Castiel sat in the carriage as Dean exited, not even saying a word to him before he got out. Castiel just rubbed his face tiredly, his head buzzing from a massive migraine.
He didn't make any attemt to move, just wrapped his arms around himself as the realty of what he had done set in. He was now in the Perdition kingdom, the most terrifying place on Earth for an angel like himself to be in.
Castiel thought about the look on Balthazar's face when he told him he would be leaving for a year and he would have to take the throne until he returned.
He had made sure to make his leaving discrete, so every one of his subjects was probably in mourning since Balthazar had said he was sick and wouldn't be making an appearance any time soon.
His large wings were cramped from being shoved into a tiny space for hours, and did nothing to comfort him. It would probably be in his best interest to exit and stretch them out. He got up, ducking so he could crawl out into the brisk air, only regretting that he did afterwards.
Once he was out and his bare feet touched the cool cobblestone Castiel looked around the court yard he was in, only to see demons all around staring at him with wide black eyes. Castiel instantly flinched, stepping back in shock from seeing so many dark lifeless like black eyes on him.
Castiel had never felt different in the Holy Kingdom, he had always felt beautiful and respected since he had such large wings of which no other angel possesed. But here he felt...naked...different...alien.
Suddenly, someone was wrapping a white shawl over his shoulders and wings, covering him from the view of wandering black eyes. Castiel looked up, seeing Dean pull him close to his body as he led him to the castle entrance.
Once they were inside, away from the scrutiny, Dean undid the shawl, shucking it off of his shoulders so his wings were free. Castiel looked up with wide eyes when the demon pressed dry lips to his forehead, making him shy away instantly.
Dean didn't look surprised, just disappointed.
"Come on Cas, you gotta give me something to work with here." The demon said gently, making Castiel shiver as he stared at the floor. Castiel didn't know where the demon got the nick name, but he didn't like it.
All it did was bring bad terrible dark memories that Castiel only remembered in his deepest nightmares.
"I can't..." He whispered, feeling how the demon tensed next to him.
"Look, I know this is hard-" Dean started gently, cupping his face.
Castiel did not want to go through this talk right now. To he treated like a child after years of being treated otherwise. Yes, he was an omega. But he didn't need to be coddled like a hatchling.
"I'm tired." Castiel remarked, cutting the other King off. Dean's eyes mellowed with sympathy but Castiel just looked away. He didn't want the one who had out him here to pity him. It just made everything that much worst.
"Can you show me where I'll be staying?" Castiel asked impatiently, his wings fluttering.
Dean just rolled his eyes, sighing deeply before he jerked his head in a different direction, gesturing for him to follow. Dean started walking at a steady pace, Castiel was sure to not fall far behind, for it was a large castle and anyone could get lost.
They walked up winding stair cases and down corridors until they came to a large hefty door, double guarded. Castiel ignored the odd looks the demons gave him as they walked past them and entered the large spacious white room with fine furniture and a large bed, as well as a blazing fire place. The room looked very well decorated to please, definatly fit for a King. Castiel was only happy the demon knew how to treat guests. Dean closed the door and leaned up against it, making Castiel confused.
"We run a basic scedual here, you know. The usual maid comes in, you will eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with me and we'll start trying when your settled okay?" The demon asked, his tail curled around his leg giving away that the demon was nervous.
Castiel just nodded. The plan seemed basic and simple enough. When the demon didn't move or say anything Castiel became confused.
"Aren't you going to leave? It's getting late..." Castiel remarked walking over to the bed, feeling the smooth satiny comforter.
He looked up when the demon chucked though, that damn smirk back on his handsome face.
"Actually...this is my chamber too."
Castiel stared in shock at what the demon had said, his skin suddenly getting chilled until every hair stood on end.
"You expect me...to sleep with you?" He asked, hoping the demon realized how ridiculous this was.
"Trust me, I wouldn't do this to you if it wasn't completely necessary." Dean said crossing his arms over his chest.
Castiel just glared at the demon not beliving this.
"But...it's the first night..." Castiel explained, shaking his head slowly.
When the demon didn't reply, Castiel tried again in desperation.
"I just spent three days in a carriage with you...I need a break." He said, trying to make the demon see reason.
"It's for your own safety...not a lot of my subjects are too fond of angels, and I don't wanna be responsible when someone slits your throat in your sleep." Dean hissed out, clearly getting irritated now. Castiel blinked and stepped back in shock.
