Bond
By
Ava Brett
Chapter One
Disclaimer – None of the following characters mentioned in the below chapter belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own twisted entertainment purposes.
Author Note – Here's my first Destiel story… That's right Dean and Castiel in a romantic situation so if that's so not your thing you might want to hit the back button now. Go ahead, I won't be offended.
I've been influence by the Dark series by Christine Feehan especially by Dark Prince but this story will be different from it I promise!
This is clearly an A/U. Still based in the Hunters world but Angels are a part of it, just a part human's aren't aware of. It will make more sense as the story continues. Any conversation in italics means a conversation happening in the mind!
Anyway please enjoy.
Story Summary – Castiel has waited centuries for Dean Winchester to be born, he just never expected the man to be his Bond mate. Its Castiel's job to keep Dean safe so he can fulfil his destiny but Castiel isn't the only one who is after Dean. There is another and he won't stop until Dean is his.
Pairings – Destiel
Angels weren't meant to feel despair. Despair was an emotion and emotions had never really been built into their make up when their father created them. There was only two ways to feel emotions. The first was for it to an extreme reaction to something, whether it was joy, despair, happiness or sadness if the emotion was strong enough the Angel would feel it. The second was to find their Bond Mate. Find the Bond Mate and emotions as well as several other aspects missing from Angels would be released. It was their father's version of a reward for their service but finding a Bond mate was rare, so rare that Castiel couldn't remember the last time an Angel was bonded.
It was despair which now flooded his vessel's body. A feeling he had never experienced before but one which he had read about one more then one occasion, Despair and loneliness tainting him until he wanted to scream it to the heavens.
He felt so damn alone.
Castiel had been placed on the Earth centuries before; he was in charge of the largest garrison of Angels ever to leave heaven. They settled on the Earth, guarding the precious ones. Humans beings who would eventually lead to the chosen one. Only when the chosen one was found, protected and seen through his task could the garrison return to the folds of heaven where their brothers and sisters would be waiting to greet them with open arms.
It had been a lonely existence for them all and some of the Angels had chosen to become the fallen. Cut off from the host they had lost their minds, choosing the dark path which had led to damnation. There was only one other way to feel emotions, one which was rarely spoken of. By sucking the soul from a human and devouring it an Angel could experience not only that person's emotions but also their thoughts and their memories.
The Fallen were abominations and Castiel and those who remained true to their mission hunting them down, destroying them before it could go too far. Sometimes if they were quick enough the devoured Soul could be released to heaven or hell depending on where it was hidden but most of them time they were too late and the Soul was gone forever. The fallen were devious and cunning and many had escaped justice.
Castiel was exhausted.
He found that things which he had found fascinating on Earth during his time there no longer held any interest for him. He had read every book at least twice. Listened to every piece of music, seen every piece of art. He had experienced so much human life that he was positive that there was nothing left here for him on Earth.
It was time for him to return to Heaven, he needed to hear the host voice flooding through him. He couldn't bear the silence in his head. Even hearing the voices of the brothers and sisters who were still with him wasn't enough anymore to hold the darkness at bay.
The chosen one wasn't coming.
He should have been seen by now; one of them should have sensed his presence like it was written.
Something had gone wrong but where? Castiel had kept a close personal watch on the Winchester and Campbell families. Could something have happened while he had been hunting The Fallen?
Castiel pushed the thought away, taking a deep breath as he raised his eyes to the ceiling.
His time on this world was done.
Let someone else come and take his placed and lead his fellow Angels.
Let them be the one responsible for locating Dean Winchester. Let them convince the man to fulfil his destiny. Castiel would return home, meet the Archangels and accept his punishment for failing in his task.
"Come on Dude it seriously can't be that bad?"
Castiel stilled, lowering his head and looking around the small study cautiously. Everything appeared the same. Books lined the wall, the book case almost blocking the dark red wallpaper from view. The furniture was all dark pine while a large fire roared in the grate. Castiel didn't need the fire for heat; Angels rarely felt the elements but he did enjoy watching the flames dance.
He was alone and yet he had definitely heard a voice in his head. The voice had sounded young and American a tone of amusement and suppressed concern to it.
Castiel spoke, his sense flowing outwards in an attempt to locate the voice. It had felt close to his location. So close that Castiel was sure they were both in South Dakota.
"It could be worse" he agreed cautiously speaking the words in his mind. A slight chuckle echoed around his mind and he released the breath he hadn't known he had been holding. The more he heard the voice, the more he needed to hear it.
"Now you're getting it. Things can always be worse. You gotta think positive every so often or what's the point?"
Castiel remained silent. For a moment emptiness filled his head though he was aware that the man was still with his, his attention clearly distracted by something. Castiel waited rewarded by the man speaking again, his voice thoughtful.
"I get it you know, the whole lonely thing. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm luckier then most out there. I've got Sam and he's pretty awesome when it comes to brothers not to mention Bobby but I can be surrounded by loads of people and feel alone. Like none of them really get me, you know what I mean?" he asked curiously, a slight sound of sadness in his voice which Castiel was sure he was unaware of.
"I understand" Castiel replied feeling intrigued.
The man was human, Castiel could tell that there was no Angel or Demon blood within him and yet here he was speaking to Castiel the way Angels spoke to each other. It shouldn't happen this way. Castiel knew that only bond mates could have a personal line of connection between their minds. With all others the thoughts or orders would be broadcasted for the entire host to hear.
"How is it you're speaking to me?" Castiel asked, he could almost picture the man shrugging in his head.
"Beats me" the man responded, his tone making it clear that it wasn't something he dwelled on very often. "I've always been able to do it. I just don't tell anyone because they'd think I was a freak. I haven't even let Sammy know though I think he'd be cool with it other then the fact he'd want to study me or something. You were just broadcasting so loudly man that I felt like I should say something. You know let you know that you aren't the only one with this freaky shit going on in your head. I can bugger off though if you want me to?"
