys surrogate father.” He said and Castiel tilted his head confused,
“Surrogate?” He asked before he could stop himself, he didn’t understand what
that meant. Bobby smile, “I’m not their biological father, but I’ve been around
those boys for years, I got one when they were just a kid and the other, well I
found him later when he was about nineteen.” He said and sighed, “Those two
have been through so much, especially Dean, but they didn’t let it break them.”
He said, “Damn proud of them for it too.” He said and Castiel could see the
proud papa bear coming out and it warmed him a little bit, he suddenly felt
relaxed around Bobby.
It was nice being around the older man, he was like Dean, very relaxed and,
while he didn’t talk all that much, when he did Castiel listened intently.
Bobby was a kind soul, old and beat up, but good and Castiel could sense that,
it’s what made him relax around him just as much as he did around Dean. He
liked being around him, he reminded him of… Castiel paused to capture his
thoughts and guide them away from his past, he already had a breakdown the
other day for sketching him, he doesn’t need another one.
A few hours later and Castiel was sitting on the couch relaxing while Bobby
drank a beer and watched something on TV. Castiel was cocooned in his wings
taking a nice nap, today wasn’t stressful, but he had worked and he was still
weak, he had a long road before he was ready to help on the ranch. Castiel was
out of shape, still slightly malnourished and needed a lot more rest before he
would be able to do a full days work, and that was just for housework.
It was later in the afternoon, Castiel was sleeping full out on the couch, when
Dean and Sam both came back. Bobby had had about three beers and was just
watching an old movie they were playing when the boys walked in laughing and
teasing each other, “At least I didn’t make the the poor dog yelp.” Dean said
and Sam huffed out a laugh, “Whatever Dean, I didn’t see him, he knows I didn’t
mean it.” He said and then they walked through the living room and saw Bobby
which made them smile, “Bobby, why didn’t you tell us you were here?” Sam asked
as he went over and hugged the smaller man who had stood when they walked in,
“And have you boys talk my ear off? No thank you, I liked it nice and quiet,
Cas was attentive and got me some beers and then listened as I talked for a
little while before he curled up like a damn cat and passed out on the couch. I
decided to just watch some TV while you boys worked.” He said and Dean
chuckled, “Well Cas likes you then.” He said smiling at the angel who was
curled up with his wings on the couch, “He doesn’t sleep when just anyone is
around.” He added and then gave the man a hug, “Yeah, he was real nervous when
I first came in, but something made him relax, not sure what it was.” He said
and shrugged, “Glad he’s able to get some rest though, I know what they look
like when they first come here, it ain’t pretty.” He said and shook his head
knowing Castiel probably looked half dead when he arrived here.
The boys talked with Bobby for a little while and then Cas ended up waking up
and tensed seeing Sam, he didn’t want to offend his taller master and stood
quickly as he pulled his wings close to his body. Dean knew that the angel was
tense because of Sam, but Bobby had no idea. Sam knew, but he just felt ashamed
that the angel feared him, he didn’t want that, but first impressions were hard
to change. Dean approached the angel and gently placed a hand on his shoulder,
“He’s not going to hurt you Cas.” Dean said softly, he spoke so only Castiel
could hear him. The angel nodded, “I-I’m sorry sir.” He said as worry played
across his face, he didn’t mean to act this way, he couldn’t help it sometimes.
Dean smiled at him, “It’s okay Cas, it’s okay if you are afraid.” He said as he
placed a hand gently on the angels cheek, “You aren’t going to be in trouble if
you are afraid.” He said softly and Castiel couldn’t help himself from leaning
into his hand, he was such a weakling, so needy for Dean’s praise and gentle
touches. Dean smiled at him, “Are you hungry?” He asked as he pulled his hand
away and Castiel nodded, “Yes sir.” He said quietly looking down at Dean’s
feet, he wanted to please his master and he didn’t want Sam to be upset with
him, it was a difficult thing to do because he was afraid of Sam, but that was
Dean’s brother. Dean just hugged the angel gently, “It’s gonna be okay.” He
said softly, then pulled away and gently grabbed his hand leading him to the
kitchen where Sam was cooking dinner.
Both Castiel and Dean sat down, Castiel was in between Bobby and Dean and he
felt relaxed, though still a little on edge because of Sam. Ellen and Jo came
over and sat down greeting Bobby happily, they all knew him and loved him like
a father or brother. Dinner was uneventful, Castiel quietly ate what Dean put
on his plate, he would never serve himself food that his masters ate, he
couldn't get past that just yet. Dean was patient with him though and just
continue to get him food, Castiel had started tapping Dean’s leg gently when he
wanted more, it was subtle and Dean learned quickly that was what it meant.
Once dinner was over they all moved to the living room and relaxed on the
couches and chairs. Castiel simply sat on the floor next to Dean’s feet, he
didn’t feel comfortable sitting on the couches with all the masters present,
and everyone seemed to ignore that. They all knew Castiel was Dean’s work in
progress and even Bobby knew that confronting the angel now would only set them
back further, so they all relaxed and left the angel to his own devices. Dean
knew it wasn’t customary to act like this with a slave, he’s never let one
sleep in his bed nor has he let them attach to him like Castiel has, but…
Something was pulling him towards Castiel, Dean couldn’t place it at all.
Something inside of himself was calling for Castiel and as he slept with him
and spent time with him that voice, feeling, whatever it was, kept getting
stronger to the point that if he were to sever their, whatever they have, it
would cripple him and it would possibly destroy this creature to which Dean
would never let any more harm come to.
Dean was deep in thought, but his awareness was constantly on Castiel, he
seemed to subconsciously note all of the movements of his and all for the
angels benefit, he seemed to know when Castiel needed to move his wings which
lead Dean to moving himself so the angel had the room. Thankfully no one took
much notice to Dean and Castiel, they trusted Dean was doing what was best for
the poor slave and they hoped that Castiel would recover soon, even though he
looked to be one hundred percent from when he got here. Everyone knew that the
angel had a long way to go before he was ready to be added to the ranch, in the
meantime Dean was there to help him along the way, teaching him about cleaning
and working with his hands. He wanted Castiel to have skills that would help
him in his life. If the angel chose to leave then he would need to know how to
keep a house in order, how to manage money, how to get and maintain a job, but
that would all come in time. Dean knew he couldn’t put too much on the angel or
he would break and right now it was just about him resting and recovering his
strength.
As everyone spoke and relaxed Castiel kept close to Dean, he had his trench
coat on, like always, he loved this thing, even if he didn’t wear it all the
time, he wanted to keep it forever and that meant wearing it sparsely so as not
to wear it out. He loved the few yards of fabric, it held so much importance to
him and no one would ever know it. It had long since lost the smell of the
previous owner, but… Castiel remembered the smell, he could, and would, never
forget it as long as lived. He pressed the sleeve to his face and inhaled, he
remembered the smell of the one who gave him the coat in the first place, the
one who protected him all those years ago. He sniffled after a moment and
purged the thoughts, he couldn’t have a breakdown here, not in front of all of
these people. He couldn’t let his weakness show or they may get rid of him like
many others had. He didn’t feel safe here, but he didn’t feel as threatened
either. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, he needed to keep calm,
he couldn’t let those memories break him right now. Not when he swore he would
do everything in his power to be stronger, to work harder, to be better… For
him.
While Castiel was having his internal struggle Dean sensed something was wrong,
he could tell Castiel was on the verge of crying, but he didn’t know why. He
looked at everyone around and could tell they were all engrossed in their
conversations so he stood and placed a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, “Let’s go to
bed.” He said softly, he didn’t intend to sleep though, he simply wanted to get
Castiel away from everyone so he could comfort him. Castiel tensed for a moment
and looked up at Dean afraid and heartbroken, he thought that he had ruined
something and he was in trouble, he couldn’t have possibly known Dean sensed
his distress. He stood though, he would never disobey his master no matter
what, and simply followed him after he announced that they were going to bed.
No one said anything and Castiel felt his heart racing, he just knew he did
something wrong, maybe he should have been rubbing his feet, perhaps he needed
to have been rubbing his shoulders, but he was just sitting there lazily. He
kept himself from sniffling, he wasn’t going to cry and he wasn’t going to beg
his master's forgiveness, it never helped anyway, at least in his experience.
When they got to the door Castiel could hear his heart pounding and he suddenly
stopped in the doorway afraid to enter. He knew Dean wouldn’t hurt him, he knew
that he would never lay a harmful hand on him, but Castiel was so afraid,
afraid he had done something wrong, afraid this was all some kind of front,
like Dean and everyone else was lying to him. Castiel didn’t believe that this
place was heaven, he was an angel, but he had fallen lower than all of them, he
didn’t deserve heaven, not after what he did all those years ago, he was to
blame for it, it was all him. Castiel let out a whimper he didn’t mean and Dean
looked over at him. The angel shrunk and looked down his wings pulled close, he
held them as close as he could afraid the man was going to hurt him. He
couldn’t stop the tears from falling or his lip from trembling, hell he
couldn't even stop himself from the shaky breaths he kept taking. He tried to
hold his breath, to keep from making any noises, but he wasn’t as trained
anymore because Dean had let him relax. Castiel felt so stupid for trusting
him, he was going to change just like they all did, why didn’t he learn his
lesson the first time, he was nothing more than a piece of meat that his
masters would use and consume how they saw fit.
Dean stood and watched Castiel, the moment he looked at him the angel turned
into a cowering mess and Dean felt like he was to blame for it. He was about to
move closer, but thought better of it and stood still his hands at his sides
palms facing up, “Castiel.” He said his voice just barely above a whisper, he
didn’t want to spook the angel, his wings were powerful and Dean knew he could
do some serious damage if he jumped, instincts kick in and Dean wasn’t about to
let him hurt him or himself. The angel whimpered and shrunk even more, if that
were possible, “Y-Yes sir?” He asked his voice trembling and broken like the
first day they met, “What’s wrong?” He asked his voice still as soft as ever,
he took one single step closer and waited for an answer.
Castiel whimpered again, he couldn’t be honest with this man, he wasn’t to be
trusted, he was his master and no master of Castiel’s ever cared about him,
there was only one, but they died and he was thrust into this horrid life. The
angel didn’t know how to answer him, but he had to or he would be in even more
trouble. The angel took in a few shaky breaths and gripping the coat his was
wearing, “N-Nothing si-sir.” He stuttered, he knew he was lying, he knew that
Dean would see right through him, but he couldn’t help it, he just couldn’t
bring himself to say what was wrong.
Dean sighed softly, he knew the angel was lying, but he didn’t know what was
bothering him, “Castiel, sweetheart.” He said as he took another step forward,
but the angel stopped him, “I’m not your sweetheart, I’m not your anything!” He
cried out to him, “I’m a slave and you’re my master!” He yelled his voice
cracking and his tears falling down his face, “I mean nothing to you, I am
nothing, why do you torture me like this?!” He cried as he looked at Dean threw
eyes filled with pain, he was trying to protect himself from feeling anything
but contempt for this man, if he started to care for him… Castiel couldn’t let
that happen, he had seen what a slave who loves his master gets when they find
out.
Dean was silent, looking at Castiel in complete shock, he had never seen a
slave do that before, he’s had them try to escape, try to steal and one even
slashed his tires, but never has he ever had one yell at him like that. Dean
has never had a slave like Castiel before, completely broken in every way, but…
There was something inside of him at the same time, something that was strong
and volatile. The man stood there and heard as Sam and Bobby ran upstairs, but
he waved them off, “Every master has done this before, just tell me I’m nothing
and treat me like it, stop lying to me like they do.” He said his voice
trembling once again, “I-I can’t take anymore deceit.” He said and then he fell
to his knees and cried silently into his hands, he knew he had just sentenced
himself to all sorts of punishment, but he couldn’t take all of the niceties.
He just sat there on his knees crying silently into his hands, the poor angel
was just so tired of being lied to all the time; he needed Dean more than he
knew.
Dean felt his heart breaking anew hearing the words Castiel was saying, he
looked over at Sam and Bobby, Jo and Ellen were behind them looking concerned
and wary of the situation, they didn’t know if Castiel was going to attack or
not, but they would be ready. Dean knew though, he knew Castiel was just a man
that was stripped bare and didn’t know how else to react, but with hateful
words like he had been fed all his life. Dean knew the angel wouldn’t hurt him
right now, he needed him.
While Castiel was crying into his hands Dean moved towards him slowly,
“Castiel.” He said softly and the angel let out a whimper and put his face to
the floor, he was so afraid, “I-I’m so sorry.” He said over and over again, he
was so afraid and so broken, Dean felt his own tears well up, but he swallowed
them down and cleared his throat, “It’s okay Castiel.” He said softly as he
walked to him, “It’s gonna be okay.” He said and then knelt down in front of
him. The poor angel was bowing, nose to the ground, covering his head and
shaking, he was so afraid, but Dean just had his arms out to embrace him with a
gentle smile, “Come here Castiel.” He said and then angel let out another
whimper, Dean knew that phrase scared him, but when he saw his opens are he
hoped he would get the idea.
When Castiel did look up he saw Dean with a smile and his arms held out, it
wasn’t often a master forgave so quickly and Castiel felt himself flinch
reflexively. Dean felt his heart break seeing that, but didn’t move, “Come to
me angel, I’m not going to hurt you.” He said and then angel whimpered, but
crawled over to him, his desire to be obedient overriding his fear, “I-I’m so
sorry master.” He whimpered, but Dean shushed him softly and wrapped his arms
around him, “It’s okay.” He said softly, “It’s okay, you were afraid, and
that’s okay.” He said to him, Dean knew those words were spoken in fear, he
would never hold it against him and wouldn’t take it to heart, not when he knew
the angel was speaking out of fear and experience from other cruel masters.
The angel whimpered and pressed his face to Dean’s neck, he longed to be held
like this. Even if he was terrified, he wanted his master to hold him, he
desired to be good for him so much. Dean held Castiel close and waved Sam and
the others away, they weren’t needed and honestly would scare Castiel even more
if he knew they were there. They left and Dean was left with the broken angel
that was Castiel. He cried and cried and Dean just held him close and listened
to him cry for a couple hours before Castiel eventually fell asleep in Dean’s
arms completely sleep. Dean smiled softly, “Rest angel, everything will be
better in the morning.” He said softly and then he picked up Castiel and
distributed him on the bed under the covers. He took a shower and then came to
bed as well, after he shut the door that is, he didn’t sleep with the door
open, too little privacy for himself. When he slipped into bed Castiel was
almost waiting for him, the angel was still asleep, but when he felt the dip in
the bed he immediately moved over to where Dean was and curled up against him
wrapping his wings around him, it was almost second nature for him at this
point. Dean fell asleep happy to be in Castiel’s arms and wings and hoped that
in the morning the angel will have calmed down enough to talk with him.
As they slept Castiel ended up having a dream, it started off like a nightmare,
he was used to these. He awoke in a dark place filled with dirt and blood and
god knows what else, he was tied up on the floor gagged and naked, his wings
were also chained up. He felt all this pain and didn’t know what to do, but
when he saw his master he whimpered, it was the one who always tormented him
with mind games. His name was Josh and he would constantly offer Castiel nice
things like food and drinks and places to sit, Castiel was helpless in that he
could never deny those things, so when he accepted them he would be punished.
This time the man was offering him some water and Castiel whimpered, he prayed
that if there was any god out there, they would send someone to save him.
As per usual he accepted the water and then the dream turned darker, he was
already naked, but Master Josh began to strip and Castiel let out a sob, he
couldn’t help the noise. He was so afraid and in so much pain that he was
pushed to his limit. When he closed his eyes and expected some kind of
punishment for the noise he never felt anything. He didn’t move for a few
moments, but when nothing came he opened his eyes hesitantly.
He was still laying on the floor chained up and naked, but his master was gone.
In fact no one was there which was strange, he looked around as much as he
dared and he caught some movement in the corner of the room. He jumped, as much
as he could in chains, but the voice that spoke to him was so kind and rough,
he felt instantly calmed by it. It called him so many nice things and whoever
was there walked over to him and began to unchain him. He had no idea who this
man was, but Castiel didn’t care, he was so kind and gentle that Castiel never
wanted to be anywhere without him.
The man cut his bonds, the angel was still naked and felt self conscious, but
the man just smiled and brought him to a bath that had appeared and cleaned him
off. By the time he was out of the bath he felt like a completely different
angel, he looked different too. After that the man dressed him in nice clothes,
they fit perfectly and were so comfortable. He was so lost in all of the
motions that he hadn’t realized he wasn’t just holding onto the man, he was
clinging to him so hard and the man never said anything about Castiel hurting
him or anything. The angel was so desperate for his kindness he couldn’t bare
to let him go, but this man was so gentle and just held Castiel close as well,
not as tightly, he never hurt. It was so pleasant and Castiel spent the rest of
his dream holding onto the man and the man holding him except when he woke up
it wasn’t just a dream.
The angel woke to the sun hitting his face and a gentle had running fingers
through his feathers. He felt tears prick his eyes, it wasn’t just a dream, he
felt safe for once in his life and he didn’t know what to do other than turn
around and wrap his arms around the man being so gentle with him. He couldn’t
help this outburst, he needed to hug him, it was all he could do to show his
gratitude. Dean gasped when Castiel grabbed him and even heard the angel
sniffle, “It’s alright Castiel.” He said softly as he rubbed his back thinking
the angel was crying because he was afraid, “It’s okay, you’re safe.” He said
softly and then Castiel stopped crying, he was so happy, but he was also
calming down, “I-I’m sorry.” He said his voice more calm, “I-I didn’t mean… U-
Um… What I said yesterday.” He said his voice quiet, but he wasn’t afraid, he
was just worried that Dean would be upset with him, “I-I shouldn’t have…” He
said and trailed off, he didn’t know exactly how to apologize, but Dean
understood, “It’s okay Castiel, I forgive you.” He said softly, “You were upset
and you didn’t know how else to express it.” He said and hummed softly, “If you
would like, I know you haven’t always been allowed to express your feelings,
but I could help you when you get angry.” He said softly, “If you want.” He
added and Castiel felt confused, but instead of denying it he wanted to know
what Dean meant, “I don't understand.” He said softly and Dean smiled, “If you
start to feel like you did yesterday, upset, angry or anything that makes you
feel uncomfortable, just pull my shirt or get my attention however you can,
I’ll step away and help you through it.” He said and Castiel felt himself
smile, “A-Are you sure? I-I mean, it’s not that important, I can… I don’t want
to be a bother.” He said after a moment, he didn’t want Dean to waste his time
on him.
Dean smiled at him and shook his head, “You’re not a bother and you are very
important to me.” He said softly as he pulled away to look him in the eyes,
“Just get my attention however you want, I can step away if you need me.” He
said and Castiel nodded, “O-Okay.” He said and Dean smiled, “Good, now how
about we just have breakfast in bed today?” He asked softly and Castiel liked
that idea, he didn’t want to leave the room today, he felt scared of the
outside right now and just wanted to stay in today. Dean understood and let him
stay in the room, it was understandable that he needed some time away from
everyone and while Dean was out doing his work Castiel was supplied with snacks
water and plenty of sketch paper and pencils.
The day passed quickly for Dean and Castiel, though Castiel was confined for
the day it wasn’t bad at all for him, he quite liked the solitude. He showered
and had a grooming session and after that he was back in Dean’s room just
sitting there looking outside the window and sketching whatever he wanted. All
in all it was a good day for the two of them after their talk in the morning
and Dean came in to find Castiel fast asleep hugging Dean’s pillow. It made him
smile because the poor angel was waiting for Dean, but he couldn’t stay up any
longer, he had stayed downstairs a little longer having a few beers with Bobby
and Sam.
At the end of the day they both fell asleep and gravitated to each other,
Castiel wrapped his wings around Dean and Dean wrapped his arms around the
angel. Dean was torn as he fell asleep, he felt more than he should with this
slave, something he hasn’t felt before with the others, he also lets him sleep
in his bed, normally by this point they would be in their own room, but it
seemed the Dean couldn’t kick Castiel out. Something about the angel drew Dean
to him and he was helpless to stop the flood of feelings. That’s how he fell
asleep, worrying that he was somehow manipulating this slave to love him, but
in reality Dean was falling for him as well, but he didn’t know why and it
frightened him. He just pushed that away though and tried to sleep with the
kind angel next to him. It wasn’t hard when he was surrounded by soft feathers.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     A simple day for everyone
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry I took forever to get this chapter out, two months is
     way too long, but I was battling a pretty bad case of writer's block.
     Thank god I was able to talk with a few people who helped me sort out
     what to do next and now I'm back on track, hopefully I'll have the
     next chapter up in a couple weeks, be prepared for some heartbreak
     and angst, but then again always be prepared for that.
     Anyway, thank you again for being so patient and enjoy!
A few weeks later and Castiel was mostly up and running keeping up the house.
He enjoyed going on rides with Dean, or even on his own sometimes, the horses
all loved him, but he always rode the one who stole his heart first. Now he had
a routine he would get up with Dean and they would have breakfast before Dean
and Sam would go to the ranch and start their work. After they left he would
start his work here, he would take care of the dishes, sweep the floors, mop of
need be, though he was still technically too weak for that, he would also tidy
up things. Sometimes Master Sam would leave books out or other things and he
simply put them away making sure to keep the organization they had set up for
the books. He enjoyed the simple work, it kept him busy and he felt useful, he
would also go to Jo today for a grooming session and he was kind of excited to
chat with her. They had talked so much since he got here and he feels so safe
with her, he feels like he could tell her anything and everything, but he
won’t, he doesn’t want to scare her with all the experiences he’s had. He knows
that she might similar experiences, but he doesn’t want to trouble her with his
own, some things he still can’t speak of… He wipes the tears away and goes back
to cleaning, he couldn’t let his mind wander, he needed to fulfill his chores
before Dean and Sam got back for the day or he would be in trouble, or so he
thought at the very least.
As he worked he hummed music that he had heard throughout the time here, stuff
Dean had played around the house, in his room, from his phone while they sat
and relaxed some days. He liked sitting with Dean, his new master was so… He
was perfect and Castiel wanted to worship him, he was so elated to have a
master who wasn’t evil. He was thanking any god that would listen to him, all
his lucky stars, the two he had apparently, and even as he cleaned and thought
about it he left a few tears slip, though he was on the verge of breaking down.
He sniffled and went to the bathroom to clean up his face, he didn’t want Dean
to come in and see him crying, he wanted to be a smiling face for his master,
make him proud, serve him to the best of his ability, but… Something inside of
him cursed this master, he was still waiting for the evil side to come out, the
real master to show his colors. He couldn’t help his cynical side.
He sighed and let the feeling of lost take him, he didn’t really know what to
do other than serve, he was born and raised a slave, he didn’t know how to live
on his own. He frowned at that, he always thought one day he could live on his
own, be an independent person, live his life with his… He looked down and
placed a hand on his stomach, “I will find you.” He thought with a couple more
tears before he wiped them and washed his face once more. He would find his
family and pray they would at the very least give him a chance.
He took a few calming breaths and went back to work. He cleaned the house, or
really tidied up, his master and extended masters never made a mess, they kept
themselves contained and cleaned up after themselves for the most part, he was
grateful for that. He was finished after lunch. His master and Master Sam had
come back for lunch and Castiel had just finished tidying up the bedrooms, just
grabbing the hampers of clothes and putting them in the laundry room. He wasn’t
responsible for doing the laundry, but there were receptacles for each person’s
clothes so he could at the very least empty the hampers and return them so they
had empty hampers to put dirty clothes in. When he walked downstairs and heard
Dean and then saw Sam coming up the stairs. Castiel immediately moved to one
side of the stairs and stood while the taller master passed. He swallowed
thickly and closed his eyes keeping himself as close to the wall as he could
and when Sam passed he quickly went down the stairs and to the bathroom. He
didn’t want to look frighten in front of his master, he wanted to be brave and
good for him. He sighed and, for the third time today, splashed some water on
his face to calm himself down. He sighed again and went back out to the kitchen
where Dean was making some sandwiches. Castiel loved that everyone cooked, he
wished he knew how to cook, but… He was never taught, he wasn’t a culinary
slave. He had learned a few things here and there, but only in theory, not
practice.
