Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of characters that will be portrayed in this fic, especially Castiel
Full Summary: Everything he ever believed in changed at the drop of a hat when he saw the angel being dragged out of his cage against his will by the guards. Something in his gut pulled and twisted, telling him to act on instinct. In all of his life, Dean Winchester never expected that he would be one to save an angel from certain death. An angel who Dean finds out is rebellious and hateful, yet terrified and emotionally damaged on the inside.
Rating: M AU, Slash, Dean/Cas wing!kink
Warning! This fic shall be rated M for mature audiences only. If you cant handle reading homosexual relations between a human and an angel then you better turn away now and find something else to read. There will be plenty of strong language, violence and adult situations involving guy-on-angel smex, lol
A/N: Hello guys! Welcome to my second Destiel fanfic. I know some of you are looking forward to reading more of my first one that I posted, but im stuck hella bad on that one. I didn't have it all figured out, and that's not a good thing lol anyways, I hope you all enjoy this one. :D and I hope that you guys review this for me. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, but flaming and bashing the pairing or the story at all is unacceptable! Have fun my fellow readers, and don't forget to RnR!
_Deliver Us From Evil_
Chapter 1
For Dean Winchester, things in life were just great right now. After moving out of his younger brothers place, he moved into his own apartment and has been living there for well over a year now. He has a steady job working at the local bar and occasionally he helps out his uncle Bobby at his salvage yard. Bobby pays him for Dean's work even when he would refuse the pay. Besides, he thought that Dean needed it more than himself even though he was getting paid rather well at where he worked.
For Dean, this really was the life. He could sit and relax whenever he wanted to without having Gigantor hounding him for every little thing. He could even invite a 'special' friend over whenever he wanted to without the odd looks coming from his brother. Dean was living the simple life, and he was enjoying every minute of it.
Sam of course didn't really think so. Sam had always harped on his older brother about what he should and shouldn't do with his life. It irritated Dean to no end. It was partially why Dean had moved out and on his own too. Him and Sam got into arguments about it and so finally, Dean chose that once he has the money he is going to move out. And that's exactly what he did too. That was one of Dean's pet peeves, he can't stand it when people tell him what he can and cannot do.
They made up though like they always eventually did. Dean knew that Sam was only trying to look out for his older brother and make sure that he wasn't going to go down a bad path or anything. It was kind of endearing in a way, but it grated on Dean's nerves more than anything. It went both ways thought, Dean always worried about Sam just as much as Sam worries about him.
Dean sighed contentedly and leaned back in his seat, taking a swig of his beer. He had just gotten off work and now was the time to sit and relax. It had been a very long day at the Roadhouse and he was glad to finally get some rest. He set his beer down on the end table next to him and leaned back, closing his eyes.
His moment of silence didn't last too long though. It was almost midnight and some jackass had decided that it was okay to call him, his ringer jolting his eyes open.
"God Damnit." Dean sighed in slight frustration. He grabbed his phone from the end table and looked at the screen. It was Sam that was calling; which happened to be the third time that night that he called. Reluctantly he flipped open his phone and answered it, might as well because chances are Sam might try to call again right after.
"Hello." Dean rubbed his eyes and sat forward on the couch.
"Dean! 'Bout time you answer me."
"Dude, I've been working all night. It was busy and I couldn't answer my phone. Hell I didn't even notice that you called. What do you want?"
"Oh yeah, sorry about that." Dean could hear Sam chuckling lightly on the other end of the line. "Well, you know about that job that I was telling you about like last week right?"
"Oh, yeah sure what about it?"
"Well, I had my second interview today and they decided to hire me right on the spot!" Sam was obviously rather excited about this. He's wanted to work at the pet store for the longest time. Dean had to stifle a laugh every time he heard his younger brother talk about it, because actually, that's what it really was; a pet store. That's what Dean called it at least. It was actually called 'Zachariah's Exotic Bird Cage'.
