Castiel fumbled with the buttons of his silk dress shirt anxiously, his older brother Lucifer sitting by his side in the back of the carriage. It was dark, nearing almost midnight as they traveled farther and farther away from their homestead. To say the nearing 18 year old was nervous would be an understatement. He had been told repeatedly over the last year that this was necessary, that his betrothal to Lord Metatron was crucial to his family's survival.
Castiel had stayed quiet, only to agree with his older brothers. Though at times he thought even Lucifer wanted to argue in his defense. But Michael was the head of their house...and Castiel being the youngest had to do as he was told.
On the outside he nodded, saying Yes Michael, as you wish. On the inside he was screaming, his rage bubbling up until it was near consuming. Especially when they showed him a portrait of his intended husband. Castiel was not a vain person...but Metatron was almost 30 years older than him and had no redeeming physical qualities about him. He had also started hearing rumors about the man...how cruel he was to his servants...and how mysterious it was that his last husband died at such a young age.
Castiel had dipped into his own dowry, paying his servants for any information they could find. Most of which he could figure to be false...but when they told him the state of poor Inias Myers body, Metatron's first husband, Castiel wanted to scream. How could his oldest brother be OK with this? For practically selling him to a man such as this?
Once the contract was sealed, arrangements were made for Castiel to learn first hand what it would take to please a man such as Metatron. The thought of being touched in that way by him made his stomach lurch. But he had no choice in the matter. What could he do? Run away? Where the hell would he even go? He even thought briefly of taking his own life, but Lucifer seemed to have known, keeping anything sharp away from him. That week he had been constantly watched, especially when he went to his herbology lessons.
"Cassie...I wish there was another way...or something that I could do," Lucifer whispered next to him. Castiel looked up at him and sighed, knowing that even though there was truth in his words, he couldn't help hating both his brothers at this moment. The very last thing he could call his own was being ripped away from him as well. Only to ensure the fate of his poor ailing family.
It was completely bullshit. The only thing his family was lacking was more land and power. And ever since their loving father had died, Michael craved nothing else. Castiel gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his fingers ghosting over the thin bracelet that his little sister Hael had made him. It was simple, but every color that she could find in their yarn cupboard had gone into the weaving of it. He cherished it and it was probably the one thing that was keeping him calm.
The thought that she almost had to be in his place at this moment sickened him...but Metatron was partial to young men...and he was only thankful that Hael was going to escape this fate. He had to hold onto the hope that she would marry someone she loved.
"We're here," Lucifer said quietly looking out the window of their carriage. Castiel held back a terrified whimper as he too glanced out. The manor was huge and daunting; hundreds of different kinds of wild flowers spread across the lot, leaving a noticeable trail of stone straight up to the door. A man was leaning up against one of the posts, a slight grin on his face.
"Come Castiel," Lucifer said with a forced smile. Castiel ignored his offered hand and stepped out of the carriage. He had to hold up his head, keep only the last pieces of his dignity to himself. They followed the path up to the three story manor, only the glare of the full moon lighting their path. A few torches had been lit near the door but other than that, there was no light to be seen through any of the windows.
"Well, well...this must be the beautiful Castiel Moore I have heard so many things about," the man said sardonically, a playful smile lighting up his face. He was shorter than Lucifer but only slightly taller than Castiel with a stocky frame. His hair was a light golden brown that reached to his shoulders, something uncommon for someone above peasant status.
"Gabriel Novak...it's been awhile," Lucifer said with a chuckle, grasping his forearm. Castiel frowned, staring up at his brother. That was a gesture only to be shared with someone greatly trusted. How did his brother deem a man of selling sins of the flesh trustworthy? Castiel stayed quiet, his eyes roaming around as much as was able too. He had always assumed brothels would be noisy, men of all ranks and stations milling about crudely. There wasn't so much as a sound even coming from any of the open windows.
"It has...you sure about this Lucifer? When I got your letter last week I was a bit...shocked to say in the least," Gabriel said, the little snarky grin fading from his face. Castiel glared at him, wanting to say something...anything but he kept his mouth firmly shut.
"Do you have your best lined up for him to choose?" Lucifer asked, avoiding the question entirely. Gabriel stared up at him, shaking his head a bit before pushing away from the post.