He went over and stood in the corner, it was just common practice for him to do
that until his master had need of him. Sometimes he didn’t know what to do with
himself and so he would panic and stand in the corner out of the way and wait
for his master to call him. It was something that was ingrained into his very
essence that he couldn’t help himself sometimes. He knew Dean would call for
him, ask him to sit in the chair, he knew he would feel panic and Dean would
simply smile and ask him to come over and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, he
knew Dean would reassure him and encourage him to go sit and he knew in the end
he would sit down at the table while Dean fixed three sandwiches for all of
them.
As it were Dean was more focused on the food than anything else and thus didn’t
call Castiel and the angel grew worried, he didn’t know if he had done
something wrong. Dean also didn’t fix him a sandwich, Sam for that matter, but
the angel thought that maybe he was being starved for doing something wrong. He
wracked his brain thinking of something he had done, or possibly hadn’t done
and he remember he hadn’t swept the porch and he felt his stomach drop. Dean
would punish him for that would he? Castiel couldn’t remember if Dean had ever
punished him in the first place, the poor angel was so worried that he slinked
out of the room completely unnoticed by Dean.
He felt crushed, like he had somehow disappointed Dean, even though his master
hadn’t even acknowledged his presence, but then Castiel always tries to go
unnoticed. The angel slipped away to the broom closet and, with trembling
hands, grabbed the broom they used for outside and went to the porch. He knew
this would take a while, it was a large porch that spanned three of the four
sides of the large house. He tried to contain his tears, he felt horrible
thinking he had done something wrong, that his master was punishing him for not
sweeping the porch. He tried to get everything done, he really did, but he was
slow and still so weak.
He calmed down after a while as he swept, he was able to get lost in his work,
that was one thing he could do without trouble, just get lost in his work. It
calmed him down and he was continued to sweep until the porch was completely
swept and he felt slightly faint. He felt his legs trembling and decided it was
probably a good idea to sit down, he might have over exerted himself today. He
sighed and sat on a swing that he could put his wings behind so he didn’t sit
on them and they didn’t take up room on the swing.
As he swung he felt his stomach growl and he frowned, he wasn’t going to eat
this afternoon, maybe not even dinner because of his oversight. He just let
himself melt onto the swing his wings sagging his body going boneless, he was
so tired right now and honestly needed a nap, but he tried to stay awake
because his master might need him. He couldn’t keep his eyes open though, he
was so tired and ended up falling asleep.
Back inside Dean was still so focused on making the sandwich that he was
completely oblivious to Castiel’s presence and then disappearance. It wasn’t
until the brothers had sat down and were eating the sandwiches that Sam looked
up confused, “Where is Cas?” He asked Dean and Dean looked around. Normally
Castiel was johnny on the spot when he was in the house, no matter what. The
place looked fantastic and he was so glad that the angel had taken to housework
so quickly, even if he couldn’t do any deep cleaning he could still do so much
more than a few weeks ago, he was improving majorly.
Dean looked around and saw a couple feathers where Castiel had probably stood,
his normal place until Dean called him. He realized now that Dean didn’t even
notice Castiel come and go and he instantly knew that the angel probably
thought the worst, it was natural for him to think that though. Dean could
already imagine Castiel sitting somewhere expecting some kind of punishment, he
was probably hungry and Dean frowned. Sam looked at him sighed, “I’ll make him
a sandwich.” He said and then stood up and quickly made a sandwich and got some
chips, fruit, and some yogurt.
Dean sighed and shook his head, he felt like an idiot, today had been pretty
rough cause they had to put down one of the horses, it broke it’s leg and that
was not a fun thing to watch. He knew it was better to put the horse down, the
poor thing would die before they could get it medical attention and it would be
unable to work for the rest of it’s life, he just hated that they had to do
that. That had completely rocked his world, he’s never had to do that before,
he’s never seen it before, but today it happened and it affected him more than
he thought. He knew he messed up and he hoped he could find Castiel and comfort
him, he didn’t mean to completely ignore him like that.
When Sam finished making the sandwich Dean stood and looked around the house
first to see where the angel was. He didn’t see him anywhere and was worried to
the point that he ran outside looking for Castiel. He ended up catching the
sight of the angels wings around the corner and jogged over seeing the angel
had fallen asleep on the swing right there. He let out a breath of relief and
walked over to him. He sat down gently, so as not to disturb the sleeping
angel, and smiled at him, he looked so peaceful just sleeping outside. Dean was
about to wake him up, but like a sixth sense Castiel leaned over and started to
snuggle close to the man, apparently Castiel just inherently knew when Dean was
near him as he slept.
Dean just sighed and held Castiel, the angel was so at peace he didn’t want to
break his rest. It was inevitable, after a while Castiel woke up, but he was so
comfortable and felt so safe his wings fluffed and he snuggled closer to the
warm body, he was so used to being in Dean’s arms already that he knew he was
safe. He sighed happily and then slowly opened his eyes, he had mostly
forgotten about not eating and he was calmed down, he knew if Dean wasn’t
scolding him now then he probably wasn’t in trouble, though the fear started to
creep back into his mind.
He looked up at Dean and blushed, he still isn’t used to his feathers fluffing
so much, he isn’t used to actually caring about his master. Dean smiled and
fixed his hair, it always looked like bed hair no matter what, but Dean also
liked to run his fingers through Castiel’s hair, “Hey there sleepy head.” He
said and Castiel looked down quickly, he was kind of nervous at this point, but
Dean just continued to gently and calmly run his fingers through his hair,
“It’s time for lunch don’t you think?” He asked and Castiel frowned, saddened
by Dean’s words, “I-I’m sorry.” He said softly as he purposefully kept his
sights trained to the ground, but Dean had other ideas. He gently placed his
finger on Castiel’s chin and turned the angel’s face to look at him.
Castiel didn’t resist, but he was nervous to say the least, Dean however was
simply smiling at him, “What do you have to be sorry for?” He asked his smile
so kind Castiel wanted to cry because he felt so unworthy of such gentle
treatment, “You haven’t done anything wrong Castiel.” He said softly, “You’ve
taken care of the house quite well, it’s so clean.” He said and gently moved
his hair around, “You’ve gone above and beyond what I’ve asked of you, just
like you seem to always do.” He said and Castiel felt his wings fluff up once
more, so much praise wasn’t what Castiel was used to no matter how many times
Dean lavished him in it.
Dean smiled seeing his wings fluff, he didn’t know the entire reason for it,
but he did know that they did that when Castiel felt so happy he couldn’t
contain it, “Come on sweetheart, I have lunch made for you.” He said and
Castiel nodded, “Y-Yes sir.” He said and Dean smiled at him, “Have you been
drinking enough water?” He asked him as they both stood, he worried for the
angel because he knew that since he was used to being neglected he might
neglect himself out of habit. Castiel however took advantage of the unlimited
water, he was so grateful to his master for letting him have that privilege. He
nodded, “Yes sir.” He said as he followed Dean, “I-I have been drinking water
all day.” He told him and Dean smiled, “I’m glad to hear it.” He added and then
they both stepped into the kitchen.
Sam was already gone from the kitchen, the only there was Dean’s plate with a
glass of water and Castiel’s place with a glass of water as well. Dean sat and
Castiel followed suit eating slowly and tentatively, Dean knew it would be
awhile before the angel was comfortable with eating with him, but at the very
least he would eat. When they finished Dean took care of the dishes, much to
Castiel’s dismay, and then grabbed a bottle of water for both him and Sam then
smiled, “I’m back to work.” He said and then left leaving Castiel in the
kitchen, “When you finish your chores Castiel, don’t hesitate to just take the
rest of the day off.” He called, “You’ve earned it.” He added before he was
outside and heading back to where Sam was.
Castiel couldn’t help all the fluffing of his feathers, it was really getting
to him, he hated it because it meant that he was starting to feel deeper
emotions for his master, but at the same time he loved it because he cared for
his master on a deeper level. He sighed after a moment and checked the house,
he needed to make sure everything what done before he called it a day. When he
looked over the house and his to-do list he smiled and went about taking a
shower, he liked being clean for his grooming sessions, they were always so
relaxing and today he wanted to talk with Jo about a few things he hadn’t told
anyone yet.
Castiel showered quickly and dried off dressing in just some simple clothes,
Dean’s jeans and his own shirt, they had gotten him so clothes of his own, but
he seemed to love Dean’s jeans to lounge around in. His master hadn’t said
anything so Castiel thought it was fine, in actuality Dean didn’t care, he
liked seeing Castiel in his jeans. The angel had his trench on, like always,
and then headed over to the grooming house. He enjoyed it, the place was so
calming and he knew that no humans ever went in there unless there was
maintenance needed.
As he entered he saw Jo singing and dancing similar to the first time they had
met and it made him smile. He walked in and Jo looked over at him smiling, “Hey
there handsome.” She said as she walked over and braced him, Castiel did the
same wrapping his arms and wings around her, “Hey there beautiful.” He said
softly, it never failed to make her blush, Castiel had such a deep gravely
voice and she would swoon if it wouldn’t frighten him. They pulled away and Jo
grabbed his hand pulling him over to one of the many different grooming
stations, so much care was needed for wings, but she was a pro at it, “So
what’s new in your life.” She asked with a joking smile and Castiel let himself
relaxing and smile, “Nothing much.” He said as she began to run her fingers
through his wings.
He enjoyed this so much because he was mistreated so much and his wings had
been abused by so many different people that having a professional groom them
was a godsend, he thanked whomever was up there for the kindness. Jo hummed as
she worked, she knew Castiel wasn’t much of a talker, but he listened when she
spoke, and she would just ramble on and on, but Castiel liked that. He was
never allowed to speak freely so it was why he didn’t speak all that much as it
were, but he loved to listen to others when they would tell stories or really
just anything.
As she talked though Castiel being to bite his lip, he wanted to talk with her
about something that he wanted her to know, he wanted her help at the very
least about what to do with himself. He looked at Jo who had taken a pause in
her rambling and chanced it, “Hey Jo?” He asked and she looked at him with a
smile, “Yes lovely?” She asked pausing from her grooming to give him her full
attention, “C-Can I tell you something?” He asked and she stopped all together
what she was doing and sat down next to him, “Of course sweetheart, I’m always
here to talk.” She said and chuckled, “Well I guess you know that, but I’m also
here to listen if you would like to talk.” She said and he nodded, “W-Well…” He
trailed off, he wasn’t really sure how to say he was gay, he wanted her to know
because he didn’t know who else to tell and he didn’t know how he should broach
the subject.
He continued to pause and Jo was patient as she saw him thinking, she only
grabbed his hand gently as a silent encouragement and Castiel rubbed the back
of his neck, “U-Uh, you don’t have anything against… Gay’s do you?” He asked
and Jo smiled at him, she thought Castiel was just so precious, “Of course
not.” She said, “I don’t care if someone prefers the same gender, the opposite
gender or no gender.” She told him and then looked up at him waiting for him to
speak again. Castiel nodded and looked down, he didn’t know why he felt so
nervous telling her, but he was and he couldn’t help it, it seemed. He sighed
and looked at her, “W-Well, I’m, uh, gay.” He said not sure how else to say it,
he was pretty blunt as a given because he never spoke very often about things
that mattered.
Jo smiled at him and kissed his cheek, “Well I hope someone nice comes along.”
She said, “Though I am sad that such a perfect angel has been taken off the
market for the women of the world.” She said, but she was smiling at him and he
blushed, “W-Well I’m not that great.” He said and Jo scoffed, “Please, you are
perfect.” She said and he blushed which made her smile, “And you’re so modest,
god you really are perfect.” He said and then sighed over dramatically, “Are
you sure you’re gay?” She asked teasingly, “I mean, could there be any chance
that we could be a thing?” She asked and then laughed when he looked like a
deer in headlights. Jo just kissed his cheek, “Relax Cas, I’m only joking.” She
said and he nodded still a little out of it.
Jo smiled and ruffled his hair, “Just relax, I’m gonna joke, but that’s all it
is.” She said, “Anyway, now that you’ve gotten that out in the open, do you
want to talk about anything else?” She asked and looked at her and shook his
head. Jo found Castiel so precious and needed to be protected, he was so
innocent when it came to certain things and she found that so cute.
Their grooming session went on as usual, Castiel listening to Jo rambling on
about this, that and the other. When they were finished she smiled, “You’re
wings are magnificent, you know that?” She asked and Castiel blushed, “Thank
you.” He said as his wings fluttered a little under the praise. She smiled at
him and then went about cleaning up while he left to go back to the house. He
felt much better now that his wings were groomed and decided to go inside and
sketch.
He relaxed the rest of the day, like Dean had said, and when both Sam and Dean
came back they took showers and relaxed in the living room the rest of the day
until dinner. Castiel kept his distance from Sam like usual, he didn’t want to
upset the giant of a man, even if he never seemed to get upset in the first
place, Castiel still remembers when he first met him and that was still stuck
with him, Castiel was still afraid of him because of that.
After dinner Dean decided to turn in early and Castiel followed him, he didn’t
want to be without Dean there, he didn’t want Sam to be the only one in the
room with him. So, Castiel followed Dean and changed into some sleep clothes
putting his trench on the side table folding it neatly, it was what he always
did so it was always within arms reach. Castiel was pretty tired from today,
the chores were easy, but for him it was still difficult to do them all and not
want to take a nap and then sleep for ten more hours after that.
Like most nights Castiel slipped into bed and waited for Dean to be finished in
the bathroom, the man seemed to always take forever brushing his teeth and
washing his face, but Castiel never said anything, why would he? He just laid
there and dozed while he waited until Dean would come back, turn the lights off
and slip into bed which is when Castiel would latch onto Dean in his sleepy
haze and fall asleep holding, and being held by, his master.
It was a good day for all of them overall and Castiel was glad he had talked
with Jo, he felt so safe with her, not as safe as he felt with Dean, but also
not in the same way as with Dean. Castiel let every guard down when he was with
Dean, he didn’t even question it at this point, but something inside of him was
churning as he did this every time, something inside of him wasn’t sitting
well, but he didn’t know what to do about it so he tried to ignore it and hope
it would go away.
In the meantime he would continue his daily routine with Dean waking up, doing
chores, eat lunch, finish chores, go for grooming session, spend the rest of
the day sketching and then dinner followed by either sitting and listening to
everyone talk or going straight to bed with Dean. Castiel enjoyed it here and
he prayed to anyone listening that he would never leave this place. He only
ever wanted to find a good master to serve and he believes he’s found him. The
man he’s latched onto right while they both sleep soundly, he’s the one Castiel
wants to serve till the end of his days. He sleeps the night away peacefully,
both do without any incident.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     As Castiel recovers he has an episode, Dean tries his best, but even
     then it isn't enough to calm the angel or snap him back to reality.
Chapter Notes
     I don't know how well this chapter is, I feel like it was kind of
     rushed, but I am still proud of it I hope you all enjoy it. I have
     the next one in the works, but I decided to leave a little
     'cliffhanger' for you guys, I don't know how well I did, but I'm
     excited to know what you all think about it. :)
As time went on, on the ranch Castiel slowly recovered his strength and began
to do some simple gardening around the house along with his normal housework.
He was also taught how to take care of many things on the ranch incase they
needed him to fill in, but he normally only worked in the house, he prefered it
even after Dean gave him the option to start working on the ranch instead. Part
of the reason was because he enjoyed the housework and the other part was that
Ellen and him had grown a lovely relationship, she acts like a maternal figure
to him and he feels just as save around her as he does Jo, perhaps it was more
that she was a woman than a maternal figure, but it definitely helped that she
was very similar to Dean.
One thing he also kept, even though Dean had insisted he could change it, was
his collar. It doesn’t have the lock, he liked that Dean never forced his
slaves to wear a collar, but for Castiel he didn’t know anything else and he
felt naked without one. He also felt scared without this because this was
Dean’s claim on him, this was what made him Dean’s when they ever went off his
property. It made him feel safe and he loved it so much. He sighed softly as he
sat and played with the collar.
Castiel had slowly started to realize his feelings and sort things out, nothing
too deep, but he was starting to recognize he had feelings that were more than
just platonic slave feelings towards his master. It frightened him and as of
late, since he had determined what he was feeling, he has been on edge, but
he’s tried to keep himself calm. As long as Dean doesn’t know he should be
fine, right?
Castiel had no idea what to do about his feelings, but every time Dean invaded
his personal space he both loved and hated it. He sighed softly and looked out
seeing the horses running around the pasture and thought maybe he should take
Bolt out, he hadn’t gone riding in a while and he knew how to tackle up now. He
smiled and nodded, he would do that. He made sure all his work was done, he
always finished early if he could and even did other things that he wasn’t
required to do, but did them anyway to help others out.
After he double and triple checked he was finished, he wrote a note and put it
on the fridge so Dean would see it and walked out, it was a simple note that
said he took Bolt out for a ride. He walked out of the house and stretched out
his wings, they were always so massive and he loved that he was allowed to do
just about anything he wanted, within reason. He loved having so much freedom
and made sure he never took it for granted or took advantage of it, he was
afraid that if he did Dean would take them away.
He let his wings stretch out as he walked, it was a pretty windy day and
Castiel wondered if maybe he could be able to fly. He hadn’t asked Dean though
and he was afraid to do anything without his master’s explicit approval even if
he knew Dean would say yes. He sighed, maybe Dean would say no, what if his
master was jealous of his ability to fly? He frowned, several of his masters
purposefully hurt his wings so he couldn’t fly, it wasn’t permanent, at least,
he didn’t think it was, and he hoped that Dean wasn’t like that. He wondered if
maybe he could be strong enough and bring Dean up with him, he’s seen that
before, on tv when he caught a glimpse. Angels taking men and women, even
children, for a ride, but Castiel was still so weak, he didn’t think Dean would
ever trust him enough to hold him up.
Castiel scolded himself, of course his master wouldn’t want that, he was hoping
for too much. The poor angel was so hopeful for so much that he was afraid he
was getting his hopes up too high. As he approached the stables he smiled at a
few of the workers, he had gotten used to them finally, he was so afraid of
everyone when he first got here and was starting to take walks out alone, but
now that Dean has helped him learn the lay of the land and explained that the
men and women he saw would help him with anything he needed he felt a little
more relieved, he’d met Benny and instantly liked him, though he seemed like
someone who had seen the same, if not more, cruel masters as Castiel had.
He found the stall with Bolt and the horse walked over to the door with a
playful whinny and licked Castiel’s face which made the angel chuckle and wipe
his face off, “Now, don’t start with that.” He said smiling and let the horse
out before he went over and grabbed the blanket, saddle and other tackle. The
horse followed and grabbed one of the cowboy hats off the wall and plopped it
on Castiel’s head, “Bolt, this isn’t mine.” He said and put the hat back, but
the horse just kept grabbing the same hat and Castiel saw it was labeled as
Deans.
He shook his head and sighed, “Alright.” He said as he saddled up the horse as
he smiled, he did enjoy Dean’s smell, so much, and the hat definitely smelled
of him, his musk especially. As he made sure everything was strapped properly
Bolt knelt down and Castiel mounted, the horse was still much too tall for
Castiel to get his foot in the stirrup without a stool and Bolt seemed to
notice so he started kneeling to help Castiel out. After he stood up Bolt
trotted off and Castiel just let him lead the way, he wasn’t really there to
tell him where to go, he just enjoyed being on the horse and riding around. He
also enjoyed when they galloped and sprinted because he felt like he was
flying. Bolt jogged around and followed different paths while Castiel kept his
wings out and let the wind hit them, he felt like he could take off at any
second though he wasn’t strong enough to do that just yet.
Castiel continued to ride around until he came to the pond/small lake him and
Dean had traveled to before. He smiled and dismounted Bolt walking over to the
water's edge and smiling, “Today isn’t so bad.” He said, “I’ve been granted so
much freedom and Master Dean has been so kind.” He added, he sat down smiling
and started imagining his master in a not so platonic way. He closed his eyes
and started to imagine his master taking off his clothes, his skin was so
smooth and he looked so strong. He sighed softly, he could feel his pants
becoming a little bit tighter as he imagined Dean naked.
Castiel was starting to get into his imagination, but as soon as he let out a
moan his eyes snapped open and he looked around. He couldn’t afford to let
himself think of his master that way. He was angry with himself and willed his
cock to wilt, he was starting to panic as well. He quickly stood and mounted
Bolt sprinting off in a flash, he was panicked and needed to get away from
anything that reminded him of Dean. He was going through so many different
emotions, but fear was the most prevalent one. He was afraid of thinking of his
master like that, what if Dean took advantage of him? He was a sex slave after
all, that’s what he was at his base, nothing else.
Castiel felt his tears running as he and Bolt sprinted around, his wings were
catching wing and he felt himself become lighter, but he wasn't ready for that.
The irony is when he started taking off it brought him back down and he pulled
himself down and had Bolt slow down. He and the horse were panting, but he was
sobbing as well. He felt so confused and frustrated, what was he supposed to
do? He couldn’t talk with anyone about this, it was wrong for him to feel these
things about his master, he wasn’t going to love him even if he confessed his
desires.
Castiel just cried into Bolt’s mane for a while as the horse started to make
his way back to the ranch, the stable specifically. He could tell Castiel
needed to go back.
As they made it back Castiel had calmed down, he could tell it was getting late
and they both needed to head in. Bolt picked up the pace and they made it back
to the ranch at sunset, he was surprised they were so far out, but then he
wasn’t paying attention to how far they had ridden. He took care of Bolt before
he left to the house, he needed a shower and tomorrow he would need another
grooming, his wings weren't’ ready for flight just yet and almost taking flight
had ruined the grooming he had been given.
He left the stable, but he was afraid to face the people that were in the house
so he just walked to the porch and sat on the swing. He was afraid to go
inside, he didn’t want to feel these feelings anymore, the fear was killing him
and he wanted to scream and run at the same time he wasn’t to fall to his face
and beg forgiveness for feeling this way. He sighed and pulled his knees up to
his chest and just let the wind comfort him, it always did, strong wind always
reminded him with… He whimpered, why does it always hurt? Why did he have to be
the reason they…
Castiel tried his best to keep his tears inside, he couldn’t break remembering
him and deal with his feelings with his master at the same time, it was too
much. Castiel remembered his wings, those beautiful giant wings, all three of
them, they were so soft and he was always protecting him in them. He could
remember the times he would hide in then, when he would engulf him completely
and protect him his dreams, his fears, the other fledglings that were mean to
him because of his own wings. Castiel let out a sob, but he quieted himself
down after a moment, he was trying desperately to forget, but he couldn’t stop
the flood of memories.
He was starting to panic as he flashed through the good memories, the times
when the larger angel was there for him, protected him, taught him so many
different things. He couldn’t stop as the memories turned dark, the day it all
went down, the… The blood… His screams… Castiel was forced to watch it all… The
angel was trembling as he remembered all the feathers that went flying, the
blood that soaked the trenchcoat he now wore, the blood that splattered on his
face…
Castiel was so engrossed in his memories, the flashes of horrors long since
past, that he didn’t see Dean coming up from his side. He didn’t see his
master, didn’t hear him call his name, he only heard the angel in his memories
screaming his name out, it was the last thing he could remember as they dragged
him away from the body, he thought he was dead, but his screams were evident
that he was very much alive.
