Castiel stared at his shaking hands wondering if he they would ever become still again. The shaking was so bad it rattled his whole body. What had he ever done to anyone to deserve this living hell he was in now?
He was so thirsty, the stupid monsters threw him in a cage but didn't give him food or water.
He sat in the cage alone, staring at his hands. The shaking had started a little under a hour ago, right after one of his cruel captors had injected a needle into his throat, telling him to relax.
Relax? How could he relax? He new exactly what became of his Angel people when they were captured by the demons. When they were taken from the warm, comforting confines of the forest, and brought into far away villages and towns to be sold into slavery. If only he hadn't wandered from the forest and gotten lost for days, unable to find food or a water source, if only the demons hadn't found him in his weakened state, he could be home right now snuggled in his nest with Gabriel, Balthazar, and Anna and so many more he missed. Michael had warned them not to wander, and Castiel being the absent minded fledgling, even know he was practically a grown man in human years, wandered foolishly off exploring, unable to find his way home.
Stories varied from there, some of which were probably greatly exaggerated. For his own sake Castiel hoped so, but he wasn't one for luck, looking at the situation he was in now.
Castiel's vision started to dim around the edges, and his senses started dimming, although not enough that he couldn't hear footsteps approach his small prison. Castiel tried to bring his wings up to shield him from his captors view, but they were sluggish and slow and they felt so much heavier then usual. The pitch black feathers were ruffled in the back and looked disturbed, Castiel only wished he had someone here to help him groom them.
There was two of them, a young blond women and a tall skinny man. The demons then started to communicate, although he did not know their language, so he had no idea what they were saying.
The long skinny one started the conversation "Caught this one way down south, really rare for the conditions it was living under."
The blond women nodded her head and smiled innocently, but Castiel felt his feathers stand on end at the smugness in it.
"He's absolutely exceptional, when will that drug you gave him take full effect so we can get him prepped and on the platform for Crowley to auction off?"
The long skinny one shook his head while looking at Castiel, who couldn't help but feel a very animalistic growl build deep within his chest.
"Well, we'd have to weed whack those suckers..." The skinny man pointed to Castiel's wings.
The blond women looked absolutely furious at that comment and gave the skinny man a glare "We aren't touching the wings you moron! The wings make him stand out and look more erotic, it's the first thing the buyers see" she snarled
"We'll, then if were keeping him like that we can get him prepped and up on market By tomorrow. The blond women seemed pleased by what her companion had said and nodded to herself while she looked up and down Castiel's body. Castiel flinched under the scrutiny.
Then the smile disappeared from the women's face and turned to something like concern, which Castiel could of have laughed at in that moment if his throat wasn't so dry.
"Is he suppose to be shaking like that?" the blond women asked the skinny man.
The skinny man just stared at Castiel, a look of confusion on his face for about 7 seconds.
"ALISTAIR!" The blond women shouted growing impatient and wanting an answer.
"Uh...No, not really, no." The skinny man...Alistair...replied hesitantly.
"How much did you give him you fool!?" The blond sounded furious.
"Well, enough to just dim him, not knock him out, I think he just needs a bit of water so the drugs set in correctly, I'll be right back, you can open the cage up while I go get some. He shouldn't be a threat" Alistair replied while walking away.
The blond just sighed heavily while getting what looked like a leather collar and what looked like a leash from a near bye table.
Castiel felt his heart beat raise at that jester, everything inside him screamed: No! Threat! Danger!
The blond got a key out of her purse that matched the small red dress she was wearing.
This was it! He could easily overpower her once she opened that door and fly off to freedom! Perfect!
She opened the door, but Castiel couldn't find himself to stand up, never mind manage to flap his wings.
She smiled venomously, and Castiel hated her. Well he already hated her, but now he despised her.
"Well look at you, all looks and no brains." She laughed. He tried to stand but his bones were so weak and his vision was all over the place, his head spinning, that the next thing he knew was that his knees were buckling.
"Woah." The blond caught him before he hit the floor of his cell.
"Easy suger, Ain't no one round here gonna pay for damaged goods"
Castiel tried to bite her hand but his movements were slow and uncoordinated.
The energy of it alone made him go limp in her grasp panting.
The blond realized that he tried to nip at her but brushed it off, and layed him carefully on the ground carefull of the wings.
