Author Notes: Okay guys! This is my first story so be gentle! Things to know is that Cas's father died last year, and he is ten years old, and so is Dean! Ok, short and sweet notes, enjoy!
Castiel dipped his bare foot into the cool water of the fountain which was in the middle of the garden, the wild erotic flowers blooming all over the place, making vibrant colors flood your vision the moment you entered. This was the one place Castiel knew his father demanded to be kept perfect at all times, even after his passing.
Castiel pulled up his white dress like robe so that it would not get wet, for if it did, Castiel didn't think the maids would like redressing him in the middle of the day.
Castiel pulled his large black wings closer to his body, sitting down on the edge of the fountain and dipping his feet in until they were completely submerged. He leaned over from where he sat to touch the surface of the water, getting his hands good and wet before he ran them over his warm feathers, cooling his wings off from the blazing heat of the day.
Castiel looked up and around when he heard laughter, turning his neck to look behind him, only shocked to see a young boy, with a dark red slowly wagging devils tail, standing about ten feet away and smirking at him.
Castiel stood instantly in defense, quickly stepping out of the fountain and taking a stance, his wings raised high above him in a defensive position, every feather standing on end and on alert.
"D-Demon." Castiel found himself stating, his voice coming out squeaky and weak, a sad side effect of puberty. He was already ten years old, and his flight feathers hadn't even grown in yet, he hadn't even popped his knot either, and apparently his voice hadn't matured, making him sound like a baby.
It frightened Castiel, since most younger hatchlings his age had already reached maturity, but he was just the pure sign of a callow angel. Not mentally, since he knew he was intelligent as well as had his fair share of common sense, but physically he was hopeless. And to make matters worst, he was the crown Prince of the Holy Kingdom, meaning every subject of the kingdom would be waiting on him to mature...to take the throne after his older brother, Lucifer, who was the current King after his fathers death, stepped down or passed.
And now he stood in the garden, with a demon kneeled over crying in laughter, it's tail slapping the ground as it held its stomach and was on it's knees in hysteria. Castiel was suppose to protect this kingdom when he was older from this filth, demons...the enemy, and yet he couldn't even address it without it taking him as a complete joke. Castiel felt his heart sink at the sad fact of the matter.
Castiel could smell the demon from here. It smelt of old spice, and woods and fire. Nothing Castiel had ever smelt in one place before.
How a demon got on castle grounds without it being caught was beyond Castiel, but he felt fear start to grasp him from the inside as he recognized the danger of the situation. He had never seen a demon before, but he had studied many pictures. You had to learn the enemy to beat the enemy. That was always what his father would say.
Demons were bad. They hurt angels like Castiel. Hurt them bad. That was what father had taught him before he died. And father was never wrong.
Castiel crossed his small arms over his chest as he glared at the demon who was starting to compose itself now. If he ran away to his brother, Castiel knew he would never forgive himself. He needed to take a stand, to stop being afraid. If he beat this demon, he would prove to his brother that he was strong. Like his brother was when he was a hatchling.
"Y-you're not suppose to be here." Castiel said slowly, trying to keep his voice steady and not show the true fear he felt. The demon just smiled widely, standing up now, reforming its posture but still chuckling lightly. Castiel lost his breath when he recognized the shear beauty of the demon. He had fiery grass green eyes, sun kissed skin, dirty blond hair, a face full of freckles that Castiel wanted to count all day and a smile to kill for, outlined by plump feminine lips. But the long red tail ruined the possibility of Castiel making friends with the boy. For he was the enemy.
An enemy that underestimated him apparently. And that would be the fools downfall, and to Castiel's advantage.
"Geez, I heard you were cute, but...no one told me you were gorgeous." The demon said walking forward, as of it was his right.
Castiel took two large steps back on principle, until the back of his calfs were at the edge of the fountain.
"STAY BACK!" Castiel cried out, feeling his heart hammer. The demon looked bewildered, with an agape expression and wide eyes. The expression of shock.
"What's the matter? Are you...are you scared of me?" The demon asked smirking as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
"N-n-no." Castiel stuttered while quickly shaking his head.
The demon smiled widely as if in victory.
"You're scared!" The demon exclaimed as if it was suppose to be mocking. Castiel just stared at the creature, not responding.