Dean placed a hand on Castiel’s shoulder and then angel panicked and screamed
out in terror falling off of the swing and having a few feathers ripped out in
the process. His screams became that of pain, but they died down as the man
quickly grabbed the wings and moved them to not be in painful angles, but the
damage was done. Castiel was panting and looking at the wooden porch he was
laying on, his mind was reeling and he was still groaning in so much pain.
Dean saw where several feathers were ripped out, he saw them sticking out of
the chain that held up the swing and he knew the angel was in so much pain, so
much that he wasn’t even speaking. Sam had run out along with Ellen and Jo who
knew immediately what happened and ran over to Castiel, laying on the porch
with him just holding him through the pain, “Shh angel, it’s okay.” She said
comfortingly and he leaned into her still groaning in so much pain, “Sam go to
my room and grab the black bottle that has weird lettering on it.” She told him
and he nodded, sprinting off to grab that, “Mom, go get some warm water and a
clean washcloth.” She told her and Ellen left while Dean stood waiting for
orders.
Castiel slowly started to come back to coherent thought as Jo held him. She
spoke softly in enochian and helped him through the pain, when he was just
panting she looked to Dean, “Pick him up and take him to the grass, we need to
spread his wing out.” She said and Dean nodded, “Castiel, it’s going to be
okay.” She said as she let him go and then Dean picked him up gently while he
mumbled something in his native language, the only thing Dean could discern was
some kind of name starting with ‘L’, maybe Luke? Dean had no idea though.
Sam and Ellen came back quickly with the things that Jo needed and Castel was
on the grass just whimpered in pain. Jo quickly grabbed the warm water and rag
and looked to Dean and Sam, “You both need to hold him down, he’s going to
flail.” She said knowing this was the worst part of this process. Dean frowned
and looked at Castiel while Sam swallowed and grabbed his legs. Dean went over
and pressed on Castiel’s shoulders, “It’s going to be okay Cas.” He said
softly, “It’s okay go to be okay, just listen to me.” He said and continued to
talk to him while Jo went about doing her work with Ellen there to poor water
on the wound.
Castiel tried to flail, but Dean and Sam kept him from doing anything, his
other wing hit Sam and Dean bruising them, but nothing they couldn’t handle.
They both didn’t want to touch it in case they accidentally ripped out more
feathers. Jo was quickly done with cleaning it then she grabbed the bottle of
cream and applied it, the cream was medicated and helped greatly with pain. As
she applied it the angel stopped thrashing so violently and calmed down, “There
you go sweetheart.” Dean said softly and Castiel just whimpered as he went
limp, he was so tired after today and knew it was going to be a couple days for
him to recover after this.
Jo sighed softly and shook her head as she finished and washed her hands,
“There, finished.” She said and then poured the water out and stood, “Carry him
to bed Dean, he’s going to be weak for the next couple of days.” She said and
Dean nodded, “Come here Cas.” He said softly and gently picked him up. The poor
angel was helpless and only pressed himself to Dean afraid and still in a small
amount of pain. He shoved his face into his neck and cried quietly, he hadn’t
meant to let this happen, but he wasn’t himself.
As Dean slowly brought the angel upstairs he slowly started to ramble in
enochian and english begging forgiveness and apologizing over and over again
even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. Castiel was waiting for more pain
to come or a beating, he didn’t know what else to think after what just
happened. Honestly he doesn’t even know what happened just that he was in a
massive amount of blinding pain and calling for the only angel who he knew had
protected him as a fledgling.
Dean sighed softly and just calmly talked with the angel as he walked, he knew
Castiel was so frightened and everything happened so fast he didn’t know what
was going on; Thank god for Jo.
As he got to the bedroom Dean set Castiel gently on the bed before he stripped
and closed the door and turned the lights off. The angel needed rest and Dean
was going to be there to help him fall asleep no matter how long it took, he
was prepared to stay up all night if he needed.
As it were Castiel still clung to Dean as cried quietly as Dean gently stroked
his hair, he didn’t dare touch his wings after that ordeal. Castiel calmed down
slowly, it was a few hours before he was calm and then another couple before he
was out. Dean stayed awake though, he didn’t want Castiel to wake up in the
night and be afraid of the darkness.
Castiel slept quietly till the sun rose and he woke up with it on his face. He
groaned and pressed his face to the warm skin that was close to his face, he
didn’t want to wake up yet. He ended up staying up though, even though he
didn’t want to, he couldn’t seem to fall back asleep. He sighed and opened his
eyes being greeted by the same old skin that he had grown accustomed to. Dean
was asleep, something he wasn’t used to seeing, and he looked so peaceful.
Castiel couldn’t help but stare at him.
Castiel could spend the rest of his life looking at that beautiful face, he
wanted to count his freckles, get lost in his beautiful green eyes, but…
Castiel knew it wasn't to be. He sighed and pushed that thought away, he needed
to focus on something else other than the bad or he was going to have another
panic attack. He just sighed and started counting his freckles, it was all he
could do not to lean down and kiss each on. He had heard that freckles were
kisses from angels, he liked to think it was true though he imagined it was
just an old wives tale or something.
He watched dean sleep as he counted the freckles and enjoyed the silence, he
liked how peaceful it was, how calm and relaxed Dean was as he slept, how safe
he felt… Castiel thought that even if Dean ever used him he wouldn't mind, he
imagined he wouldn't make it hurt on purpose. He felt a few tears spring up at
the thought of Dean using him like all the other masters before him had, he
hoped that he wouldn’t and even though Dean had protected him against those
that would use him like before he still feared that Dean would give up on him
or snap and abuse him.
The angel sighed softly and shook his head, effectively shaking those thoughts
away from his mind, and focused on Dean’s face again. Dean was kind and gentle,
he wouldn’t do that, he would continue to protect him, help him… Castiel dared
to say love him, but he was afraid of that word, afraid of those feelings so he
just continued to think of his master simply protecting him.
Dean continue to sleep and Castiel smiled at him, he was growing bolder and
ended up moved his hand up to gently card through Dean’s hair. He had this
fascination with it for a while and had been wanting to do it, but… Something
kept him from doing it, even now he hesitated and pulled his hand back. He was
afraid he might be in trouble, Dean was kind, but he had to have something
about personal space, his masters never liked him near them when they weren’t
using him anyway. He wondered if Dean was like that, wouldn’t want him near him
if they weren't’ doing anything… sexual.
The thought made him shudder and he tried to push it out of his mind, he didn’t
want to assume his new master was going to do something like that, he would
have already… had him if that’s what he was for… Right?
Castiel had no idea and it made him shudder again while he tried to forget
about that, but it seemed those thoughts were never too far from his mind, his
fear always lingering and corrupting his thoughts. His hand still lingered in
the air, he still had the desire to pet Dean’s hair, he wanted to feel his
Master’s hair. Castiel had the desire to be good, that’s all he ever wanted to
be, he always wanted to be good, but… He was never good enough, he was never
strong enough, quiet enough… Castiel was never, enough.
The angel pulled his hand away full this time, he wasn’t good enough to touch
Dean like that, to touch Master Dean. He sighed and pulled his arms close to
him, his master just laying there while he suffered through the internal
turmoil of his emotions. He wondered if Master Dean was ever going to have him
do anything else. Was this going to be their permanent arrangement? He would be
his masters cuddle pillow at night? Just there to keep him warm? Castiel
wondered if Dean would ever come to find him useless and get rid of him.
That thought alone scared Castiel enough to let out a whimper which woke up
Dean. His master’s eyes snapped open and the man looked around, “Castiel.” He
said, his voice thick with sleep, it sounded so much deeper and it frightened
Castiel, it sounded a lot like Alistair. Castiel whimpered and closed his eyes,
“Y-Yes Master.” He said his voice afraid and very small. Dean looked at him
confused, “Castiel, what’s wrong?” He asked and the angel flinched, “I-I’m
sorry Master.” He said quickly, “I-I’m so sorry. I-I’ll be good. I’m good.” He
babbled, he was so afraid as he slipped into his relapse, he was afraid Master
Alistair would beat him, “P-Please forgive me Master Alistair.” He babbled and
then, before Dean even knew what was happening, Castiel started to grope at
Dean’s crotch, “I-I’ll be good daddy.” He said and that made Dean go stiff and
immediately grab Castiel’s hands and shove him off which made the angel gasp
and tense for some kind of attack.
Dean sat there so confused about what just happened. He woke up to the
distressed sound of Castiel and he was afraid he was in pain, but the angel
panicked and grabbed his dick and started calling him Alistair and then dadd?
What the hell? Dean was confused, but the angel looked so frightened, he was
shaking and Dean just wanted to comfort him, but he knew he needed to talk with
him, talk him out of this weird state he was in.
He stayed where he was, “Castiel.” Dean said softly, his voice clear of sleep,
he needed Castiel to know he was safe, “Castiel, please look at me.” He said
and he could see how the angel flinched at that request, he knew the angel was
expecting some kind of blow and he would probably take one to the back than to
the face, but Dean wasn’t going to hurt him.
He calmly sat up and kept his hands on his lap, easy to see if Castiel looked
up, “It’s okay Cas, you’re not in trouble.” He said and then angel whimpered,
“I-I’m good Master, I-I swear.” He choked out before he started to take his
clothes off, “I-I’ll be good.” He whimpered and Dean felt panic rise, “No
Castiel.” He said hastily and the angel might as well have been hit by the way
he responded to his voice.
Castiel didn’t know what to do, he knew the only way to please Alistair was
with sex… Unless he was in the mood for something else. Castiel let out a
broken sob and slinked to the floor, “Please.” He begged outright, “Please
don’t punish me.” He sobbed, the angel was falling apart right in front of Dean
and the man had no idea what to do. Dean stood and quickly went over to
Castiel, “I’m not Castiel, no one is going to punish you.” He said as he knelt
down in front of him.
Dean didn’t know if he needed Sam here, the angel was panicking so much he
didn’t know how to break him from his flashback. Dean gently placed a hand on
his shoulder, it was a risk and he didn’t know how it would play out, but he
didn’t expect Castiel to grab his wrist and twist it painfully, “Don’t you
touch me you monster!” He screamed, this was a side of Castiel Dean had never
thought he had.
The angel looked up at him, no longer afraid, or perhaps still afraid but pure
rage was overtaking him. Dean didn’t move, even though his wrist was in pain,
he had felt worse things than this, “I’m sorry Castiel.” He said gently, “I
didn’t mean to frighten you.” He said, but Castiel wasn’t catching any of the
words because his wings arched in aggression and Dean felt a little bit of fear
rise in his gut, he knew the angel wouldn’t kill him, or rather he hoped, but
he knew the angel had a lot of power behind him, more than Dean was capable of
possessing.
The angel looked at Dean his rage clear in his eyes, “You won’t touch me
again.” He growled, “You self serving, slave owning bastard.” He said and as he
spoke he sat up and Dean suddenly felt so small, he’d never been afraid of a
slave before, but Castiel was very intimidating. Dean kept his cool though, he
wouldn’t make any sudden moves, the words cut deep though. Castiel might be
speaking about someone else, but the rage was directed at him and the words
were as well, perhaps not really, but enough that Dean felt like Castiel was
talking to him.
When Castiel stood Dean was forced to kneel and look up, “Castiel.” He said his
voice still as gentle as ever, “Castiel please listen to me.” He said, but
Castiel just slapped Dean, hurt him pretty bad because the angel was much
stronger than either thought, “Shut up.” He growled and then let Dean go before
he grabbed his shirt and hoisted him up to the wall holding him off the ground.
There was an audible thud, something that resounded through the house, but
Castiel and Dean were too busy to notice or care, “I’ve spent my entire time
here listen to you, being beaten by you, raped, whored, you name it, but I’m
done.” He said and Castiel looked ready to kill which made Dean panic in the
slightest, “Castiel, it’s me.” He said, “It’s Dean, you’re safe.” he said, but
Castiel didn’t listen, he was too far gone in this episode of his, “I know who
you are.” He growled and Dean suddenly felt a knife slice right through his
heart and twist, he even felt a few tears spring to his eyes and fall, “You
can’t trick me Alistair, I’ve become wise to you.” He said and Dean felt the
sting be taken away, but it still hurt like hell.
Castiel picked up Dean again and this time threw him into his desk breaking the
thing as he screamed, but as soon as he heard the crash he snapped out of it.
He fell on his ass and gasped looking around, where was he? He wasn’t at
Alistair’s anymore, he wasn’t there, but… Where is he now? His heart rate
picked up and then he heard something else and felt like the room was spinning.
He closed his eyes and grabbed his head groaning as he shooking his head, “W-
What happened?” He asked, “W-Where am I?” He added and looked around seeing
Dean holding himself and groaning then he looked to the door and saw Sam.
It didn’t take but a split second to remember what happened and then panic
filled him. He felt horror wash over him and his face was simply pure terror,
he saw how Sam looked at him and it only solidified his fear. He didn’t know
what else to do so he did the only thing he could… Run.
Castiel stood and sprinted away, he didn’t go to the door though, Sam was
there. He ran to the window and without hesitation jumped right through it. He
expected to hit the ground hard, but it seemed instinct took over and he was
gliding. It wasn’t a second later that he did touch ground, but instead of
looking back he just ran. He sprinted away and towards the tree line, he needed
to run, he needed to hide, but… Where was he to go? He was so afraid that he
almost turned back and went cowering back to Sam and Dean, but… He couldn’t do
that. They would kill him for sure.
So Castiel ran, he ran until he couldn’t breathe anymore, he ran until his feet
were bloody and his body was shaking, but he kept going. The only reason he
stopped was because it was getting dark and he could hear all sorts of
creatures in the dark. He didn’t know what else to do so he found the nearest
tallest tree and climbed it quickly. His wings made it easy to lift off with a
good jump and get up the tree, he also felt safer when he was high up, always.
Now he was sitting on a high branch clutching it like his life depended on it
and cried, he couldn’t run away, not for real, he couldn’t run away from Dean,
his Master… The man he loves.
He hated himself for that. He hated his cowardice. He hated his weakness.
But most of all… He hated his love for Dean.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     Dean's hurt, Castiel ran off, what is Sam to do?
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took me so long, I had most of it ready to go a couple
     weeks ago except the Saturday I was going to finish it and post it my
     nieces gave me their nasty stomach virus so I was puking my guts out
     and barely able to stand. I'm all better now though and I finally got
     this chapter updated, honestly I'm kind of glad I got the sickness
     ONLY because I would have posted this chapter so much earlier and
     that would have ruined the suspense. Where is the fun in that? xD I
     am happy to finally have the continuation of this story and I hope
     you all like it ^__^
     Anyway enjoy!
That morning, Sam had slept in, he was in his room sleeping when he heard a
resounding thud throughout the house. He immediately woke up and put on some
pants worried that one of the girls had fallen. When he opened his bedroom door
though he heard a crash come from Dean’s room and instinct took over, “Dean!”
He called and ran over to the door opening it up. What he saw shocked him to
the core.
Dean was laying on the floor on top of his broken desk, he looked like hell,
his face was bloody, he had bits of wood sticking out of his shoulder and he
was groaning in pain. Sam felt anger and rage rise in him as he looked around
the room and found Castiel, the angel looked terrified and oddly enough lost,
like he didn’t know where he was.
Sam was keeping himself still because while his first instinct is to attack
whatever hurt his brother he knew logically that it wasn’t the right thing to
do. As soon as Castiel laid eyes on him though the angel freaked. He stood and
Sam tried to catch him, but the Castiel sprinted away and jumped out of the
window.
Sam ran to it looking to see where the angel had fallen, but he didn’t fall at
all. He glided down and took off sprinting at top speed. Sam was surprised how
fast he was. He knew the angel wouldn’t get far because they could find just
about any run away, they had to or their slaves might be picked up by… Well
anyone.
Right now though he turned his attention to Dean, “Dean, hey look at me.” He
said as he went over and kneeled down. The poor man was in so much pain, but he
looked up at Sam, “Where’s Castiel.” He said his voice laden with worry, but
overwhelmed with pain. Sam sighed, “He jumped out of the window and ran off to
the woods.” He said and shook his head, “Damn slave should be put in solitary
for this.” He said his anger seeping through, “No!” Dean said his voice
surprisingly angry at Sam, “You will do nothing of the sort.” He said and Sam
looked at him surprised.
He shook his head, “Dean he attacked you.” He said, but Dean shook his head,
“He had a flashback.” He said, “He was reliving old memories.” He told Sam and
then the man understood what happened. He frowned and looked at the broken
window, “We have to find him.” Dean said and tried to stand, but he fell and
Sam looked at him with alarm, “You can’t go on a search in the state you’re in
now.” He said as he looked at Dean, he needed a doctor or at least Ellen and Jo
to take care of him, he didn’t look to have any broken bones.
Dean looked distraught though, “Sam, he needs me.” He said and Sam shook his
head, “Don’t worry, I’ll find him.” He said and Dean frowned, “He’s afraid of
you.” He told Sam like the giant didn’t know how Castiel felt about him, “Yes,
thank you captain obvious.” He said his voice dead panning, “But you’re too
injured and Ellen and Jo are not fit enough to go on a search.” He said with a
sigh, he loved those two women and if it came down to it they would come
through, but asking to go on a search is too much.
Ellen might get upset and say she’s fine, but Sam knew she was getting older
and couldn’t do things like she used to and Jo, well she wasn’t prepared for
what they might find. The things Sam has seen when slaves run were horrifying,
some of them kill themselves and it’s horrible.
Sam shook his head, “We don’t have another choice right now.” He said with a
heavy sigh, “Ellen, Jo!” He called, he needed the girls so they could tend to
Dean while he got a search party together.
The girls came and immediately looked shocked, “What the hell happened?” Ellen
asked as she went over to Dean’s side and her and Sam got him up, “Castiel had
a flashback, he attacked me.” Dean said as they got him over to the bed. He
groaned, but he definitely didn’t have any broken bones, however he could tell
his ribs were bruised and that was just great, “Think he bruised my ribs.” He
said as he groaned and laid him down, he was in a lot of pain, it was amazing
he wasn’t groaning and rolling around in agony, but Dean’s pain tolerance was
pretty high.
Jo walked over with the first aid kit and sighed, “We’ll take care of Dean, you
go find Castiel Sam.” She said and Sam nodded, “On it.” He said and with that
Sam left the girls to deal with Dean while he went to the ranch and called the
workers to him. Benny was there and Sam knew they would fine him easily, Benny
was a fantastic tracker, he used to track down runaways for his old master.
Sam sighed and explained the situation, “Castiel, the angel with three sets of
black wings, ran away.” He told them, “He attacked Dean, but he isn’t
dangerous. The guy was having a flashback.” He said and everyone nodded, they
knew how that was. Sam cleared his throat, “He jumped out of the window and
glided down then ran off to the woods east of the house.” He said, “I don’t
know how far he went, but we need to find him before someone, or something,
else does.” He said then looked at them sternly, “He is terrified and needs to
be talked down, the angel hasn’t had it easy, we all know the stories of slaves
that are passed around by their masters.” He said and the men nodded, “He’s the
epitome of that.” He told them and shook his head.
He steeled himself and stood straight, “If you find him call me, he might be
afraid of me, but he knows me.” He said and they all nodded, “Benny has a
tranquilizer gun in case the angel doesn’t come out of the tree, but we will
try everything we can before it comes down to that, he doesn’t need anymore
trauma.” He said and then looked up at the sky, it was early morning right now,
he wondered how far the angel ran, “Let’s get going, I don’t know how far he’s
gone, but he’s at least got an hour head start.” He said and then they all
split to get gear and the dogs.
Sam went to where the angel had landed and waited for everyone, he was going to
lead them to as far as he saw the angel go and then they would split up and
search the woods, this would take all day he knew, and if they were unlucky all
night as well.
Sam sighed softly as they searched, the poor angel might have flown away, he
looked just about ready to fly. He wondered how much the guy had gone through,
flashbacks are not something that just every slave has. Even Dean doesn’t have
those even though he’d been through hell. The man might have nightmares, but
he’s never had flashbacks before, never gotten his memories confused with
reality.
Sam could only imagine what this angel had gone through. He tried to push that
out of his mind as he searched, they were having no luck and Sam was starting
to think that maybe he did fly away. He had this sinking feeling in his stomach
that they had completely lost him because he was nowhere to be found. He had
all but given up hope when he heard the dogs barking and going crazy. He ran
over and looked at what they had found, it was blood.
Sam felt his heart almost leap out of his chest, “Shit.” He said and then
grabbed the leash of the dog, “I’m running ahead.” He said and then ran with
the dog who was following the scent of the blood, “Come on boy.” He said as he
ran with the dog. They ran for a good three miles, the blood just kept going
and going, thankfully Sam knew it wasn’t heavy bleeding. He could at least tell
that Castiel most likely cut his foot on something and that’s what left a blood
trail, but he was worried that it might have attracted a predator of some sort.
He knew that not many predators lurked in these woods, but one could never be
too sure.
Sam sighed, he also worried that if they didn’t see to the cut that it might
get infected. He felt bad for the angel, it wasn’t his fault he had such a
shitty life and cruel masters. He knew that Dean was probably the best thing
for this angel, he was compassionate and patient. Sam wondered if maybe Dean
let him sleep in his bed as both a selfish reason and an admirable one.
He sighed as the dog stopped and looked around then barked and howled. He
looked around seeing nothing and was confused, “He’s not here boy.” He said and
the dog was sniffing at the base of a tree. He looked around just as confused
as ever and knelt down, “Look, I know you’re tired, and I’ll carry you back if
I need to, but we need to find Castiel.” He said, like talking with the dog was
going to make him go further, this dog was exhausted, so was he, they were at
least five miles from the ranch and he didn’t even recognize these woods
anymore.
The dog was panting and whining as he clawed at the tree and looked to Sam,
“What is it boy?” He asked softly, they couldn’t have found Castiel, he had to
have still been running, but… Sam looked up at the tree and saw some kind of
movement. He had to squint because it was dark then he grabbed his flashlight,
they always took them out incase they had to keep going through the night.
He looked up at the tree and pointed his flashlight up there seeing the very
familiar black wings that were both magnificent and intimidating. He sighed
softly, “Castiel.” He called, but the angel was just clinging to the branch and
Sam realized he was going to have climb the tree and talk him down. He looked
to the dog, “Stay.” He said and the dog sit down still panting, it was too
tired to do anything else right now anyway.
He dropped the leash, knowing that his men would be there soon, “Castiel, I’m
coming up okay?” He called and then jumped up grabbing a branch and started
pulling himself up. It was no easy task getting up the tree, he was already
exhausted as it were and now he had to climb a tree to reach the poor,
terrified, angel.
He got up to where he was close enough to the angel that they could easily
speak and didn’t get any closer, he didn’t want to frighten the angel more than
he already was. He chewed his lip for a minute trying to figure out what to say
as he focused on Castiel, he wasn’t exactly one for heights and they were
pretty high up, at least three or four stories, not his cup of tea at all.
He took a calming breath, he was going to have a lot of fun getting down,
“Castiel.” He said softly and the angel whimpered, Sam could see how his wings
trembled and the man felt his heart break a new. It was dark now, the moon had
risen and the angel had been sitting here for a while, it was quite obvious by
the way he had leaves on him. Sam rubbed the back of his neck, “Castiel, I know
what happened.” He said softly and the angel’s head snapped up and looked at
Sam, “P-Please do-don’t hurt me.” He whimpered, “I-I didn’t mean to- I-I would
have come back…” He stuttered out as his tears fell, his voice trembled and Sam
could only smile at him with tears filling his own eyes, he didn’t realize how
broken this angel was.