The Bird Cage was ran by an older man named Zachariah, who captured and sold angels and the occasional demon to wealthy buyers. Many people endorsed it, and others thought that it was nothing but a 'slave home'. Dean was biased on the matter; he didn't see much point in buying an angel or a demon to do their work for them. The people who bought these 'pets' were absolutely more than capable of working for themselves. On the other hand, there wasn't anything that he could do. He was really in no place to judge or do anything about it.
"So you got the job? Well damn Sammy, I never actually thought that you would get it. Usually that place is a bit picky on who they're going to hire right?"
"Yeah! I'm actually quite surprised too. I have been wanting to work there for as long as I can remember." Dean could imagine the huge grin plastered on his brother's face.
"Well, I'm happy for ya. When are they going to get you started at the place?" Dean stood up with the empty bottle in hand and tossed it in the recycling bin.
"They are having me start on Monday. They are most likely going to start me working with the maintenance crew. Y'know, cleaning up the storage rooms, old empty cages and even occupied cages as well. God, I cant wait Dean, this is great."
Dean sat back down on the couch. "Well that's great Sammy. Let me know what its like after your first day."
"Yeah, no problem Dean."
"Well, I guess I'll talk to you later man. I'm beat."
"Okay. Goodnight Dean." "Goodnight." Dean hung up and tossed his cell phone on the coffee table in front of him. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands suddenly feeling even more exhausted than before the phone call. With a yawn, he stood up and sauntered into his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. He had the day off the next morning, so he didn't bother much with changing into pajamas. As soon as he hit his pillow Dean fell into a deep dreamless sleep. He didn't plan on waking up until late afternoon just like he always did the nights before his days off. ..::Destiel::..It's been about two weeks now since the city officials found him, battered and bruised in a dark alley in the middle of the night. His owner violated him and left him there alone in the rain. He could remember the pain, there was so much pain, and thinking about it now was making his stomach churn. The only vaguely good thing that came out of that whole experience was that he was never going to see that man ever again. But that didn't stop the nightmares from assaulting him every night.
The angel sat on his bed, which wasn't much of a bed. It was just a standard mattress and box spring set in a metal bed frame. There was nothing special about it. Even the blanket that he was given wasn't much either. But that didn't matter, that's where his giant black wings came in, although tattered a bit, but they still worked a lot better than that flimsy blanket.
He sat there, huddled in the corner on his bed, watching as guards walked past his cage, either alone, with another angel or with a human that was looking to buy. He dreaded whenever someone would stop by and peer into his cage. He always got this intense sense of dread wash over him when they stared at him, often times with disgust as they discovered that he was beaten all to hell. There were bruises all over his body, the biggest and ugliest one covering a good portion of his right side.
This was his second time being caged in this side of the enormous building. The first time he ever came here, he was placed in the more pleasant section of the building where angels and demons were treated more fairly. That's where most people went when they wanted to buy an expensive pet.
Of course, once bought, there was always that hidden fear in every creature that they were going to be given back to the company. It was pretty much the same excuse for everyone. They just got tired of them being around. And because of that, they were thrown into the 'used' pets section. The prices were knocked down to a more reasonable price being that they were previously owned, so people can still make a good purchase.
The more times you are brought back, the lower the price gets. It's good for the customers, but not good for the angels or the demons. If the dealers feel that the price for a pet has gone too low or has been left out in stock for too long, then that pet will be deemed worthless and assumed that no one will ever want to purchase them since they are just used goods. And unfortunately for the poor creatures, they are taken out of their cages and sent to a new facility in the next town over where they are either executed and thrown out, or harvested and sent to work depending on their condition.
Being thrown into this section a second time scared the poor angel. He had no idea what would ever become of him in the end, and not being certain of your own future in this environment scared him to death. He didn't want to stay here any longer, but he also didn't want to risk being sent to a new home full of humans who abuse him. He never understood how humans could be so cruel and to treat him and his kin the way that they do.
Life wasn't always like this. There was once upon a time where angels and demons lived in peace. There was nothing ever to fear about. Everyone was free to do as they pleased without worry. The angel smiled to himself, reminiscing about how great life used to be before all of this. He hated it. Every time he allowed himself to drift back in time, his eyes would sting with fresh tears.