"No...the one I chose will be perfect for him. You can either stay in the guest house or find a room at the inn...but you leave Castiel to me," Gabriel said. Castiel was shocked to see the man's eyes had gone hard, almost in a glare as he reached out for him. Castiel went to him a little hesitantly, checking back to his brother who remained silent.
"I'll see you tomorrow Castiel," Lucifer said, turning on his heel to hurry back to the carriage. Castiel sucked in a breath, fear racing through his veins as he watched the horses hurry off. He was alone...abandoned by the only brother he had the slightest bit of faith in.
"Come on Castiel..." Gabriel said softly, his hand gently pushing at his lower back. Castiel frowned deeper but let himself be lead inside.
Where the outside of the house was almost cold and uninviting, the inside was a completely different story. Once again, he had assumed only dark colors, and questionable things to be on the walls but he was thankful to be once again wrong. The walls were a light beige that met down to a dark, rich wood flooring. The parlor only had a rug and coat rack in the corner. On his right was a sitting room, made of light colors as well. To his left stood the stairs, a doorway right at the foot of them.
There was no one else he saw...except when he looked up at the top of the stairs. There was a dark skinned lady donned in a daring red robe. He swallowed hard and tried to control his breathing. Everything would change once he took that first step on those stairs.
"Welcome to my home Castiel...I don't run a typical whore house...more of an education for those willing to be better lovers. But...in your case...to please your soon to be husband. Which...I am deeply sorry for," Gabriel said tightly. Castiel turned his gaze from the stairs to the man beside him, a hint of a grateful smile on his lips.
"Thank you..." he said softly. Gabriel smiled, his hand rubbing soothingly at his shoulder.
"No need to thank me...I'm just glad your brother brought you here. I have several men who would fit the bill for you...and are willing to stand in line if you find the one I have chosen for you unsuitable. But...he is a gentle lover...though he may seem a bit rough around the edges...he will take care of you Castiel. If you want for anything, don't hesitate to ask. My lady, Kali, will show you to his room," Gabriel said. Castiel nodded, wanting to clutch onto Gabriel and not let him leave.
"This way Castiel," the lady in red called out softly. Castiel straightened up, holding his head high as he climbed up the stairs. He would do this with all his dignity in tack.
Kali took his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers in a comforting way as she lead him down the hall of the second floor. There were several doors and once again, he was surprised to not hear lewd noises coming from them. She finally stopped at the last door of the row, her hand raising up to knock. There was no answer that he heard but she opened it anyway.
The room was huge, on his left a large four poster bed made of a deep mahogany sitting in the far corner near the french windows that were propped open. A warm breeze was flitting through the room, making the gossamer drapery on the top frame of the bed dance. On his right was a rather large comfortable looking couch sitting across from a brick fireplace. There was a door on his right that was closed that he was guessing was the bathroom.
Castiel was so engrossed with taking in his surroundings, he barely heard the door close behind him. Once he realized he was alone, again, he took in a deep breath, a slight shudder going through his body when he caught a wonderful scent. It was pretty dark in the room, the only light coming from the open doors and the fireplace. But he was able to find the vase of Jasmines next to the bed. They were his favorite...he had fallen in love with the star like flower when he found them in the abandoned garden of his home. If Metatron gave him one thing...he would request a garden. A garden where he could be by himself for only a moment.
There was a soft click and in the corner of his eye, he saw movement...a silhouette of someone much taller then himself. It had appeared from the mysterious door and Castiel held his breath as the person stepped closer. Slowly he turned, his head going light at the mass of man standing before him. And god was he beautiful. He wore only a thin gray robe, the v open enough to give a glance at very tanned skin.
Castiel rose his eyes to glance up almost demurely into the man's face. In the dancing light of the fire he could see the green of his eyes, a dark but bright jade, shining with excitement. His hair a soft dark blonde that seemed oh so soft, Castiel had a sudden urge to run his fingers through it...maybe yank on it just to see this man's reaction. His plump, wet lips were curved into a little smile, barely flashing him the whites of his teeth.
"Castiel I presume?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff, hitting Castiel in places he didn't even know existed. He could only nod, his voice lost somewhere deep in his throat. His heart was hammering in his chest as the man's hands rose to cup the sides of his face gently.
