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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.

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Castiel moaned softly around him, sucking him down as deeply as he could while grasping at his jean clad thighs. After a few moments he pulled back, licking at the tip before speaking. "Can I please strip you down, Sir?"

"Yeah, go ahead," he murmured, looking down at Cas when the angel spoke up. He shifted a little to make it easier for the angel to do just that, his lips curling into a little bit of a smile.

"You got something you want besides getting me naked, Cas? Gotta tell me... Maybe I'll even give it to you."

He made quick work of Dean's clothes, tossing them to the floor before looking up at him and blushing. "I...can I please...I.." He frowned, looking down at his hands as he felt his wings shift painfully in their iron bonds. "I want to stay in your chambers. Please..." He laid his head down on Dean's leg, shivering.

"I would have to let you up if I moved you there, you know." He grinned a little bit.

"How do I know you wouldn't run away? Fight?"

Castiel rubbed his face against Dean's naked thigh before shaking his head quickly. "You could...could leave my wings bound. They are the only weapon I have!" He whined softly before closing his eyes. "I don't want to fight you...or run. I want to be with you."

"Is that right?" Dean shifted and reached down to guide Castiel's face up towards his, meeting his eyes.

"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."

He stared up into those black eyes, his own blue widening slightly. "I belong with you." He said, meaning every word. "I want to be with you." He bit his lip, shifting slightly until he was sitting on the bed and looking back down, only this time at his hands.

"I could have gotten away before....I stayed because I am meant to stay with you."

"Is that right?" He leaned down to kiss him roughly at those words, biting lightly at his lips.

"So if I let you loose, entirely loose, you'd stay with me?"

Castiel nodded before he was being kissed. He kissed back, moaning and whimpering into it before sliding his hands up Dean's bare chest to just feel his skin.

"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.

"Good, because if you try... First I'll break'em, then I'll tear'em off," he warned as he pulled away a little. A snap of his fingers had the chains coming undone, falling loose.

"Don't think I won't, Cas. You're mine now... have been for a long time."

As soon as the iron bands were off his wings he cried out, the sound full of relief. His eyes widened and for a moment, just a fraction of a second, they flickered from their normal blue to a marblized blue/black (think azazels eyes only blue and black instead of yellow).

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."

He tilted his head curiously at the change of his eyes, brows furrowed. When the angel dropped his head though, he took another step closer and reached up to tangle his fingers through the other's hair, giving it a tug to get him to look up.

"Look up at me, Cas."

Castiel did as he was told, looking up at Dean with wide and still marblized eyes. He tilted his head slightly, worried he'd done something wrong and within a moment he blinked and his eyes were back to their normal blue.

"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.

"Your eyes are changing," he answered, wondering whether the angel was even aware of it or not. he was definitely interested though, wondering what could have caused the change... though he wasn't exactly displeased at all.

Castiel couldn't help the confused look on his face, head cocking to the side almost innocently. "Changing?" His wings jerked slightly, still stretched out before he drew them in closer to his back. A flash of light against one wing seemed to show sharper feathers, but the flash was gone in an instant as well.

"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.

"Maybe..." It was definitely curious. Dean arched a brow and watched his wings for a second. Maybe he ought to ask around, see if he could figure out what was happening... though right now?

He had Cas close by him and he leaned forward, catching him in a rough, deep kiss.

He practically purred into the kiss, shivering and pressing as close as he could. Now that his wings were free he wrapped them around Dean, drawing the demon closer to him.

Dean let himself be pulled in close and brought up his hands to rest against the side of the angel's face. He bit at his lower lip, giving it a tug. "Mm, gotta say, I'm pretty happy with you, Cas. Not fighting, not running..."

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.

Castiel moaned at the bite, pulling him closer with a soft whine. "Told you...I'm yours. This is where I belong." He said, tilting his head slightly and blinking at him. He shivered, eyes widening as he pressed Dean back against the wall.

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.

He looked into those eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. For now, he was letting Cas move however he wanted, touch however he wanted. Right now, he looked too good. He tilted his head to the side to let him have access and gave an encouraging moan.

"Show me how much you want me to stay, Cas," he murmured.

He blinked at him for a moment before gripping the top of his shirt and ripping it open. It was like something had come over the angel, the need to show the demon that he belonged to him strong. He kissed over his skin, moaning softly.

The demon let out a growl when Castiel ripped his shirt, eyes narrowing It wasn't in anger though. There was lust clear in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss the angel deeply, roughly.

He rubbed his hands down his sides and tugged him in even closer.

He kissed back, emitting his own growl as he pressed Dean into the wall. He caught Dean's hands suddenly, lacing their fingers before pinning them to the wall on either side of his head. He didn't know what had come over him, but this is what he wanted, he knew that.

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.

"Getting bold there, aren't you, Cas?" He growled, squeezing the angel's hands in his own as he tipped his head back. He wasn't worried about letting him have his fun, didn't mistrust the angel or anything. He thought he'd broken him pretty well, made him want this thoroughly.

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."

He bit his neck, sucking hard before dragging his nails down Dean's arms. "You know you like it, Dean." He murmured before pressing firmly against him. He turned his head, capturing Dean's lips in a deep, claiming kiss.

"You are as much mine as I am yours." He said against his lips before reaching down between them and working his pants open.

He let out a growl at the rake of nails down his skin, eyes narrowing on the angel. "Why don't you prove it to me, eh, Cas? Show me."

Possessive little thing, that's what he was turning into, huh?

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Cas/Demon!Dean - Captured

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