Animals

Rating: R

Pairings: Human!Azazel/Human!Alistair, Angel!Dean/Demon!Sam, Dean/Anna (Mating), Dean/Michael (Dub-con), Sam/Dean/Castiel (Final Relationship). Mentions of Dean/Castiel and Sam/Ruby.

Warnings: Animal-like interactions, Wing-porn, Rough sex, Dub-con/Non-con (There's a boundary between them somewhere), Language, DSM sort of dynamics, Violence.

Summary: "I may have…bought a new housemate today," he said, slightly sheepish, and Azazel's eyes lit up in delight. He'd been pestering for Alistair to buy a Demon for months, worried that leaving Sam alone all day couldn't be good for him and that if Alistair bought a female they could always breed them and make more money. Azazel by no means saw Sam as just a stud, but if it helped then why not, you know?

Disclaimers: Nothing is owned. I may be convinced into selling my soul for creative rights, however. (:

Come on…Damn it…You have to wake up, you hear me? You can't just die now, not after everything…

Curled in on itself, Dean's Grace stirred, just a little, stretching and turning within the confines of its vessel and wings. There was something dark on one of its sides, something unbearably bright on the other. Even as it stretched out, sensing, probing, the darkness pressed more closely, wrapping itself around the little frightened ball of Grace in a way that was so intimate that Dean's Grace was left shuddering.

Dean, if you can hear me you have to wake up. I need you here.

The bright light kept away, cautious and watchful but not overbearing. Dean's Grace was glad for that; it shivered and trembled in the darkness' loving hold, as what seemed to be black smoke stroked and caressed it like one would do a frightened animal.

The Grace heard two voices, clamoring for its attention. Light and Dark pressed against it in equal measures, terrifying and reassuring and loving all at once. The Grace didn't know whether to fight or fall.

Michael's gone, Dean. You're safe.

Michael. Dean's Grace shuddered at the name. It remembered; its body remembered, too. The darkness sensed its unease and tried to soothe it away, but the ache and fear and pain were building, welling up behind the Grace's light, turning it erratic until it pulsed with power. Unchained, uncollared, Dean's young Grace was a force to be reckoned with.

Dean, Dean, Dean…

It was time to wake up now.

Dean!

Dean shot upright with a cry of alarm, immediately finding his Grace and lashing out towards the room in general, trying to fight off whatever was causing dread to gather in his stomach, to make his heart start going a mile a minute…Whatever threat there was. For a moment, all he could feel was pain, up and down his spine, in his wings and legs, and then there was warmth. Solid, comfortable. Safety…He leaned into it on instinct, trying to bring his sight into focus to tell what was next to him.

He saw feet first. Four of them, to be exact, not including his own. Then legs; two of them adorned in jeans, the other covered by black dress pants. His eyes traveled upward more, taking in a large, strong body, giant hands that rested at the base of one of his wings, the other must be what's petting through his hair to try and calm him down, then a t-shirt that hid a well-muscled torso, a neck and jaw and a pair of black eyes that he definitely recognized.

Sam… Pure joy flooded his being as he buried his face in the Demon's neck, a deep inhale confirming that it was, indeed, Sam, holding him close, embracing him like nothing had happened, soothing him from the nightmare that had left him shaking. It was Sam that was smiling at him like he was a long-lost lover that he'd never stopped loving, like he thought he'd never see Dean again and was delighted to be proven wrong. Sam, Sam, Sam…

Dean felt movement behind him and stiffened, just a little, looking over his shoulder to see a pair of azure eyes staring back at him, gentle and affectionate. Castiel was pressed against Dean's back, but not too closely to feel like the Angel was being confined. He smelled of blood; there was a healing cut on his face from his temple to just below his eye, and the silvery-black wings that stretched out behind him were bandaged in places to stem blood flow and stop infection while they healed.

Cas… The smaller Angel smiled at Dean, one of his hands trailing down Dean's torso slowly, before the sky-blue eyes flickered over Dean to Sam, who was frowning just a little at him. Immediately Dean felt panic flood his system; Don't be angry, Sam, please don't be angry…I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…

Memory after memory assaulted him, of what he'd done to betray Sam, of how unworthy he was to be bound to the Demon; Anna…Michael…hell, even Castiel was proof of Dean's infidelity, no matter how unwilling that may have been. Dean remembered with guilt the fleeting thought that he would have definitely considered Castiel as a mate, under different circumstances.

Dean's frantic pleading was cut short when Sam ran a hand down his flank, slowly, the gesture every bit as affectionate and loving as it had been before…before. When Dean dared meet Sam's eyes again they were hazel and forgiving, and Sam brushed his nose against Dean's, still smiling gently.

