Castiel (
babyinatrenchcoat) wrote2013-06-02 06:11 pm
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Cas/Demon!Dean - Captured
Castiel didn't know how long he'd been in Hell. He couldn't really remember a time when he hadn't been. Sometimes, when he was given a reprieve from the pain, he would try to remember what Heaven was like or why he'd even come to Hell in the first place. Then he would think about Dean and it would all fall back into place. He'd come to rescue him, to raise him from the pit because he was the righteous man, but he'd been too late.
He'd watched all of his brothers who had accompanied him fall, but Castiel had been determined to reach Dean. And he had, but he'd been too late. He'd been too late and Dean was a demon. In his heartbreak, he'd allowed Dean to capture him and that was how he'd gotten where he was now.
The sound of the door to his room brought him back to attention, causing him to shift and whimper as he curled up on the dirty cot he'd been given. He couldn't move much due to the spelled ring of iron around his neck that kept him chained to the wall. The same spelled iron had been formed into braces that held his wings down against his back, but even now he tried to raise his wings in defense.
He cowered on the bed, shaking slightly. He hadn't seen Dean in what felt like days. Other demons had come in the check on him, but every time they had hurt him. He didn't want anyone to hurt him except Dean. He missed his Master. Tears sprung to his eyes as he shook slightly on the cot, too afraid to look and see who was entering his room.
He'd watched all of his brothers who had accompanied him fall, but Castiel had been determined to reach Dean. And he had, but he'd been too late. He'd been too late and Dean was a demon. In his heartbreak, he'd allowed Dean to capture him and that was how he'd gotten where he was now.
The sound of the door to his room brought him back to attention, causing him to shift and whimper as he curled up on the dirty cot he'd been given. He couldn't move much due to the spelled ring of iron around his neck that kept him chained to the wall. The same spelled iron had been formed into braces that held his wings down against his back, but even now he tried to raise his wings in defense.
He cowered on the bed, shaking slightly. He hadn't seen Dean in what felt like days. Other demons had come in the check on him, but every time they had hurt him. He didn't want anyone to hurt him except Dean. He missed his Master. Tears sprung to his eyes as he shook slightly on the cot, too afraid to look and see who was entering his room.
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No one got to hurt his angel as much as him, the same way as him.
"Are you crying?" he scoffed and circled around the cot, pacing just a little. He wasn't coming closer yet, wasn't making a move to do anything. His knifes were neatly placed close to the bed as they always were, but he wasn't interested in them just yet.
"Is it because you missed me?"
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"Dean..." He whined, moving to the very end of the chain that held him, wishing to reach him before bowing his head. "Please..."
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"You have to ask for what you want, you know. I'm not a mind reader..."
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He carefully lifted his hands, not quite touching Dean, just reaching out for him.
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"So you didn't have fun, huh?"
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"There are other things you can do for my pleasure though..."
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"Anything. I will do anything for you." He said, whimpering softly.
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"Just like that, Cas."
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"You got something you want besides getting me naked, Cas? Gotta tell me... Maybe I'll even give it to you."
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"How do I know you wouldn't run away? Fight?"
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"Why is that, Cas? Haven't been easy on you, have I? I've torn you apart more times than I can count, kept you chained, let other demons play with you... Hell, I've played plenty with you myself."
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"I could have gotten away before....I stayed because I am meant to stay with you."
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"So if I let you loose, entirely loose, you'd stay with me?"
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"I would stay. I don't want to run away." He said quietly. The only thing he didn't tell Dean was that he could feel something inside himself changing, most likely a change being driven by his being in hell for so long.
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"Don't think I won't, Cas. You're mine now... have been for a long time."
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He dropped his head though and stretched them out until they filled the room, the black feathers ruffled from being held so long and mistreated. "I'm yours." He said, letting his wings droop just because he could and it felt good to let them lay instead of being held against his back. He also rubbed at his neck where the collar had been. "Thank you."
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"Look up at me, Cas."
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"Is something...did I do something wrong, Dean?" He asked softly, voice full of worry and fear at having done something to displease the demon.
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"It could be from my prolonged time here. Humans become demons...perhaps angels become something as well." He shrugged as if it didn't matter to him before moving closer to the demon, smiling.
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He had Cas close by him and he leaned forward, catching him in a rough, deep kiss.
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He wouldn't have protested hurting the angel, if he had to, but he was glad that he didn't. He had other things on his mind right now after all.
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His eyes changed again, going back to the marblized look as his fingers brushed up the demon's chest. He leaned in, kissing down his jaw and neck slowly, only wanting to serve the demon he belonged to now.
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"Show me how much you want me to stay, Cas," he murmured.
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He rubbed his hands down his sides and tugged him in even closer.
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Black wings furled out, moving instinctively to block them from view as his lips moved down to attack Dean's throat. He bit and sucked hard, marking Dean's throat and humming in satisfaction.
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He rolled his hips forward to try and grind against him, a low groan leaving his lips at the biting. "Fuck, c'mon... show me what you got, Cas."
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"You are as much mine as I am yours." He said against his lips before reaching down between them and working his pants open.
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Possessive little thing, that's what he was turning into, huh?