He had forgotten for a moment exactly where he was. He reached up to his neck, feeling around the soft delicate flesh which protected his heart. Someone could rip it easily, killing him instantly on principle. His kingdom would never know what had happened to him, where he had gone. He would just be a past King, forgotten with time. He shook his head but felt someone touch his face, causing him to glance up and see Dean looking worried.
He came back to himself when Dean cupped the back of his head, holding his face to the crook in his neck. The demon smelt so wonderful, like woods and oil and old spice that it made Castiel's wings perk up.
"I shouldn't have said that..." Dean said softly, running a hand over his trembling wings. Castiel knew he wasn't lying though. It was true. Castiel was maybe the Kings guest, but he was still the enemy in the other demons eyes.
Castiel pulled away, earning a deep unsatisfied sigh from the demon. Castiel looked around the room, noticing that two maids were present making him blush and look at the floor.
He glanced up under his eyelashes when he heard Dean's feet shuffle, seeing the demon walk over and sit on the bed, shucking his boots off. Castiel watched a maid walk over helping Dean undress himself, unbuttoning his robes which fell off of his body like water before crawling further onto the bed. Castiel looked away, shy to stare at the other King's naked body, his wings pulled in close to his own body in seclusion.
He stepped back when the maid advanced on him, he was hardly ready to undress in front of the King never mind sleep in the same bed as him. Dean just smirked though, finding the whole situation hilarious.
Castiel glared when the demon maid stepped closer, causing him to step back and keep a distance.
The demon maid looked at her King in confusion and Dean just smiled as he got under the covers and comfortable, his back propped up by many pillows against the head board.
"You'll have to forgive him Ruby, he's a virgin." Dean said, clearly trying to mock him. Castiel turned around in defense when another maid started tugging off his clothes from behind. But, there was two maids and one of him, causing him to be outnumbered.
"Stop." He growled backing up, his wings raised and his feathers standing up in a furious manner, making him appear bigger. The demons didn't look intimidated though, just glanced at their King for direction.
"I want to do it myself." Castiel growled at Dean who was just watching the scene play out with half lidded eyes.
Dean looked at the maids, raising his hand and giving a simple gesture before they went back to the corners of the room, their heads bowed. Castiel stared at the demon King, his blood feeling like fire in his veins and his heart pounding in his ears as Dean just studied him.
He swallowed hard, preying silently for strength as the King got up and padded over to him. Castiel looked away, closeing his eyes when the demon touched his chest, letting him know he was there. Castiel couldn't help as the tears fell from his squeezed eyelids, dripping down his cheeks as the demon started unzipping his robes slowly, each inch causing his heart to clench that much tighter. Once he was totally unzipped, the robes fell leaving him just as bare as the demon infront of him was. His wings were shaking so much that it made Castiel feel a deep bone chill that made him feel cold. He slowly took stepped out of the robes which were circling his feet, his skin pricked now it was exposed to the cool air.
Castiel opened his eyes slowly, looking at the King who was watching him with wide bright green amazed eyes.
Castiel wrapped his arms around his body, staring at the ground in shame as he let his dignity be soiled.
Dean leaned in close, his lips just brushing his ear.
"Beautiful."
Castiel looked up with wide eyes when the demon spoke, his wings shaking still even know he had pulled them in at his sides.
Dean touched his skin, his touch feeling like fire against his milky skin as Dean ran his hand up over his arm. Castiel flapped his wings a bit in shock when Dean wrapped him in his arms, as if in embrace, burying his nose into his neck taking deep breaths like he was a drug.
Castiel trembled in the demons arms, his nerves so jumbled that he could feel the oil leak from his glands, soaking his feathers.
"Not tonight..." Dean whispered, running a hand through his thick dark hair and cradling his skull to the crook of his neck. Castiel felt relief disperse throughout his entire body. He didn't want to court tonight. He just wasn't ready. The demon moved him to the bed, laying him down and helped adjust his limbs so that he was comfortable before the King crawled into the bed with him, spooning behind him on his side. Castiel just tried to relax as the demon buried its face into his plush downy feathers, sniffing and scenting him out.
No one was aloud to touch anothers wings unless it was their mother or mate, and Dean was neither. So it took every ounce of will to not turn around and bit the bastards head off, but he found his self control. He could survive this year. He had survived Lucifer...he could survive this too.
And then everything would go back to normal. No war. No babies. Nothing.
