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Castiel just stared at the human who had the tip of his sword touching Deans throat.
Castiel had been a soul reader from when he was born, as all young hatchlings were taught. He could read a soul if he truly tried.
He knew Deans soul like he knew his own name. Now he studied this humans soul...John...and his head felt like it had been smacked with a block of ice. His heart was pounding in his ears as he compared the two.
Johns soul was nothing like his Deans. But the genetic building of it was identical. Meaning only one thing. Somehow John and Dean shared the same heritage. And by how similar, and looking at Johns age only one conclusion came to mind.
John was Deans biological father. His beautiful witty sweet strong caring Dean was from this horrifyingly cruel awful mans bloodline.
"He doesn't have anything to do with this..." Castiel said not breaking his stare with John. John just smiled totally oblivious that he had his own sons throat at the edge of his own sword.
"What about you boy? Have anything to say? You don't look civilized but I'm sure you can talk as much as your angel friend over here." John said seriously.
Dean just stared at the man before speaking.
"Please, let us-"
Before Dean could finish Castiel used the last of his strength to make a five second connection with his human.
"DEAN, DON'T SAY ANYTHING." Castiel yelled through the link before the connection broke off and he kneeled over panting. Dean stopped talking and looked down at the ground obeying Castiel's order.
"Good, so you do talk." John smiled.
Dean just flinched when John pushed the tip of his sword further into Deans neck.
"What are you doing in the forest playing with an angel?" John asked raising his sword a bit so Deans chin raised up meeting the other humans eyes. Dean looked like he was about to answer with something sarcastic or witty but Castiel beat him to it.
"Don't answer that." Castiel said calmly not afraid of John. John just raised an eyebrow and looked back at Dean.
"Answer the question son. That's a command from your King." John said seriously. Dean just stayed silent his eyes drifting not knowing what to do, but obviously listening to his mother. Castiel was pleased that Dean listened to him.
Castiel knew that when John said son it wasn't in the literal sense, just an expression.
It was quite obvious that John had no clue the human at his feet was his son.
John just sighed not happy with Deans silence.
"Do you know who I am boy?" John asked lowering his sword and crouching down to face Dean. Dean just shook his head quickly looking nervous.
"I'm King John the 1." John said smiling at the title. Deans face was blank giving away nothing.
"I own all of this land from the forbidden sea to the red dawn hills. I control every one under this kingdom. And If I see fit I will have you executed." John said seriously. Dean just swallowed deeply. Castiel glared at John's back.
"My real question is why are you are listening to this angel." John said thoughtfully standing back up and walking over to Castiel.
When John pulled his head back by his hair, exposing his throat, Castiel could see Deans eyes widen with rage.
Dean just stared as the King walked over to Castiel. So this was Sam's father. The one who hunted angels. And now Cas was at his mercy. Great. Just peachy.
"In the books this breed of angel is called a white breasted caeruleo wing." John said smiling at Dean. Dean just glared as John reached down cupping the angels breast.
Dean could hear his angel growl deeply.
"Very rare breed. Only about five in the whole realm." John said thoughtfully.
John squeezed one of Cas's full breast making him squeak. Milk dripped out of the swollen teat onto the kings hand and John raised it to his mouth as he sniffed it.
Dean watched horrified.
John put a finger in his mouth tasting it.
"Of course, better then honey." The king said whipping the rest of the substance on a cloth that a human in armor gave him. Castiel was snarling now angrily. John reached down again and slapped the breast half heartedly causing Cas to cry out and struggle. The breast just jiggled as this happened, a red hand mark forming on the pale skin.
"YOU-" Dean wanted to call this human a bunch of blasphemous words, but before he could he was socked in the stomach, making his breath leave him.
John let go of the hold he had on the angels hair and stepped away. Castiel instantly reached his face down, straining his neck and licking at his breast as if he was on fire, to rid the skin of the humans disgusting scent where Johns hand had squeezed and slapped his flesh.
"Yea, it must burn like a fire to be touched by human hands." John remarked smiling.
The angel didn't pay any mind to him though, just licked his skin, covering it with saliva.
"God, you're a clean little thing." John smiled and then looked to the other humans.
"Let's move back to camp, we'll figure things out there." John said in a deep tone. All the humans nodded getting ready to move when John spoke directly to another human looking cheerful.
"On second thought, maybe I will have her killed. I can already imagine how gorgeous those wings will look above the fireplace." John said smiling.
Dean just couldn't help it anymore. He snapped. No one threatened his angel and lived, no one.
"YOU BASTARD! STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT! I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU HURT HIM! DO YOU HEAR ME? I'LL KILL YOU!." Dean yelled trying to get up but the humans next to him pushed on his shoulders making him kneel back down. He had finally lost it. His knuckles asked to punch something and he just wanted to kill them all for even being here, and for humiliating and dishonoring Cas like this, for talking about taking the one who he loved with all of his heart and killing him like he was a common stag.
Everyone just stared, including the King.
"I think the brood angel here has this kid under her spell." John said looking at the human next to him.
Dean just fumed.
"Sire?" Another man asked.
"Take this man to a tent and bring him a healer. I think he's greatly influenced by this creatures dark magic." John said waving his hand to motion at Castiel.
"And the angel sire?" Another man asked.
"Give her some medicine. I don't want any interruptions back to camp." John said seriously before mounting his horse and looking at the other humans. Dean cringed on the sound of that. The King was retorting to Cas as a female, and what the hell did they mean by medicine?
"Bobby, you'll be responsible for getting the angel back to camp. Just put it on the back of the horse, she should be fine after you feed her. I'll be there waiting and we'll go figure what's what from there.
"What if there's trouble?" Bobby asked.
"She doesn't have a mate, she would be pregnant, and he would be here protecting her. So I don't think we'll have any interruptions. Have the trees removed as soon as possible after we leave. Till then, I'll meet the rest of you back at camp." John said before clicking his tongue and galloping away.
Dean looked back at Castiel when his angel squeaked out in protest and struggled when a human tried holding his head still.
Another human was beside the angel holding his nose so he would open his mouth.
"STOP! HE CAN'T BREATH!" Dean screamed, only earning himself a backhand across the face.
Cas didn't last long, air to precious to be away from his delicate lungs. He gasped for air and the humans took that moment to poor a liquid out of a vial down his throat.
Dean watched with horror stricken eyes as the made the angel swallow the the liquid by pressing hard between his breast, right in the middle. Another human was still holding the angels face up, exposing his long neck.
Dean watched the angels throat constrict as he tried to stop but the reaction was to great. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and when the humans let go Castiel was still swallowing as he looked down at the ground, his eyes dropped and exhausted. Castiel worked his throat, swallowing his saliva again and again trying to vomit. Suddenly the angel looked over at Dean and his eyes rolled back in his head, his body falling to the ground twitching before going limp.
"NO!" Dean found himself blood murder, screaming and struggling to get up as humans held him down.
"CAS! CASTIEL!" Dean screamed in agony, his heart falling out of his chest.
Another human with a red beard...the one called Bobby... the one that knew that this angel was his mother but hadn't said anything to the King, looked over at him sadly before walking to the limp angel and adjusting the body before picking it up and placing it over a horses back so that Cas was bent in the middle.
Dean just stared in horror as tears ran down his eyes. Bobby ran his hand down the back of Castiel's thigh before he walked over to the reigns of the horse and attached them to a second horses reigns before mounting the second horse.
Deans heart fell deeper into the pit of his stomach as they started trotting away.