"You are more beautiful then how Gabriel described you," he whispered, his thumbs tracing along his cheek bones almost delicately. Castiel nearly whimpered at the praise, his knees going a bit weak. The man instantly wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him steady but in the process brought their bodies closer.
"W-What's your name?" Castiel stammered, the sound of his own voice making the other man's eyes widen. The thumb that was still caressing his cheek trailed down to trace at his bottom lip, pulling his mouth open gently. Castiel didn't know what he wanted him to do...but when his thumb slowly entered his mouth, he closed his lips around it, sucking on it with a very light moan. The man sucked in a breath and grinned, pulling his hand away from his face.
"You can call me whatever you like sweetheart," he finally answered, leaning in to teasingly brush their lips together. Castiel had never been this close to anyone...never once pleased himself or asked of it from his servants. Never had the need too...but now...that need was coursing through him, lighting his very soul on fire.
"I want to know your name..." he said, daring to move even closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. The other man hummed deep in this throat, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
"Dean," he said in a whisper against his ear, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. Castiel shuddered, fingers clutching at Dean's thin robe. He blinked and suddenly found himself being pushed back onto the bed. For a very brief second he thought he had done something wrong but Dean was tracing the open v of his robe, stopping at the very loose knot holding it closed. Castiel swallowed hard, his eyes not knowing where to stare. Dean's eyes were like a magnet...holding him in place no matter if he even wanted to look else where.
He finally got them to obey and glanced down just as Dean was pulling his robe off, letting it pool at his feet. Castiel didn't have anything to compare to Dean...but his body was perfect. He was tan all over, little flecks of freckles scattered about his skin. He was toned and his muscles rippled with any movement he made. Castiel couldn't help it, he was drooling and something he never knew he was capable of feeling roared in his belly, making his pants unbearably tight.
A pair of tight small shorts covered the last bit of Dean, barely hiding the fact that the man was clearly aroused. Dean knelt down on the floor in front of him, his large hands sliding up the sides of his legs.
"If you want to stop at any time..." Dean said giving him a knowing look. Castiel nodded quickly, raising up his hips subconsciously to help with the slide of his pants. Dean licked his lips as warm fingers ghosted along his toned legs, stopping to run his thumbs over his sharp hipbones. Castiel blushed furiously, no one had ever looked at him this way...not with lust blown eyes. He tried to help Dean unfasten his shirt but the older man just tsked at him, placing his hands back against the bed. Castiel bit his lip as he leaned back a little, not able to fight off the grin as his chest slowly came into view. Dean made a hungry growling noise in the back of his throat as he ripped the rest of his shirt open, diving forward to start kissing at his skin. Castiel made a keening noise in the back of his throat, his head falling back as Dean's lips closed around one of his nipples. Shocks of pleasure racing through him.
"Dean..." he whimpered as teeth pulled at the hard nub, making him shudder. Dean chuckled, running his hands over every inch of skin he could touch. His ruined shirt was tossed aside, his own underwear blocking sight of his arousal. He was a throbbing aching mess, a feeling he had never felt before. Dean touched the side of his face and he was able to focus on those green eyes, his breath stammering in his chest.
Once he was able to catch his breath, Dean trailed his fingers down his chest and stomach, just barely dipping into his underwear. Castiel needed those hands on him, wanted to feel how good it was for someone to touch him. Dean slowly pulled them off, a groan leaving his throat when his cock was visible, curving up to tap his stomach. A white pearlescent bead dripped out of the head and Castiel bit his lip, not really knowing what it was.
Dean did, and seemed hungry for it. He gripped the base of him, sending a wave of pleasure through him as he moaned. Castiel tried to speak, to tell him just how he was making him feel when those plump lips wrapped around the tip, giving a long suck.
"Oh my!" Castiel cried out, his hand flying down to thread his fingers into Dean's hair. He gave into his earlier want and pulled just slightly. A hum vibrated from Dean's mouth onto his cock and it made his eyes roll back as he whimpered. It was too overwhelming how good it felt, he almost wanted him to stop, not wanting it to end so quickly. He could feel the pressure on the base of his spine, the tightening in his belly.
"Dean...I...I..." Castiel stammered, his hips trying jerk forward and get more of his cock into his mouth. Dean pulled away just enough to look up at him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he grinned.