The man took a breath and swallowed down his tears, “I know you would have
Castiel.” He said softly, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt Dean.” He said his
voice soft and even had a slight tremble, “None of us are angry, we only want
to help you.” He said and then reached into his pocket, he saw the angel flinch
and almost move away. Sam sighed and pulled out a granola bar, “Here Cas.” He
said, “It’s a protein bar, you must be tired and hungry.” He said as he offered
the food to him.
The angel looked at the food and then back at Sam warily, “B-But I hurt M-
Master Dean.” He said and looked so broken at that thought, “I-I attacked my m-
master.” He whimpered and looked so panicked, “I-I’m a bad slave.” He sobbed
out and Sam frowned, his heart was so broken for this slave and he bit his lip,
“You aren’t a bad slave Castiel.” He said his voice firm, but kind, “I want you
to see something.” He said and then took a breath, “Here, hold this.” He said
and gave the angel his flashlight.
Castiel sniffled and took the flashlight hesitantly, “I’m no master Castiel, I
am simply a man who got a second chance.” He said and then turned around and
pulled off his shirt, “Look.” He said as he looked down at the branch he was
sitting on. He saw the light reach his back and then the gasp from Castiel.
What Sam didn’t expect was the shuffle and then the hand on his back feeling
the scars, “Y-You…” Castiel started, but he didn’t finish and Sam nodded, “I
was a slave.” He said, “How I came to be that way… Well I didn’t know back
then.” He said and then sighed, “I know you’re afraid of me and that was my
fault.” He said and looked down and frowned, “I didn’t mean to make you fear
me, I was only worried about my brother.” He said softly and then closed his
eyes, he was so tired.
Castiel was so shocked to see the scars, his master’s brother was a slave? Was
his master a slave once? Castiel felt so much emotion by seeing the scars on
Sam’s back, there weren’t as many as there could be, Castiel had more on his
own back than Sam had, but… Castiel suddenly felt relaxed, even if he was still
upset about his actions earlier. He frowned, “I’m sorry.” Castiel said and then
Sam looked back, “Hey, no it’s okay, you didn’t have anything to do with it,
besides,” He said smiling, “Bobby found me before I was in too much trouble or
was picked up by the wrong kind of person.” He said and Castiel smiled, he
could tell Bobby was a good person and that just solidified his thoughts on
that man.
Sam turned around after a minute and put his shirt back on, “I know you had a
flashback earlier today.” He said and offered a friendly smile, “It’s okay, we
can work past this.” He said and then shrugged, “Dean isn’t mad at your or
anything either, if you were worried.” He said and Castiel felt his shoulders
sag, “He was trying to get up and go find you, but I made him stay, he needed
to rest.” He said and Castiel frowned and looked down.
His master was worried for him, he wasn’t angry at all, just wanted him back.
The angel felt so conflicted and wanted to return and beg his master’s
forgiveness, but then he also wanted to return and take care of him. He knew at
the back of his mind that he never intended to run away for real, he would have
come back. Castiel didn’t know what else to do at the time, but he would have
come back.
Sam looked at Castiel as he had this internal dialogue and placed a hand on his
shoulder, “Will you please come back home?” He asked softly with a smile and
Castiel swallowed, but he nodded, “I-I will.” He said and Sam looked, and felt,
so relieved, “Oh thank god, I really want to get out of this tree.” He said and
then looked down, then back up, “Yeah, I don’t really like heights.” He said as
he slowly started to climb down. Castiel just smile small, he didn’t mind
heights, he loved them in fact, he knew not everyone did though.
Castiel had no problem going down the tree, but Sam was heavier and couldn’t
exactly see where he was stepping. As he climbed down he stepped on a branch
that wasn’t big enough to really support his weight and Castiel saw in slow
motion the branch breaking and Sam falling. The man felt his whole world shift
and felt panic rise as well as his instinct to grab something only, nothing was
around him that would support him.
Castiel didn’t think, as soon as he heard the snap and saw Sam falling he just
jumped and grabbed the man. He groaned at the weight, Castiel was barely able
to hold the man, then flapped his wings once and glided down to the ground. It
wasn’t the softest landing possible, but thankfully it was soft grass and no
bushes.
Castiel was panting, he was so exhausted and that used precious energy he
didn’t really have right now.
Sam on the other hand was lying on the ground just trying to wrap his head
around what just happened. He was falling, he was about to break a leg, or at
the very least twist an ankle and knee, maybe break a arm if he hit a lot of
branches on the way down, but… He was laying on the ground without a scratch.
He let the world stop spinning before he sat up and looked around, he couldn’t
really see anything so he grabbed his flashlight and looked for Castiel.
He saw the angel on the ground panting, but looked otherwise fine, “Cas?” He
asked his voice shocked, he didn’t expect the angel to… Save him like that.
Castiel looked over at Sam timidly, “I-I’m sorry.” He said thinking he had done
something wrong. He just saw the man was falling and his instincts told him to
grab him and fly, save him from the pain of falling out of a tree.
Sam let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, “Don’t apologize.” He said and
then stood and went over to Castiel, “Thank you.” He said as he knelt down and
started to pick up the angel, “You saved my life.” He said and Castiel looked
down and shrugged, “I-I just saw you falling a-and…” He said and trailed off,
he’d never been thanked before, come to think of it Castiel hadn’t really felt
instinct to save someone before, other than maybe one other person, but that
was a long, long, time ago.
Sam smile and called for the dog as he started the walk back, he knew Castiel
probably couldn’t walk right now with his foot bleeding, he didn’t want to take
a chance of him stepping in something else that could infect his wound, “You
saved me from falling Castiel, I would have broken something, at the very
least.” He said and the angel shrugged as he looked down, “I-I just… I don’t
want anyone to feel pain because of me.” He said and looked up at Sam his eyes
full of tears, he hurt Dean and it was still tearing him up inside.
Sam sighed softly and gave Castiel a gentle look, “I understand.” He said and
the angel sniffled and leaned his head on Sam’s shoulder, “Why am I so broken?”
He asked and Sam frowned, “You’re not broken, you’re hurt.” He said as he
walked, “I didn’t go through as much as you, I was luckier than most because
Bobby found me, but I know from my short time as a slave that you aren’t
broken.” He said and continued to walk, the dog keeping close to his side, they
were trained expertly and wouldn’t abandon their master, “Something deep inside
of you is fighting to be free, you are fighting so hard against yourself, but
if you are going to heal you need to let it out.” He said softly, “I was so
angry when Bobby bought me, I hated him, I wanted him to die when I was
younger. To me, he was just another master that was going to beat me and make
me do all sorts of housework.” He said and sighed, “But he never made me do
anything that he didn’t do himself.” He said and smiled, “And as time went on I
saw his books and his computer and all the knowledge he had at his fingertips.”
He said his voice drifting as he remembered that time, “I kept holding myself
back, I never went near his books, his computer, no matter how much I wanted
to. I was fighting who I was and what I truly wanted because I thought that I
would never be allowed to have that.” He said and sighed, he and Bobby got into
a lot of fights, most of them his own fault for pushing the man so far, but
Bobby never hurt him, the worst he ever did was send him to his room or made
him clean as a punishment.
As Sam remembered he smiled, “It was about a year before Bobby finally just
bought me a couple books, something that he thought I might enjoy, and put them
in my room, he didn’t say anything, acted like they were there the whole time,
and I slowly started to come out of my shell, I let myself relax enough to
indulge and in the end me and him grew closer because I loved all the lore he
knew, all the history, all the mythology.” He said smiled and then chuckled,
“The man was so proud that he got me into school and he always encouraged me to
do well, if I wanted to do something that wasn’t normal I would, he never told
me I couldn’t, he only ever told me to make sure it was what I wanted.” Sam
spoke with such a revered tone, he loved Bobby, the man was his dad and he
would fight anyone who tried to dispute it.
Castiel listened and felt a smile emerge, if Sam could do that who said he
couldn’t have his own happily ever after? He wished, rather than hoped, it to
be true. Sam hummed as he walked and then reigned in his thoughts, “My point is
Cas, you are trying to fight who you are, but you don’t have to.” He said and
Castiel looked up at him, “You can be who you want to be here. If you want to
be an artist then we can help you out, get you supplies, a contact who might
look at your work and tell you if it’s something that you could make a living
off of.” He said and shrugged, “Or maybe you prefer a life on the ranch, we
have so many different things you could do here, but you have to be the one to
decide.” He said and Castiel felt put on the spot all of a sudden.
The angel swallowed thickly and looked up at Sam, “I-I don’t know what I want
to do.” He said his voice so quiet the man almost missed it. He smiled though,
much to Castiel’s surprise, “That’s alright, you still have so much to do and
learn, I don’t expect you to know what you want to do after all of this.” He
said and Castiel felt confused, “After all of this?” He asked before he could
stop himself, “Well yeah, you know what we do don’t you?” He asked and Castiel
shook his head, “I-I know you have a lot of slaves to help you around the ranch
and you have a lot of land and cattle and a farm and all sorts of other
things.” He said and Sam smiled at him amused, “Cas, have you ever heard of the
Winchester Organization?” He asked and Castiel frowned as he thought, he knew
that name, he had heard of a few slaves talking about it, but what did they do?
He shrugged, “I’ve heard the name from other slaves before, but I don’t know
what it is.” He said and Sam smiled at him, “The Winchester organization is a
non-profit organization that is dedicated to purchasing, rehabilitating and
freeing slaves.” He said and Castiel looked up at him shocked, “T-There are
people who want to free slaves?” He asked, he never knew people wanted to free
slaves, he thought everyone was for slavery and that everyone either had a
slave, or wanted one.
Sam smiled at him, his heart was breaking even more for this poor angel, “Yeah,
there are a lot of people who think slavery should be ended, that everyone
should be free.” He said and smiled at him, “The Winchester Organization has
been around for about three years, this will be the fourth, and it specializes
in rehabilitation and reintegration.” He said, “Basically helping slaves be
more confident and learn skills that will help them build their own life. We
have to prove that the slaves can function on their own, work and live with
other free folk.” He said smiling, “If we just purchased and freed every slave
we came across that would end badly because they would go crazy with their
freedom or just be enslaved again.” He said and sighed as he shook his head,
“Some slaves take years, some take a few weeks, it just depends on the slave
and how easily and quickly the adjust to life.” He told him and Castiel
listened intently.
The angel was confused why he was being told all of this, “What does this have
to do with anything though?” He asked his confusion obvious and Sam smiled at
him, “Because, I’m Sam Winchester and my brother is Dean Winchester.” He said
proudly and Castiel felt like he was going to puke or pass out from hearing
this news, “Y-You mean you… You’re them?” He asked, he was asking if they were
the Winchester Organization and Sam understood and nodded, “Dean was tasked
with going out and finding you, we had heard so many different things about
you, but we got a message from someone, we still don’t know who, and they
begged us to find you and save you.” He said and shrugged, “We don’t know who
it was, but they gave us the location and Dean had a contact so we went out on
faith that it was good information.” He said and Castiel felt tears immediately
well and fall down his face.
He was safe here, he heard so many stories of slaves going to a better place
and now that Sam explained who they were Castiel realized they were the people
almost every slave wished would find them. He didn’t know they were real, he
always thought it was just a fairytale that the slaves told each other to help
them sleep better and give them hope, he never imagined they were real.
Sam just smiled and held Castiel, he would let the angel sink everything in, he
knew it was time he found out who they were and where he was. Castiel didn’t
speak after that, he was just so shocked, surprised and exhausted to really
form any more coherent speech.
Sam walked for what seemed like a couple hours and found the rest of the search
party. Castiel was just resting and holding on to Sam, but when they joined the
rest of the people it was more like clinging. To Castiel’s relief they didn’t
really say anything to him, just wanted to make sure everyone was okay and then
they all started on their way back to the ranch.
As they walked though Benny came over, “Is he okay, need me to look at his
foot?” He asked worried, Castiel liked Benny, his accent put him at ease. Sam
shook his head, “He should be alright, I was gonna take care of it when we got
back to the house, Jo is already there to help groom his wings and we have the
showers set up so he’ll be able to clean himself, it would be best considering
we’ve both been running around in the woods.” He said and Benny nodded,
“Alright, well let me know if you need anything.” He said and then split off.
They had finally gotten back to the house after another hour of walking,
Castiel was just clinging to Sam as they walked, he didn’t say anything and Sam
didn’t mind just holding him as they walked, he was prepared to do this in case
they had to shoot the angel down, but it thankfully didn’t come to that.
As they walked Castiel sniffled and Sam could feel his tears, he knew it would
be okay, Castiel just need to let it out, it was better than bottling it up. He
walked over to the grooming building and Castiel was lead in by Jo who helped
him wash himself, he was so tired and needed the help, plus he didn’t mind Jo,
she was another angel and he trusted her. After he was clean she groomed his
wings and then helped him to the house. She had cleaned up his foot as best she
could, but she didn’t know first aid like Sam and Dean did. She set Castiel on
the couch and then got Sam, “Thanks Jo, no go to sleep.” He said and kissed her
cheek and she smiled, “Yes sir.” She said playfully and gave a salute before
she kissed Castiel’s cheek and then went off to bed.
Castiel looked down and felt bad making them all stay up so late, “I-I’m
sorry.” He said his voice sad, not afraid, “For running away.” He said and Sam
smiled, “It’s alright, sometimes you get scared and you need to get away from
it for a little while, you had a flashback, I couldn’t imagine wanting to be
anywhere near the place you had it for a while.” He said and Castiel nodded, “I
broke the window.” He said frowning at Sam and the man chuckled, “Yeah, but we
can get it fixed easily, don’t worry about it.” He said as he performed first
aid on Castiel’s foot, “There.” He said as he wrapped his foot in a bandage,
“This should heal in a couple days, but take it easy okay? You were pretty
rough on yourself today.” He said and Castiel nodded, “Okay.” He said and then
looked down, “C-Can I… W-Would it be o-okay if I…” He stuttered, but Sam knew
what he wanted, “Dean is up in the guest room, tomorrow we’ll take care of the
window and hopefully get it patched up in a couple days.” He said and Castiel
nodded, “He’s waiting for you Cas, Jo texted me and said Dean refused to sleep
without knowing you were okay.” He said and Castiel looked at him in shock.
The angel never had anyone worry for him or care for him, not for a long time
now, and he was so surprised that his master worried for him, but… Now it made
more sense, this wasn’t some show. Castiel knew the name of their organization,
he had heard of slaves talking about them, this wasn’t a trick, Dean really was
a good man, he truly was safe. That realization made him feel like the the
weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders, he wasn’t going to be hurt
anymore, he didn’t have to fear that, Dean nor Sam would ever hit him.
The angel stood up and left Sam there, he needed to go to Dean, he needed to
apologize. Castiel also just needed Dean, more than he realized; He felt so
lost without him.
Then angel walked up the stairs, carefully because of his foot, and went to the
guest bedroom. He felt his heart race and his nerves were going crazy, but he
didn’t want to be anywhere else, even if he was a little scared. He swallowed
his fear after a moment and knocked on the door timidly. Dean heard and looked
to the door, “Come in.” He called, he wondered who was awake at this hour, if
it was Sam he was going to be very upset and worried, but he wasn’t expected
Castiel to walk through. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his
shoulders were hunched over making himself seem smaller while his wings were
pressed close to his back.
Dean didn’t even think he just stood up and went over to Castiel wrapping his
arms around him, he was in so much pain, but he didn’t care. The angel gasped
and held onto Dean, the man was basically clinging to him because he wasn’t
really supposed to be up and around. Castiel was worried he was going to hurt
himself, “I was so worried about you.” He said and the angel could have sworn
he heard his voice tremble, but he decided not to say anything about it, “I-I’m
sorry sir.” He said quietly as he held Dean, but the man just shushed him, “No,
no it’s okay, I’m okay.” He said softly, “I’m fine.” He said smiling and then
pulled away, “I’ve had worse than this, you didn’t break any ribs.” He said
smiling at him and Castiel frowned and looked down.
Dean sighed, “I’ll be fine Cas, nothing a week of rest won’t fix.” He said,
“Besides, the ranch can run without me, I’ve got plenty of people who can take
over my work for a while.” He said as he held onto Castiel, “Please, sir, let’s
get you back to bed.” Castiel said his worry obvious, he didn’t mean to be so
plain about what he was feeling, but he was worried about Dean and he didn’t
want him to get hurt, more so than he already was at least.
Dean relented and went with Castiel to the bed, but when he laid down he gently
tugged the angel with him, he didn’t want him to leave. Castiel went into the
bed willingingly, he didn't want to be anywhere else, even if his instincts
told him to run like last time. He went into bed with Dean and the man just
laid there on his back, he was in too much pain to cuddle and Castiel
understood that. What Dean did to make up for that was holding Castiel’s hand,
he needed Castiel right here with him, he was so used to someone next to him
and he was afraid to be alone at this point.
Castiel held Dean’s hand gently and looked up at the ceiling, “I’m sorry for
hurting you.” He said quietly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said quietly, he
did want to hurt his old master, but he didn’t want to hurt Dean, he was so
gentle and kind, Castiel couldn’t imagine any slave wanting to willingly hurt
Dean.
Dean nodded and groaned, “It’s okay.” He said, “I know you didn't know it was
me.” He said and then sighed, his ribs still hurt, “You were having a
flashback, it’s okay.” He said and Castiel nodded, “St-Still, I said things
that weren’t meant for you.” He said and looked down. Dean looked over at him,
“Will you tell me who they were meant for?” He asked softly and Castiel looked
up at him worried, “C-Could I tell you some other time?” He asked quietly and
Dean nodded, “Of course, when you’re ready Cas.” He said softly and then closed
his eyes, “Could you… Could you sing me a lullaby?” Dean asked and looked up at
him, “One that is in your language?” He asked him timidly, he didn’t know if it
was rude or not to ask that of the angel, but he was so curious about them and
when Jo sang one to Castiel when they first met it was so gentle.
Castiel was surprised by the request, Dean didn’t know angel customs, it wasn’t
really something that just anyone did to the other. If Dean were to have asked
that to anyone else he would be met with an incredulous, almost offended, look.
Castiel however, didn’t mind this at all, he didn’t really have any social
skills to begin with, especially in the angel community, but he liked Dean and
wanted to share with him these songs and lullabies.
Castiel had to do an internal double take because, when did he start wanting to
share these kinds of things with his master? But… He thought for a moment and
remembered what Sam had said about how he was fighting so hard against himself.
The angel realized that this might be what Sam was talking about, he needed to
let his feelings grow, maybe they wouldn’t be together the way he wanted, but
at least he could indulge in something he’s never been allowed to even
experience.
With a sigh and small smile Castiel nodded, “Of course.” He said and then they
both got comfortable, the angel was tired and knew as soon as he finished his
song he would fall asleep if he didn’t in the middle of it.
Dean smiled when Castiel agreed and he made sure to turn the lights off, well
Castiel turned them off because he refused to let Dean get out of bed, and he
had the blankets pulled up. Castiel had a protective wing laying on Dean,
thankfully they weighed almost nothing so he didn’t worry that he would hurt
his master with the weight. Castiel was on his stomach, Dean on his back, and
then he started to sing softly.
Castiel sang a lullaby that was once sung to him when he was just a little
fledgling. The song wasn’t anything special, just a little lullaby about the
mother of all angels holding all the angels in her wings, protecting them from
all that would hurt them. It made him smile because the song gave him so much
comfort and he sang it to himself so many times before. He closed his eyes and
before he knew it he was asleep with Dean right next to him practically
clinging to his wing.
The day had been so long for the two of them and now that they were together
again they were both at peace. Sam looked into the guest room and smiled at
them, he just wanted to check to make sure that everything went smoothly. Now
that, that was finished he yawned and checked his watch, it was three in the
morning. He sighed and closed the door to the guest bedroom then made his way
to his room. When he opened the door he chuckled seeing the fluffy bunny on his
bed with flowers and a box of chocolates.
He walked over and smiled, “Gabe, you are so persistent.” He said to himself as
he opened the box of chocolates and gave a surprised laugh, all of them were
shaped like little penises. He shook his head and groaned, “Geeze, what is with
you?” He asked then put the chocolates on his desk before he looked at the
flowers and rolled his eyes, “Aren’t the red roses a little much?” He asked to
no one in particular as he grabbed a vase and put some water in it before he
cut the roses steps and placed them in the water, “You should last a while.” He
said as he positioned them on his desk neatly with a smile, “At least he
doesn’t beat around the bush.” He said and rolled his eyes.
After that he went to his bed and grabbed the bunny, he was gonna throw it off,
but he caught a whiff of peppermint and instantly relaxed, “Damn you.” He said
and then sighed, he turned off the lights and ended up cuddling the large
rabbit shoving his face into the smell of something that always relaxed him. He
didn’t know why the smell of peppermint made him relax, but he would accept it
without question now that it was filling his nose with the wonderful smell.
Before he knew it he was passed out and wasn’t going to wake up for a good long
while, the smell of peppermint gave him pleasant dreams, mostly vague feelings
of happiness and contentedness. After the long day he had he welcomed these
feelings and let them overwhelm him in the best way possible.
All in all the day started off bad, but ended better than expected and everyone
hoped for a better day in the morning.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     After an incident at the ranch Gabriel is called out, Sam helps
     Gabriel with the things he needs and after they go back to the house
     some things are revealed to Gabriel that Sam wanted to keep hidden,
     but perhaps it was for the best
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took so long to get the chapter out, I had another spat of
     writer's block and decided to run with a different couple with this
     chapter, the next chapter will hopefully come out sooner than this
     one did, and fair warning in two to three chapters there is going to
     be some major plot reveal and heartbreak, so be prepared to cry and
     possibly want to kill me ;)
     As always I would love your feedback and input, I love hearing from
     you all :D
     Anyway, Enjoy!
The next day was a bit of a clusterfuck, some cattle on the other side of the
property had stampeded and injured some of the men and woman working over there
so Sam called Gabriel, he was their emergency doctor, their general
practitioner and their angel specialist. Sam had two horses ready to go, he
made the doctor learn how to ride because it was the fastest way to get around
the place since they hadn’t really developed any kind of roads for cars, it
wasn’t high on their priority list right now.
When Gabriel arrived he wasn’t his usual flirty self, he had a backpack with
all the medical supplies he could possibly need, two in fact, one for him and
one for Sam, best to be over prepared in this case. He and Sam quickly mounted
and rode off, when there was a medical emergency Gabriel became very focused,
his normal jovial behavior put aside so he could focus on the wounds and
sickness at hand.
Sam was always tense when Gabriel wasn’t joking around, he was almost scary
when he was serious. He kept quiet during these times because he knew the
doctor was in charge and it was best to let him speak and handle the situation,
Sam was there to calm the others and do heavy lifting if anyone needed it.
They rode for a few minutes galloping and got to where the cattle were as well
as the injured men and women. Sam knew what a stampede could do and was ready
to cut off any cows that started it again. The animals looked calm now, but he
knew they could be spooked by just about anything given the right circumstance.
He made sure Gabriel had space to work and helped him with anything he needed.
The doctor knelt down and assessed the four people, three men and one woman,
they didn’t look too bad, but he needed to check for internal bleeding, who
knew what the cattle had ruptured in the stampede, “Sam, get me the stethoscope
out of your backpack.” He said as he checked their pupils for dilation, that at
the very least was normal.
Sam quickly grabbed the tool out of his back and tossed it next to Gabriel, he
was keeping an eye on the cattle, they still looked ready to stampede and he
didn’t like it. A car had already been dispatched to where they were, whether
they were okay or not Sam was going to send them all to the hospital and make
sure they had all the tests done to make sure they didn’t have any other kind
of damage that Gabriel couldn’t detect.
It was about several minutes later Gabriel had determined two of them had
internal bleeding, one of them had several cracked and broken ribs and just
about all of them had a severe concussion. They all were picked up by the car
and taken to the hospital while Gabriel recorded his findings so they could
give it to the doctors and they could listen to it and verify what he had
found.