If you had not bonded with him, I would never have found you. Sam's voice…God, Dean had missed it. The Angel's eyes fell closed as Sam brushed his lips and nose against his face, relearning every little feature. There was a brief pause when Sam found the fingernail marks that Michael had left, and again Dean tensed up, fearing Sam's wrath.

I'm just sorry I didn't come sooner. I'm sorry it took me so long; too long. God…I could hear you, when we were approaching the place where they were keeping you. I could smell him in there, could smell you in there, and I knew what he would do to you, – was doing to you – and I wasn't fast enough. Dean's eyes scanned Sam's face, found the beautiful hazel eyes shining brightly with unshed tears; Dean, I should be begging your forgiveness. I'm so sorry…I couldn't protect you…

As am I. Dean turned to look at Castiel, who was frowning in a mix of concern and repentance. I wasn't able to detect you were in danger. We weren't fast enough. We're so sorry, Dean. Castiel ducked his head, nuzzling at the back of Dean's neck, where his hairline stopped. Forgive us.

Dean looked over at Sam, searching the Demon's eyes and mind for reassurance, that this wasn't all just pretty words. They knew, they said they knew, and they were still begging him for forgiveness?

No. It wasn't right. He didn't deserve that.

Dean pushed himself upright, noticing that while he was still naked, the blood had been cleaned away from his thighs and face, and there was no longer pain between his legs from Michael's violation. Whether that was his own doing or if Castiel or Sam had cleaned and healed him, he didn't know. His wings and head felt heavy with all that he was feeling and, for the briefest moment, he yearned for the emotional dullness and mental simplicity that the human collars granted him. At that thought, his gaze drifted to Sam's wrist. There was a tan-line on the Demon's arm, but no actual band there. Unthinking, Dean reached out and traced the paler flesh, silently asking explanation.

Cas broke me out. We're free now, Dean. I won't let them take you away from me again.

Dean's bright green eyes flickered to Sam, wide in wonder, and then over to Castiel. The fact that Sam had let Castiel help him at all – that was a leap of faith – but it was the nickname that caught him so off guard. It was thought with affection, with a gentle acceptance of Castiel's place in Dean's life and, by extension, Sam's.

Sam had accepted Castiel into their group.

The Demon reached up slowly, running a hand straight down the middle of Dean's unchained spine, at the same time Castiel brushed his fingers through the base of his wings. Dean shuddered, his ebony wings flexing behind him as he moaned, eyes falling closed. He was boneless and unable to resist Sam's manhandling as the Demon pushed him back down to the bed, covering the Angel's body with his own.

Let us erase his influence, Sam murmured, petting Dean gently, his fingers mapping out the sharp angles and strong muscles of Dean's body, relearning the feeling of his mate underneath him. Let us mark you again, claim you as ours. You will never be another's; they will never take you away from us. You are ours, Dean, and we are yours. Let us show you that. Sam punctuated each sentence with a soft nip or kiss to Dean's neck and chest, such vast amounts of joy and love and protectiveness pouring out from Sam that for a moment all Dean wanted to do was bask in it.

Until Castiel joined in.

Plastering himself to Dean's side, the Angel focused on Dean's wings while Sam pleasured and worshipped his body. Castiel's long, elegant fingers combed through the sensitive feathers, around Dean's spine where he could reach. No patch of Dean's skin was left untouched or untasted, no filter on the emotions and words between them. Everything that had to be said and more was being said right here, right now.

All for Dean.

The Angel met Castiel's eyes, breathless and wanton, and laced a hand around the back of Castiel's neck, fingers knotting in the finer hairs at the bottom and pulled the smaller male down, sealing their lips together. He'd been right; this was how a kiss should feel like. Castiel was deliberate and patient, licking his way into Dean's mouth with the barest hint of pressure, not making Dean do anything he didn't want to do. Castiel tasted like he smelled; like rain and ocean spray and Dean was thirsty for more. Hesitantly he allowed Castiel to kiss him fully, tongues sliding together in a slow, heady dance, and Castiel made a little noise of approval in the back of his throat, one of his hands gently resting on Dean's neck to hold them together.

Dean gasped loudly, his moan swallowed down by Castiel when Sam nuzzled between his legs, purring as Demons are want to do. Sam's hands massaged Dean's thighs gently, teasingly touching around his hipbones and stomach until his mouth descended on Dean's rapidly hardening cock. The young Angel arched into the warmth of Sam's mouth, trying to get deeper into that delicious heat, but the Demon's hand kept him down. Dean whimpered, finding a sort of sweet surrender in letting the two males pleasure him, in being unable to give himself any, to rely completely on them to take care of him.

Of course we will take care of you, Dean…

Always, beloved, always.