"Don't you worry about holding back...I've got you Castiel," Dean growled out and before Castiel could say another word, Dean was swallowing him down...right into his throat.
It was so warm and tight Castiel couldn't help but thrust into it, crying out Dean's name loudly. He wanted more and Dean was giving it right to him, tightening his lips and sucking harder along his shaft. Castiel's vision was going blurry, his heart beating so fast it was going to explode. Dean rolled his eyes up to look up at him and Castiel fell back against the bed, nearly screaming as he orgasmed for the first time. His cock pulsed as he released into Dean's mouth, whimpering at the gentle sucks until he was soft.
Dean kissed along the base of him, nuzzling his face against his hip bones before finally crawling up to him. Castiel couldn't even move, his entire body boneless. Dean just grinned, brushing their lips together as he finally gained the strength to hesitantly reach out for him. Something hard pressed against his leg making his breath hitch. Dean raised a brow at him, his fingers very gently wrapping around his right wrist. Castiel allowed him to maneuver his hand, pushing his palm right against his arousal.
"Wow..." he breathed, his eyes widening at how long and thick his cock was. Dean groaned, hips pushing into his curious fingers. Castiel touched him tentatively at first, growing bolder with each moan and shudder of Dean's body. Soon he was able to roll them over, sitting between Dean's open legs his hands trailed along the muscles in his thighs until they were hovering over his pulsing cock. He licked his dry lips as he met Dean's eyes, silently asking if it was OK Dean nodded, helping him to pull off the small shorts. Castiel felt his own twitch when he finally got to see Dean, his fingers aching to wrap around him. It had felt so good and he so badly wanted to return the favor.
"I...I don't really know..." Castiel admitted, his cheeks growing warm with a blush. Dean just smiled at him, sitting up on an elbow while his other hand taught him how to grip the base, to start stroking him. They went slow until Castiel grew confident, even adding a little twist at his head. Dean groaned deep in his throat, his head falling back as his hips thrust up into his fist. Castiel felt proud he could bring pleasure to this man. He sped up his hand, the drips of what Dean had called pre-cum making their skin slide easier. Dean was moaning louder, his body slightly glistening with sweat. Castiel was much smaller in comparison to Dean...and he wondered if he could even fit the whole thing in his mouth...but he was going to try. He gripped his base, and held down his hip with his other hand as he leaned in, kissing his tip. He licked his lips to taste the pre cum lightly coating them and shuddered. It wasn't horrible...and the more he tasted it, the more he found he liked it, wanted it to fill his mouth.
He caught Dean's wide eyes just before taking the head into his mouth, sucking more of the pre cum out as he moaned, his own cock hardening. Dean moaned out and Castiel could see his fingers digging into the bed sheets. His free hand reached out, taking Dean's hand to rest his fingers in his hair.
Dean laughed breathlessly, pulling slightly at his hair. A tingle spread down his spine to pool into his gut. He whimpered around Dean's cock, pushing his head down to take him further into his mouth. The tip of him barely touched the back of his throat and he fought to keep his gag reflex down.
"Oh fuck...feels so good Cas," Dean moaned, pulling on his hair just a tad harder. Castiel shuddered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the praise. He slowly bobbed his head, taking him further and further with each push down. By the time Castiel managed to slide him into his throat, Dean was writhing, fighting to keep his hips pressed into the mattress. Castiel kept his throat open, swallowing around him eagerly as his cock head steadily leaked onto his tongue. Dean accidentally thrust up and he squeezed his eyes tight as they watered but kept on him, his hands sliding under Dean's ass to hint at him to do it again.
Dean was hesitant but once both realized that he could take it, he was thrusting up into his mouth with fervor, Castiel moaning at the feel of his throat being filled. His own hips were rutting against the bed, trying to find some kind of friction.
"Oh fuck! Cas...I'm gonna cum!" Dean shouted. Castiel had a vague idea what that meant and allowed Dean to grip his hair, pulling him just enough to slip out of his throat. Something hot and milky filled his mouth and he swallowed at it hungrily, his lips wrapping tight around his shaft.
"Oh my god...oh...wow..." Dean panted gently yanking him off his softening cock. Castiel licked his lips and blushed, slightly bummed that it was over already. Dean laughed softly, his hand reaching out to cup the side of Castiel's face.