He truly did hate mankind.
..::Destiel::..
It was a fairly busy night tonight. The Roadhouse had its regulars and then it had its newcomers, wasn't too stressful. Dean was busy wiping down the counters when a familiar face walked in and sat in the stool on the other side of the bar.
Dean looked up to see his brother sitting there. "Oh, hey Sammy. What are you doing here? You want a beer?"
Sam smiled and nodded his head. "I just got off of work and thought I would stop by."
Dean filled up a glass with beer and handed it to his brother. "So what is it like working there by the way. I've always heard rumors about the place, but uh, now that your actually working there I can know for sure." Dean smiled.
Sam quickly took a sip of the alcoholic beverage and set it down. "Oh it's great, at least so far right now. I love being a part of this big organization, it makes me feel important."
Dean chuckled shaking his head. "Dude, you are working with the maintenance crew. As far as I know, you guys are a bit low on the whole hierarchy of the place."
"That may be a bit true, but we still get paid really good money for what we do. The Bird Cage is a big business, it makes a lot of money, especially now-a-days."
Dean simply nodded. He took a couple of dirty glasses that were left on the counter and began to clean them, wiping them down with a clean cloth. He looked up to the entrance of the bar as the door opened and in walked an owner of a rather young looking redheaded angel. Her white wings were smaller than many of the other angels he has seen around town. In human years, she couldn't have been more than fourteen years old.
Dean watched them as he continued to clean the glasses. Her owner was a big burly man who looked to be in his late forties. And unfortunately, the man was pulling her along with rope tied around her wrists, looking for a good place to sit and ordering her around the whole time. The man looked scary and Dean felt sorry for the poor girl. No one should be treated like that, no matter what species or race you are; it was cruel.
Dean sighed and looked away from the crowd. "Sammy, I know you enjoy working there and all, but I don't really approve of the whole business. I mean I've seen plenty of angels and demons being treated like absolute trash around here."
Sam just smiled. "That doesn't really have anything to do with the company though. The company just sells the creatures to anyone who wants to buy. Whatever goes on between owner and pet is really none of the companies concern or anyone else's for that matter."
He understood what his brother was trying to say, but that didn't stop Dean from feeling absolutely terrible for all the creatures that were bought from Zachariah's Exotic Bird Cage. Many that he has seen has been treated rather poorly, some being beaten in public by their owners. And no one around would lift a finger to help. It was just like Sam had said; whatever goes on between owner and pet is really no ones business. It was just the way society was today unfortunately. Sometimes, Dean really wished that there were something that he could do to help stop the abuse, but he was only one person unfortunately.
"Look, if you're so worried about me working there, why don't you let me take you on a tour of place?"
"Wait what?"
"Yeah. My first day off is in the next few days and I could easily give you a tour of the place, maybe change your mind about it." Sam gave his older brother his trademark puppy dog smile.
"Really? God, I don't know Sam. I'm kind of busy these next few days."
"C'mon Dean. Just take a personal day off or something. Besides, you have been working too much lately. This could be good. You've never been there right?"
Dean shook his head. "No I haven't. But I don't see why I need to go visit the place."
"Well, to get a better understanding of the place or something. Besides, I kind of want to show off the place anyways." Sam chuckled and took another sip of his beer.
"Dude, you haven't even worked there for a full week yet and you're talking about me getting a better understanding of the place?" Dean shook his head, wiping down the counter. "A big company like that I'm sure has it's fair share of secrets."
"So? Let me just show you the place okay? That is all that I'm asking, nothing more and nothing less." Dean sighed, when Sam got something on his mind that he wanted to do, he wasn't going to stop at all. Hence the reason why he got the job in the first place, he has been trying to get hired by the company for the longest time.
The oldest brother took a few seconds to think this over in his mind. Even though Dean was against the whole entirety of Zachariah's Exotic Bird Cage, there really wasn't anything wrong with going for a simple tour. So with that known fact and the puppy dog eyes his younger brother was currently giving him, Dean gave in.
