Title: The Hope That Follows
Author: July Falconeri (www . goddessofwincest . tumblr . com) Just remove the parentheses and the spaces on either side of the dots.
Beta: None this time
Rating: NC - 17
Warning: Slave!Gaberiel; Slave!Castiel; Mute!Castiel; Abuse (Verbal, Physical and sexual); Non-Con; Underage sex; Male/Male sex; Mpreg; and Non-graphic birthing
Spoilers: None
Pairings: : Crowley/Gabriel; Crowley/Castiel; Crowley/Gabriel/Castiel; Castiel/Gabriel; Sam/Castiel; and Dean/Gabriel
Word count: 2,589
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters and made no profit from this work.
A/N: Hey guys this is a new story I'm trying out. I really hope you like it. You can follow my Tumblr above to get alerts on when I post new chapters.
"It's okay. Shh, calm down. It's going to be okay. I'm going to be there with you the whole time," Gabriel said in Enochian, holding a sobbing Castiel in his lap. Gabe looked around the small, locked room they were being kept in, his eyes trained on the door waiting for their new owner to walk in. Gabriel hadn't gotten a really good look at him, but he knew he was a bit older than himself, and a lot older than Castiel. He was obviously rich, considering the price he had bought them for, but that was about all he knew.
He had no idea if the man was going to be nice, an abuser, or even a rapist. Gabriel wasn't worried about himself, he could hold his own, he was worried about twelve year old Castiel. His poor brother hadn't stopped sobbing since they got to the auction house. Gabe couldn't blame him.
"G-Gabe, what if he cuts our vocal cords? I'm scared," Castiel sobbed, also in Enochian. Poor Cas had only been on Earth for about six months and knew almost no English besides 'no' and his brother's name. So they spoke in Enochian.
"If he does there's nothing we can do about it, but I'll be right there with you. We go through it all together, okay?"
Castiel nodded grabbing Gabe's shirt tighter. Of course, Gabe was just as worried about having his vocal cords cut or worse, but he would never tell Castiel that. He slowly turned Castiel's collar around on his neck, the one carved with Enochian sigils to keep them powerless. There was the sound of voices outside. Castiel looked towards the door as Gabriel tensed and let his wings flare out. Two people stepped into the room. The auctioneer and their new master.
Their owner was older, maybe in his late forties, a bit heavier set. His hair was brown, slightly balding. His green, emerald, eyes were in deep contrast to his pale skin, yet somehow complementing. He wore a expensive suit, probably French design. And he held himself like he was king of the world. Gabriel felt sick just looking at him.
"Here they are. May I just say an excellent choice with buying them. Gabriel is worth the price you paid alone, Castiel is more of a bonus," The auctioneer said. Gabriel hated the way he talked about them like they were buying groceries. They were living beings, for God's sake! "Would you like us to clip their wings or cut their vocal cords at all before you take them home today?" The auctioneer asked.
Gabriel watched the man intensely, analyzing his every move.
"Maybe, let me get a look at them," the man finally spoke for the first time, his smooth accent more than likely of European origin, probably British. "Both of you sit of straight. And stop crying." He snapped.
"Sit up straight, look towards the floor. Try to stop crying," Gabe whispered quietly to Cas, sliding Cas off his lap. Gabriel sat up straighter but kept his head down.
"Speak English, angel," the man muttered, stepping forward. He placed a hand under Gabe's chin and forced his head up to look into his eyes. Gabriel gave him a hard stare, refusing to look away or show any weakness.
The man smiled. "I like you." He muttered before turning to Cas. Cas cried a little harder, sniffling and let out a sob every once and a while. The man did the same thing to Castiel, squinting his eyes a bit.
"Are you always like this? I can't even get a good look at you, your face is so red. And will you quit that sobbing?" Of course that only made Castiel cry harder, never having been talked to so roughly.
Castiel had always been sheltered in Heaven. Gabriel had found him after his fall and had sheltered him until they were caught about two days ago. Even then no one had really talked to him. They were put in collars, they were briefed (thankfully) on what was going to happen at and possibly after the auction, sedated a bit, and then put on stage for auction and bought. Gabriel had never expected on being caught, it really was his fault. He should have known that water was drugged and should have never let Cas go near it. Once you were caught it was almost impossible to escape the auction house or the transportation vans with all the guards around and the Enochian collars on. But Gabriel had tried, and in the end he was up sedated with some weird drug that had effectively put him out. All Gabe had done was leave Castiel startled and alone for a few hours, so he didn't try it again, for his little brother's sake.