"Geez, If your scared of me...how are you gonna carry my babies?" The demon asked with a furrowed brow in confusion. Castiel felt his heart stop in shock. He was innocent but not ignorant of the ways off life. He knew where children came from. They came from omegas. Meaning this demon was assuming that Castiel was an omega just because he hadn't matured yet. Being called an omega, especially when you were of royal blood like Castiel was, was nothing but insult.
"I'm not an omega!" Castiel exclaimed angrily, his wings flapping in irritation at this creatures assumption.
"Course you are! Why just look at you! You're my age and you look like a girl! And we're gonna have babies together, my Pa said so." The demon said proudly making anger coil through Castiel's stomach, like a snake made of ice.
Castiel couldn't believe his ears as he glared at this abomination.
"Do you know who I am?! I would never carry demon babies! Demons are evil and dirty!" Castiel spit out venomously, impressed by how angry he sounded.
The demon looked shocked before glaring.
"Whatever, think what you wanna think." The demon said bitterly, it's tail raised in rage as Castiel's wings were.
"I'm not thinking, I know! I'm not an omega! My bloodline is pure other like yours! My father said so! I'm not an omega. I'm gonna rule the land like my big brother!" He said surely.
The demon just smirked, not taking any of this seriously.
"Geez, now you sound like Sam." The demon said smiling fondly as he thought of something, making Castiel confused.
"I don't know who you think you are..." Castiel began, only to trail off when the demon took one more step forward but Castiel stayed still not knowing what to do.
"DEAN!"
Castiel looked up with wide eyes as a large...much larger...demon walked into the garden. Castiel felt the blood freeze in his veins as he watched frozen in fear as the larger demon picked up the smaller demon while shaking his head. The smaller demon instantly struggled, looking displeased.
"Pa! No!" The demon whined loudly, struggling hard in the other demons grasp.
Castiel just stared as the bigger demon put the smaller demon down, holding him still as he addressed him.
"Dean, go back to Bobby."
"But-"
"No buts. Go. Now." The bigger demon growled in a deep voice making the fine hairs on the back of Castiel's neck stand on end.
The smaller demon huffed in annoyance, glancing one last time at him with those eletric green orbs before retreating, stomping away leaving Castiel alone in the garden with the adult demon. Castiel felt his breathing grow rapid, his chest moving up and down violently in terror.
The demon was an adult, with leather and armor as well as fine blood colored robes. Its short salt and peppered beard signified it was older, and its squinted brown eyes told Castiel it was thinking something out in its head. Castiel could smell this demons scent more clearly since it was older, it's scent permeating the air and making Castiel nervous.
The adult demon stood up and took one step forward and Castiel found himself shrieking at the top of his lungs.
"LUCIFER!" He screamed going to back up, but forgetting the well was behind him. He lost his balance, taking the long fall backwards.
Suddenly he was soaked to the bone, water being poured on him from the fountain, making his white robe transparent and his feathers stick together as they grew heavy with water.
It was only a few moments before Lucifer was standing infront of him, helping him up and out of the water, shaking his head in disapproval. Castiel shook in terror as he stared at the demon a ways off from them, his wings tremblings more noticeably now they were wet.
"Well, I have to say he's a screamer." The bigger demon said giving a half smile. Lucifer just shook his head while sighing deeply.
"It is a habit I tried breaking him of, but it is in his nature after all." His older brother said in a disappointed voice. Castiel couldn't believe his ears. Was his brother really talking to this demon?
"Brother, what's going on?" Castiel whined pitifully shooting a fearful glance at the demon before looking up at Lucifer.
"Hush Castiel. What have I told you about speaking out of tune?" His brother asked angrilly making Castiel shrink away and clutch to his brothers robes in sorrow, remembering the punishment last time he did this.
His brother had milked his oil glands, which were the most sensitive things on his body, until they were sunken in and then swelled up and swollen from overuse. The memory was painful as well as scarring, and Castiel had learned not to push his brothers kindness, for it did have its limits. And he did not want to repeat that experience ever again.
"Oh please! I didn't mean to!" Castiel pleaded tugging on his brothers long pristine rope in a begging gesture.
"Don't play the woe is me card Castiel. I'm exhausted from forgiving your mishaps." Lucifer said dismissively makeing Castiel become desperate. His brothers tremendous shear white wings (a contrast to his own) made Castiel look down and away in respect as they raised in irritation.
