Now, Dean was no fool. He'd been on an angel hunt with Benny before, and was well aware of the troubles that went along with catching one, but that angel had been someone that his brother wanted for his research. His brother, Sam, was a scientist in their little underworld and was responsible for researching different species so that it would be easier for the foot soldiers of the ranks to hunt them. A lot of people thought demons were reckless, petty creatures… which was mostly true. That's why these systems were developed by a very special demon. Alastair, the original demon city founder.
Dean cringed every time he thought of the man. His torture methods went past Dean's own, making Dean inferior, and in some ways a little frightened.
The hunt he'd accompanied Benny on took three hours. No exaggeration, nothing blown out of proportion; it had taken what felt like a lifetime. The first hour was spent searching for signs of a heavenly being. They looked for miracles, demons with their eyes burnt out, sigils, blood, sometimes feathers if they were lucky.
The last two, catching up with it, fighting it, and ultimately catching it.. then, of course, there was always the tedious task of getting it back in one piece...
"Shut up a sec." Benny frowned, holding up an arm when Dean continued forward behind him. "You smell that?" he asked, sniffing the air as he did so.
"Not all of us have a super nose, dickhead." Dean groaned, rolling his eyes.
Benny inched forward. They were in a diner littered with bodies. The place was a demon skunk nest, full of the tough-tag, rugged guys who weren't afraid to pick a fight with a powerful enemy. "Stupid bastards…" Benny chuckled, stepping over a corpse with crisp, burnt eye sockets. "There." He pointed accusingly after another sniff of the air. "That'll be it."
Dean crouched in front of a couple small puddles of blood, sticking his finger right in the middle of one before pulling it up to his mouth. "Yeah, that's angel's blood all right."
"Best superpower a guy could have," he grinned with pride, continuing into the little room behind the counter, angel blade in hand.
Dean stayed behind, watching him closely as he entered. He pulled the net from the hook on his hip and held it tightly. The rope was doused in holy oil and, while the smell put him off, wasn't harmful to demons. He ran his thumb over it as he came up to the door, peeking through the small, circular window at its top as he licked his lips with anticipation.
The loud clanking was his signal to enter, where he found Benny face to face with the angel. Before he had time to see Dean, he tossed the net. "Holy oil, bitch!" he yelled with triumph.
The angel growled angrily before lunging forward for Benny, the net still draped over him as he spread out his wings to fly up. The rope barely helped to slow his flight as he lifted Benny up to ceiling, slamming his head against the top with brute force. "Son of a bitch!" Dean cried, jumping to catch it's foot. Benny, after getting over the initial shock of being flung against the ceiling, stabbed the angel, blade digging into his upper arm.
The angel cried out before dropping him to the floor and grabbing at his arm. Dean held on tightly when the angel tried to kick him off. Benny rose quickly, leaping off the ground to pull on the rope, dragging the angel back to earth. "We got him now!" He hollered.
Dean reached back into his pocket when the angel started to struggle violently. "These ropes are covered in holy oil." he explained, getting his attention, "Quit struggling, or I light it."
Benny grinned smugly. "You got the cuffs?"
Dean tossed him the leather binds from where they hung on his belt. They had special sigils carved into the material, which made angels powerless. With his body bound, it would be difficult to dart out, and simply poofing out wouldn't be happening any time soon once they'd slapped the sigils over his wrists. Benny cuffed the angel's hands behind his back and shoved the key into his bag. Benny watched skeptically as the angel eyed his bag with heavy scheming. "What do you filthy creatures want?" he cursed, glaring them both down hard.
"Shut up, bitch." Dean ordered, shifting the rope so that it only covered the angel's wings.
The angel chuckled, "How like a demon. Can't even make a little conversation, and every other word is bitch," he scoffed, "You disgust me."
Dean crouched in front of the guy as Benny forced him onto his knees. He grinned sadistically, "Bitch. Don't act so high and mighty." He stood with pride.
The angel half-screamed when Dean kicked his arm, slapping his arm away when he reached for it and grabbing the angel's neck. "Us disgusting creatures are now your masters."
"No demon is a master of mine."
Dean grinned with malicious intent, taking the blade into his hand, swirling it around playfully. He smiled to himself when the angel's eyes became laced with fear. He took the blade close to his face. "Unfortunately, I can't harm any vital organs, but a minor shave would to you good." he grinned.
Benny held out a hand to pause him, but Dean has already started cutting the blade into his cheek. "Jesus, Dean. Sam needs him intact."