"He can't understand you," Gabriel said softly.
"What?" The man said turning towards Gabriel.
"He doesn't speak English, he can't understand you."
The man pulled away and took a few steps back, nodding slightly. He addressed the auctioneer, but didn't take his eyes of the angels. "I want both their wings clipped. And…" he dragged the 'and' out, keeping the angels nervous. Cas quickly grabbed Gabriel's hand, terrified. "I want the little one's cords clipped."
Gabriel blanched, bile rising in his throat. Castiel turned towards Gabriel, hands moving nervously. "What did he say?" Castiel asked quietly. Gabriel took Cas' face gently in his hands, tears swimming in his eyes. Panic was beginning to rise for Castiel. "Gabe what did he say?" Gabe throat was closed up. He couldn't tell his baby brother that they wanted to take away his voice.
"Go on Gabriel, tell him," the man said, a sick smirk on his face. Gabriel quickly looked away from him and back at his brother.
"They…They want to cut our wings. We can deal with that Cas, no big Deal!" Gabe said when Cas started to panic. He squeezed his shoulders. "Calm down. I still need to tell you the rest." He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "They want to clip your cords."
"No!" Castiel sobbed, grabbing Gabriel and clinging to him.
Gabriel looked over at their new owner. "Do it to me, too.
The man smiled. "You don't make the rules angel."
Gabriel gripped Castiel tighter. He wasn't about to have his baby brother mutilated without putting up a fight.
"Gabe, don't let them do it, please!" Castiel cried, damn near screamed.
"Calm down," Gabe whispered. "I'm going to fight them, if you can get out, you run as fast as you can. Don't stop. If I make it out, I'll find you."
"You sure that's what you want Crowley?"
Crowley. Even his name reeked of evil. "Positive."
The auctioneer snapped his fingers and four guards filed into the room. Gabriel moved Castiel off his lap and stood slowly, wings flaring as wide as they could, whole body tense. Crowley gave a wide grin. "A fighter. That I defiantly like. Well boys, I'm going to step outside and let you do your thing." Crowley said, making his exit.
"Gabriel, relax, sit. Otherwise we're going to have to sedate you."
"Oh yeah, and just let you take my brother, not a chance."
The auctioneer sighed. "Boys, you know the drill," he said to the guards and excited the room. Gabriel charged at the first guard, startling him. He got in a good kick to the legs bringing him down to the floor before delivering another hard kick to the head, knocking him out cold. He felt a guard grab either of his wings, pulling them down roughly. He heard a terrible, almost ripping, noise and felt pain shoot threw his whole right wing.
Gabe screamed at the pain and desperately flapped his right wing, trying to shake them off. He felt the last guard jammed his knee into Gabe's back, trying to deliver the sedative.
"Castiel, run!" Gabe yelled. He heard Cas' tennis shoes hit the floor and then the sound of him running down the hall. He heard the auctioneer call something out and then he heard Cas absolutely shrieking. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and there was sounds of a loud scuffle in the hall.
Gabriel began to fight the men holding him down with renewed vigor.
"GABRIEL!" Castiel screamed.
"CAS!" He felt a hard pinch in the side of his neck. He screamed in frustration, using all the energy he had left to raise his wing and fling one of the guards into the wall. Gabriel was beginning to feel groggy, the world around him becoming fuzzy.
"It setting in?" He heard one guard ask as his struggles became weaker.
"Yeah, I think so," he heard the other reply. Hands untangled themselves from his feathers but didn't relieve the pain. He listened for noise in the hall but heard nothing. No screaming Cas, which was even worse than if he had been screaming. He failed to get Cas out, now his little brother was going to lose his voice because of him…
Gabriel tried to catch his breath, which was unrealistically hard. He felt so weak, and there was a terrible pain in his wing, like someone had just cut through his feathers and skin.
"Dammit, Gregory tore his wing."
Yeah, that would explain it.
"Oh damn, that a long fucking tear, that's going to need a bunch of stitches."
That was the last thing he heard before the sedatives pulled him under.
He awoke to an uncomfortable pulling sensation on his right wing. He instinctively tried to pull it away.