When they were leaving the engine seemed to have spooked the cattle which
sparked a second stampede, today was not looking to be a good day. The car
drove off, but the cattle were coming right for Gabriel which startled him and
he tripped. Sam didn’t have to think he just ran over to Gabriel, dismounted
and shoved him on the horse. He saw how close the cattle were and realized he
didn’t have time to mount the horse so he slapped it and it took off while Sam
stood and had a split second to react. The first thing he did was turn and then
he sprinted, he had no idea what to do in this situation so he just sprinted
away and hoped he could at least keep up running so the cattle would deviate,
they didn’t have any ranch hands with them right now, unfortunately they seemed
to be running behind and Sam was paying the price, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,
oh shit.” Sam was panting as he ran, he knew this was a bad situation, he was
expecting to get hurt pretty badly, but better him than Gabriel, he didn’t want
his funny and very annoying doctor to get hurt.
Sam glanced behind him and saw the cattle were close, too close for comfort,
but he also saw they were starting to curve to the left and he saw his chance.
They moved left and he darted right, he was out of their path and they were
heading for the trees, but they stopped before they got there. Sam was panting
and his legs were shaking, he hadn’t felt so scared in a long time.
He fell to his knees and gasped for air, “O-Oh god.” He whimpered as he leaned
forward and put his hands on the ground just trying to calm himself down, he
was so panicked that Gabriel was going to get hurt and then he thought he was
going to die because those animals are so strong and could easily kill him if
they stepped on him in the right spot. He started gasping after a moment as
tears fell down his face, he didn’t realize something like this would trigger
him.
He was trying to calm his breathing, digging his fingers in the ground and
grabbing handfuls of dirt and grass. He couldn’t breathe for a second, he
couldn’t control it and it only made him panic more to the point that he
started to see dark spots all around his vision. He was starting to feel light
headed and his vision was starting to darken, but then he heard someone call
his name.
He looked up and around to find Gabriel riding towards him on his horse. Sam
was, at this point, hallucinating, which was why he saw Gabriel in a suit of
armor and the horse was pure white. The doctor dismounted and quickly ran over
to Sam calling his name over and over, “Hey, stay with me Sam.” He said as he
knelt down and grabbed his face, “I need you to stay with me Sam.” He said and
the giant of a man let go of the grass and grabbed Gabriel’s arm, “G-Gabe.” He
gasped and the doctor smiled at him, “That’s my name, you can use it as many
times as you’d like.” He said and Sam would have laughed if he wasn’t gasping
for air, but he was calming down by just having Gabriel touching him.
Gabriel quickly moved behind Sam and wrapped his arms around him while he
pressed his chest to Sam’s back, “It’s gonna be okay sexy.” He said as he
rubbed his chest, “Just follow my breathing okay?” He said as he started to
breathe deeply very pointedly. He pressed his face to Sam’s neck and laid a
gentle kiss on it, “You can do it babe, just focus on me.” He said and Sam did,
he focused on Gabriel with everything he had and he slowly started to calm
down, it wasn’t quick or easy though.
Sam just sat there with Gabriel clinging to his back helping him breathe, it
was so nice even though Sam was barely hanging on, the doctor was so kind and
gentle with him which seemed to be his style. Gabriel wasn’t forceful or mean,
he was very assertive when it came to his patients, he would fight to get them
every medical treatment he could to help them get better, but he was always so
kind to them and had such good bedside manner.
It was about twenty minutes later that Sam was able to breathe properly again,
the spots were disappearing from his eyes and he felt the burning sensation in
his chest start to go away as he relaxed against Gabriel, “That’s it Sammy,
just relax.” He said softly his own voice silky smooth, but what really did Sam
in was that wonderful, almost heavenly, scent of peppermint. It washed over him
and it calmed him to the core to the point that he started to lean into Gabriel
just wanting to smell more of it.
Sam had never indulged in any kind of physical relationship, it wasn’t exactly
easy finding someone who is okay that you were once a slave, even in a very
free state as the one he lived in. He had given up on women, right about when
Gabriel came into the picture. Now Sam is starting to wonder about men, but he
was still so hesitant, and honestly frightened, to start any kind of romantic
relationship after striking out so many times with women. He knew Gabriel
didn’t know his past, Sam kept that part of himself close, he didn’t want
anyone’s pity, it didn’t help anything.
As of right now though Gabriel was squeezing Sam and it was almost enough for
him to just spill all his beans, tell Gabriel everything of his past, but… He
couldn’t bring himself to do it, even though he trusted Gabriel more than
anyone besides his brother, “Sam, are you okay?” Gabriel asked still holding
him tightly, the man cared more about this gentle giant than anyone truly knew.
Sam swallowed and nodded, “Y-Yeah, I-I think so.” He said his voice trembling
which irritated him because he didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of
Gabriel, “What happened?” Gabriel asked and Sam frowned, he didn’t want to say
anything, it wasn’t something he wanted Gabriel to know, “I-I don’t know.” He
said lying, he knew exactly what happened, he panicked that Gabriel might die
and that he might die. The thought of losing Gabriel caused him more grief than
he thought possible as well as the thought of leaving Gabriel all alone. Sam
had no idea if the man truly wanted him, but he was so distressed at the
thought of dying and leaving Gabriel so much that he felt a couple more tears
trickle down his face.
Gabriel shook his head, he could tell when Sam was lying, it was obvious to him
even though so many others could be fooled by him, “Sam.” Gabriel said softly,
he knew something was off, but clearly Sam wasn’t ready to share, “Whatever the
problem, I’m always here for you okay?” He said softly, “If you ever want to
talk I’m just a phone call away, hell you have all my contact numbers, I’ll
always try to pick up for you, if you can’t reach me send me a text message,
I’ll see it.” He said and kissed Sam’s neck, he noted the shiver that went up
his spine and smirked. Gabriel liked that he could do these things to Sam, but
he was slightly worried that Sam didn’t want the attention. He just calmed his
worry with the thought that Sam had never told him to stop and Gabriel never
let himself get too far so he didn’t feel all that bad.
Sam felt so much relief wash over him when Gabriel didn’t push the subject, it
made him want to tell him even more, but he was still just too scared, “Come on
my sexy angel.” He said softly and stood up going in front of Sam and holding
out his hands, “Let’s get back and take a shower, we’re both nasty and I could
use a drink.” He said smiling which put Sam at ease, he missed Gabriel’s
embrace though, the small man had such a huge affect on him it was almost
scary.
After Sam stood up Gabriel got the horses and they made their way back to the
house slowly, Gabriel insisted on holding Sam’s reigns so he could just sit and
hold the horn. Sam didn’t mind though, he didn’t have to lead the horse which
let him relax and focus on breathing and maybe sneaking a glance at the doctor
he was starting to develope feelings for.
They both rode for about twenty minutes before they got back to the main house,
he called over a couple guys and asked them to take the horses while he handled
Sam, he said he over exerted himself and needed medical attention, it was
better than telling them he had a panic attack without provocation.
Sam smiled at Gabriel, he was very considerate which seemed to shock him, “Come
on Sam, let’s go take a shower.” He said and helped him into the house and up
to his room. Gabriel didn’t hesitate to sit Sam down and grab some clothes for
him, it was second nature to him to take care of the green giant. He put his
clothes in the bathroom then went over to him, “Go take a shower, I’ll take one
after you.” He said, but Sam looked lost, “Did you bring clothes?” He asked
confused and Gabriel chuckled, “Sam, when you are called out as much as I am
you tend to keep clothes on you at all times in case of an emergency.” He said
smiling and Sam nodded, “O-Oh.” He said dumbly and the doctor chuckled, “That
and I secretly hope I’ll be invited here to stay the night for a reason that
isn’t business.” He said with a wink and Sam blushed a bright pink, he quickly
got up and went to the bathroom, “Y-Yeah okay.” He said as he closed the door
and went about taking a shower.
Gabriel laughed as Sam scurried to the bathroom then he went and grabbed his
clothes from his car, he had plenty of clothes to last him the better part of a
week, he was always prepared in case of any kind of emergency. As he made his
way back he saw Dean and Castiel in the kitchen laughing and cooking together,
it was a sweet scene, the angel had his wing around Dean in an, obvious,
affectionate manner, and Dean was just a little too close to Castiel to be
considered platonically friendly.
Gabriel smiled and watched them for a few seconds longer before he made his way
back upstairs, he wondered if one day he would find that kind of relationship,
maybe with Sam? He hoped at the very least Sam might be open to a relationship,
but he tried not to get his hopes up too high, the man was so reserved and
Gabriel wondered if maybe it was his past experiences that made him that way or
perhaps he’s always been that way.
Gabriel was lost in thought as he went to Sam’s room, he didn’t bother to knock
because he thought Sam was still in the shower, he was surprised to see the man
half naked, but what really confused him was when he started talking, “Dean,
I’ve asked you to knock before you come in here.” He said with a sigh, but it
wasn’t heavy just a sort of brotherly irritation. Gabriel didn’t know what to
do though because Sam had his back to him and he saw all the scars and gashes
that had healed. Gabriel felt tears well up and he let out a breath, the sight
of Sam’s back broke his heart, how could anyone do that to such a beautiful
man.
Sam was confused why Dean wasn’t talking, but he didn’t really care, his
brother was weird sometimes however, when he heard a noise from him it didn’t
sound like Dean. He turned around and Gabriel standing there with tears
streaming down his face and Sam suddenly felt his heart jump to his throat. He
saw his back, Sam was realizing why Gabriel had tears, he knew the truth now.
Sam felt the lump in his throat get bigger and the pit in his stomach grow
large, Gabriel was going to leave.
The poor man felt so distressed and didn’t know what to do, all he could do was
sit down on the bed and wait for Gabriel to yell at him about how he’s
worthless, or just leave and never come back. All Sam did was sit down and look
down at his hands waiting for one or the other to happen, he was resigned to
let Gabriel say what he wanted, the man was always flirting with him and Sam
was too much of a coward to tell him why he wasn’t worth his time, Sam was
never worth anyone’s time, even after all the years spent with Bobby he felt
unworthy to be loved because of his past.
Gabriel looked at Sam and saw the initial fear that went through his eyes
before the man looked down and then sat down. It looked like he was waiting to
be yelled at, almost like he expected him to be mad, but Gabriel couldn’t be
mad at him, all he could feel was heartbreak and a desire to be so gentle with
Sam. The man sniffled and wiped his eyes, he needed a shower before he got too
deep into this can of worms, but he had to do something about Sam just sitting
there like puppy waiting to be kicked.
He walked over and sat down next to him on the bed, “Sam.” He said his voice
cracking, he cleared his throat and spoke again, “Sam.” He said, stronger this
time and at this angle Gabriel could see the tears streaming down Sam’s face,
“Sweetheart.” He said and took Sam’s face gently into his hands, “Please don’t
cry.” He said with a smile, his own tears falling, “It’s okay.” He said softly
as he wiped Sam’s tears away.
Sam sniffled and swallowed trying to calm down, he couldn’t speak right now,
the man was petrified and he couldn’t help his tears as Gabriel gently touched
him. He was helpless in Gabriel’s hands and even leaned into them, he’s never
had someone touch him so gently and he felt so at ease in Gabriel’s hands. Sam
didn’t know when, or even how, it happened, but Gabriel seemed to have walked
right through all the walls he put up to keep everyone out, he could see right
through him and it both scared and comforted him.
Gabriel smiled, even as his tears fell, “You are so beautiful.” He said softly
letting his true feelings bleed through, “Listen.” He said softly, “I need to
take a shower, but after don’t you dare move.” He said and kissed his cheek,
“Because after I’m out I’m cuddling the shit out of you and we aren’t leaving
here till I’m finished with you, doctor’s orders.” He said and Sam let out a
breath, it was the best laugh he could muster, “Do you understand?” Gabriel
asked and Sam nodded and sniffled, the poor man still couldn’t talk right now,
but he knew now that his secret was out to Gabriel he might have an easier time
letting himself open up about the other things.
Gabriel smiled and bit his lip, he could kiss him right now, but… Gabriel
fought the urge because he knew it wasn’t the right time, he would be taking
advantage of Sam’s vulnerable state and that was not what he was going to do at
all, he was going to be the best he could be for Sam. So, he kissed his cheek
once more before he stood and went to shower. He made it quick though, Gabriel
simply cleaned himself thoroughly and then got out. He didn’t bother with much
clothes, he just put on some boxers and took the rest of his clothes in the
room with him, he wanted to cuddle with Sam skin to skin, it helped with
bonding and Gabriel wanted that more than anything, even if they never got
anywhere romantically he would still like to be close to Sam as friends.
Sam had decided, while Gabriel was in the shower, to get some water for the two
of them and then get under the blankets, he was exhausted and he trusted
Gabriel to be gentle with him, he hadn’t yelled at him yet and Sam was starting
to believe he wasn’t going to yell at him at all. When Gabriel walked out of
the bathroom Sam blushed because he was only in his underwear though he was
wearing just his underwear as well, when Gabriel walked in earlier Sam was just
about to start putting on his pants and shirt, but that was interrupted by the
doctor himself.
Gabriel sighed and put his clothes on the bedside table and then turned the
lights out, it was only lunchtime, they had gone out to the incident with the
stampede around eleven and took care of it within an hour then went back after
Sam’s panic attack. The doctor slipped into bed, the curtains were drawn and
the room was illuminated with the bright afternoon light, “Come here
sweetheart.” Gabriel said softly to which Sam simply moved over to him. The man
was so large, but he simply moved down on the bed and pressed his face to the
crook of Gabriel’s neck.
The doctor smiled and held Sam close, “I’ve got you.” He said softly and Sam
nodded, he had never been held like this before and he never wanted it to end,
“P-Please don’t leave.” Sam said his voice weak and frightened, but Gabriel
just held him tighter, “I’ll never leave you unless you tell me to.” He said
softly, he cared for Sam so much and he wanted to know everything about him, he
wanted Sam to tell him everything and he, in turned, wanted to tell Sam
everything in his own life, but he knew that would come later, today it was
just time to cuddle, doctor’s orders.
Sam breathed in deeply, Gabriel smelled so strongly of peppermint and Sam was
to enraptured by it, he just inhaled deeply, almost like it was a drug and
didn’t want this high to ever end. He was so relaxed at this point and then
Gabriel brought his hand up and started to card his fingers through Sam’s hair
and the man nearly melted into a puddle. He let out a heavy sigh of
contentedness and sniffled, he felt so safe in Gabriel’s arms.
Gabriel heard Sam sniffle and he squeezed him gently before he started to hum a
song he had heard a while ago, just something on the radio that had a calming
melody. The doctor wasn’t expecting anything to be said, everything had just
happened and Sam was in such a fragile state, but it seemed he was proved wrong
when Sam moved so he could speak, “I’m sorry.” He said softly and Gabriel shook
his head, “No, don’t apologize, it’s okay, you did nothing wrong.” He told him,
Gabriel didn’t want Sam to think he had done anything wrong because he hadn’t,
“Gabriel.” Sam said and sniffled, “I lied to you, how could you say I did
nothing wrong?” He asked and Gabriel shook his head, “Samuel Winchester.” He
said softly and that got Sam’s attention, “You are one of kindest people I
know, you have such an affinity for people who are hurting. I knew from the
moment I met you that you had some kind of a past, but I knew that maybe one
day you would tell me.” He told him and nuzzled his head gently, “I don’t care
where you came from, I don’t care what happened all those years ago, because
you’re here now and I’m with you.” He said and Sam blushed and swallowed
thickly, “I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to know what happened, I can
readily admit that I’m a very nosey person, but I will never ask you about your
past.” He said softly and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair once more, “If you
want to tell me I’ll listen, whatever you have to say I’ll always listen, but I
won’t pry into your past, I know you’ve been through a lot and I have accepted
that I may never know your past, and that’s okay.” He said and kissed Sam’s
head gently.
Sam sniffled once more and held onto Gabriel a little bit tighter, he doesn’t
ever want this man to leave him. It took a few minutes, but Sam finally calmed
down, his past didn’t make him cry, it was the thought that Gabriel would leave
him because of it, but he was going to trust Gabriel that he would listen. A
few moments later and Sam pulled away and wiped his tears, “If I tell you my
past, will swear to not leave me?” He asked his voice showing how vulnerable he
felt about this and Gabriel could see it in his eyes, “Sam, I swear that I will
never leave you unless you force me to go.” He said with a smile, “I’m not so
easily scared off.” He added with a wink and Sam felt slightly relieved.
After a few calming breaths Sam began, “I was a slave.” He said, “I was sold
into slavery when I was just a boy, my brother and I were together for a time,
but… They separated us because children sold a lot quicker.” He said and looked
down, “I was only four years old.” He said and looked down, “I don’t remember
how it happened, but Dean does, he told me.” He said and sighed, “Our father
took us and sold us, but he doesn’t know why, he was just a kid, he didn’t see
what was going on behind the scenes.” He told Gabriel with a shrug, “I was in
slavery for six years before Bobby bought me.” He said and sighed, “He was my
savior.” He said and wiped his eyes, “Those six years in slavery though, left
it’s mark on me both physically and emotionally.” He said and tightened his
grip on Gabriel, “Those scars are from when I get in trouble, they whipped me a
lot hard than they should have and left deep scars, I’ve talked with doctors
before and there isn’t anything they can do about them, they will always be
there.” He said and sniffled, “Which is why I try to keep them hidden as best I
can.” He told Gabriel, “Why though? Are you ashamed of them?” Gabriel asked not
understanding and Sam smiled at him, “I wasn’t before, but… I have met several
women, even dated some and had a steady relationship, back when I was in high
school, college, and even as I’ve been working here.” He said, then sighed,
“But I’ve never kept any of them because as soon as they find out I used to be
a slave they all run the opposite direction, some slapped me and told me I’m
worthless then left, others just gave me a look and walked out the door.” He
said and swallowed thickly, “That was why I just sat down and waiting for you
to say, or do, something when you walked in on me.” He said and bit his lip,
“I, uh, know you are constantly flirting with me, you don’t hide that you like
me, but… I… I don’t know if you’ll still want to persue me after you know all
of this.” He said and looked down, “I never reciprocated because I was afraid
that when you got closer and I told you the truth you would leave like everyone
else.” He said and then he got flustered, “A-And because I have no experience.”
He said, but that through Gabriel off.
He thought for a moment before he spoke, “First of all, I am a doctor that has
become associated with your organization. I know who you are. I know who the
poeple working here are, and I am freely giving my services to you. I know you
guys give me a ‘donation’ every month, but I always donate it back.” He said
and chuckled when Sam looked up at him surprised, “Yeah, I knew it was you the
whole time.” He said and Sam blushed, “I also know that someone who creates an
organization meant to save, rehabilitate and then reintegrate slaves into
society doesn’t just do that on a whim.” He said with a raised eyebrown and Sam
blushed again, he felt silly now, but he knew Gabriel wasn’t doing it to be
mean, “As for no experience, I don’t know what you mean.” He said, “Like being
in a long term relationship, kissing, sex?” He asked listing some things Sam
might have meant.
When Gabriel spoke it lifted the weight of the world off of Sam’s shoulders, he
had no idea that he was waiting to hear these words until now. However, when
Gabriel started asking what he meant when he said he had no experience Sam
blushed all sorts of shades of pink, “I-I meant… I-I just… Uh…” Sam tried to
speak, but he was so flustered and Gabriel thought it was the cutest thing. He
didn’t interrupt Sam though, he would let him speak.
It took a few moments for Sam to think of a way to let Gabriel know what he
meant and finally he just came out and said it, “I-I’m a… Virgin.” He said and
looked down blushing, but Gabriel just smiled, “Oh Sammy.” He said with a
smile, “That’s nothing to be ashamed of either, just because you have no sexual
experience doesn’t mean that invalidates your other experience related to
relationships.” He said and Sam looked up at him, “B-But if we… Ya know, go
further with this… I don’t really know how to do any of that kind of stuff.” He
said his face all sorts of pink, but Gabriel just kept his smile plastered on
his face, “So?” He asked and leaned down close to Sam’s ear, “I’ll be your
teacher and you can be my obedient little student.” He whispered and Sam gasped
and felt his throat become dry and his heart rate pick up. Gabriel smiled and
nipped at Sam’s ear drawing a quiet moan from him before pulled away, “However,
we can’t just jump right into the middle.” He said and Sam was disoriented, “W-
What?” He asked confused, he was getting so lost in Gabriel, which was such a
good thing.
The doctor smiled, “Well I’m not that easy.” he said with a wink, “I expect
dates and flowers and lots of romantic gestures.” He said and Sam felt himself
smile again, those heavy feelings leaving him, “Well I have plenty of
experience in that.” He said smiling and Gabriel chuckled, “Well I expect you
to work for this ass.” He teased and Sam blushed again, “I’ll do my absolute
best.” He said and Gabriel nodded, “Good, now turn around, I wanna spoon you.”
He said and Sam chuckled, “You’re a strange one.” He said and Gabriel smiled
happily, “Well you’re one to talk.” He said with a wink as he gently nudged Sam
to turn over.
It was a nice feeling being cuddled, Sam didn’t know what it felt like, but he
knew now and he enjoyed it very much, “Will you stay with me tonight Gabriel?”
Sam asked after a moment and the doctor smiled and kissed the back of Sam’s
neck, “Of course I will.” He said softly, “Besides you still owe me a drink.”
He added and Sam laughed, an honest to god laugh, and it felt good, “Well we
have plenty of drinks in this house, when we’re done here we can get you one.”
He said and Gabriel smiled, “Good, cause I like to cuddle when I’m tipsy, I
might be a little handsy as well.” He said and Sam blushed, “Well, I’ll be sure
not to drink then.” He told him and Gabriel laughed, “Good idea.” He said and
then they both quieted down, Sam was just enjoying Gabriel’s warm, firm, body
pressed against his back and Gabriel was enjoying being able to hold Sam how
he’s always wanted.
The evening went pretty quiet, Sam and Gabriel cuddled for a while before they
went downstairs and ate some lunch. They both hung out in the living room
talking until dinner came and no one said anything about Gabriel staying over,
they all knew that Gabriel had been making a pass at Sam since the moment they
had met, they all just assumed that the relationship was finally starting.
At the end of the night Sam had take Gabriel’s drunk ass upstairs and into bed,
the doctor didn’t lie about him being handsy, but when he was drunk he was
wordy as well, Sam got hard listening to Gabriel talking, but he made sure the
drunk man was in bed, and asleep, before he went to the bathroom and jacked
off, he just imagined all the things that Gabriel said he would do, his voice
was slurred, but he was so hot and Sam was so turned on by how dominant he
sounded. After he finished he simply washed himself off and then slipped into
bed. Funny enough as soon as he did Gabriel rolled over and latched onto Sam,
unwilling to let him go.
It was easy falling asleep that night for Sam because he was with someone who
truly cared for him.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     Castiel has finally admitted he loves Dean, but now he has to admit
     it to Dean himself. Things, however don't go as planned when
     Castiel's past comes back to meet his present.
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up, not as long
     as other chapters, but I wanted this to be up weeks ago. I was about
     to start working on it when my aunt passed away on Father's Day, she
     was very near and dear to me, but I'm using this story to help cope
     with her death. I've grieved and now I'm trying to be happy again for
     her, I know she wanted me to be happy and I plan to be that for her
     <3
     On a lighter note, THE CHAPTER'S FINALLY OUT, you will all hate me, I
     know you will because I hate myself for this xD *cough* not really
     *cough*
     Enjoy, as much as you can ;)
It had been a few days since the cattle incident and Castiel was very happy to
hear that those who were injured would make full recoveries. He felt bad that
they had been injured, but he understood the dangers of working with animals.
