There was a time long ago when angels were respected and admired, even worshipped. They were servants of God, radiating otherworldly power and majesty that humans could not even begin to comprehend. People prayed to them, looked to them for aid and guidance in times of need.

Angels loved humans, and humans loved them, and all was peaceful between the two species.

Sadly, that peace would not last.

Now they were creatures. Inferior beings to be conquered and tamed. Animals to be exploited for human gain.

In many cases, their wings were severed from their backs; the strong bones were ideal for weaponry, and the feathers for clothing and accessories. The wingless angel would then be imprisoned, provided just enough sustenance to survive until the torn appendages grew back. Then the process would be repeated…again, and again, and again…on and on…seemingly endless…until the poor thing would be on its last reserves, broken beyond repair.

That was the norm.

As for the 'prettier' angels, the ones that were perceived as particularly good-looking, the situation was different.

They made wonderful servants, taught from the start to be obedient to whoever bought them. They could handle menial tasks and chores, things their owners couldn't be bothered to do. They could also heal wounds and sense other supernatural creatures, abilities that made them desirable to hunters.

However, those were not the only uses for them.

The true purpose for keeping these angels, of course, was for pleasure, because what human wouldn't want to get there hands on such an attractive creature? To be able to touch something that once seemed so untouchable? To take something so pure and beautiful, and claim it as their own?

To satisfy the growing demand for these lovely beings, a sort of market was set up for them. They could be seen at auctions, found in brothels, bought and sold just about anywhere for the right price.

It was at one of these brothels that the Winchesters met their angels.

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"Well, gentlemen, what do you think? Beautiful, aren't they?"

The madam, a middle-aged woman with cold eyes, gestured to the two female angels seated on the ground, their heads bowed slightly, not making eye contact. Metal collars, inscribed with ancient symbols, were secured around their necks.

The angels were slender and pale, their hair falling over their faces in waves. One had soft, honey-colored hair, while the other's was dark as night. The same could be said for their wings, sleek and impressive, folded in neatly against their backs. They wore simple clothing; light fabrics draped over their bodies in ways reminiscent of ancient Greek and Roman times. As expected, both girls were exceedingly attractive.

The older of the two hunters whistled appreciatively. "No doubt about that. What do you think, Sammy?"

The man in question, who was quite a bit taller than his companion, shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. "Yeah, they're fine."

"Fine?" the madam exclaimed, sounding almost offended, "They're a lot better than fine! I've chosen only the best for hunters of your status! This one," she pointed at the light-haired angel, "is one of my most talented. She'll bring you pleasure like you've never known, guaranteed." She then moved her focus to the other angel. "And this one is the purest of all my girls. She's still a virgin, still unpenetrated. You can make her 100% your own. I should charge extra, but I'm choosing to be generous here. It's a great deal, boys. You'd be wise to take it."

After a brief moment of contemplation, the older hunter nodded. "It's a deal, then. We'll take 'em."

Clapping her hands together, the madam grinned. "Fantastic! Just wait here while I get everything in order. Come, girls." She turned away, heels clacking against the floor as she walked, the angels silently following behind her.

As soon as they were alone, Sam spoke to his brother. "Dean, should we really be doing this? It feels really wrong…"

Dean responded with an exasperated sigh. "Sam, we've been over this! Just cuz they look human, doesn't
mean they're like us. They're just creatures. Nothing wrong with buying them."

This answer did not seem to please Sam in the slightest. If anything, he seemed more distressed. "How can you be so sure about that? There's been plenty of proof out there that they're intelligent beings. They can walk like us, talk like us, act like us! They can't be THAT different. How do you think they feel about-"

"They don't feel Sam! Not like we do. Just take your big brother's word for it and shut up! I already said I'd get them, anyway."

Unable to find a retort, the younger hunter fell silent for the time being.