"Hold it down at the joint," he heard a man say quietly. He felt a sudden pressure on his upper back, someone's cold hands holding his wing down. He was too tired to fight it. Whatever was in those sedatives they created, it was kicking his ass. For a long while he paid all his attention to what they were doing to his wings. They were pulling a few feathers out, probably trying to mend that gash he assumed. He winced at each feather pulled out. The last one he pulled out was particularly painful and he hissed and tried to pull his shoulder up and was confused when he couldn't. That was when he felt the straps. One on each of his wrists and ankles, on across his back, beneath and below his wings. Three vertical straps holding down his left wing and just one over the tip of his right so they could fix the cut. He felt another particularly painful pull as they removed another feather. He hissed in a breath and jerked a bit. He felt the person holding his wing down push just a bit harder.
"Okay, that was the last one Gabriel, I'm going to clean the cut now."
He felt some relief as he felt a cool liquid drip across the cut, the liquid lessening the strong burning sensation of the cut. Then the liquid began to burn and sting, raising in intensity. Gabriel's eyes flew open at the pain.
"Owowowowow! Fuck!" He said, trying the hardest he had yet to pull his wing away. Once again the guard holding his wing down increased the pressure he delivered to his shoulder to hold him down.
"Sorry, that stuff really stings. It'll stop in a few seconds."
The burning did go down and he finally got a good look at the man working on him. He was young, no older than thirty. He had brown-blond hair and cool blue eyes. He wore a pair of blue surgical gloves and a white lab coat; Adam Milligan printed near the collar.
"I'm going to put a numbing cream on and start stitching it. I'm going to need you to stay as still as possible," Adam said.
"Yeah, whatever you say," Gabriel said groggily, closing his eyes again.
Gabe heard a door open on the other side of the room.
"He awake?" He heard Crowley ask. And like a shit ton of bricks he was hit with another thought. Cas. Where the hell was Cas?
"Yeah, just barely though," Adam said. "Try not to rile him up to much, I can't really have him moving right now."
Gabriel turned his head to look at Crowley.
"Where is my brother?" Gabriel asked less menacing then he had intended. Crowley looked at his watch before sitting down in a chair a few feet away from Gabriel.
"Almost in surgery to get his cords snipped I would assume."
One thing people had to understand about Gabriel was that he was a proud angel. He was an Archangel after all. He never begged or groveled, it just wasn't something he did. Until now.
"Please, Crowley please. I am begging you, don't do this to him. He's never done anything wrong. He was just scared, he doesn't usually act like that. Just give him a chance."
Crowley leaned in close to Gabriel. "Listen good now. I'm going to break the both of you. And the littlest one will be easiest. I don't need to hear him begging and whining. But you, you're an archangel. I want to hear you scream and moan for me when I finally break you."
They both gave each other a long stare.
"That, will never happen."
"Oh it will. Believe me Gabriel, I'm not cruel. I'm actually quiet sympathetic, but only if you listen to me and don't
fight it, once you start disobeying me, that's when I'll get mean. I hope you both learn that early on. It'll make it much easier on all of us.
Crowley shoved Gabe into the back off his car. It was too small and there was no comfortable place to put his injured wings. The clipping had hurt worse than having his wings sewn. Unlike birds all his feathers were blood feathers so it hurt like hell and now the bottoms of his cut wings were covered in bandages to stem the blood flow. He was just waiting for Crowley to bring Cas out. They had been at the auction house for over seven hours now and Cas had just gotten out of surgery forty-five minutes before.
The car door was suddenly jerked open and a sleepy Castiel was pushed into the back of the car with Gabriel.
"Cas," Gabe said quietly and pulled him into a hug. After the quick hug he pushed Castiel back a bit to get a look at him. His wings were trimmed like his, and a thick layer of white gauze was wrapped loosely around the base of his throat.
Gabe looked up at Cas' sleepy face. Tears were already streaming down his cheeks. His lips were moving, and no sound was coming out.
Gabe didn't know how to read lips but he did recognize that Cas was trying to say his name. Cas reached out to him, just wanting to be held. Gabriel, not wanting to deny poor Cas in his most needed time, pulled him close and cradled his head to his chest.
"It's okay Cas. Everything's going to be okay. I love you."
Gabriel felt his mouth 'I love you, too.' Against his new t-shirt that Crowley had so graciously (insert sarcasm) had supplied.
The front door of the car slammed and causing both boys to startle and looked up towards Crowley. He pulled on a pair of dark shades and looked back at the two miserable angels.
"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives."
A/N: I really hope you guys like it. :) I'll update soon.
Reveiws are better than scared angels.
Lots of love
~July Falconeri
