Author's Note: I'm in a whumpy mood, might as well take it out on the boys, right?
Warnings: Shameless angel whumpage, blood... emotional distress and cussing... No slash in this fiction, sorry guys!
Disclaimer: Don't own the show or the boys.
Dean Winchester was uncomfortable as he entered the shop, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Rain was unleashing its fury on the streets outside causing the city to have an omnipresent feel to it. "I'm here to get one," the hunter jerks a thumb in the direction of the closed doors.
The clerk nods before tapping a button on the desk, the flashing Open sign in the store window turns off. With a croaky, "Follow me," the portly man leads Dean into the other room. With a clap of the clerk's, Mike's, hands the lights turn on. Only one angel is chained in the corner of the room, black wings drooping and dragging in the stagnant water that fills the cell. There is no room for it to move around, forcing it to stay in the water. Its in the appearance of a man, tiny and broken.
"This is the only one we have at the moment." There was an apologetic note in Mike's tone. "We were thinking about throwing it in with the Wendigo at the theater but... a guy has to make money." He kicks water at the celestial being in disgust, causing the wings to tuck close to the trench coated body. "And this pathetic piece of shit wouldn't last five minutes."
A key clanged against the bars of the cage, causing the angel to finally look up. Its eyes are a shocking blue. Dean found him swallowing thickly, the lump of surprise trying to stick in his throat. The magnificence of the moment is abruptly cut short when Mike releases the chains and grabs the angel by its wing. The creature twists with a soft cry, trying vainly to free his soft appendage from the cruel grip. There's an irritated shake from Mike and the angel slumps, the fight seeming to leave it as quickly as it had appeared.
Its not until the light fully illuminates his potential angel that Dean realizes just how serious the creature's situation is. Blood was oozing out between the black feathers and in some places pus joined the mix. It was the maggots that got to Dean though. The repulsion on his face must have been obvious because the angel made a move as though to return to its cage.
"I'll take him." The words slip through Dean's lips before he can fully comprehend what he is saying. The sudden spark of hope in the angel's eyes confirm the words though.
Mike looks at him like he's nuts, hell maybe he is but he can't leave anything to suffer like this. A chain is thrust into his hands and it takes Dean a moment to realize that its the angel's leash. The clerk is looking at him expectantly, his chubby hand outstretched. Dean digs into his back pocket and fishes out a wad of cash before slapping it into the other man's hand.
"Enjoy your angel." The call echoes after Dean as he leads his new angel out of the shop.
Author's Note: Short first chapter, I know... but I want to see if this garners any interest. As you can tell, Dean is quite a bit out of his element for more than one reason. There will be more pain as well as some attempted bonding by Dean. The more reviews you spoil me with, the sooner chapter two will come out :D
I'm rating this just under M for now. Liable to change if things get incredibly graphic.
4/07/214: Corrected some typos, new chapter should be up by tomorrow :)