Beloved…Dean liked the sound of that. He smiled against Castiel's lips, gently tugging on the other Angel's hair so that they could break away and breathe. Castiel was flushed, already full lips even fuller and red from the kiss. Dean was sure he looked no better. Dean cast his eyes down to where Sam was pleasuring him with his mouth, the Demon's eyes now black again and focused on Dean with an intensity that would be scary in any other situation, but right now just served to make Dean's desire spike, his cock jerk in Sam's mouth, causing the Demon to chuckle, which just in turn made Dean hiss in pleasure, trying once again to arch further into Sam's mouth.

At once Sam pulled off, making Dean whine at the loss, but the sound was cut off half way in surprise when Castiel rolled the two of them over, so that Dean was pinning the other Angel down onto the bed. At once he balked, reminded too much of Michael, but found himself unable to move as Castiel's arms and legs wrapped around him, anchoring him in the present as well as to the bed.

Please, Dean murmured, voice soft and eyes begging as he met Castiel's gaze, trying to pull away again. He was stopped when Castiel's grip held firm. Don't make me in his image.

You are not him, Castiel said, and with such a look of confident determination that Dean couldn't not believe him. You will not hurt me, Dean. What we will have will be nothing like mating, or violation. It's love. Castiel pulled Dean down for another kiss, though this one was chaste, more promise than fulfillment. I trust you, Dean. Do you not trust me?

Of course I do… And he did. Dean felt the bond placed on him by Castiel, made even more prominent when Castiel sealed a hand over Dean's left shoulder, causing a tingling sort of pain that was so startling that he had to look over, seeing the hand-print shaped burn on his shoulder that he hadn't noticed before, that Castiel had left on him during his rescue. You know I do.

Then trust both of us. Sam's heat was suddenly right behind him, and Dean realized that the Demon was kneeling on the bed, would be at perfect height and position to… Again Dean shied away, distressed, his heartbeat spiking for a moment as he looked over his shoulder, saw Sam naked and hard behind him.

Sam…no…please…

Sam smiled, though it was a little sad, as he leaned over Dean, chest to back and brushed some hair away from Dean's face, revealing the marks of Michael. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry he took from you what was yours to give, but you are not tainted. You are beautiful, and you are ours. Please, Dean, let us show you what it can be like. What love and bonds are for. Sam brushed his fingertips gently through Dean's wings, causing the Angel to shiver. Let me touch your Grace and let me feel you. I will never force you, but I don't want you to be afraid anymore. I don't want his marks on you, or his influence still over you.

You are safe here, Dean.

We love you, Dean.

Dean was shaking his head, eyes tightly shut. He wanted to let go, but he could still feel the bastard on him, around him, inside of him. He didn't deserve this unrelenting love and passion directed towards him, especially from Sam and Cas, who he both loved.

I'm not worthy.

Let us be the judge of that.

Castiel's soft moan made Dean's eyes open again. Sometime, during the inner monologue of loathing and self-deprecation, Castiel had undressed himself, and he lay underneath Dean, naked and beautiful, his outstretched wings practically glowing with his Grace. Dean moved his head, trying to see what was affecting Castiel so much, to see two of Sam's fingers buried as far as they could go inside the Angel. He watched, enthralled, as Sam twisted his wrist just so, and the cry Castiel let out was wrecked and beautiful, loud and full of unreserved passion. Dean swallowed audibly, turning his wide eyes back to Castiel, who was looking at him intensely.

Need you, Dean, please? Pleasure me as Sam pleasures you, and let the Demon know of Grace. Castiel leaned up, nuzzling at the opposite side of Dean's throat, away from where Sam's mating mark lay, and bit down hard enough to break skin; an invitation, an offer and an acceptance all at once. Dean felt Sam's fingers withdraw from Castiel and grip Dean's erection, guiding the Angel towards Castiel.

Go on…the Demon encouraged, nuzzling his own mating mark as he bit down.

That was all it took, really. Dean snarled, the sound loud and feral and he grabbed Castiel's hips, pushing in slowly, despite all the urgency burning in his blood – he would never hurt Cas like he had been hurt. Never. Something inside of him unwound and flew when he bottomed out inside of the other Angel, his entire body shaking with the pleasure of being wrapped in that tight heat, which became tighter and hotter momentarily as Cas clenched around him. Dean snarled again, this time as a warning as he found Castiel's neck, intent on placing his own mark there. When Dean bit down, drawing blood, which he licked at and swallowed like a man dying of thirst, Castiel's Grace pulsed with triumph and with love. Dean let his death grip on Castiel's hips go, in favor of knotting in the Angel's dark hair, kissing him with wild abandon, with a frenzy that Castiel eagerly answered.

Dean pulled back and thrust in again, every movement careful and slow, testing the waters in case he did something Castiel didn't like. The other Angel seemed to be suffering under no such qualms; whenever Dean bottomed out inside of him he clenched and moaned, baring his neck again and again as his back arched and Dean took the offer for what it was, his teeth alternating between Castiel's lips and his neck. The Angel would have a bruise the size of Texas on his throat by the time Dean was done.

