Alrighty, this is my third story with demon Dean. I would suggest reading Chasing Your Shadow and Mine, if you like demon Dean.
It's not a very nice feeling when you're deeply asleep, in the middle of your ninth dream of the night and a goddamn doorbell almost gives you a heart attack. Dean Winchester can personally confirm this fact.
"I'm coming, asshole! Just stop ringing. God dammit!" he shouts from the couch and lamely stands up, shuffling towards the door.
As soon as he opens the door, Dean is met with pointed teeth inside a huge grin. It's Dean's best friend.
"Benny?" Dean rubs his eyes, getting rid of the remains of sleep. "Something happened?"
"Yeah, brother, somethin' happened," Benny says with a nod.
"What happened?" Dean gets tense, a worried expression crossing his face.
"Calm down, brother. Nothing serious. I came to congratulate you. It's your birthday!" Benny's grin gets impossibly wide and he crushes his friend into a bear hug.
Shit! Yeah, it was his birthday. He's turning 30 today. How could he have forgotten about it? With an "oompf" sound Dean wriggles out of his friend's embrace, inviting him into his house. "Come in, what the hell are you waiting for?"
"Yeah, I'll just bring this in." Benny turns around, bringing a big box inside the house.
"The fuck is this?" Dean arches his brow, looking at the box suspiciously. It's reaching up to his chest and is decorated with tiny golden ribbons.
Benny chuckles. "It's a special gift from me. You'll like it."
Dean rolls his eyes. "You know I don't like this birthday crap and gifts, don't ya?"
"Trust me, it's something special." Benny winks at him, plopping down in an armchair, looking at the box with a sly smile.
"Whatever," Dean mumbles. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Take your time."
Dean comes back after a few minutes bringing two bottles of beer, handing one to Benny. "I've got fresh blood in the fridge if you're hungry," he offers his vampire friend.
"Nah, not hungry. Beer's good." Benny takes the bottle from him. "You gonna open it or not? I'm afraid the poor thing will suffocate if you don't open it soon."
"What?" Dean splutters his beer all over himself. "There's something alive in there?"
"Just open it." The vampire grins.
"You dumbass," Dean shakes his head incredulously, but puts the bottle on the floor and goes to the box. His hands work fast, unwrapping and tearing the ribbons off.
The lid of the box falls out of Dean's hand and he takes a step back with his mouth hanging open, blinking stupidly.
"And I thought it would be difficult to surprise a demon," chuckles Benny.
"What…Um… who is this?" Dean points his finger at the young boy leaning over in the box.
The boy does not look more than eighteen. He has dark, messy hair, the purest blue eyes Dean has ever seen, and full, sinful lips that would feel fantastic wrapped around Dean's hard… wait, what? Dean shakes his head vigorously.
"Ask him," Benny says lazily and yawns. "He can speak."
"Who are you?" Dean stares at the boy, who shrinks under the demon's gaze.
"I… I'm Castiel," the boy mumbles, frightened, shifting his gaze from Dean to Benny. The vampire just drinks his beer, looking at them amusedly.
"How did you get into this box? More importantly, why?"
"Let me answer that question," Benny cuts in. "Last night, I found him rummaging through my garbage can in the yard. When I caught him, poor thing didn't have any strength left to resist and run away. He was starving and I had to take him to a diner. You should've seen how much he ate," Benny chuckles.
"Why were you rummaging through his garbage can? Don't you have a home? Are you homeless?" Dean inquires.
"I ran away from home for supernatural creatures with defects. It… it was a terrible place. They treated us horribly and the food was pretty much inedible. Please don't send me there, please…." Castiel whispers, his voice cracking.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Dean tries to cool the kid down. "What creature are you? A werewolf? A shapeshifter?"
"He's an angel," Benny answers for Castiel and leans against the arm chair.
"An angel?" Dean's brows arch. "I don't see any defects on you. I mean on the visible parts, that is," he clarifies.
"Castiel, sweetheart, come out of the box," Benny tells the boy. It never ceases to amaze Dean how tender and caring his vampire friend can be sometimes.
Castiel swallows and obeys. He crawls out of the box and stands in front of the two men stark naked, his blue eyes darting nervously from Dean to Benny.
"Now, show us what defect you have."
After a short hesitation, they hear some rustling and two black wings unfurl from behind Castiel's back. They are not huge, as Castiel is still a teen. The feathers change their colors from inky blue into darkest black. And they look so smooth and soft that Dean has an urge to bury his face into those silky, velvety feathers and kiss each one of them separately.
"Angels should not have black wings. They have snowy white wings. Mine are ugly and that's why I was sent to that place." Castiel lowers his gaze.
Dean is still in awe looking at the boy's beautiful wings and almost forgets how to breathe. He comes to his senses when he's thrown into a coughing fit.
He walks over to his friend, whispering frantically, so Castiel does not hear their talk. "Benny, I can't keep him. It's insane. What should I do with him?"
"You know perfectly well for what purposes I brought him to you, brother," Benny says with a smirk. "Look at his face and body. What more clues do you need?"
"But I don't want to fuck him. He's what? Sixteen? Seventeen? I don't wanna get into trouble."
"He's eighteen. You aint gonna get into trouble for sure. And trust me, you want to fuck him," Benny chuckles. "As soon as you saw him, your friend down there gave a friggin' salute, like someone was playing the national anthem." Low laughter rumbles through Benny's chest.
Dean blushes furiously, looking down at himself. He didn't even notice when he got hard. "Why the fuck are we talking about my dick?" He fidgets nervously. This is really awkward.
Benny stands up and slaps him on the shoulder. "I better go. I've got some things to do. You enjoy yourself, brother. Give me a call tomorrow and we'll decide whether we should return him to the place he ran away from."
Dean closes the door behind Benny's back and returns to the living room where naked Castiel stands in the middle of the room, looking lost and frightened.