Right now he was laying in bed with Dean like every morning since he was
purchased. It was a rare morning in that he woke up before Dean and was able to
gaze at him without worrying about upsetting him or being scolded for staring.
At this point he knew that Dean would never hurt him, neither would Sam or
anyone else here on the ranch, but he was still afraid to break the rules, even
by accident.
Dean was so kind to him and Castiel was so grateful, he had never been treated
so gently before, not even with the first couple the owned him, but… Back then
it was different. Dean always knew if Castiel needed him, it was a sixth sense
of his, when Castiel was on the verge of a break down Dean would swoop in and
take him away to his room and hold him through it.
From the moment Castiel was purchased by Dean to this exact moment, he had
never truly felt afraid of him except when Dean hurt the manager at that motel
all those months ago. Hearing the sickening crack of the man's wrist had
terrified Castiel and he was expect Dean to beat the shit out of him the moment
he looked at him, but when Dean’s expression changed on a dime from angry and
scary to so gentle and welcoming.
The angel’s feathers fluffed slightly as he thought about how gently Dean was
with him after that, he even praised him and rewarded him for being so
thoughtful and obedient, Castiel thought for sure he was going to be beaten and
shoved in the trunk for the remaining duration of the trip, but that never
happened.
The angel sighed softly and started to gently run his fingers through Dean’s
hair, he looked so calm and at peace right now, the sun was rising and Castiel
could see the room light up with the sun’s rays. He smiled at Dean, this was so
surreal to Castiel, he had been owned by some of the lowest men on the planet,
forced to do such degrading things, but Dean was so accepting of him and never
held it against him.
Castiel smiled at Dean, his whole world was saved because of this man and
Castiel felt so safe with him, trusted him so purely and never doubted Dean’s
word. He had feelings of regret and guilt that always tugged on him, always
dragged him down, but Dean’s presence kept those feelings from ever
overwhelming him and when they did Castiel knew Dean would help him through it.
His mind started to wander as he looked at Dean, a slight blush growing over
his cheeks as he felt a desire to kiss Dean. He swallowed thickly and tried to
move away from that thought, it wasn’t something he wanted to think of
actively, but sometimes he couldn’t help his mind. Dean was his master and
Castiel his slave, the poor angel had seen so many slaves confess their love to
their masters and the result was horrific and often cruel and unusual. He never
thought this would ever happen to him which is why he never took any of those
lessons, he saw taught to others, to heart.
So many of them were sold off, many masters didn’t want their slaves to be
interested in them, the masters he was slave to were cruel in they would allow
everyone to use them and abuse them before they let animals use them and abuse
them. Sometimes he could hear their screams in his small cell, he knew what was
happening, he had been there many times. His master's let dogs and small horses
use him, they would have all sorts of people bring their ‘studs’ to breed
Castiel and the poor angel was helpless to stop them. He could never say no,
that was certain death and back then he wasn’t quick to die.
The angel felt a shiver go through his body, ending on his wings, before he cut
those thoughts off harshly, he would never let that happen again, he would
never let himself be so abused anymore. Dean was helping Castiel build
confidence and independence, though the angel didn’t realize it. Castiel had
told Dean before things he wanted without being prompted, they’ve had
conversations before and Castiel dared to ask for things that Dean hadn’t
offered. Dean had only smiled and asked him some questions about it to get a
better idea of what he wanted, he never denied Castiel anything, but sometimes
he said it would have to be later because of timing.
The angel sighed softly, he knew his feelings were strong for Dean and he
couldn’t keep lying to himself. He was afraid to tell Dean though, after all
those years of seeing what happens to those who fall in love with their master,
he was afraid that Dean might send him away, or worse yet, sell him. Castiel
felt a cold feeling grip his heart, “Dean wouldn’t sell me?” He thought in a
slight panic, “He… He wouldn’t… He…” Castiel’s thoughts started to fracture and
go down paths that he wished never existed.
He imagined if he accidentally said something rude Dean would get rid of him,
sell him back to the people who sold him before. The angel could feel tears
welling up in his eyes as he thought that maybe Dean might sell him even if he
was the best slave he could be. Dean was the perfect master and Castiel was
anything but the perfect slave, he couldn’t make Dean happy.
As Castiel was overwhelmed with these thoughts Dean started to wake up to
Castiel’s quiet sniffles, he slowly opened his eyes looking at Castiel who was
wiping away his tears and keeping his sniffles. The man didn’t think at all,
the wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and moved towards Castiel wrapping his arms
around the angel, “Hey, Castiel, it’s okay.” He said softly and the angel
sniffled and moved towards Dean, he was indulging and letting himself get
closer to Dean, as close as he could, and wrap himself around the man.
Poor Dean was afraid that he had done something in his sleep, but he had no way
of knowing so he simply held the man close and shushed him softly. Castiel
pressed his face to Dean’s neck and whimpered, “P-Please don’t sell me.” He
eventually got out, his voice was so distressed and broken and Dean felt this
kneejerk reaction to be so fierce and tell him he would never, but he let
himself calm down before he said something a little too intimate.
He gently shushed Castiel, “I swear I will never sell you, you are apart of
this family now Castiel and the only one who can change it, is yourself.” He
said softly, “If you want to stay here forever with all of us you are more than
welcome to, we will never get rid of you and we will certainly never sell you,
I swear to you that will never happen.” He told Castiel, “Do you understand?”
He asked softly and the angel nodded, “Y-Yes sir.” He said weakly, he was so
afraid just a moment ago, but Dean made him feel like he was special, he would
never be sold and Castiel believed him.
The two stayed in bed for a while longer, Castiel was enjoying Dean’s gentle
touches on his wings, the man was so very gentle and Castiel felt so
appreciated when Dean was gentle with his wings, it was something he had never
felt before, no one was ever gentle with his wings and Castiel had always
expected everyone to be rough with him, but Dean was changing his view on this
for the better.
After their cuddle session Dean had to get up and get ready for the day's work.
Castiel was able to sleep in later if he chose since his work was around the
house, he always chose to stay in bed just a little bit longer and cuddle with
Dean’s pillow confessing things to it that he could never tell Dean. He had
admitted he loved him to Dean’s pillow, it had come out so honest and pure, it
made Castiel blush and look around thinking someone might have heard him.
The angel wanted to talk to someone about this, but he didn’t have anyone he
trusted enough, but… He remembered one person who he had confided in and knew
would never speak a word to anyone. Jo.
He had a grooming session today so he would be able to talk with her for a few
hours, his grooming sessions always took longer because he needed so much extra
work still, his wings were still not one hundred percent yet. He decided to get
through his housework as quickly, and efficiently, as he could so he would have
the rest of the day to do what he wanted. He was very good at what he did, even
Ellen was impressed with him and that was almost impossible to do, but she had
a soft spot for Castiel, partly because he was an angel like her adopted
daughter, but the other part was he was so innocent, even after all he had been
through and Ellen was trying her hardest to protect that. She knew it was
probably just the way he looked confused all the time, but the angel had broken
through her rough outer layer and no one could explain it, Castiel was
completely oblivious, but he loved when she praised him because her praises
were so genuine and rare and therefore more desired to be achieved.
Castiel smiled, he loved making her proud and surprising her with how detailed
his work was. He took so much pride in his work, he felt like he was pleasing
his masters, which is all he ever wanted to do. He made sure everything was
spic and span before he put away everything and walked over to the grooming
house. He liked it there, the atmosphere was very relaxing, it hadn’t been
touched by humans, at least the imprint they left was very miniscule.
He smiled when he entered, the aroma in the building was so relaxing, and
walked over to where he normally sat when he waited for Jo, sometimes she
wouldn't be there for a few hours, but Castiel enjoyed it. He relaxed by the
bath, sometimes Jo would have Castiel sit and bath for a while, just to help
him relax, and he never felt frightened of her, she was so kind to him and he
didn’t feel ashamed of being naked in front of her. He sat on one of the
couches near the tubs and laid down, he was expecting to wait for a while
because he didn’t tell Jo when he would be here, he didn’t mind though, a mid
afternoon nap was always a good thing and sometimes he would wake up to her
singing to him, it was so kind and he almost felt like he had a mother, but he
never met his mother. He knew he was birthed like normal people, but unlike
humans angels didn’t need to feed from the mother they only needed a simple
formula of water and powder to grow up mostly healthy.
Castiel let himself drift off to sleep thinking about the only parental figure
he had, for once he didn’t break at the mere thought of them, but he could feel
a few tears fall down his cheeks as he drifted off to sleep thinking of one
angel who he loved as much as a child could love their parent and sibling. His
dream wasn’t plagued by those eyes filled with pain, the blood soaked ground,
the screams that he could never forget, instead his dream was filled with him
and the other fledglings gathering around the older angels and learning what it
meant to be obedient and that obedience was good and they would be rewarded.
The dream however, fell to pieces after Castiel started running around. The
younger version of himself was lost in a forest and something was making all
sorts of noise and it was causing him to panic. He was panting, he had no idea
what to do, but then he heard a voice, the voice that came from only one person
he cared for all those years ago. It was so broken, so full of pain, and to
Castiel it sounded betrayed. The young angel fell to his knees and wept,
sobbed, he mourned so deeply that he couldn’t seem to drag a breath out of the
air to the point that he started to black out, but in a dream you never really
die.
Instead of waking up from his dream turned nightmare it simply got worse.
Castiel opened his eyes looking around taking in everything from his
surroundings. He was tied down to a table, his arms pinned above his head, and
he could see a crowd around him. He felt so exposed, even though he had clothes
on, and he started to recognize people from the crowd, they were all old
masters of his. He felt his stomach flip all around and he let out a whimper,
this nightmare was getting worse and worse every second he spent in it.
He looked around at all the men and they all had this hunger in their eyes and
he knew exactly what they wanted. He wasn’t fighting his bonds, he knew it was
pointless, Castiel was just going to give up like he always did because he was
afraid of death, but then he saw someone being dragged around and his mastered
started yelling and cheering, they were all getting excited, but he couldn’t
tell what exactly was happening. That was until the one who was being dragged
around was placed in front of him.
Castiel felt his heart pounding and his body shaking, “N-No, please.” He
whimpered desperately, those eyes were fixed on him and he couldn’t break the
contact. He was petrified and watched in abject horror as the one in front of
him picked up a knife and moved closer. Before any incision could be made
though Castiel was violently woken up from his dream.
He gasped as his eyes snapped open and he looked around seeing Jo above him
looking absolutely worried and Castiel’s bottom lip quivered for a moment
before he cleared his throat and wiped his face, “I-I’m sorry.” He said quickly
trying to forget about the nightmare he just had.
Jo shook her head and pulled Castiel up, “No, it’s okay Cas, it’s alright.” She
said as she walked him over to one of the tubs that she had filled with hot
water, “Come on sweetheart, you need to relax.” She said and nodded stripping
without protest. She smiled and helped him into the tub which brought out a
groan from Cas, he loved the hot water, but it was always a little bit too hot.
It was nothing he couldn’t handle, he enjoyed it, but it was still very warm
and caused the slightest discomfort at first.
He adjusted quickly and Jo went to work washing his entire body. Castiel let
the dream leave him, he was grateful that Jo didn’t ask what it was about, and
he began to slowly relax under her hands. They were so sure and firm, even if
they were small. Castiel could tell she had been doing this a long time because
she was so fluid in her movements, not just from the months she’s done this for
him, but the first time she had done this for him.
Jo hummed softly as she massaged Castiel’s body and slowly began to wash his
wings and massage them as well. Castiel was fading into a near sleep state, but
he was fully aware of what Jo was doing, he knew she was safe. He smiled as she
hummed and after a while he came out of his trance to chat with her, “Uh… Jo,
could I talk to you?” He asked nervously as he twiddled his thumbs.
The girl smiled and nodded, “Of course Cas, I’m always here to talk.” She said
as she massaged out a particularly big knot in his wing. Castiel winced, but
continued, “S-So, u-uh, l-let’s say that, uh, I like someone, u-uh, more than…”
He trailed off trying to find the words, but Jo could see this coming a mile
away, “You like someone romantically?” She asked softly and Castiel blushed
deeply, “Y-Yes ma’am.” He said, when he got nervous or flustered he became
very, very, polite, which wasn’t a problem, Jo thought it was adorable.
She smiled and chuckled, “Well if you like someone in a romantic way you need
to tell them or they will never know, sometimes people don’t notice that
someone likes them, even if it’s obvious to the people around them.” She said
smiling and Castiel nodded, “R-Right, b-but... “ He trailed off and bit his
lip, he was worried about who he actually liked.
Jo smiled and waited patiently, she knew that Castiel would open up, he just
needed time to think about what he wanted to say, “I-I like someone, but… I-I’m
not supposed to like them.” He said and his voice took a sad tone which made Jo
frown, “Castiel, if you think being gay is wrong you’ve got another thing
coming, if you like a man it doesn’t mean anything different than if you liked
a woman.” She said and Castiel blushed, “N-No, that’s not what I meant.” He
said even more flustered, “I-I just, I-I... “ He couldn’t seem to put it into
words and he wished so deeply that she could just understand without him having
to say it, like speaking it out loud would break some kind of promise he had
with himself.
Jo didn’t understand what Castiel was getting at, if he didn’t think being gay
was wrong then clearly he wasn’t hung up on the fact that he liked a man, but
what was the problem? Castiel sat there trying to think of a way to tell her
without having to actually say something, but he couldn’t think of anything. He
frowned and looked down, “I wk dn.” He said, but it was mumbled and Jo couldn’t
make it out. She smiled, “Cas, sweetie, I can’t understand you.” She said and
Castiel sighed, “I like Dean.” He said his voice louder and clearer, she heard
him much better this time and smiled.
Castiel felt his heart racing as he said who he liked, he felt like Dean would
appear out of nowhere and drag him away despite never harming him the entire
time he was here, even after Castiel hurt him, “What do you mean you’re not
supposed to like Dean?” She asked after she pieced some of it together, “He’s
not a bad person, he’s very kind and polite, honestly I think you and him would
make a great couple, but he’s as dense as a brick sometimes.” She said with a
light hearted sigh.
Castiel frowned and bit his lip again, “W-Well, he’s my master.” He said
timidly, “I-It’s just… Normally when a slave loves their master that way it
turns out very poorly for the slave.” He said as his frown deepened, if that
were possible. Jo just sighed softly, “Castiel, Dean isn’t your master.” She
said softly, “I know, I know, he purchased you and holds your papers.” She said
cutting him off before he could protest, “But I swear on my life that Dean does
not, and has never, thought of you as his slave, just as someone who needed
help and now that you are doing better I bet he sees you as an equal.” She
said, but Castiel felt his heart jump to his throat, “E-Equal?” He asked like
that word didn’t make sense to him, he was never anyone's equal, he was always
below everyone.
Castiel leaned back for a moment as Jo continued to work her magic on his
wings, she was almost done, “Yes Castiel.” She said softly, “Dean sees you just
as he sees everyone else, his equal, someone who he can talk with and hang out
with, a friend.” She told him and Castiel felt almost light headed, “Fr-
Friend?” He asked and Jo smiled, “Listen Castiel.” She said as she helped him
and dried him off.
She gave him clean clothes and he changed while he listened to her, “Dean isn’t
going to hurt you, he isn’t going to make you feel stupid either.” She said as
he finished changing and sat down, “Now, he might not return the feelings, he
might not see you as anything more than a friend, but you will regret it if you
don’t tell him now.” She said softly, “You need to go to him and tell him how
you feel, you can’t expect him to know because, like I said, he’s a dense
person sometimes.” She said smiling and Castiel offered a small smile in
return, he didn’t feel as scared knowing that Jo was backing Dean up, if she
said he wasn’t going to hurt him then he trusted he wouldn’t though he was
still nervous.
Castiel nodded and swallowed thickly, “O-Okay, so I should talk to him?” He
asked as he looked at her while she applied oils to his wings to help keep them
protected from the elements. She smiled and nodded, “Of course I do.” She said
happily, “And I want you to tell me as soon as you finish because I want all
the details.” She said and Castiel chuckled, he felt better about all of this
now that Jo was helping him smile again, “Okay.” He said and she nodded, “Now,
go out there and find your lover boy.” She said and he nodded, “Yes ma’am.” He
said and gave her a mock salute.
Jo smiled and waved Castiel goodbye. He left feeling like a new angel, his
wings looked absolutely fantastic and he was very happy. The feeling of the
strong wind in his feathers was something he had missed though his wings
weren’t fully healed. He wondered absently if his wings would ever heal
completely.
With a sigh he walked into the house only to see Dean sprinting out and calling
for Castiel. The angel was quick to run with Dean, whatever he needed Castiel
would be there, “Yes sir?” He called as they ran to the horses, “Listen, we
have horses loose from their pasture and the cattle got out, I need you to go
work your magic and get the horses back while I go roundup the cattle.” He said
as he saddled up a horse that was still in the barn. Castiel felt overwhelmed
by all of this and Dean could tell, “Listen Cas, I know this isn’t what you’re
normally asked to do, but I need you since Sam isn’t around right now.” He said
and Castiel felt his chest swell with pride, he was being called on in Sam’s
absence, he would make Dean, and Sam, proud.
Castiel nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll go do what I can.” He said and then ran off, he
saddled up Bolt and the two of them rode off to the horses while Dean rode off
to the cattle.
The angel arrived and saw the horses were running around, they weren’t
panicked, just playing around and he smiled at them, they were very gentle
creatures. He set Bolt to a jog and the two of them rounded up the horses, they
were all happy to follow Castiel. He smiled at them and lead them back to the
pasture, he also made sure he had taken all the bridles from the barn. He went
to each horse and put a bridle on them then a lead and tied them to a part of
the fence that was very sturdy, “Now you all stay there while I go repair the
fence.” He said and they all whinnied, they wanted to be around Castiel, but
the angel had to go find where the fence was broken and repair it before he set
them to roam the pasture again.
He found the hole and it looked like the wood was completely rotten, “Well,
that’s probably why they got out.” He said as he looked nearby and saw there
was equipment and materials to repair the fence. Dean had shown him some basic
repair skills so he knew he could easily fix the fence, he still felt
inadequate though.
He swallowed his uncertainty and went about dealing with the fence. The job was
quick and thankfully easy, nothing too complicated at all. When he was finished
about an hour later he went back to the horses and grabbed their leads, “Come
on, you guys can go back to the pasture.” He said and took them all to the
pasture letting them roam around again. He smiled as the horses went about
playing and he even took the saddle off bolt and let him go run around there.
He left the saddle for him there, he knew the ranch hands would be able to pick
it up when they saw it, and he knew where it was in case no one saw it. After
all that he walked back to the house and saw that Dean was outside calling
people and several people were running inside with buckets, Castiel was
confused. He walked up to Dean after he got off the phone, “What’s going on?”
Castiel asked Dean worried, but Dean just sighed heavily, “A pipe burst, the
plumber is on his way, but in the meantime I’ve got people bucketing the water
out, I’ve already cut the water to the house so it won’t leak into the house
anymore.” He said and then rubbed his face frustratedly, “Today has been such a
crazy day.” He said and then went inside to just sit down, Dean was exhausted
and Castiel could tell.
The angel looked at the man as he walked into the house, he looked so tired and
Castiel felt bad for him. With Sam gone it was hard for Dean to run everything,
Sam did so much here. Castiel wondered when Sam would return, he had been gone
for a few days, but Sam wasn’t sure when he would return. He had called Dean
the day before saying his business was taking longer than expected and that he
would contact him at least every other day to keep in touch. Castiel wondered
what kind of business would take him away from the ranch for so long, it must
be important.
Castiel sighed softly, at least everything was settling down now. He walked
into the house and looked for Dean who was sitting in the living room just
relaxing, he looked like he was about to sleep, but Castiel knew he hadn’t
eaten and suddenly Castiel wanted to make him food, he wanted Dean to have
something to eat and take a break.
The angel thought about what the man usually ate for lunch and smiled, he could
easily make him the kind of sandwich Dean always made for lunch. So Castiel
went to the kitchen and began making him a sandwich. He wasn’t as good at
cutting the cheese and he chose to add spinach instead of lettuce, he knew Dean
wasn’t super into health food, but he knew the man needed some greens in his
diet.
In the end Castiel was quite proud of himself, he toasted the bread, added
mayo, cheese, pickles, spinach, ham, even a little bit of salt and pepper like
he saw Dean do. He looked around and found a cold bottle of water and grabbed
that along with some carrots, an orange he peeled, and a little bit of chips.
He made sure everything was perfect before he grabbed the plate with the food,
the bottle of water, and made his way to the living room where Dean was
sitting.
The angel put the food on the table and then looked over at Dean, he looked so
peaceful, he hated the thought of disturbing that when today has been so
stressful for him. He debated interrupting his rest when there was a knock on
the door and Dean was up in an instant to answer it. It was startling how
quickly Dean stood up and walked to the door talking with the plumber and
telling him everything.
He stood there alone while the food he made sat untouched, he wouldn’t touch
it, he had made it for his master and he knew better than to eat his food.
Castiel also knew, in the back of his mind, that he wanted to present it to
Dean in it’s perfect state, he wanted Dean to be proud of him for making him a
sandwich, he wanted to be called a good boy, be praised like Dean always
praises him, Castiel’s come to love it, he almost craves it like a drug and
he’s afraid that one day it will stop.
He swallowed the lump in his throat, it wasn’t about him, he was here to help
Dean and he would wait for him like a good slave should. So he sat and waited.
Twenty minutes later and Dean was coming down the stairs while Castiel sat with
anticipation bubbling inside of his chest, he loved being around Dean and he
was slowly letting those feelings of affection and romance wash away the
feelings of regret and guilt. Castiel was letting his feelings for Dean drown
out the shame he felt for years, he was slowly letting go, maybe he had finally
atoned for his wrongs all those years ago. Maybe… Just maybe, Castiel was being
given a second chance to live his life the way it should have been.
He smiled as Dean made his way to the couch and sat down once again, he looked
to Castiel and give him a small smile, “Why are you so happy?” He asked
curiously and Castiel blushed slightly and looked down, “I-I made you a
sandwich.” He said and rubbed the back of his neck, “I-I know you haven’t eaten
since everything started going downhill so I thought you would like something
to eat.” He said and looked at Dean with a hopeful smile, his body threatened
to betray him as he fought off a huge grin and the pride he felt, he didn’t
want to look desperate for praise, he wanted to earn it.
Dean looked at the sandwich and felt his stomach growl which caused him to
blush a little bit, but he smiled, “Really? Thank Cas.” He said and grabbed the
sandwich. He was about to start eating, but he stopped before he picked up the
sandwich, “You are a really good guy Cas, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
He said genuinely with a kind smile. Castiel blushed deeply this time at the
compliment and couldn’t maintain eye contact. He looked down his own smile
threatening to break his face, “Thank you sir.” He said timidly, he had never
expected Dean to look so beautiful with such a smile, but he would commit it to
memory and possibly draw it later so he would never forget it.
Dean smiled, he thought it was kind of cute that the smallest compliment made
Castiel blush and get a little flustered, the angel needed more praise in his
life, he was beaten down for too long and Dean was so proud of him for making
an incredible come back. He still didn’t understand why Castiel still called
him ‘sir’. He took a bite of his sandwich, causing him to moan without meaning
to, “Damn, Cas, you should be making our sandwiches, what did you even put in
this?” He asked as he started eating more of the food.
Castiel felt his face flush beet red when Dean moaned, he hadn’t expected that
much of a response, “I-I can if you want, a-and I just put the normal stuff.”
He said wondering if there was something he put that Dean hadn’t, he thought he
had made it from memory. As Castiel thought Dean just continued to eat and
finished the sandwich and the sides quickly. Eventually he was left with an
empty plate and his bottle of water.
