Title: An Angel's Slave

Pairing(s): Destiel, Sebriel

Rating: M for mild language, full nudity, possible sensitive material, smut

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

A/N: This was an idea of mine for a very long time xD


A young dirty blonde male panted heavily, his Shendyt torn and his back marked from the whips from the soldiers behind him and the other slaves. Yup, in 1250 BC he and the other slaves were forced to work. Build, mold, so much till they died. This man in this tale was in his early thirties. He looked like he could live in the palace but he was born a slave. His mother, Mary who died in child birth after giving her life to allow his brother Sam to live. His father, John.. God knows where he went. But as long as his brother was safe that's what mattered. He coughed a bit after he sat some heavy clay down. rubbing his forehead he looked up to the sky.

Ever since Pharaoh Lucifer took over he over worked so many slaves. And forced so many so young to work. The male groaned as he stretched to grab another clay brick but stopped seeing a man in royal robes walking. He rose a brow and looked around seeing no guards as the scholar came up to the male, he was shorter than the freckled slave before him. Smirking he took his own whip and moved it under the taller male's chin.

"Aren't you supposed to be working, slave?" He asked coldly and the slave moved his head and walked away after moving the bricks. Within the sounds of people moving and the sounds of the whip crackling just reminded him of when he was young. When he lost his brother...

"SAM?! Father?!" The young male shouted, running through the crowded streets. Guards grabbing men left and right. Young, old, even man. He ran into the place he called home and he stopped seeing his little brother, running to him and gripping to his robes. Shaking clearly.

"Dean! Brother I was so worried about you..!" Sam, the small male, said to his brother. Dean bit his lip and moved his hair. Looking to their father John.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked and John took Sam's hand.

"Away from here. Come on. Once the guard has you there's no turning back!" John said as he made the two run close behind him. Sam and Dean holding hands as they ran, "Don't loose your brother Sam." Sam nodded to the orders. As they ran as fast as they could. Dean remembered loosing his brother and father as he was grabbed, screaming for his brother to go. To run. Remembering Sam's horrified look as John picked him up and ran.

That was the last Dean remembered seeing Sam. Sam was so small.. What if he survived going to Alexandria? He better. That's the safest for his baby brother. Of course it was hours from where he was. But he was hopeful. Oh so hopeful... There was one way to find out. Dean knew he was insane. But he took the chance. Dropping everything he held and ran. Ran as fast as he could. The guards went to scream for Dean's capture. But they were stopped by the black haired scholar.

"Leave him be.. He'll just dry up in the desert..."


Sam grabbed the bucket from their well, filling the jar up he heard some familiar foot steps behind him. Seeing a scruffy caramel hair and bearded colored male come up to the taller male.

"Hello Sam."

"Chuck.. What are you doing.."

"Can't I say hello?" Chuck asked with laughter, "Also Micheal asked me to see if you needed help." Sam smiled kindly and picked up the jar once it was filled, carrying it back to it's previous location.

"No it's alright thank you though. That's kind of you." Sam said and moved his hair back. Chuck nodded and looked to the far horizon of the desert, Sam followed suit, "Gabriel hasn't returned." Sam's tone laced with worry. Chuck patted Sam's shoulder.

"He'll return. Just you wait.." Chuck assured, Sam nodded a bit and the two went inside. There sat a black haired man with a strange figure laying next to him, curled up comfortably under the blankets. The black haired male looked up to Sam and nodded.

"Hello Sam."

"Micheal. Has something happened?" Sam asked worried and Micheal offered a seat to Sam. Who gladly took it.

"We heard that your brother has ran into the dessert."

"He's alive?" Sam asked happily, "Dean's alive?!" Sam asked again and Micheal head his hand up as a form of 'calm down'.

"Yes he is. He's heading down this way now."

"T-that's wonderful! Does he-"

"No he does not.. But he will run into Gabriel."


Dean panted heavily, ever since he ran he could not feel his blistered feet. Burning from the hot sand and his skin burned, as he waddled aimlessly he didn't care who or what he ran into as long as he got to a village.. But something did make him slow down, a strange sphinx was laying on a sand dune, Dean rolled his eyes and continued to walk as it approached him. It had the body of a lion and a head of a strange... Hawk.. But without a beak. Though it did have a mouth covered in fur. It's golden eyes looking to him as it's six wings opened as it sat before him.

"Traveler, answer my riddle and you shall pass. What was four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs at night?" It asked and Dean moved past his wings and kept walking.

"Don't care you're a mirage.." Dean replied in a horse voice and the sphinx looked shocked, no one ignored his riddle before. He walked behind Dean raising a brow, well if he had one.

"You're not gonna answer?" Dean didn't even look to him. The Sphinx kept trying to get a single glance after shutting his wings, "Not one?"

"No.. Why would I?" Dean asked clearly getting clearly annoyed. The Sphinx snorted and went back to his original laying place.

"FINE! DIE IN THE DESERT!"


It felt like hours went by after seeing the sphinx, but he found himself awakening under something dark was covering him. Was it night time? No.. In the distance it was day. Dean forced himself up seeing a sphinx. But this one was different, it had blue eyes and a dark sandy colored fur. It's wings faded to black. Dean moved the wing and stood and dusted himself off, spitting sand out.

"A.. Alright fella.. Leave me alone.." Dean said and started to walk. As he walked the Sphinx followed after. From what Dean noticed this one's body was of a panther not a lion. Dean was a bit surprised, this one didn't talk. He pointed to the opposite direction, "GO AWAY!" He said as much as he could with his dry throat. The sphinx clearly didn't get it. He went and tugged a bit on the male's torn cloths with it's mouth and He moved it's head a bit blushing some, if it tugged anymore his penis would diffidently show.

"What are you doing stop!" He demanded and the Sphinx looked up to him after removing the cloth from his mouth. Dean didn't get what was so beautiful about this creature but at the same time it annoyed him, "Seriously why are you doing this..?"

"I want to help you, Dean.." It finally spoke, it seemed shy and a bit awkward, "I spoke out of turn.."

"No it's fine.. Not the weirdest I saw.. Plus it's a hallucination I'll forget it."

"No.. This is for real.." The Sphinx said and Dean starred in shock, "I am real.. As real as the sky, the sand beneath our feet. The heat we feel on our faces. For I am real. As real as the faint heart beat in your chest." Dean covered his chest and panted a bit, before he could speak he collapsed again from exhaustion. The Sphinx sighed and was able to get the male onto his back and walk down the way Dean was going.