"That was amazing...c'mere," Dean slurred, his eyes drooping a bit. Castiel grinned, crawling up to lay down next to him. He was surprised at how quickly Dean pulled him in, wrapping his arms around him tightly. Castiel snuggled into his chest, taking in deep pulls of his earthy scent.
"Was...was that it?' Castiel asked timidly. What they had done so far was beyond amazing...and felt better than he had ever imagined.
"No...I'm so far from being done with you," Dean laughed kissing his forehead. Castiel relaxed with a little smile on his face as they continued to lay there comfortably. Dean's fingers were tracing up and down his spine, sending goosebumps along his skin. Before long Dean was kissing him, opening his mouth to slide his tongue between his lips. Castiel moaned, shyly rolling his own along the other. Dean moved to lay between his legs, linking their hands to press them above Castiel's head. Dean was hard again and Castiel gasped as Dean rutted against him, lining their cocks to rub along each other. Castiel wanted to wrap his arms around Dean but he was realizing just how much he liked being held down by this man...because he knew he was safe. All he had to do was ask and he'd be let go...but he didn't want too just yet. He planted his feet against the mattress and lifted up, smiling at the punched out moan leaning Dean's lips.
"Mmm...you want more Castiel?" Dean asked licking a long line up his neck to his ear. Castiel whimpered, nodding eagerly. Dean sucked on his lobe as he pushed their hips harder, grinding down on him. Castiel cried out, his breathing coming out almost ragged.
"What...where..." Castiel almost found himself begging when Dean pulled away suddenly. He thought he was being left when Dean only grabbed up a jar from the bedside table. Castiel breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing back into the sheets. Something flashed across Dean's face but it was too quick for Castiel to recognize.
"Have you ever touched yourself Cas?" Dean asked kneeling between Castiel's parted legs. He shook his head and bit his lip watching Dean brush his hands up his legs. He was about to ask what he was going to do when he was suddenly being rolled over onto his stomach. A spike of fear raced down his spine...was he going to take him dry? He squeezed his eyes closed, preparing himself but what came next only made him cry out. Something wet caressed his hole, teasing about his rim. Large hands cupped his ass, spreading them as Deans' tongue wiggled into him, licking all along his walls.
"Oh...oh!" Castiel whimpered, not being able to help to raise up onto his knees, his chest still pressed into the bed. It allowed Dean more access to him, the older man moaning in appreciation. Castiel had been embarrassed earlier when Michael had told him to wash deligantly between his legs...but now he was thankful for it. Dean dug his fingers into his hips, thrusting his tongue in and out of his hole as Castiel writhed, his cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.
"Dean...please...oh god please..." Castiel moaned, his head thrashing from side to side. Dean pulled away, his hand slapping right onto his ass. At first he didn't know what to make of it until he slapped his other side, making him cry out wantonly, pushing back for more. The fourth time, he pushed back so much, felt the shaft of Dean's cock rub right against his aching hole.
"What do you need Castiel?" Dean growled out, slapping him one last time. Castiel sobbed, frantically trying to rub his hole against him. Dean groaned, moving closer so that he could feel that throbbing flesh right where he needed it.
"You...need you to f...f..."
"Say it Castiel," Dean growled slapping his ass hard.
"Fuck me! Please Dean...fuck me please!" Castiel screamed, his throat hoarse with over use. Dean snatched up the jar and Castiel watched in a haze as his fingers were coated. He had a second to catch his breath before something harder and longer was slowly pushing into him. Castiel whimpered, spreading his legs even farther as the long finger thrust into him. It burned slightly but it settled right into his gut, turning to pure pleasure. The second finger was a bit more...but it still felt amazing. He hit a special spot deep inside of him making him sob out, his hips frantically pushing back to fuck himself on Dean's fingers. He wanted it so bad, a third finger was easily pushed in, all of them scissoring and stretching him.
He was so close, his cock throbbing and almost painful by the time Dean removed his fingers. Castiel braced himself but Dean spun him back around.
"Wanna see your face when you cum on my cock sweetheart," Dean moaned, pushing very slowly into him. Castiel fought to keep his eyes open, his mouth dropping when Dean bottomed out. He was so full, split open in the most pleasurable way possible.