Castiel purred gently into Dean's ear, stroking a hand lightly through Dean's hair when Dean felt Sam behind him. The other Angel stilled, but not out of fear; he wanted to make himself easier for Sam to work with. Enveloped in the love and warmth of his two mates, there was no room for fear or pain here, not anymore. Sam's fingers were gentle as they slid in, and with a pang of self-anger Dean realized he was still relatively loose from Michael, and Dean was relaxed, coaxed into complacency by Castiel's hands and wings and soft voice as Sam slid a third finger in, scissoring and stretching Dean as much as he could without causing pain. His fingers were wet and warm and gentle, and when Dean started pushing back onto his hand Sam deemed his mate sufficiently ready for him.

He climbed onto the bed, between Dean's legs which were between Castiel's, one hand guiding himself towards Dean's ass, the other gently stroking down his mate's spine. Love you, Dean, he whispered as he pushed in, moaning at the tight grip of Dean's muscles as he slid in a few inches, then stopped when Dean tensed. As soon as his Angel relaxed, Sam sunk in a little deeper; stop and start, stop and start, until he was fully sheathed inside of his quivering mate.

You are beautiful, he whispered, loving hands coaxing themselves into Dean's wings as he thrust forward, which in turn forced Dean deeper inside Castiel. You are perfect.

We love you, Dean.

We'll never leave you again.

They can't take you from us.

Dean choked on a sob, his eyes clenching tightly as he buried his face in Castiel's neck, unable to look at either of them. He was a slave to their joint movements; he hardly had to move at all, as Castiel lifted his hips for Dean to sink into him, and Sam pushed forward into Dean in turn. Back and forth, sensation too much when Sam began to hit his prostate, and Castiel began clenching in earnest, both of them running hands up and down his body and wings, a quick build-up of emotion and frenzy that had Dean coming before he could even think.

White went off behind his eyes and he loosed a loud, broken moan, held together by the two males as he rode his orgasm.

Sam came soon after, driven over the edge by the thought of finally marking his mate and the incessant clenching of Dean's muscles around him, and he snaked a hand beneath Dean to wrap around Castiel, who arched and released with a few short strokes.

They collapsed, boneless and sated on the bed after coming down, and Castiel willed them clean and comfortable in a heartbeat, pulling the blankets of their bed up around them – Dean had only just noticed they were in a bed, in some motel room somewhere. He smiled when Castiel nuzzled into his front, Sam curled up around his back and Castiel extended one beautiful, silvery wing across the both of them. All three fell asleep, one by one, willed into dreamland by their bond's strength, love and comfort.

They were two uncollared Angels and an unbanded Demon. They couldn't speak any human language – just a mix of Latin and Enochian, and if they did try to speak – or if the Angels did, at least – they'd likely melt a human's brains out of their ears. They wouldn't last long in the wild, when the city was all they'd ever known.

So they all went back to Azazel and Alistair. After some very obvious display of territory and marking on Castiel, the two humans were persuaded – with a little help from John; Sam always knew he liked that man – to take him into their apartment. One would worry about seasons and heat and everything, but after a certain disgruntled call from Mister Adler, saying that the mating with Anna hadn't gone through, Dean had been taken to an Angel specialist and pronounced infertile. He could neither conceive nor bear children.

There were no more worries about half breeds. Sam never attempted to mate solely with Castiel during his season – he was content to watch Dean and Castiel go at it, or participate with Dean while Dean mated with Castiel. The two of them were bound through Dean – he was the constant, the solid, the glue between them all and they loved him.

No one would ever take him away from them again. They would make sure of that.

When Sam took John and his deputy, Dan, to the place where Dean had been held, they found it had been wiped off the face of the Earth. When Michael had died – and Sam refused to tell Cas or Dean how he'd done it, if he'd done it at all – he'd taken a five mile radius with him. Luckily there had been no collateral damage, although Adam had been linked to Zachariah's breeding ground, working as a front gate security officer when Alistair had visited, and had therefore been able to know Dean's whereabouts, names of his owners, and had had all the information necessary for his capture. Zachariah was arrested under suspicion of being linked to 'Morning Star', and Bobby Singer had taken over the facilities during his trial.

All in all, it had been a busy week, and Sam, Dean and Castiel curled up together at the end of it, listening to their Masters talking in the other room, and reveled in the connection they shared, whispering to each other in long dead languages that no humans would ever hear.

FIN

Author's Note: So...you like?

There will likely be a sequel to this 'verse, but I'm having a little trouble coming up with a captivating storyline - it's gonna be a revenge!fic; that much I know, and will likely involve Gabriel somehow... Any criticisms/comments/ideas you want to throw my way will be listened to and very much appreciated. Thank you for the reviews for this story, and now that it's done I can get back to your regularly scheduled fics.

Loves to you all,

HigherMagic x