He looked up, unseeing, his vision was absolutely horrible now and he was so so so thirty.
She held up the leather collar for Castiel to see.
"I know it is a dull match comparing to how gorgeous you are, but its just temporary until we get you to the prepping room, where we can make you even more pretty then you already are." She smiled as she fastened the black leather band close around his neck, only room for two fingers in between. He couldn't help the low growl that erupted from deep inside his chest, but if she noticed, she didn't show it.
The collar was itchy, and it already felt like it would chafe the delicate flesh of his neck.
Just then Alistair returned with what looked like a long baby bottle full of crystal clear water sloshing in it. Castiel felt his mouth water as Alistair entered the cage and kneeled next to the blond women. He pushed the nub past Castiel's cracked lips and Castiel felt heaven erupt into his mouth. He sucked greedily, not even caring when another demon entered the cage and the blond left.
Alistairs attention was on the new demon now, as Castiel sucked greedily on the nub of the bottle as if his life depended on it, finding that he was humming in contentment.
"Here lemme see the bottle Al, Lilith's got a whole list of things you can play with rather then pretty boy here." She smirked and kneeled next to Castiel.
Alistair sighed and nodded and got up without hesitation.
"Well Meg, If you insist he smiled, and Castiel felt chills go down his spine."
Castiel felt better in the decrease in number of demons in his small prison now and focused fully on getting every last ounce waste water into him until there was nothing left.
The feeling that overcame him was powerful, every emotion angels had were heightened already, it was in their blood to have extreamly fragile emotions, and the emotion Castiel held within him set his skin on fire, a combination of anger and frustration and all the negative feelings combined. Castiel had never felt it before, but he had a pretty well guess of what it was. Hate. Pure, dreadful, hate. Castiel had never guessed he would hate anything as much as he hated demons right now.
Castiel whined when he felt the bottle was empty, he felt tears come to his eyes in desperation, He had enough to satisfy the thirst but he still craved water, water was life. Water was everything. Although the shaking had ceased for now, which was a plus, Castiel still felt fatigue.
"Meg turned the bottle upside down and bit her lip. Well, looks like that s' all for now Clarence."
Castiel frowned at the name.
Meg clicked the leash onto the leather collar and smiled
Megs hands roamed over Castiels milk white skin feeling the frail bones underneath.
Castiel was still achy and malnourished, and couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips.
"Your so frail and slim...Geez, when's the last time you ate?"
Castiel somehow understood that phrase, he caught words like when, and ate.
Castiel grew up around his own kind speaking Enochian, not the words the demons spoke which sounded harsh to the ears.
Honestly he had no clue when was the last time he ate, he had been waundering for days, because the flock was always moving, he had lost his way to them.
Another demon came in then...(How many were there?) this one had yellow eyes that made Castiel want to just crawl in a hole and never come out.
"Oh, hey Azazel" Meg smiled looking surprised
"Didn't know you were working today crazy kid" he winked
"Yeah, Lilith's being a bitch, and I had to come in early since we got special merchandise in store." Meg smirked gesturing to Castiel who had managed to turn his limbs so he was curled in on himself on the floor making himself small as possible. His wings pressed flat against his back and over his thighs protecting his nakedness.
Azazel looked down at Castiel, Castiel looked away, unable to keep eye contact with those eyes.
Azazel sneered looking back at Meg "Well, better get him in the washer room to get cleaned up."
"You can't put him though power wash like the rest though." Meg said seriously
Azazel looked confused "Yeah, and why the Hell not?"
Meg sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.
"He's clearly malnourished and weak, and he's frail as hell, and Lilith gave me direct instructions to handle this one with care, since he's gonna be worth some serious doe, we already got customers line'in up."
Azazel sneered " So what? He's got rare wings, doesn't mean he's gonna be the mother load, it takes more then wings to sell Meg."
Meg clucked her toungue " Aw Yellow Eyes,really you only see the glass half empty here, he's gonna be georgeous when he gets back to him optimum health. Just a glance at that innocent face and customers will be begging to give us money." She smiled. "More he sells, the momoney net we get"
Azazel smirked "Fine I'll put 'em through gentle wash and I'll groom the damb thing myself, sound good?"
Meg smiled "Thanks because if Clarence here gets damaged, it's my ass."