"You feel so good Castiel...sooo good," Dean panted, his head dropping into his shoulder. Castiel controlled his breathing, trying to grow accustomed to this new feeling in his body. He whimpered, rolling his hips down to take more of Dean, his eyes rolling up at the first real thrust of Dean's body.
"Oh...oh yes, mmm yes!" Castiel moaned digging his fingers into Dean's back. Dean was panting heavily into his ear as their bodies found a rhythm, the sounds of skin meeting skin almost obscene in the overly quiet room. The head of Dean's cock found that spot inside of him again and he cried out, raising up to silently beg for more. Dean eagerly gave it to him, his hips moving faster and almost roughly.
"Dean! Fuck!" Castiel cried out, his vision going blurry once more as his orgasm grew steadily. Dean pulled away from his shoulder to gaze down at him, not once slowing down his hips. Their eyes met and Castiel saw something he hadn't seen in a really long time except at times from his sister...love and affection. He didn't even know there were tears falling down his cheeks until Dean was licking them up, kissing his flushed cheeks.
"Cum for me Castiel," Dean ordered, flicking his tongue at Castiel's lips. He caught Dean's eyes once more right as Dean hit that spot and he was gone. His vision whited out as he screamed out Dean's name, sending hot ropes of cum up their chests and stomachs. He was just coming back down when he heard and felt Dean orgasm, gasping at the warmth filling him up.
They laid there for a really long time, hands gently mapping out skin as their bodies cooled down. Dean gently pulled out, wincing at the slight whine from Castiel's throat.
"How about we get you in the bath?" Dean whispered, kissing along his jaw. Castiel nodded, not able to form words just yet. Dean smiled and Castiel couldn't help returning it, his fingers tracing the freckles along his nose. Dean carefully picked him up, carrying him into the bathroom.
Dean quietly left the room once Castiel was sound asleep. He hated leaving him alone but he needed to speak with Gabriel...both of them had been right. He never wanted to lie to Castiel but when Gabriel had come to him...told him about the beautiful boy with blue eyes that was about to be married off to Metatron...he had to do what he could.
He found the man downstairs, taking small leisurely sips from a tumbler. Dean crossed his arms over his chest, the gray robe tied carefully around his waist. Golden hued eyes met his and a smile crossed his face as he raised another glass filled with whiskey. Dean gladly accepted, downing it one gulp.
"So..."
"God dammit Gabriel...sometimes...I really hate when you're right," Dean groused with a shake of his head. Gabriel only laughed.
"I'm betting, this time...you're glad I was," he shot back. Dean stared at him hating to admit it. He sighed heavily handing back the glass before making his way back up to the room. Castiel was still asleep, only stirring when the bed dipped with Dean's weight. It damn near broke his heart when the younger boy clung to him in his sleep.
"Don't you worry sweetheart," Dean whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
A week later it was his 18th birthday and Castiel found himself staring into the mirror of the guest house, his mind slowly growing numb to what he was about to endure. The image of Dean's smile and the weight of his silver ring on his middle finger were the only things keeping him sane. Michael had stared at the ring of metal for a while before asking if he had learned anything. Castiel glared, giving him a curt nod before hurrying off to his room.
The morning after had been bitter sweet for Castiel...and he was hoping it had been for Dean as well. He wasn't naive to the fact that yes Dean had been paid to "teach" him...but that couldn't erase what he had seen in those green eyes. Sincerity...affection...that couldn't be faked or bought. The way Dean took care of him that morning, making sure he wasn't in any pain or discomfort, feeding him his breakfast by hand. When he woke, he thought Dean wouldn't be there...but he was, his arms securely around him. They spent hours in bed, talking and kissing. Nothing else sexual had transpired and Castiel was sort of glad for it.
Just before Lucifer arrived, Dean had jokingly asked him if he could choose anyone to marry, would he ever consider him? Castiel's chest constricted, only able to give him a shaky nod of his head. It was a fools dream but he had felt more in those few hours with Dean then with anyone else he ever met.
He would feast on those small moments when he was forced to marry Metatron...save his mind and soul from shattering when he would have to do worse.
There was a knock on the door and he fought the sob trying to escape. One of their servants led him out of the changing room and out to the gardens where everything had been set up. Metatron didn't want an extravagant service...just something fast. Castiel tried to not gag when he saw the man's smirk. He was even worse than the portrait.