Castiel smiled, he was happy he was able to help his master. After Dean ate his
food he leaned back and drank his water, he was really thankful for Castiel,
but something that he said bothered him. He looked over at him, “Why do you
still call me ‘sir’?” He asked and Castiel felt his heart skip a beat, he tried
to keep his mind calm, he wasn’t going to freak out, not until Dean said he had
done something wrong, “I mean, you call Sam by his name and even Ellen by hers,
but I’m still ‘sir’.” He said and looked over at him, “I was just wondering
why.” He said and Castiel felt himself relax a little bit, but he didn’t know
how exactly to explain why he still called Dean ‘sir’.
He bit his lip and his wings moved a little closer to himself, “U-Uh, well…” He
said and trailed off, he thought about why he was so formal with his address to
Dean. He swallowed thickly and rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-You’re my
master.” He said and looked at Dean hoping he would understand, “I-I respect
you and it’s disrespectful to call you by anything other than ‘sir’ or
‘master’.” He said and he started to draw his wings even closer to himself and
he looked at his hands, “I-I only want to be good.” He said quietly, he wasn’t
sad or scared, but he was unsure of what Dean would say to him. Castiel loved
him and he wanted to tell him that, but… He was afraid to say something at the
moment even though his heart was screaming it.
Dean looked at him so gently, though Castiel couldn’t see him, and he moved him
closer to him, “Cas… Castiel.” He said softly, he used his full name to get his
point across, “You are the best slave anyone could ask for.” He said softly and
the angel felt his heart soar hearing that, “But, I don’t want you to be a
slave anymore.” He said and Castiel looked at Dean shocked, “W-What?” He asked
and Dean just looked at him gently which helped calm the suddenly frightened
angel, “Listen, I don’t want to scare you, and don’t think you’re being kicked
out or sold or anything of the sort.” He said softly, “You are always welcome
here, you are a perfect fit in this household and if you want to stay here for
the rest of your life, then you are more than welcome to stay.” He said and
Castiel nodded, he understood Dean, but he never thought he would ever be
hearing these words.
Dean smiled at the angel, “I want you to stay here, be apart of this strange
family we have.” He said and chuckled, “I mean, Bobby touch Sam and I both that
family don’t end in blood.” He said and Castiel felt so touched by that, he
really cared for Bobby even if he hadn’t spent as much time with him as Dean
and Sam had, “I know for sure that Ellen and Jo love you, they would never want
you to leave, Jo sometimes can’t shut up about how nice it is to have someone
she can really connect with because you’re an angel and she is too.” He said
and Castiel smiled, he did love Jo, and Ellen was such a sweet lady, she had
helped him learn how to patch fences, clothes, even work with the horses more,
but she still wanted him to do the housework and he couldn’t imagine leaving
all this work to her ever.
Castiel suddenly felt like he was going to have to make a choice and he already
knew what it was, “I-I don’t want to leave.” He said quickly and with more
conviction than he really had, but he meant it, “I want to stay here, with
everyone.” He said, “I wanna stay with y-” He started, but then someone walked
into the living room, “Dean.” Sam called and Castiel was dismayed by his abrupt
appearance.
The man smiled hearing Sam and suddenly stood up walking out of Castiel’s line
of sight, he heard them hugging and talking, but Castiel wasn’t listening. He
sighed heavily and stood walking away, but as he walked he heard someone call
his name.
“Castiel.” The voice said and the angel stopped dead in his tracks. His wings
trembled and he felt weak suddenly. He could feel tears spring to his eyes,
just the sound of that voice brought back so many emotions, but he felt fear on
top of it all rivaled only by guilt. Castiel could feel the eyes of all three
people boring holes in his back, he couldn’t run away now, he had to face them.
The angel tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it wouldn’t go down, he
tried to blink away the tears, but they merely fell down his face faster than
before. Castiel’s whole chest wanted to cave in, he wished God would smite him
where he stood, spare him this meeting. He could hear Dean say something, maybe
even have directed it at him, but Castiel was unable to make it out, he was
trying to gain the courage to turn and face them.
“Castiel.” The voice said again, it was so strange hearing it now, after all
these years. Castiel wanted nothing more than to turn and run to it, but he
knew that could never be.
Finally, after a full minute of standing there trembling, the angel turned
slowly. He wasn’t ready, he would never be ready, but he wasn’t given a choice
and he knew it. He kept his eyes closed, afraid to even look upon them, until
after he was fully turned he slowly let his eyes open. He gazed at the people
standing there, Sam and Dean slightly behind the third one.
Castiel felt his tears quicken as he choked down a sob, the memories flooded
back at the sight of the one who raised him, the one who taught him what it
meant to be an angel. He felt sick as he looked at them, like he was going to
vomit all over the floor, but as he locked eyes with them… Castiel was
petrified where he stood.
Lucifer.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Summary
     When Castiel was just a fledgling he met Lucifer, he grew up only a
     short while before he was ripped from him. Now they are reunited, but
     Castiel fears the past will dictate his future.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
August 20th, 1979
Lucifer whimpered as his master whipped him again and again, he hadn’t meant to
speak out of turn, it was an accident. His tears streamed down his face as he
was punished relentlessly, his master’s whip stung against his back, but he was
very thankful that they didn’t harm his wings. They were sensitive, all six of
them, and his masters seemed to be very interested in keeping them in very good
condition which gave the small angel a little bit of breathing room. After a
good ten minutes Lucifer was openly sobbing as his master whipped him, but he
knew they didn’t care. After they were finished they untied him and carried him
to a cell. His trainer would come soon enough and deal with his wounds, his
masters weren’t there to nurse him back, just to discipline him.
Lucifer learned when he was younger, when he was a year old, he could walk and
talk and learn. He was given to a trainer, someone who would teach him what it
meant to be an angel and to be obedient, but they weren’t very good and poor
Lucifer suffered greatly for it. He was too outspoken for his own good, but he
had learned over the years when he really needed to zip his lip. His back was
riddled with scars, but his wings were always protected, the poor angel didn’t
know what would happen if they started hurting his wings.
In the next couple days though his whole world would change. His trainer came
to him and scolded him for getting in trouble, but Lucifer didn’t care, his
trainer wasn’t nice nor did he help explain the rules very clearly. He knew if
he were given a small group of fledglings he would do better than this stupid
angel. He had learned over the past ten years much that not many others had.
During his sessions of punishment his masters would tell him things, things
they probably shouldn’t have, but they did anyway to torture his poor young
mind.
They would tell him things of the outside, how the real world was and what they
were bred for. The angel was told so many things that changed his entire
outlook on life and reality, those were things never meant for someone like
him, he was too young to know the truth. They told him he was one of the most
expensive types of angels, they breed them to sell for millions of dollars, but
he was worth so much more because he had six wings total, something that was
almost impossible. He was told that when they are sold their master can do
whatever they want to them, but most of the time rich people will buy them just
to say they have them.
Lucifer was so afraid after his masters told him these things, he learned that
it wasn’t just angels who were slaves, even humans were slaves in this day and
age. The fledgeling was so scared as he listened to his masters speak, they
scared him so much. Apparently angels weren’t always slaves, they were once the
original inhabitants of America, they co-existed with the indians and lived in
peace, but just like the indians they were driven from their land. The angles
were forced into slavery and ever since then they have been slaves to those of
elite status and money.
Lucifer took all of this information to heart, he knew his master's never lied,
even if they were cruel, they never lied to him. He spent the day resting, they
gave him a few days to recuperate from the punishments and then they called him
in, something was changing and it was something big.
His master sat him down and spoke with him, “Lucifer, today is a big day.” He
said and looked at him, the angel nodded and listened to him hesitantly, he
didn’t know what was going on and it put him on edge, “You’re trainer, the one
who has been teaching you over the past ten years is taking on a new group of
fledglings. The other angels you grew up with have been sold off and today we
have chosen you to be the next trainer.” He said and Lucifer tilted his head
and bit his lip, “You may ask questions.” He master said and Lucifer nodded,
“I-I don’t understand, I’m going to be a trainer?” He asked, “B-But I don’t
know how to train someone.” He said confused as he started thinking about what
it would be like. His master nodded, “We understand that, but because of your
multiple wings, it’s not easy to find a buyer so in the meantime we want you to
train a small group of fledglings.” He said and Lucifer nodded, he knew he
didn’t have a choice in the matter.
His master smiled at him and that sent chills down his spine, “What you will
need to teach your fledglings will be up to you, however there is one matter
you must make a decision on now.” He said and the angel nodded slowly, “Every
trainer gets asked this question, this is up to you, but every chooses the same
thing every time.” He said, “It’s more of a courtesy at this point, but.” He
said and took a breath, “You have the option, as you train your fledglings, to
let them receive their punishments when they step out of line, or on the other
hand, you may receive them and they will be spared.” He said and Lucifer looked
at him feeling horror spread throughout his entire body, they give them the
choice?
The angel sat there for a moment as he recalled all the punishments he received
and how cruel his masters were to him, how his trainer never stuck his neck out
of him, it was awful. The angel looked at his master after a moment and nodded,
“I will take their punishments, please don’t hurt them.” He said his master was
surprised, “Are you sure you want this?” He asked and Lucifer nodded, “Yes sir,
please let me take their punishments, no matter what.” He said and his master
nodded, “Very well, tomorrow you will meet your fledglings, unlike most you
will be given only five, four of which have two sets of wings, but one of them,
little Castiel, has three sets like yourself.” He said and Lucifer was shocked.
His master nodded, “Train them well, if you fail in this task it will be the
last thing you ever do.” He said and Lucifer knew exactly what he meant, if he
trained them wrong he would be killed for his poor results. The angel nodded,
“Yes sir, I will do my best.” He said and then bowed before he left after his
master dismissed him. It was going to be a long road, but Lucifer vowed to do
the absolute best for these fledglings he could.
The next day and the small fledglings were given to him and he smiled, they all
looked so sweet and innocent, he would protect them as long as he could, his
instincts took over and he engulfed them in his wings, “Good morning little
ones.” He said smiling and they all hugged him back, all except Castiel, he
looked confused by all of this and Lucifer smiled, “Why don’t we all go and
color for now, today we start learning.” He told them and they all nodded and
ran around Lucifer, following him, as they made their way to a room designated
as his groups teaching room. He set them up and they started, but Castiel
stayed close to Lucifer who looked down at him and knelt beside him, “What’s
the matter little one?” He asked and Castiel looked up at him and frowned, the
poor angel was nervous and looked so lost, Lucifer realized that the other
angels had shunned him out of their group, it wasn’t hard to figure that out
and the angel nodded, “Ah, I understand.” He said and then picked up Castiel,
“Well, you can stay with me okay?” He asked and Castiel nodded and wrapped his
arms around Lucifer’s neck, he had a connection with his fledglings almost an
empathic link, he could tell what they needed without them needing to speak,
though they could, quite efficiently.
Over the years it was like that, the four fledglings didn’t include Castiel
because he was different, but they never once messed with him, they simply were
content with themselves while Castiel clung to Lucifer more so than the others.
They all grew independently, Lucifer merely needed to guide their learning, it
was very easy once he learned them and developed relationships with them. The
other trainers were bitter that his fledglings were doing so much better than
their own and he knew the reason, it was a painful one, but he knew. His
fledglings, his children he liked to think, didn’t know the touch of their
master’s whip, Lucifer always took the punishment no matter what.
Castiel was very observant and noticed what happened to Lucifer, he asked him
about it one day and the angel felt ashamed that his young fledgling knew of
his hardships, “Please don’t let anyone know.” Lucifer asked Castiel, “It must
be a secret or the other trainers will try and get our family in trouble.” He
said and Castiel nodded, he understand the gravity of the situation, “I promise
you I will never say a word.” He said and Lucifer smiled, “There’s a good lad.”
He said and then let the small angel groom his wings.
Of all the angels he took charge of Castiel was the one he felt most attached
to simply because he took him under his wing and trained him more closely than
the others. He was very proud to say his group was doing much better than
anyone else’s, but all he cared about was that they were learning enough to
keep their minds engaged and stayed obedient for when they would eventually get
new masters.
Lucifer always made a point to tell his group they were very good and he was
proud of them at any opportunity he got. He was giving them everything he never
got when he was being trained and he wanted them to know that they were going
to be good angels for whoever bought them.
It was years later, 8 years after the group was put in his care, when something
horrible happened. Up until this point Lucifer had trained his group well, they
got into minimal trouble, all knew to respect everyone, regardless of their
authority, and even were starting to accept Castiel into their group because of
his encouragement. Castiel was socially awkward and they understood why he
stuck so close to Lucifer, they also knew why he was so rigid in conversation,
but they were starting to accept that as just part of his quirky personality.
However, one day, when Lucifer was outside with Castiel, the poor angel was
running around following bees, he loved them so much, it was very interesting
to watch him wander with the bees. Lucifer had explained to all his angels that
there was a border and they were never to go outside the border because their
master would find them and punish them.
Their master was very generous and let them roam around outside with only a
collar, but it was a special one and Lucifer knew what it did. He had stressed
it as many times as he could to always stay within the border and all of them
had stayed until this fateful day.
Lucifer was taking a stroll outside when he saw Castiel running after bees his
wings fluttering in the wind. He smiled at him and made sure to keep him in
sight, but sadly the angel wasn’t as good at keeping an eye outside as he was
inside. The angel wandered off and Lucifer soon heard loud noises and a very
distressed angel. He recognized Castiel and instantly took flight, he got up a
little higher and saw Castiel panicking just outside the border, Lucifer knew
what was going to happen and immediately swooped down to the scared angel.
His own collar started going off as well and he knew they were both in big
trouble, his gut was full of worry and he was freaking out on the inside, but
he needed to care for this child right now, “Castiel!” He called as he landed
and then angel was scared, but he ran to Lucifer crying, “It’s okay, it’s
okay.” He said and then he heard the horses and knew he didn’t have time to
explain, “Do not speak at all, do you understand me?” He asked and the angel
nodded as he cried silently and then Lucifer steeled himself and as soon as he
saw his master's horses, and they saw him he reeled back his arm and punched
Castiel square in the face causing the small angel to fall and cry out. He
walked towards him his wings in an aggressive stance and Castiel was afraid and
cried to crawl away.
The masters quickly dismounted and restrained Lucifer while they grabbed
Castiel and pulled him up checking to see if he was harmed. They turned off
their collars and looked at Lucifer, “What is going on here?!” He asked his
voice stern and Lucifer looked him square in the eyes, he was expecting this to
be the end, he knew the punishment for trying to run away, even if they weren’t
really, he knew what would happen if they thought Castiel was trying to escape
so he told them what was happening.
The angel stood tall, “I was trying to run away, I hate this fuckin’ place, but
that bastard over there stopped me before I could get away.” He said his voice
angry and the angel looked heartbroken, but he didn’t speak a word, Lucifer
told him to stay quiet and he would. The master looked at Castiel who had a
black eye, then looked back at Lucifer. The angel looked him in the eyes,
obviously defiant, and the master shook his head, “Hold him down.” He said and
Lucifer fought them, he yelled and screamed at them, he knew what was coming,
knew he would die from this, if he didn’t he would wish he had.
Castiel stood there and watched in horror as they held down Lucifer and pulled
his wings taught. The angel was crying silently while his wings were pulled so
close to his back it looked like he didn’t have any if you saw him from the
front. He was trying to look away from what was happening, but his masters
forced him to watch it all. He watched as they held Lucifer down and gagged
him. He was fighting so hard and they were pulling feathers out, he knew that
hurt and these men scared him, “You were showing such promise.” The man said,
he was the leader of the masters, “You were teaching the slaves obedience, a
good worth ethic, holding their tongues, but it seems you weren’t taught
something very important.” He said and then the man pulled a giant blade from a
bag on the side of the horse, “For that you will pay dearly.” He said and
walked over to Lucifer.
Castiel gasped and felt his small body start to shake, the angel was watching
them as the man walked over to him and slowly, very slowly, pressed the blade
to Lucifer’s back, the base of his wings. The small angel watched in horror as
the man sawed off Lucifer’s wings. Blood was everywhere, the angel was
screaming in so much pain, despite the gag, and poor Castiel watched, forced by
his masters.
He didn’t speak a word, he felt sick, even puked, but they forced him to watch
still. He saw the wings fall away from Lucifer’s back and the angel looked
dead. To everyone’s surprise though he was still breathing and Castiel caught
his gaze, the look of utter pain and something else that Castiel couldn’t tell.
He felt sick to his stomach and the poor angel stood there, blood had splashed
on his cheek and clothes, he was almost catatonic as they took him away. The
angel wasn’t sure how to walk and he most certainly wasn’t going to talk with
anyone after this.
Castiel never spoke to anyone again at the breeding facility. The other angels
he was raised with never spoke to him again, they hated him for stopping their
teacher from doing something he clearly wanted to do, from running away, and
everyone said Lucifer was dead, but Castiel knew better, he knew he was still
alive. He was an outcast from then on. The other angels never spoke to him
other than what was necessary and he never learned how to socialize with other
angels. After that traumatizing experience he found in his bed Lucifer’s
trenchcoat, the angle had apparently written a small note to Lucifer saying to
keep it safe and that he loved him, but Castiel felt so cold and hollow, he
betrayed Lucifer, it was his fault, everyone said it was his fault, how could
it not be?
Present Day
Lucifer stood there and looked at Castiel, he felt tears spring to his eyes as
he saw the fear in the angels eyes. He had called his name twice and he saw
what his voice did to Castiel, the fear was present in the way his wings
trembled, his body shook and his tears fell. The poor angel still believed,
after all these years, that it was his fault, but… He still wore the coat he
left him. It warmed Lucifer’s heart knowing he still kept it, he knew it
couldn’t have been easy. Lucifer stood and gazed at the angel, he was so
handsome now, so strong, his wings looked magnificent, he looked so healthy, he
smiled knowing that he was being taken care of by these people, but it faded as
he watched the angel’s fear and knew it was because of him. He took a breath,
“Castiel.” He said, his voice was soft, quiet, but it was still too loud in the
silence of this room. He saw Castiel flinch at the name, “Sir.” He heard a
broken voice say and that crushed his soul, he felt cold, almost hollow,
hearing this angel call him that. He knew that he had hurt Castiel, physically
only a small amount, but… Nothing would take away the scar of being forced to
watch the removal of his wings. Castiel was no lumping him into the same
category of master, tyrant, oppressor, torturer.
The angel looked down for a moment, he never knew what happened to Castiel
after he was thrown out, that was up until a few months ago. Now he realized
Castiel must have been shunned by the other fledglings like before, but… It had
to have been more severe for this to happen. He looked to Castiel again and
called his name, but this time it wasn’t in a language most could understand,
“Castiel, my child.” Lucifer spoke softly, this time in Enochian.
Castiel looked up at him surprised, that wasn’t a greeting he heard in almost
three decades. His tears fell at a faster rate and he looked so lost, just like
before, just like when his collar was ringing and screaming at him, he was so
lost then and now wasn’t that much different. He swallowed thickly, “L-
Lucifer…” He said, his voice shaking and he was unable to complete the greeting
which caused him distress, but Lucifer just smiled at him and took a chance.
The wingless angel opened his arms, “Come to me little one.” He said to him in
Enochian and Castiel looked at him. He knew if Lucifer had them his wings would
be open just like they always were when he was a child, he had missed him so
much. The angel kept as quiet as he could and walked over to Lucifer, he
entered his embrace and wrapped his wings around him. The angel was trembling
as he kept his sobs silent, he was almost holding his breath waiting for
Lucifer to blame him like everyone else did.
The poor angel had been told a lie for so long. He believed Lucifer actually
tried to run away and he had stopped him, he thought that it was his fault that
Lucifer had his wings cut off, his own wings trembled as he held Lucifer. He
wanted to beg his forgiveness, but he wasn’t able to speak, the words were
stuck in his throat.
Lucifer wrapped his arms around Castiel, he knew the angel was afraid, but he
wasn’t lost to him, he had responded, he was in his arms now, which was more
than he had ever hoped for in his wildest dreams. He simply held Castiel close
as the angel wrapped his wings tightly around him, “Castiel.” He said softly,
and the angel sniffled, “It’s not your fault.” He said, and Castiel felt a dam
break inside of him. His tears fell more rapidly than before, his whole body
shook and he clung to Lucifer as quiet sobs escaped him.
Castiel longed to hear those words for nearly thirty years, he longed to see
Lucifer, his brother, his father, his whole world, but… He never dreamed that
this day would come. Lucifer held him, “It’s okay child.” He said to him in
Enochian, “You’re safe with me.” He said softly and that broke Castiel to let
out his sobs, he couldn’t stop them once he started, but he needed to let them
out. Lucifer simply held him and gently ran his fingers through his hair.
Both Sam and Dean looked at the sight in front of them, it was beautiful to the
both of them, reuniting the two, they didn’t know the history though, they had
no idea these two knew each other, well Dean didn’t, Sam knew more than he let
on, but he had promised his silence. Dean looked to Sam with a questioning look
and the taller man shrugged, “I can’t say too much right now, but I’ll explain
later.” He said quietly and Dean nodded, he trusted his brother to know what
was best so he didn’t worry. As for now they both stood and watched the
encounter in front of them, Castiel was clinging to this man, but Dean knew he
wasn’t a man at all. He heard the language and knew he was an angel, it wasn’t
hard to piece that together at least, maybe Castiel and this other angel grew
up together.
Lucifer held Castiel and let him cry, he knew it would be awhile before they
could talk, but all that mattered was they were both safe now, they were safe
and together. It brought some tears to his eyes as he thought that after all
these years they were both safe and he had one of the five fledglings he raised
all those years ago. He hoped the other four were okay, he missed them dearly,
but not as much as Castiel he was slightly ashamed to admit. Castiel was always
so much closer to him than the other four and while he loved them all equally,
he always worried for Castiel the most.
Lucifer wasn’t going to let Castiel be taken away from him ever again, he would
die before he let that happen again.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm so sorry this took so long, I kept writing and re-writing this
     chapter, it never felt right, it still feels kind of off, but I don't
     want to wait any longer, or really make y'all wait any longer, and I
     think it's an okay chapter, not my best I don't think, but it's
     decent, hopefully it explains the world they live in, not sure how
     well I did with the world building so let me know what y'all think :)
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter by IAmProudOfUs
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry I haven't posted in forever, the holidays hit and I had
     no time, but I'm back and working on the next chapter after this one
     right now. I'm still working on this story and I'm not gonna give up
     on it, I'm gonna finish it no matter how long it takes me, I'll keep
     that promise :)
     Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think
Castiel clung to Lucifer, his wings were wrapped around him in a desperate
attempt to keep him from going anywhere, the poor angel had missed his brother
something fierce. Lucifer smiled and held Castiel gently just humming softly,
he had hoped the meeting would go this way, he was afraid that Castiel would
still be angry with him, or resent him, but it seemed quite the opposite, he
missed his brother so much. Lucifer knew that if it weren’t for Castiel he
wouldn’t have survived, but he always kept the hope that one day, one day he
would see him again. He blinked away the tears that threatened to fall and
cleared his throat, “I’ve missed you so much little one.” He said softly as he
held him, Castiel had pressed his face to his neck and wasn’t pulling away
anytime soon, but that was okay with him.
