The world had abducted his brothers and sisters, one by one they vanished from Heaven. Castiel had been one of the many trusting angels, touching down on the Earth with a hopeful smile and warm embrace. His disgust and betrayed emotions couldn't have come on more sudden than they had. He told his brothers and sisters that they would be safe, that not only would mankind be happy to see them but treat them well, give them a home.
He was wrong.
Castiel was in the back of pack during the first contact; he strained to peer over the taller angels in front of him, his wings twitching with excitement. He could hardly hear what the two representatives were talking about but he was so certain that everything was going to be better; how could it be worse? Their father had abandoned them a long time ago, Heaven was a ghost of its former self and all the angels could think to do was go down and seek out mankind, their father's favourite creation.
Suddenly the crowd rustled backward, knocking several of the unsuspecting down and sent many stumbling. Wings flapped harshly, some of the angels fled immediately but they were packed so close together that many of them could hardly lift off. A hand gripped Castiel's arm amidst the confusion and he snapped his head to look; Balthazar had made his way back from the front line, a frightened look in his eye.
"Run Castiel!" He shouted, "GO!"
Castiel stumbled backward, more confused and fearful than he wanted to ever admit; but he ran. His legs moved faster than his wings in this situation, carrying him further than those that tried to fly. He ran for several minutes before taking off, his wings finally shuddering to life again.
The next days were darker than he'd ever experienced before; angels were falling victim to spells and human inventions. He hadn't seen Balthazar since that moment; nor other friends for that matter. He hid away with several others, they were stuck on Earth now; Heaven was too weak to sustain any of them anymore though it still held the source of their powers.
The brothers and sisters he hid with were slowly diminishing; one by one they vanished. Rumours and hearsay reached them out there; the humans had made a sport of 'training' their new pets. Castiel shuddered abrasively, the understanding of those terms not lost on him. Man had enslaved Angels and there was no way to go home.
Castiel curled up on himself, his wings folding over his shivering body. He wanted his father, his brothers and sisters; he wanted everything to go back to normal again. That couldn't happen now, but it didn't stop that small hope from flickering in his chest.
In the span of five years nearly all of his siblings had been caught, if not by regular humans then by that hideous organization. There were people who took great joy in torturing angels, making them miserable and destroying them mentally. Castiel feared them most though the years went on and he started to see every human in that light. They pit angels against one another; brother against brother, forcing them to kill as if they were common animals.
His hope had vanished, his bright outlook had been swallowed up; now he flew around the earth secretly, praying every day he wasn't discovered and hunted. He'd done a good job in the last ten years; though it helped that he didn't approach any human civilizations too.
Castiel drifted into one of his favourite clearings, feeling particularly dismal that night. He hadn't seen one of his siblings in months, the last one disappearing when he travelled too close to town. Castiel sighed heavily and wiped his eyes, looking up at his clearing to see the strangest thing; there was a stack of cheeseburgers in the center.
He tilted his head to the side curiously, glancing around. There was a pile of human food just sitting there. He couldn't explain why but he wanted it, out of all the things he could be doing to feel better he wanted to eat that mound of cheeseburger.
Castiel inched closer, unable to decide. However it didn't matter after several steps because the sudden net curling around him, trapping him. His heart raced and he instantly let out a distressed cry in his full voice; the ground around him mixing with the sky above and the treeline all forming into one blob of nausea and fear. His wings stretched and flapped frantically, tangling him further in the enchanted chains.
His chest lifted and fell rapidly as he heard the sounds of men approaching, the ground crunching beneath their feet. His arms and legs thrashed desperately but futilely, a long whine escaping him as fear gripped him more intensely. 'Father help me' His mind shrieked over and over, his heart pounding hard against his chest and in his ears, his breathing not slowing. 'Please father, please!' Still nothing.
He lashed out at the men as they hefted the net onto their vehicle, he had been too terrified and frantic to really register that they'd even started to drag him. Regardless of what he did now it was too late, he was caught.
Castiel curled up to the best of his ability, his head down and knees up, tears streaking his cheeks.
He stared, now, from the corner of a young man's room as he slept. Castiel was being punished for lashing out again, he wasn't allowed the warmth of the blanket and still given no clothing. It was the second day of his capture and so far he hated it. He was referred to as a thing, a stray dog dragged into a home it never wanted to be a part of.
Dean was his owner's name, Dean Winchester. Castiel was uncertain about him; he couldn't discern the nature of Dean's personality. He wasn't as kind as the younger one but it was already apparent that Sam had little power in this household; Castiel couldn't depend on him for anything.
He exhaled lightly and lifted himself from the corner he'd stowed away in, his bare skin brushing against the rough material of the wall agitatingly. He stepped quietly and snuck out of the room, closing the door with a silent click. Dean had given him no instructions before bed other than the fact he wasn't allowed to cover up. Being a young man at the peak of his sexual frustrations, Dean was clearly interested in looking at Castiel's naked body. He didn't care so much; he didn't feel like it was anything he should be hiding, though Castiel was never terribly in tune with human nature or their tendencies. He didn't understand the sexual gaze lingering on him; he only knew that he wasn't sure he liked it. It tingled beneath his skin and he didn't know if it was a good thing or bad.
Castiel's fingers traced the collar pressed against his skin as he stepped down the stairs; it prevented him from going too far from his master unless given that specific instruction. He couldn't run away if he tried.