"Yeah, yeah, and we all know how much you like your ass don't we Meg?" Azazel chuckled as he lifted Castiel's limp body off the floor and walked out of the cage to one of the barns which was next to A bigger establishment, that read in simple English "Auction House" unfortunately Castiel knew what that meant and shivered viciously but still couldn't move since the drug had perilized him.
When they entered the barn, Castiel could smell that tons of his own kind had been here, there were feathers of different colors everywhere littering the floor.
"Guess what Doll face, you'r the last one today, all the other pretty angels are in the coop for tonight." Azazel talked as he worked, fastening leather cuffs around Castiels wrist and hooking it to a chain from the ceiling which was on a rail. arms were raised above his head. Castiel groaned at the position his limbs were in since he was already so achy.
Castiel was absolutely terrified, and then petrified when Azazel got out of eye view for a moment, only to return a moment later with a hose and a bar of soap.
Castiel hung a good foot off the cement floor, and his dark wings dropped with exhaustion.
Azazel put the soap and hose down and got a rag And tied it around Castiels head, so he was unable to see anything, which caused his heart beat to raise dramatically.
"Shhhhh, Shhhh doll face, you're gonna give yourself a heartattack" Azazel petted Castiels ribs, which protruded from his body since he had barely any meat on him at all.
The Notion was actually calming from a Demon, but did not prevent how uncomfortable Castiel felt while being naked and blindfolded, and not able to do a God damn thing about it.
Then he felt a gentle spray of water touch his skin which sent the angel into shock, it was ice cold, and Castiel cried out.
"That's right doll face." Azazel hissed
"Everyone's home for tonight so it's just you and me"
Castiel was shaking again, uncontrollably, with the little power in his body he could muster he tried to shy away from the hose, but there was no escape, he was completely bound.
The water stopped, and Castiel felt relief of the chilling water to be away from him, the irony of how much he would have killed for water earlier too.
Azazel sounded like he was soaping up his hands, and then his hand started scrubbing all around Castiel roughly, even in his private areas.
Castiel felt hot tears on his cold skin as he whimpered pitifully, and started crying out in Enochian "STOP!" "STOP!" Because it hurt! But the touch did not lighten up and Castiel was in pain.
For what seemed like forever later the touch lightened up and disappeared all together, and then he was showered down with the same freezing water.
Azazel finally removed the blindfold so Castiel could see.
Castiel was shaking so hard, he thought he might empty his bladder right then and there because of the pure fear he was under.
Azael worked on his wings with much more care, Thank The Lord, then he did with his body. Making sure the brushes went through the greece and oil that Azazel applied gradually to the wings as he groomed them, making them shiny and beautiful again, it felt nice...at first.
When Azazel started plucking feathers Castiel started screaming in agony, even though the ones he plucked were just stray feathers, they still hurt like Hell.
When Azazel came into view again Castiel could hardly make out his face his eyes were watering so hard. Azazel looked like he could give a damn less, this was probably daily routine for him.
Azazel stepped back to admire his handy work.
"You look pretty when you cry you know that?" Azazel said in Enochian, his face totally serious.
So he did understand Enochian, meaning when Castiel was screaming stop It wasnt that he didnt understand, he just ignored him and didn't care.
Castiel controlled his tears long enough to ask "Why?" He sniffled, his voice sounding so weak to his own ears.
Azazel shook his head.
"You don't get to ask questions doll face."
Castiels eyebrows furrowed, and Azazel sighed deeply.
" Don't you get it doll face? You don't belong to you anymore, you are property of Liliths auction house until we sell you off to the highest bidder, because you are property, nothing more, nothing less."
Azazel was just confirming what Castiel already knew but that didn't make it less painful, he felt his heart clench painfully.
Azazel didn't say another word after that, he just unhooked Castiels bonds and carried him to a small cage in the auction house, where Azazel removed Castiel's collar and put a choke tight diamond collar on that covered the whole length of his neck.
Castiel was so exhausted he couldn't find himself to protest.
Azazel petted Castiel's hair smiling and looking up and down the body he just groomed as Castiel stared off to the side into space.
"You could gain some weight, but there is no doubt, you are beautiful." Azazel whispered his hand lingering on the diamond collar he had put on Castiel.
"These are real diamonds doll face, every single one, so try not to damage them hmm?"
With that Azazel left and locked the door behind him, and Castiel layed in the darkness, waiting for what tomorrow would bring.