However, when he listened to Castiel speak it broke his heart, “I-I’m so
sorry.” The angel whimpered out causing Lucifer to frown, he had nothing to be
sorry for, “Castiel, no, it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault, none of what happened
that day was any of your fault.” He said and Castiel let out a sob, “I-
I betrayed you. They, they told everyone you were dead and everyone said it was
all my fault.” He said as he let out another sob and Lucifer felt his own tears
fall, he felt his heart shattering as it fell into his stomach, “No, no they
were wrong, they didn’t know the truth.” He said his own voice wavering, but he
cleared his throat and pulled Castiel’s head gently away from his neck, he had
to look in his eyes, “Listen to me Castiel.” He told him, his voice was firm,
but kind, the angel looked back at Lucifer with so much guilt in his eyes, so
much shame and Lucifer had to swallow down the lump in his throat before he
could speak, “That day, it was just an accident. You were chasing bees, you
always loved bees.” He said fondly and smiled just a little bit, “You weren’t
paying attention and went passed the border, your collar started to sound an
alarm.” He said and Castiel looked at him, he listened intently.
Lucifer could feel the angel’s heart racing where his fingers rested on his
cheeks and neck, “You were scared and didn’t know what was going on, but I saw
you and flew to you. I didn’t have time to explain what was going on, I knew
what our masters would have thought, they would never have believed it was just
an accident.” He said and gently wiped away Castiel’s falling tears, “I had to
think of something, something where you looked like the good guy, it was the
only way they would leave you alone and only punish me, I didn’t want them to
hurt you.” He said as he looked into Castiel’s eyes, his own filled with worry
and regret, “You weren’t to blame at all Castiel, it wasn’t your fault, it was
all my own.” He said and swallowed thickly as his own tears fell, “And… I’m
afraid I’ve wronged you in an unimaginable way and I’m so sorry Castiel.” He
said tears now pouring out of his eyes, “I’m so sorry.” He said again then
attempted to swallow the lump in his throat, “I don’t dare ask your
forgiveness, but I beg you… Please don’t blame yourself for my mistakes.” He
said as he looked at his brother, his son, his little fledgling, with so much
love and regret it threatened to crush his soul.
Castiel listened and knew Lucifer spoke the truth, he would never lie to him,
he never had, he might not have told him what was going on, but Lucifer never
lied to him. He realized, after Lucifer told him what happened, that he had
been fed lies his whole life, he realized that Lucifer had only tried to
protect him. The angel looked at his brother, his saw the sorrow in his eyes,
the gut wrenching heartache, he hated seeing him like that. Castiel never
blamed him, he never thought he had done anything wrong, but Lucifer never knew
that. He wrapped his arms around Lucifer and held him close, “There is nothing
to forgive.” He said his voice almost hoarse from his own crying, “I love you.”
He told him in Enochian, it was a familial love, it expressed the deepest love
that wasn’t romantic, normally it was reserved for parents, but Castiel thought
of Lucifer as his father, and his brother, he loved him to hell and back; he
would go through his life over again if it ended with him here in Lucifer’s
arms again.
Upon hearing those words Lucifer let out a sob and held onto Castiel this time,
it was such an emotional time and he didn’t want to lose Castiel again. It was
about fifteen more minutes before either angel let go from the hug. They needed
to go sit down, catch up, but Castiel had one thing on his mind, “How did they
find you?” He asked as he looked to Lucifer who smiled at him, “Little one, I
was the one that contacted them about you.” He said and Castiel felt a fresh
wave of tears come pouring out, but he wasn’t breaking, he was just smiling at
him, “You never stopped looking out for me.” He said and Lucifer shook his
head, “I couldn’t think of anything else besides you for the past thirty
years.” He said and they both embraced, not as long as before, but it was
loving and so full of emotion.
Castiel was about to address Sam and Dean who were standing to the side and
being politely quiet, he knew they had questions, but before he had a chance
Lucifer touched his arm, “Do you want them to know?” He asked him in Enochian,
“I won’t say anything if you would prefer to keep it between us right now.” He
said, but Castiel shook his head, “I want them to know.” He said in Enochian,
“They have helped me so much and they deserve to know and I… I have feelings
for Dean.” He said with a slight blush, but Lucifer smile, “Sam has told me
about him, he is very kind and I am okay with you attempting to court him.” He
said which Castiel just smiled as his blush grew slightly before he looked to
Sam and Dean, “Let’s go sit, we have much to explain.” He said and the brothers
nodded, they had so many questions they didn’t know where to start, Dean more
than Sam, but he wasn’t going to rush any of this, he knew this was a tender
time and he would be slow and gentle, he didn’t want to pry into Castiel’s
past, not if the angel wasn’t ready to speak of it.
They all sat down and Lucifer looked at Dean and Sam, “Let me explain a few
things before you ask your questions, it might help clear up some of the
confusion.” He said and the brothers nodded, “When an angel turns one, we can
walk and talk like a ten year old human child.” He said, “That is when we are
taken from our mothers, separated before we can really bond with them.” He said
and sighed, “When we are taken, older angels, the ones who weren’t sold, are
then left to train the next generation along with whomever was left from the
previous years, it’s a constant rotation.” He said, he hated these facts, he
hated that every angel is ripped from their mother's arms before they can bond
and feel love and kindness.
Lucifer placed a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, there was much he still didn’t
know, “Being raised by a simple angel myself, I learned a lot of harsh truths
as I grew up and then when I reached the age of ten everything changed.” He
said and frowned, “I was taken to my master's’ study and he told me I was going
to be training a small group of angels.” He said, “I was much too valuable to
be sold with the other angels in my group so I was kept and told to train,
until they found a suitable buyer. I was then given a choice when they told me
I would train fledglings… Take the punishments my students would solicit,
because the masters expected perfection, or let them be whipped and beaten for
their mistakes.” He said and looked down, he hated those sick people, he wished
he could have killed every last one of them. Lucifer shook his head, he was
safe now, “I knew the harsh truths and it had ruined me, I was a smart ass as a
child, I was beaten accordingly for it, but… As I was given the choice I just
couldn’t allow anymore children be beaten.” He said and shook his head, “I
couldn’t do that and live with myself so I took their beatings, every trainer
is given that choice, those sick bastards revel in giving us that choice, it
makes them feel so powerful.” He said and wiped his face, a few tears had
fallen, but he wasn’t finished.
Castiel had taken Lucifer’s hand at this point, he had tears streaming down his
face, but he listened intently, the brothers, they were appalled at this news.
Sam in particular knew how bad the angel breeders were, but he didn’t know they
were this bad, he had an idea that they have only gotten worse now. Lucifer
squeezed Castiel’s hand gently, “To help connect the dots, Castiel was one of
the five angels that I trained when I was only ten.” He said and Dean looked at
Castiel who had tears falling down his face silently, he looked so heartbroken
at the same time he looked happy, “I had the best fledglings I could have hoped
for, Castiel especially was wonderful at following the rules.” He said with a
smile and squeezed his hand gently, “The other four were wonderful as well,
though they shunned Castiel because he had six wings, he was different.”
Lucifer spoke with a sadness about him that betrayed his outward smile, he was
so saddened by the fact that Castiel was cast out of all of the groups at the
breeder facility.
The wingless angel sighed as he looked down, “I thought of them as my own and I
protected them as such.” He said before he cleared his throat, “It was eight
years later, I was eighteen and taking a walk, I knew none of my little ones
would cause any trouble, they were very good about staying out of it and doing
as they were told, if anyone told them to do anything.” He said smiling as he
remembered the little angels, “Everything was going fine until Castiel
accidentally walked past the perimeter of the compound.” He said and frowned,
“I was out and saw him, I was keeping an eye on him, but I couldn’t protect him
from that.” He said and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. After two
attempts it went down and he continued, “I flew to him as quickly as I could,
knowing the masters would be there any moment, they were very quick to respond
to anyone who tried to escape.” He said and shook his head, “I told Castiel not
to speak a word and as I saw them ride up I punched him.” He said his voice
wavering, this part was hardest to speak aloud, he hated that he hurt Castiel
in any respect, “You had to make Castiel look blameless to protect him from
your masters.” Sam said softly, he understood what had happened now.
Lucifer nodded grimly, “It was the only way I could protect him, I told them I
was trying to escape and Castiel had stopped me.” He said and looked down,
“They restrained me, gagged me and then…” He trailed off, it was still too
painful to speak, even after all these years, “They cut off your wings.” Dean
said completing Lucifer’s sentence. The angel nodded as his heart ached, “I
have never forgotten the pain I felt that day.” He said quietly, “It was
unimaginable and I cannot bare to think of it too much, even the memory of that
pain is almost too much for me to handle.” He said as he wiped his tears.
Castiel had his wings around Lucifer, he was using them to comfort him and the
wingless angel leaned into them, they calmed him quite effectively, “After that
day I never saw Castiel again, not until today, but I knew, I knew he would be
in danger.” He said as he looked to the angel, “Having six wings gives you more
attention than any other angel and no good ever comes of it.” He added, “I
spent nearly thirty years in a shit hole doing what I could to find him.” He
said, “I found your organization along the way and, after several discoveries
from my masters, I learned how to contact you without them knowing.” He said
and smiled, “It was one of your people that actually helped me find Castiel, I
never would have been able to find him without her and I would love to meet
her, if that is possible.” He said with a small smile and Sam and Dean both
nodded, “Of course, if you know her name we can arrange a meeting, I’m sure she
will be excited to see the product of her hard work.” Sam said and Lucifer
nodded, “The name she gave me was Hermione, but I have a feeling that isn’t her
actual name, I can’t imagine she would put her identity at risk.” He said as he
thought of what her name could be.
Dean knew exactly who that was and smiled, “Her name is Charlie Bradbury, she’s
one of our best, you were very lucky to get into contact with her.” He said and
Lucifer smiled, “Charlie, what a lovely name, I would very much like to meet
her, if that is alright.” He said and they both nodded, “We’ll call her, she’s
good about meeting the slaves she’s helped free.” He said and the angel nodded,
“Thank you.” He said before he yawned, he was exhausted. His meeting earlier
today was not an easy one, Sam had come and had to fight for him, it had
revived a part of him that had been long since dead, that dedication to save,
to protect, to do all that was possible to help.
Castiel looked at Lucifer and held him close, he was so thin, so weak. He
hadn’t realized it, but the wingless angel looked so much smaller than he
remembered him, he was barely skin and bones and Castiel wondered how he had
stood for so long and spoke so well, “Lucifer, let me help you.” He said softly
in Enochian, he wanted to help Lucifer to bed, to get rest, to take care of
him. The former angel smiled, “Of course little one.” He said softly which made
Castiel smile, he only ever wanted to help and be good, “Lucifer needs rest, we
can continue this conversation at a later date.” He said and the brothers
nodded while Castiel stood. Lucifer stood with him, but stumbled and Castiel
ended up helping him around, “Come on, I’ll help you get ready for bed.” He
said softly, he wasn’t going to leave Lucifer’s side until the older angel told
him.
Lucifer sighed softly, “I’m not going to be much good to anyone in this state.”
He said quietly, most to himself, but Castiel listened, “You are here, you are
safe, and you will recover.” Castiel told him firmly, he wasn’t going to let
Lucifer tear himself down, that wasn’t what Dean had taught him these past
months. The elder angel smile, “You have grown so much.” He told Castiel as
they walked upstairs, the younger had his arm around the elder’s back whose arm
was slung around his shoulders. Castiel’s feathers fluffed hearing that, it had
been a long time since he had been complimented, Dean was so good about
encouraging him and complimenting him, but it was different coming from
Lucifer. He smiled, “I couldn’t take credit for my current state, Dean saved me
thanks to you. I was… I was three days from execution at an auction when he
picked me up.” He said and he felt Lucifer tense, just the thought of his
beloved fledging being killed caused him great pain, “I’m safe now Luci, we
both are.” He said softly and the angel relaxed, his old nickname caused him to
involuntarily relax, “Why on earth were you so close to that?” He asked as they
made it up the stairs, “Well, after the facility, a couple years after you were
taken away, all of us were sold off, myself included. An elderly couple paid so
much money for me and they were so good to me, so kind.” He said and frowned,
“They both passed away three years after they purchased me and then I was put
into auction house after auction house until I was picked up by the wrong kind
of people.” He said and shook his head, “I… I don’t want to talk about it right
now, but…” He trailed off thinking of how to explain what he went through, “I
was used and abused by many people for their… pleasure.” He said finally,
Lucifer understood and he felt anger course through his body before he felt
dizzy, anger took too much energy so he calmed himself.
Castiel frowned, “I… May I sleep with you tonight?” He asked hesitantly, he
didn’t want to leave Lucifer’s side and after speaking of his past, even as
briefly as he had, it scared him. Lucifer nodded, “Of course you can, but I’m
afraid I don’t know where I will be sleeping.” He said slightly lost, but
Castiel only smiled, “We have a guest room made up for you.” He said as they
made their way there. Honestly he wanted to be with Dean and Lucifer at once,
but he knew it didn’t work that way, he would let Dean know his sleeping
arrangements for tonight. He wouldn’t sleep with Lucifer every night, he still
wanted Dean, but he couldn’t be sure Lucifer wouldn’t disappear if he wasn’t
with him tonight.
Lucifer nodded and when they arrived at the room he smiled, “I’m glad you’re
safe little one.” He said and Castiel smiled, “And I you.” He answered softly.
Castiel helped Lucifer to the bathroom and bathed him gently, he was being so
gentle with him afraid he may break if he pushed too hard. After he was bathed
and in clean clothes Lucifer felt so exhausted, he was ready for sleep even
though it was barely seven, but Castiel understood, “Get in bed Luci, I need to
tell Dean I won’t be sleeping with him tonight.” He said and Lucifer nodded and
smiled, he was exhausted and ready to fall asleep at any moment, but he would
wait for Castiel as long as he could.
In the meantime Castiel walked downstairs and found Dean sitting in the living
room enjoying a beer and quiet moment while Sam had gone to the kitchen for
something. Castiel went over to Dean and sat down, his wings draped over the
back of the couch comfortably, he needed a moment to really soak everything in
before he went back upstairs, “How are you holding up?” Dean asked him, he had
his arm around the back of the couch and now that Castiel was sitting next to
him it was basically around his shoulder, “I… I don’t know right now.” Castiel
said honestly, “I feel… I feel scare.” He said with a frown, “Scared that this
isn’t real, that he’ll disappear without a trace, or that he hates me.” He said
and shook his head as he rubbed his face for a moment, “I know he doesn’t, he
never lied to me before and there is truth in all his looks, but I’m… I’m
afraid that something is going to happen and he will be taken away from me
again.” Castiel said with tears in his eyes as he looked to Dean.
The man was concerned for the angel and gently put his arm around his shoulders
pulling him close, “Oh sweetheart, it will be okay.” He said softly, “Sam and I
have legal ownership of both you and Lucifer, soon you two will be free angels
and do as you please, there will be no way for anyone to take you or him away.”
He told Castiel and the angel melted into his arms, he could be so honest with
Dean, tell him everything that scared him, and the man would accept him
regardless of it. He’s never experienced such a relationship except with
Lucifer all those years ago. Now Castiel has Lucifer and Dean, he was safe, he
was cared for, and he was loved. Castiel never wanted to leave this place for
the rest of his life and he knew that he would always have a place here, “Thank
you, thank you so much… Dean.” He said softly testing out using his master’s
real name.
Dean heard him and felt his heart skip a beat, he had just called him by his
name, that was such a major improvement and it made him smile, “You never have
to thank me, you didn’t deserve any of the hardships you have gone through, no
angel deserves any of this.” He said shaking his head, “You all deserve
freedom, equality, friendships, lovers, families, anything that any free human
can do you should be able to do and more.” He added softly, “That’s what my
brother and I are trying to do, we are trying to change the system, it’s so
broken and the quality of life is so bad if you are a slave. I mean, there are
good people who own slaves and I know several people who have owned slaves and
after a few years free them because they know it’s the right thing to do, but…
It’s not right to own anyone in the first place.” He said holding Castiel
gently, he had taken to running his fingers through the angel's hair softly as
he spoke, it helped him relax just that much more.
Castiel listened to Dean, he enjoyed hearing him talk and was enjoying speaking
to him as well, he had opened up so much to him and, while Dean hasn’t opened
up about his past, Castiel has been getting to know him and is hoping he will
be apart of his future. As Dean spoke the angel listened and his wings
gradually engulfed the two of them, it was a natural tendency when he got so
relaxed, “You are so amazing.” Castiel said looking up at Dean with a tender
smile, “Have you always been so kind? So… Caring of slaves?” He asked trying to
word his question properly, he didn’t want to pry into Dean’s past, but he was
curious if he was always like this or something changed him to be this way.
The human looked at Castiel and moved his hair around lightly, “When I was
little I didn’t know what slaves were, but I learned very quickly and I guess…
Ever since I knew I have always thought that slaves should be free, it’s not
right to enslave people, if they have done something wrong they should answer
to our justice system, and for those born into it… Children should never, ever,
be enslaved, they have done nothing to warrant that, their parentage shouldn’t
dictate their lot in life.” He said and shook his head, “Sorry, I’m rambling.
To answer your question, ever since I’ve know what slavery is I have thought it
was wrong.” He said his eyes distant, he was being taken back to a time he
wished he could forget.
Castiel watched Dean’s eyes lose focus and was worried, but he didn’t want to
interrupt his thoughts. However, when Dean’s eyes started to fill with fear,
very slowly, Castiel slowly lifted his hand and placed it gently on Dean’s
cheek, “Dean?” He asked softly, “Dean, are you okay?” He asked again as he got
closer to his face, the look in Dean’s eyes was slowly draining, but he still
had remnants of fear and it worried Castiel more than he thought he could worry
for someone that wasn’t Lucifer or… Castiel purged all those thoughts and
focused on Dean, he had to or he himself would get lost in his own mind, the
dangerous place that it was.
Dean looked at Castiel, he realized how close they were and the look Castiel
was giving him prompted Dean to lean in just a little bit and before Castiel
could even react their lips touched. Castiel was so confused with his feelings
about this, but his body responded in it’s normal way. He tensed up and forced
himself to kiss back, he felt his wings begin to tremble and his eyes watered.
He only wanted to leave, to slink away, he was terrified and it was showing
throughout his entire body, unfortunately Dean had closed his eyes, he had
misread the signs. The poor man was lost in his past and when Castiel had
brought him back by a gentle word, look and touch he was so captivated and
didn’t think before he leaned in and began to kiss him. It wasn’t until he felt
his own cheek get wet that he pulled away and looked at Castiel confused.
It was then that he saw the damage he had done, Castiel had tears streaming
down his cheeks, his wings were pulled tightly against his back as they
trembled, he was trying to make himself look as small and non-threatening as
possible, avoiding eye contact, babbling and begging not to hurt him and he
would be good. Dean felt horror wash over him realizing what he had just done,
he didn’t even know what to do. That was Lucifer walked in, of course, “Casie,
you said you would only be a minute and I can’t stay awake much long…” He
trailed off and saw that Castiel was crying, shaking and terrified. He looked
at Dean with a fire in his eyes, “What did you do?!” He asked his voice quiet,
but dripping with hostility and anger and Dean looked at him so off guard, this
was not the same angel that was weak just a little while ago. This angel stood
in a very dominating stance, his body looked frail, but Dean knew better than
to poke a hornet's nest, cut off a wolf's head and it still has the power to
bite.
The man just sat there and put his hands up, “I-I didn’t… It was an accident.”
He said dumbly, he felt like such an idiot, he was so lost and didn’t know what
to do, why did he even lean in? He should have known that Castiel wasn’t asking
for that, what the hell was wrong with him? But… The way he was looking at him
so gently, with worry, Dean thought… Maybe… But he was wrong, he was so very
wrong and now he has hurt Castiel, he betrayed his trust, he swore he would
never do anything like that. Dean felt like such an ass at this moment, he
shouldn’t have gotten lost like he had, he couldn’t afford to be this reckless.
He stood and decided to walk out, “I… It was… I’m so sorry.” He said as he
retreated feeling like the scum of the earth, he hadn’t meant to, but he had
taken advantage of Castiel. Dean felt so sick, he was equating himself to
Castiel’s old masters, he was just as bad as they were. He had no idea where he
was going, but he walked and kept on walking without any thoughts to where he
was.
In the meantime Lucifer was in the living room with Castiel just sitting with
him as the angel tried to regain his mind. Certain things seem to trigger him
and send him back to his previous hardships, but thanks to Dean and the whole
family, they have helped Castiel shorten these experiences dramatically, maybe
even one day he won’t have moments like these. Lucifer sat there and held his
hand gently just speaking to him in Enochian saying small comforting things,
his love never lessened over time for Castiel, it had grown only that much
stronger. Unfortunately Castiel wasn’t used to hearing Lucifer’s voice, he
loved hearing it, but there was a part of his soul that craved Dean, he didn’t
feel right without him here and that made him frown, “Where is Dean?” He asked
Lucifer in their language, but the other angel frowned, “He left, I don’t know
what happened, but from how you were acting I hope he never comes back.” He
said his voice angry, though quiet, and Castiel felt distraught, “Don’t say
that.” He said quietly, “I…” He started, but trailed off, he had to cut himself
off before he spoke his heart, he didn’t want to reveal his true feelings for
Dean just yet.
Lucifer sighed, he didn’t understand Castiel, Sam had told him about Dean, but
not as much as he told him about himself. He didn’t know how he felt about the
human just yet and this incident made him sway towards a less favorable opinion
of him, even if he works for this organization, “Dean walked off, I don’t know
where he went.” Sam said as he walked into the living room, he had seen the
whole thing play out, but didn’t have a chance to stop anything, it all
happened so fast.
Castiel looked at Sam worried, “Sam.” He said feeling overwhelmed, he wanted
Dean even though he was trembling because of him. The man waked over and sat
down next to him, “Don’t worry Cas, Dean will be back.” He told him as he
placed a gentle reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Please give him some time, go
to sleep, he will talk with you tomorrow.” Sam said to Castiel.
The angel nodded as he looked at his hands, but he still didn’t feel right,
“Sam,” Castiel said as he looked at him, “Please find him, please talk to him.”
He said with such a worried look it warmed Sam’s heart, “Of course, I’ll tell
him you’re worried about him, that should calm him down at the very least.” He
said and the angel nodded, “I… Tell him to please come back… Come home.” He
said his eyes shining with worry and love, he cared so much for Dean, even if
he hadn’t ever spoken it out loud.
Sam nodded with a small smile, “I will.” He said then stood, “Now you two go to
bed, Dean will be back and you can talk with him tomorrow.” He told him and
both angels nodded, though Lucifer was less than happy about the news, he
didn’t like anyone hurting his fledgling, even if Castiel is fully grown he’s
still his little fledgling, always.
The two angels stood and retired to bed, Castiel knew it would all work out,
but he still wanted Dean no matter how frightened he was. The poor angel wished
he could control himself, he cared very much for Dean, he had fantasized about
that particular moment for a couple months now, but his past had a way of
dictating his future. Castiel followed Lucifer and went to bed, he easily
slipped into the king size bed, but it wasn’t as easy falling asleep. Lucifer
had some difficulty, but having Castiel there helped dramatically and he fell
asleep, it was almost peaceful.
Castiel on the other hand laid there for hours unable to sleep, he was
exhausted, but he couldn’t seem to fall asleep and he knew it was because Dean
wasn’t right here with him, he wasn’t clinging to him like he always had been
since the day the man saved him from the auction house. Castiel frowned and
just closed his eyes, he might not get any sleep, but perhaps if he tries he’ll
fall into a doze.
About half an hour later and Castiel was sleeping very lightly, enough to get
some rest, but his soul yearned for Dean; he wouldn’t get a good sleep without
him.
End Notes
     This story is mostly a rough draft and I have more written, but I
     think it's pretty crappy cause it's just something I've been writing
     to vent and what not.
     I hope you enjoy my very lame take on this master/slave AU... thing.
     I hope you all like it, despite all the grammatical mistakes and
     possible plot holes. If you see anything please let me know and I'll
     try to fix it. Thank you! :)
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