"I'm really sorry," Sam's voice was quiet but the sudden sound made Castiel jump slightly, glancing over his shoulder at the younger male. "That Dean treats you like this, that any of this happened in the first place." Sam walked closer though respecting Castiel's personal space.
"What does he want?" the angel whispered cautiously, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Honestly, the stupidest thing." Sam shook his head, "He wanted to be the best in the Angel Battling field, or I think that's it anyway."
Castiel tilted his head slightly; "He wants to send me into battles? Against my brothers?" Lucky him, he got one of the sadistic humans.
"Dean doesn't see it that way, it's like a sport." Sam tried to explain though he didn't really put an effort into defending his brother, "Like wrestling, or lacrosse. Just a very violent sport."
"Well it's more than that to us," Castiel turned away and looked down the stairs again, "We're killing each other out there for your entertainment, I won't do what he wants."
"I know," Sam nodded, "But Dean's still taking you to a training camp, it starts next week."
Castiel lowered his head; obviously this Dean had nothing but selfish intentions. Why couldn't the world have been full of humans like Sam? The pleasant, understanding creatures he used to think they were?
The bedroom door opened and Dean stalked out, his original expression one of worry before he spotted Castiel's naked form at the end of the hall; "Cass what are you doing out here?" Dean took a hold of the angel's shoulder who promptly pulled away.
His eyes said what he needed to, the same words he'd shouted last time; don't touch me. "What do you want?"
"I asked why you're out here," Dean's tone shifted to more of a demand, seeing that plainly asking wouldn't do it.
"I wanted to look around," Castiel answered forcefully, feeling the sense that Dean wanted him back in the room. He lowered his head and trudged back, climbing into the bed as per Dean's mental cue.
"Dean," Sam argued tiredly.
"Don't, Sam." Dean walked back to his room, feeling a little bad for treating his angel this way. Why couldn't he just listen for once? On that note, he was surprised to see Castiel curled in the sheets on his bed, icy gaze staring out at him. Dean smiled and crawled in next to him, trapping him against the wall. "Listening for a change?"
"You're wishes, when made, are more than persuasive." Castiel growled at him.
"Good enough for now, I guess." Dean's eyes trailed down to see the blanket covering Castiel's unclothed form. "Take that off," he licked his lips watching as the angel hesitantly slid the blanket away, his pale flesh contrasting against the dark sheets. Dean's hand came up and caressed Castiel's side, unable to protest against Dean's stronger intentions.
Castiel shuddered as his master's hand brushed over his hip and cupped his ass, getting a feel for his body. He wanted to protest but Dean interested in this wholly, his mind focused on Castiel allowing it to happen. As per Dean's whim, Castiel stretched out face down in the pillow, his knees holding his rear upright. Dean paused to appreciate the offering made, gazing at the sights that Castiel had to give him.
Dean moved behind his angel, staring down at Castiel's entrance eagerly. There had been so many things that he wanted to try in the past but hadn't had the nerve to ask any males out. Now he had a male angel, the closest he could get and it was prettier than any other guys he knew. Dean licked his fingers and traced the tight hole gently, getting a stifled groan from mound of pillows. He smiled and slid his hand down to the prize between Castiel's trembling thighs, remembering that this very thing was pressed against him earlier when Castiel had tackled him. That warm feeling, soft and exposed flesh pressed down between them; so close.
Now he could touch it; but something in him had to stop. Something wasn't quite right. Dean moved beside Castiel again, peering down at his angel's face pushed hard into the pillows. He pulled Castiel's shoulders back, his body flopping over with the sudden movement.
The moment Dean saw Castiel's face he no longer had any desire to stare at him naked; the tears streaming down those beautifully puffy cheeks alone was enough to make him stop. But the look in Castiel's eyes, that horribly frightened look like Dean was a monster. "Cass…" he whispered, a realization dawning on him that Castiel's expression was there for a reason; Dean was about to rape him. "Hey, it's okay." Dean quivered with the new light shone on him, seeing himself differently. "I won't, I promise I won't unless you want to."
Castiel shivered, his legs curling up as more confusion rolled over him. His bottom lip shook along with his jaw, unable to look away from Dean.
"I'm so sorry, Cass." Dean sat back, appearing disgusted with himself, "I hadn't thought about… You must be so scared." Dean pulled Castiel up into a hug, his entire outlook seemed different but he was too stunned with himself to really notice it yet. "If you don't like it, tell me." He whispered into the soft, black hair of his angel.
Castiel relaxed against the embrace, closing his eyes and allowing his breathing to slow down again. Maybe he could talk to this human, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It could be worse; he could be stuck with one of those malicious humans. "I won't be so easy to train," he warns quietly but playfully, his usual anger distant from his voice.
Dean smiled, "I won't be either," he laughed lightly and leaned back again, "You can wear my clothes for now, until we get you your own."
Castiel looked over at the dresser where he'd seen Dean remove clothing from, "Not for bed," He slipped under the covers, pressing his heated backside against the cooled wall, "I'd prefer to sleep this way."
Dean was surprised to find himself blushing; he was just willing to pressing his dick into the most private parts of Castiel and now he was blushing at the thought of laying naked next to him. "You're awesome."
Castiel glanced up and let the corners of his mouth turn up, he didn't have to sleep but it was possible. And quite frankly, after all of the fear and adrenaline, he felt he needed it.