"Fine." He said with a sigh.
Sam smiled and stood up from his seat, digging into his back pocket to fish out his wallet. "Awesome! So uh, yeah, just call in sick or something." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and opened his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill and set it down on top of the counter.
"Yeah, sure." Dean wasn't all that excited about the upcoming trip in the next couple of days, but if it made Sam happy and made him shut up about it, then he might as well get it done and over with. He took the bill off of the counter and placed it in his front pocket pouch along with all the other tips he got from his customers.
"See ya Dean." Sam waved to his older brother before heading out of the door with a smile on his face. Dean waved back quickly before turning to tend to the other customers that sat themselves at the bar. He had a couple of hours left before he got to head home and crash into his warm bed that's been calling for him since he got up this morning. He couldn't wait.
..::Destiel::..
He awoke the next morning to the sound of jingling keys and the door to his cage sliding open. He looked up from the feathers of his wings and peered over at the door to his cage to see two people step in, one a guard and the other a man dressed in a long white doctors coat and carrying a suitcase. He recoiled, scooting back into the corner as the man in white approached his bed.
"Castiel? My name is Dr. Cornwall, and I'm going to be checking on your injuries today." He knelt down beside Castiel's bed and set his suitcase on an unoccupied space of the bed.
Castiel looked between the doctor before him and the guard who had just closed the door shut, unsure of what he should do.
"Its okay Castiel, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to check you over and see how well you are recovering." Said angel hesitated, but turned around to face Dr. Cornwall and let his legs hang over the edge of the bed. His arms hung loosely at his sides, and being without a shirt, the dark bruise on his side presented itself like a neon sign.
"Oh wow." The doctors' eyes widened. "Well, I don't see much of a difference but it does appear to have gone down in size." He used his pointer finger to indicate to the angel the size difference. As Castiel glanced down his muscles tensed up the closer the doctors' hand got to the large bruise. He hated when he had to get a check up, sometimes he felt like a science experiment with everyone poking and prodding at him.
A low growl emanated from deep in his throat as a warning to Dr. Cornwall. He was touching the bruise, and in certain places it was actually starting to hurt. Castiel cringed, gripping the sheets in attempts to try and control him self. Finally the doctor turned his attention away from the bruise and began to open up his suitcase full of medical equipment.
"Okay Castiel, now, if we are going to land you an owner who is willing to take care of you and put up with you, I'm going to have to wrap up this bruise so that no potential buyer sees it." Dr. Cornwall dug through his suitcase and grabbed the gauze that sat in there. He tore it out of the package and began to unravel it.
"I'm going to need you to lift up your arms so that I can get it around you." He held out the bandage as Castiel lifted his arms with slight hesitation. The angel didn't say a word while his abdomen was being wrapped up. He kept quiet and waited as patiently as he could for when the doctor will tell him that he was finally going to leave. But that didn't come when the doctor was finished wrapping him up.
"Okay, so now I'm going to need to take a look at your wings." At those words, fear quickly flashed through Castiel's eyes, and just as quickly as that came, anger came to take its place.
"No!" He warned in a rather stern and livid tone. Instinct quickly took over and he backed himself away from the doctor and further into the corner. But the doctor wouldn't have that at all; he grew irritated with the angel and came after him.
"Castiel! You need to cooperate!" Dr. Cornwall grabbed a hold of the angel's wrists and began to pull him off of the bed, but not without struggle. Castiel fought with everything he had, he was tired of everyone touching his wings. He warned everyone to not touch them, but no one will listen to him. No one ever listens to a word that he has to say, let alone the other angels and demons in this facility.
"Let me go!" Castiel growled with anger and kicked the doctor in the stomach, sending him flying backwards into the oncoming guards. The angel quickly jumped to his feet and flexed out his wings in defense, making him self appear a lot bigger than he really is. Castiel had lost it and he was pissed. His life has revolved around this God forsaken slave cage for far too long, and Castiel has had enough. He didn't care what it took, he wanted out of there.