He had to stop and catch his breath, his fingers frantically twirling the ring around his finger. Green eyes flashed in his mind and he felt calmer. He straightened up and followed the servant once more. Michael stood to one side of Metatron, a relieved smile on his face when he saw Castiel. Lucifer wasn't anywhere in sight and that made his chest squeeze uncomfortably.
"Let us begin..." the priest started up once Castiel stood next to his intended. He was gasping for breath, wanting to run screaming as tears started to slowly drip down his cheeks. It wasn't fair...he wanted to go back to Gabriel's and be with Dean...he didn't want this stupid responsibility of "saving" their family.
"Do you, Castiel Moore, take Metatron Angeles to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest's words stung at him and he couldn't answer. His eyes found Micheal's...trying to plead with him to not do this. His brother only shook his head with a glare.
"I..."
"I object to this union!" a familiar voice rang out. His head jerked towards the voice and felt his whole world spin. Standing before him was Dean...but he was dressed in a noble's outfit. But the more he looked, he could clearly see the clothe's clung to the man's body almost as if they were tailored specifically to him. The dark royal blue of his shirt made his green eyes glow wildly as he sauntered closer to them. Castiel staggered back, an arm reaching out to grip almost painfully at his arm.
"What the hell is the meaning of this! You weren't invited here Winchester!" Michael bellowed. Castiel looked between them, his vision going a bit blurry with the lack of oxygen to his brain. They knew each other?! The hand at his arm tightened and he realized it was Metatron trying to pull Castiel behind him.
"Get your fucking hands off my fiance Angeles..." Dean growled out. Castiel's vision finally cleared and stared at Dean...finally realizing who this man was. And if he had been paying better attention to where he was last night instead of sulking in the carriage...he would have further realized they were on Winchester land...not some random brothel in the middle of nowhere. The Winchester's were a highly ranked family, even higher than Metatron. John Winchester had died several months ago, leaving everything to eldest son. Dean.
"Fiance? Where do you get off?" Metatron screeched. Dean reached out for him and Castiel eagerly grabbed his hand, yanking himself free of Metatron's grasp.
"He was with me last night...and I proposed this morning," Dean said with a smirk. Castiel gasped, the ring on his finger even heavier with the new knowledge. Lucifer was slowly making his way towards them, Gabriel at his side. Both men had smug grins on their faces and he knew without a doubt, that his older brother had finally come through for him.
"Castiel..." Michael warned taking a step towards them. Dean drew out his sword and pivoted, moving Castiel behind him while pointing the weapon straight at Michael.
"You no longer control him Michael...whatever Metatron was promising to...pay you...I'll double and you can keep his dowry. But you will no longer have any say in Castiel's life...ever. Come on Cas," Dean spat out, nearly dragging him away. Castiel's head was spinning, he finally had to stop, pulling on Dean's hand hard.
"What...what the hell was that? You lied to me? Did...did you fuck me...just so could have something over my brother?" Castiel asked, his breathing coming hard and fast. Tears burned at the back of his eyes, threatening to spill over at any second. Dean shook his head, his hands raising to cup the sides of his face.
"I never meant to lie to you sweet heart and no...I didn't sleep with you last night for that reason. Listen to me...Lucifer came to me...begging me to help. Michael was already planning to send you to some...disgusting brothel to learn the ways of pleasure. Lucifer thought...maybe if we hit it off, that I could propose to you instead. But Michael had to be convinced you had lost your virginity. I swear to you, that the second you looked up at me, I was utterly gone. I never meant to hurt you Castiel...and if you truly don't want to be with me I understand but I promise to not let Michael force you into that..." Dean said quickly. Tears steadily tracked down his cheesk and Castiel found himself clinging onto Dean, burying his face into his thick shirt.
"Take me home Dean...please?" he asked softly. Dean sighed with relief, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"Of course...come on," Dean said leading him away from his family home. He turned back to see Lucifer helping his sister into a carriage, a few chests tied to the back of it. They shared a knowing look and both smiled.
He snuggled closer to Dean as they got closer to the carriage carefully tucked away in the woods. Gabriel winked at him before pulling open the door. Castiel stared at him only to laugh. Things were going to be better...he was going to be free.