To Wage A War And Find Peace

by KittyKat757

If you asked him, Dean wasn't against or for the war with heaven. But those winged idiots seemed to want to fight on and so who was Dean to say no? But things change when a certain angelic soldier is captured and brought to him. King of hell!Demon!Dean soldier of heaven!Castiel. Written because... Well I wanted to...

1. chapter 1

A/N: hey guys! Second Destiel fic. And I'm actually NOT uploading all the chapters at once this time?! First chapter is super short because I just want to see if people would actually want to read it. I like the idea of demon!Dean being the king of hell and stumbling upon Cas because... Well I just do. Despite the fact that this is demon!Dean Destiel I'll actually try and make it relatively fluffy in LATER chapters, first ones though... Eh not so much... Will probably have torture (because king of hell duh...) and smut later on. But I promise to have a happy ending okay! Oh and like usual time skips are signified with three Xs -with love KittyKat757

Being the king of hell was… Surprisingly boring…

Dean would sit in his throne and listen to his demon subjects complain and fret over the fact that soul counts were down or enthusiastically gush if they were up. But he honestly couldn't care less about the subject.

Then one day, those winged dicks upstairs decided that they wanted a war. Not one to disappoint, Dean gave them one, even fighting alongside his troops just for the hell- pun not intended- of it.

XXX

But then one day a couple of his soldiers dragged a desperately struggling angel with jet black wings into his throne room.

"Well, well… What'do we have here?" Dean said, an ever present smirk gracing his face.

"He was captured by one of your generals, they believed he might be useful." The demon on the angel's left said.

Dean walked up to the angel and tilted his chin up to meet his gaze. "Hmm" he hummed uninterestedly, staring into the angel's crystal blue eyes. "What's your name sweet cheeks?" He added, amusement creeping into his tone when the angel tensed slightly more as his eyes turned as black as the latter's wings.

The angel spit in his face, eliciting a chuckle from Dean and a punch to the stomach from the demon on his right.

"I like your moxie, I'm gonna have fun with you" Dean said, amusement still in his tone but laced with dangerous undertones.

The angel simply scowled at Dean as the demons dragged him away again.

XXX