"C'mon! I dare you." The angel challenged. That's when the guards rushed towards him, tackling him and pinning him to the bed. Castiel struggled but with the extra guards holding him down he couldn't do a single thing. He calmed down just a little and looked up to see Dr. Cornwall walking towards him with a syringe in his hand.
"Castiel…You shouldn't have done that. I'm afraid you aren't going to be so lucky from now on after this little act you just pulled." The look on the man's face sent shivers of fear down his spine. He struggled some more to get free, but failed. The doctor got closer to him and held out the syringe.
"Now sleep." And without much of a warning, Dr. Cornwall stuck Castiel in the neck with the needle. The angel's eyes widened and he took in a deep breath of air before everything around him went black. The last thing that he remembered seeing was the evil look in the doctors eyes, they were filled with malevolent intent. That's when he came to fully realize that he had actually done some serious damage to his future.
..::Destiel::..
There was a loud knocking on the door that jumped Dean out of his TV-watching trance, so he stood up and walked towards the door. "Alright, alright. I'm coming." He walked over to his apartment door and peered through the small peephole to see that his younger brother Sam was standing there waiting for him to open the door.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked as soon as he opened the door to let Sam inside.
Sam chuckled. "Don't play dumb Dean, you know damn well why I'm here."
"Oh shit, yeah I remember now. Thanks for reminding me Sammy. You want a beer?"
"No thanks. We should get going. C'mon, we are taking my car." Sam made his way back out of the door, but his older brother stopped him.
"Oh hell no we aren't."
Sam turned around. "What are you talking about?"
"Hold on just a sec." Dean turned around, leaving Sam standing there at the door. Sam waited until he came back with his leather jacket that he has had for years and his car keys.
"There is only one way I am going to allow you to take me on this 'tour' against my will, and that's only if we take my car." He grinned, holding up his keys and indicating that he was serious about this.
Sam sighed not wanting to deal with his brother's antics much longer. "Ugh…okay fine. Lets go." They locked up the apartment and headed outside to Dean's prized 67 black Chevy Impala. Sam had to admit, it was a beautiful car and it was obvious that Dean took great care of it too. The car sat in its space, shining in the sun with a gleam that said it was recently washed. Dean grinned to himself upon opening up the car door, seeing his baby shine in the afternoon sun always seemed to put a smile on his face.
Dean stepped into the Impala and closed the door when he saw that his younger brother was going through a white plastic crate full of old cassette tapes.
"I swear to God man, you have got to update your cassette tape collection."
Dean looked at Sam, confused and wondering where the hell his brother was getting at. "Why?"
"Well, for one, they are cassette tapes. And two…" Sam began to pick out one tape at a time to help prove his point. "Black Sabbath. Motor head? Metallica?"
Dean's eyebrows lifted and his eyes light up in a way that said 'Hm, This would be a good opportunity to piss off Sammy.' So he grabbed the Metallica tape from his brother's hand studied it for a second before setting it back in the crate and picking out a different cassette tape instead.
"It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock." Sam said it as if it was the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard. He has never been much of a fan of the older music that Dean liked to listen to. Some of it was okay, sure. But once you get in the car with Dean Winchester you will soon regret it for he is well known for playing a single tape multiple times over the course of an entire trip.
"Yeah, well, house rules Sammy." Dean places the tape into the tape player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." And with that, he tossed the tape's case back into the crate and turned up the volume on his stereo, ready to blast "Back in Black" by AC/DC.
"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. Its Sam, okay?"
"I'm sorry, cant hear ya, music is too loud." Dean chuckled and started the car just as the opening to "Back in Black" began to blast through the speakers. Sam just simply rolled his eyes and stared out the windshield as Dean pulled out of the driveway and in no time there were on their way to The Bird Cage.
A/N: Hey guys. So what did you all think of the first chapter? I'm actually rather content with how this chapter came out, but I would really love to hear all of your feedback. :D so please, review! It makes me happy hearing what you all have to say. Anyways, I'm going to post this real quick, and then go watch a horror movie that I bought today lol The Blair Witch 2. Never seen it before haha. Anyways, see ya!