Dean blocked Benny out, listening to the angel gripe with pain. He leaned forward to lick blood off his chin, smiling before he licked his lips. "Tasty." his grin faded into a serious frown, "Name?"
"What does it matter?" the angel spat, glaring up at the demon.
He smirked, "I don't care, but your new master likes to get a little friendly with his 'patients' one could say. It's for his benefit."
"Why should I concern myself with the benefits of a demon?"
Dean stood from where he was crouched, kicking the angel over with a boot to the face. "Because I own you."
From where he lay, the angel scowled up at him, "Gabriel."
Angels were hard to catch, but Dean was the best at what he did-hunting. He drew himself back. "See? You're not so tough."
"Shut up, Dean." Benny frowned, shaking his head. "Your pride will get you into trouble one day," he warned, pulling the angel onto his feet before heading out to the front. "You best be careful now."
Dean scoffed. He'd just caught an angel! The toughest and proudest hunting trophy a demon could obtain. He smiled to himself happily.
Now here he was, tapping his foot impatiently against the stone floor of the hallway he stood in. He was waiting in the dungeon buried beneath Benny's house. He kept everything that wasn't a guest down there, from enemies to pets, prey to predators. Dean glanced into the cage beside him. There was a zebra, stripes well groomed and glistening. The vampire in the next cell was similar, well fed, groomed, and enticing to the eye. Dean grinned at the girl, who turned her eyes away from him. She was indeed well kept. Benny may have been a demon, but he took pride in his trophies.
Finally, he heard the familiar metallic clank of cage bars. Out came Benny, a rope in his hand and a proud gleam on his face. At the other end of the rope were cuffs carved with sigils to trap the angel that followed. The wrists were fragile, but not terrible. Dean let his eyes travel upward, revealing a rugged...man.
It threw Dean for a loop. A man? It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the company of men any less than woman, but a bride would have meant woman. Any moron could tell you that men can't produce heirs.
"What the hell Benny?!" Dean growled, his black eyes twisted and angry.
"Calm down. It's a guy, so what?"
The angel kept his eyes trained on the ground, refusing to look either of them in the eye. "So…" Dean snarked, "What's the point of something that can't get pregnant?! Doesn't that defeat the entire purpose?"
Benny gestured toward the creature in question. "But he's cute right?"
Dean stared over to the angel. His hair was a mess, and his clothes were too heavy and thick. He wasn't all that attractive, honestly. His wings were tied with a another sigiled band behind his back, probably Benny's doing. He looked weak and helpless. Not exactly Dean's type.
"Pitiful…"
The angel glared at the ground harder.
Benny pulled the rope closer, forcing the angel to take a step forward, "Hey," he ordered, "Look at your master."
"No one here is my master," the angel informed, raising his head proudly.
The angel's piercing blue eyes made Dean's stomach sick. They were too proud, too bright. They needed to be dimmed and frightened. To know their place.
Dean cocked his head with respect anyway. Even bound with angel-proof sigils, this guy had spoken against those who were obviously more powerful. He either had guts, or he was stupid. "Name?" Dean questioned.
The angel frowned at him. "Castiel. Angel of Thursday."
Benny smiled, "See? Already getting along!"
"I can't take him if he's useless Benny!"
The demon shrugged. "You want a different one then? These things are hard as hell to catch you know! There weren't even any girls around when I got this one."
Dean rolled his eyes. "I need a girl for a bride, dickbrain."
"A bride?" the angel questioned.
"Shut up, maggot." Dean reached forward with intense rage, grasping a fistful of fabric and pulling the angel onto its toes. "You'll speak when spoken to."
"What does a demon want a bride for?" he mocked, thankful this man was taller than him, and he didn't have to be lifted off the ground. "It's not like you creatures can fall in love..."
"I said shut up!" he barked, forcing his knee hard into the angel's gut, smiling when Castiel grunted.
"I don't have another girl, Dean… but I'll bet there's magic for this type of thing somewhere. We can make it work," he explained, shoving the leash into Dean's hand.
"Fine," he growled, "But if this shit pees on my floor, I'm calling your ass over to clean it up."
"How vulgar…" Castiel sneered.
"You looking to get kicked again?" the demon questioned, yanking the rope down and forcing the angel onto its knees. "I'm not a patient guy."
Castiel didn't reply, he understood his position.
"Good boy," Dean praised, grinning with triumph.