THIS IS MY OWN PROMPT CAUSE I WAS INSPIRED AND THEN IT BECAME THIS BIG THING AND OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH. IT'S LIKE FORBIDDEN ROMANCE AND HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO HOT.

November 15th
Prompt- Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons

It had been four months. Four long months. Sam struggled with right and wrong. He began seeing Ruby in a way that was less than rational. He wasn't cutting his hair every few months anymore, so now it was down at his shoulders. He even stopped eating healthy.

And junk food was really the last straw for him. It was the turning point.

On the other end of the spectrum, Dean stuck it out for forty years. He ignored the torture for forty long years.

Finally, he graduated what came to be known as Demon School (in his head, at the very least). Dean was only human. He could only survive for so long without breaking. He would have ended up safely back on earth in a few weeks, if only he hadn't given in. He'd traded his soul to Lucifer for a safe ride back to the human world. Only when he came back, he wasn't whole.

His broken status was not determined by his soullessness, no. That was Sam's thing. He came back soul intact. But, there was one new addition: his status as a demon.

Never did Sam expect to find Dean Winchester alive and whole again on his doorstep, but neither did he expect for Dean's smirk to be wolfish and predatory, a gun dangling from his fingertips.

"Dean!" His raspy voice was full of shock and a hint of fear. Who knew if he recognized Ruby as he pushed her off to the side. Dean's eyes revealed his suspicion. "What are- Dean!" He could barely speak, and finally it hit. His big brother, the man he'd searched the earth for, the man he'd nearly traded his life for, was back in front of him. He moved with fascinating speed as his long arms enveloped the smaller man in a tight hug.

Dean reciprocated much slower, only offering an awkward pat to Sam's back as he smirked wider.

"That you, Ruby?" He wondered with a grin, speaking for the first time since he'd arrived at Sam's door. "I wouldn't have figured you as a brunette."

Ruby grimaced from behind Sam, "and I wouldn't have pegged you to give up so easily, Dean."

Sam looked back and forth between the pair, his eyes full of confusion. "Dean, what's she talking about? How... How'd you get out?"

Dean's eyes never left Ruby's new form, only allowing his grin to widen at Sam's question, "I never really did, Sammy." He admitted, his eyes finally focusing on his brother's. Slowly he blinked, but when he opened his eyes again, Sam only saw black. Sam only saw the death of his big brother, and the birth of a new creature that he couldn't quite hate.

"You're... Wait." Sam backed into the door, allowing Dean to close the door behind them. "I don't understand."

"He's a demon, Sam. But, he is also your brother." A new voice joined the conversation, and three pairs of eyes turned to regard the man in a strange trenchcoat who'd suddenly appeared in Sam's living room.

"Castiel." Ruby and Dean echoed, eyeing the newcomer with a hint of aggression. Dean's eyes were much softer, however, and his lips rounded into a grin even more feral than that he'd possessed moments ago.

Sam was lost to everything, and at this point, he was done trying. There was too much happening, and he sat stiffly on the couch, eyes bouncing around the room like an audience member at a Tennis match.

Castiel scowled back at Dean, "you shouldn't have given up." He announced gruffly, his voice filled with a dark emotion Sam couldn't quite place.

Dean laughed, "oh, what? You were supposed to rescue me? Please, Cas! This is much more fun."

Castiel looked down, eyes clouded with regret. If only he had revived the boy sooner none of this would have- "Can someone please explain what's happening?" Sam asked, his voice shaking as he held his head in his hands.

It turned out that Dean being a demon didn't exactly change dynamics. He was as much a sinner as any demon, but he was also a rebel in the largest sense of the word. He was the demon to Castiel's angel. They both rebelled against their kind, but Dean's rebellion was more for sport, while Castiel was trying to help stop the apocalypse.

(No one needed to mention the part about the angel falling in love with the demon. That was most definitely not part of his reason for rebelling, no sir.)

Dean became what Ruby had been dying to be ever since the beginning. Her only problem was the whole lying and deceit gag. Dean was up front and honest with his treachery. It was almost laughable.

Several years passed, Sam began to cope with Dean's new form, and he trusted the new brother he'd gained. He allowed Dean to return to hunting by his side, and even let Castiel join once or twice. If only to see that grin resurface on Dean's lips. "Hey, Cas." He'd whisper, using every chance he could get to rustle the angel's literal feathers.

At this point, the angel was too obvious, and even he knew it. He blushed, and stammered, and his emotions weren't the closed book they'd been at the beginning. It was dangerous- the affection he began to feel for the demon.

Dean was just so warm, and dark, and- he clouded the angel's mind. He made him want to forget. And he did sometimes. Castiel forgot everything when the larger man was around. He began to focus on our their mingling breaths as Dean jokingly shoved him against a wall. But, soon it wasn't just the angel. But, the difference was... Dean had no problem with caring for an angel.

He pushed Castiel up against the bark of a nearby tree, enjoying the view of Castiel's blushing cheeks. "Dean, no. Stop." Castiel murmered, but his attempts to push Dean off died in vain, as Dean slanted his lips over the angels matching pair. A moan erupted from his pale throat, and he shuddered, trying to escape the demon's pull.

Dean only smirked against Castile's collarbone, as he pressed wet kisses down his exposed neck. "Dean, stop." Castiel tried again, no real effort behind his protests.

Not gunna lie... I kinda hate where it ended up. Oh well. What'd you guys think? That's the only thing that really matters.