Castiel felt tears burn his eyes as he snuggled his face into his brothers robes in dismay.
He heard his brother sigh deeply again before speaking.
"We would not want you to become disobedient and have to have me discipline you again now would we?" Lucifer asked in a considerate voice, as if Castiel didn't remember. Castiel shook his head quickly while looking up at his brother with wide eyes.
"You are truly one delicate creature, so much so that I just don't know what to do with you anymore." Lucifer said while running a rough hand through Castiel's silky velvet like soft hair, his nails digging lightly into the fragile flesh of his skull.
Lucifer looked up when the demon cleared his throat, his wings twitching a little.
"I would not worry about the screaming John, it's just a side effect of his age...sorry if he surprised you." Lucifer said smiling while running his hand through Castiel's head, like petting a common dog.
The demon just smiled back before shaking his head.
"It's quite alright. If he screams like that on his courting night, well...it would be a good night indeed." The demon said making Lucifer chuckle. Castiel didn't understand what that meant, but he didn't like it.
"Castiel, this is King John of Winchester. He's come here to inspect you." Lucifer said surely making Castiel's heart tighten.
"I-Inspect me?" Castiel found his voice go weak again, showing fear like an alpha shouldn't.
Lucifer reached down, unbuttoning his soaked robes making Castiel pannic. Castiel stepped away but Lucifer held him steady before giving him a warning glare. Castiel stilled in fear before he knew it, his older brother was shucking his clothes off, leaving Castiel bare and without his dignity infront of the large demon.
He shivered, his wings withering in absolute humiliation as his damp body was displayed. He tried to cuddle into Lucifers robes but Lucifer just held him still and surely as the demon walked over. When the demon crouched down infront of him, he was so petrifyed that he couldn't even breath.
The demon ran gentle huge calloused hands over his fair soft milky skin, but his touch was kind, not rough and bitter like Lucifers was.
Castiel's flinched when the demon reached up, cupping his cheek before cradling his head and pulling his skull slowly backwards so Castiel's throat was exposed. And no angel in their right mind would let their throat be so vulnerable, even an omega would fight in horror. The throat was where his heart beated, other like a demons which laid in their chest. That was the reason when angels sang it was so beautiful his father would tell him. But here Castiel stood, letting this monster hold his dry life in its clawed hands.
The demon poked its nose at the crook of Castiel's neck, taking long deep breaths before pulling away with wide brown eyes.
"Well, I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't here seeing it myself. You weren't lying...I hadn't believed you at first, but he's definatly a bitch." John said smiling gently up at Lucifer, making Castiel duck his head in shyness. Castiel didn't know what bitch meant, but it couldn't be good if it was coming from a demons lips.
"His body isn't developed yet...as expected, but he would make a fine consort in Dean's harem when he's older." John continued looking pleased. Castiel felt his wing shake vigorously as the demon reached under and dug his clawed hand in, feeling around the soft downy feathers before grasping the oil gland lightly, making Castiel's knees go weak, the only thing supporting his limb body was Lucifer holding him up under the shoulders.
"Great reaction time too." The demon said smiling.
"My guess is you've been with an angel before." Lucifer said knowingly and the demon nodded.
"Once, yes, but that's of the past." The demon said thoughtfully.
"So do we have an agreement?" Lucifer asked picking up Castiel, which he was grateful for, wrapping him in the extra dry robes that pooled around his feet.
The demon stood nodding as it smiled.
"Yes, I believe we do."
Lucifer looked pleased but Castiel still didn't understand why Lucifer was talking to this demon, and letting him touch him.
"The treaty is law then. I expect to be summoned when he reaches his first heat." The demon said, Lucifer nodded easily and then they shook hands before John retreated leaving Castiel in the garden with Lucifer.
There was a long pregnant pause as Castiel watched the danger leave, his breathing becoming more steady now and questions filling his head.
"What-"
"Hush Castiel. Talking is not becoming one of your favored assets." Lucifer bit out before carrying him to the exit of the garden.
Castiel didn't touch further on the subject. And when they got inside the palace, Castiel recognized the scent. The demons were gone, that was for sure, their scent just a memory now in the back of Castiel's mind. And so, life went on. Or in Castiel's case, had just begun.
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