"No!" Castiel commanded, not wanting the connection with the individual to end. He walked over to the window staring out of it with narrowed eyes.
Where was the man?
An amused chuckle turned his attention inwards again.
"Bossy thing aren't you?" the man taunted him softly. "I bet you're the kind of man that others bend over backwards to please. You have that kind of voice as though you expect everyone to obey every order which leaves your mouth. Hate to break it to you but I rarely obey anyone, especially not someone I don't know regardless on how nice their voice sounds"
"So you have a problem with authority?" Castiel asked, a smile coming to his mouth at the man's compliment about his voice.
"I have no problem with authority as long as it doesn't get in my way when I'm doing my job."
"Your job? What do you do?" Castiel queried. He didn't understand why but he felt a need to know everything about this man. Knowing about him suddenly seemed the most important thing in the world to him.
"I do this and that" came the vague reply "I bet you own a massive million dollar cooperation or something. That's why you expect to be obeyed because everyone is always sucking up to you."
"You know quite a bit" Castiel remarked, the smile on his face becoming the smile of a predator. He had his location now. The man was only a few miles away from him, it couldn't be more perfect.
"I try" came the reply.
Castiel closed his eyes, a slight frown of concentration coming to his face. He sent a small push to the man to see whether the man would notice the action. The mental shove he received back indicated that he certainly had.
"Fuck off" the man snarled at him, the teasing note gone from his voice as though it had never existed.
Castiel was about to apologise when a thick heavy mental barrier slammed down between them. The man making it beyond clear that he was finished with Castiel and their conversation.
It was too late for him though. Castiel had him and he needed to see the owner of that voice, the voice he was already missing. He missed the man's presence in his mind regardless of how brief the contact had been. Castiel checked the wards surrounding his safe house before taking flight. Normally when he flew he took his time enjoying it. Feeling the wind against his vessel's face but this time he didn't linger.
He landed outside an old looking house making sure to stay invisible from human sight. He raised an eyebrow; the house was covered in symbols made to ward demons away from the house. No Demons would be able to come near the house. A smile came to his face. There were no Angel wards amongst the others. He wanted to enter the house but he forced himself to wait.
A movement from the upper window caught his eyes and he looked up, his breath catching in his throat.
This was the man who had spoken to him; Castiel didn't know how he knew it only that he did.
The man was young most likely in his mid twenties tall and well built with muscles; there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He had a beautiful face, pale skin tanned golden from exposure to the sun produced faint freckles across the man's high cheekbones and straight nose. Short brownish-gold hair covered the well poised head while startling green eyes stared moodily out of the window, White straight teeth absently biting down on the full lower lip.
Castiel felt his heart beats quicken, his palms turning sweaty as he stared unable to take his eyes from the man.
It was the reaction of his grace which surprised him. At the sight of the man it came to life within him, emotions of joy, happiness, possessiveness and want washed over him almost bringing him to his knees as his grace desperately reached out towards the man. It needed physical contact with him so it could wrap itself around the man's soul joining them.
Castiel's eyes widened.
The way his grace was acting meant only one thing.
This man, the man who could speak in his mind, was his bond mate. The one he had been looking for without even realising it.
He watched in awe as the man's straight eyebrows fell into a frown.
"Hey" the voice came into his head, causing Castiel's grace to react again, the feeling more intense then before. "You decided to stop being a dick yet?"
Castiel remained silent trying to gather his thoughts together before he did something which he would regret. Finding his bond mate was something he never thought would happen, he was fighting every instinct in him which demanded that he claim the man for him self, Tying his soul to his grace so they would never be apart. The man belonged with Castiel. It was his duty to make him see that as well. Castiel would make it so the man would never feel whole without Castiel beside him or in his head. The way that he now knew he would never be whole without the man.
"I know you can hear me. You know if you wanted me to fuck off them you should have just said something. I mean hell its no skin off my nose or anything. I just want you to know that if you try that whole control thing again then I'll end you. Let's get one thing straight buddy. You are not the boss of me regardless of whether you are to everyone else."
"I did not mean to alarm you" Castiel said, the need to sooth his Bond mate hurt feelings overwhelming.
"I never said you alarmed me" came the offended reply. Castiel watched as the man snorted, shaking his head as he leaned against the window frame.
"Of course not" Castiel replied. He could feel the man's disbelief through their link but when he spoke he had changed the subject.
"So why did you do it?" he demanded "Or are you really that much of a control freak that you have to control everyone around you, even people you don't know?"
"I am merely use to people obeying me" Castiel responded, his grace flaring happily at the sound of the man's reluctant laughter.
"In that case you're seriously speaking to the wrong person" he teased. "I told you before that I don't obey orders well" Castiel shifted on the spot, he could watch the man forever and not get bored. Even the minute expressions on his face fascinated him. "I'm seriously though don't try to control me again. It won't end well for you"
"I'm used to being in control" Castiel responded mildly, his mind automatically thinking of the number of Angels he controlled on Earth.
"My what an attractive quality to have" the man remarked sarcastically. Castiel watched the man push himself away from the window, stretching his arms over his head as his mouth opened in a wide yawn. "Well it's been a blast talking to you but I'm beat and me and Sammy have a job to do tomorrow meaning I need some well deserved shut eye"
"I sense a but-"Castiel began
"Yeah because this is goodbye, as in don't call us we'll call you"
Castiel went to reply but stopped as he realised the mental wall was back.
The man was gone.
Author Note – There you go chapter one all done! I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter two will be up soon hopefully though no promises. I don't want to say it will be up and then find that real life gets in the way!