A/N: This is a collection I'm starting of a thing on my Discord server called prompt fights, where someone gives a prompt and the rest can write short fills according to the prompt. These are my personal fills, and most if not all will be of boyking!Sam because that is the Discord server theme. They don't have any backstory other than what is said in the fill and it is not in one story universe, so while Sam is almost always King of Hell, other characters won't be as consistent and may not be mentioned at all in some fills.

Sastiel will be a common ship in the fills and Dean will not be in every fill. Wincest will never be in the fills.

***Some of the fills may be very dark.***

They'll post every few days as the next prompt comes in and I write the fill. Enjoy!

prompt

The king is kind, and understanding. But just as easily as he gives, he takes away. And when he takes away, he takes away everything.

***warnings: this fill is dark Sastiel***

Castiel had been remade several times.

At first, it had been by God himself. He had been remade when Lucifer had exploded him, and he had been remade countless other times. It wasn't a new sensation to him anymore; it was kind of like sleeping. He floated in endless, dreamless darkness, and then he woke up wherever he had been revived, feeling fresh and clean and powerful. He didn't really know when it would happen, so he lived as if any day could be his last - which, in this life, it could.

But he always remembered it, he always remembered before as if he had simply been sleeping.

Until now.

Cas stood in the halls of Hell; in the throne room, to be exact. He couldn't see much in the dim firelight, but he didn't have to. He knew he'd fucked up - and he'd fucked up something that really wasn't supposed to be fucked up. For the first time, Cas was afraid of his future, of what Sam would do to him. There were things much worse than death, Cas knew this, and he knew that Sam had more than enough experience to get creative if he needed to.

Cas also knew that he loved the King of Hell. He'd loved him when Sam had first taken the throne, and he loved him now, when he was deciding on Cas's punishment. It was a delicate balance between the two of them; Sam did love him, and he was lenient and understanding, but even Cas knew his patience only stretched so far, and he had done more than stretched it; he'd snapped it and then shredded the pieces.

Sam was currently sitting on the throne, legs crossed and posture relaxed as ever, but his eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Cas, who knew that look all too well. He knew the mind that was running, trying to decide how Cas should pay for his monumental mistakes.

Sam moved suddenly, legs uncrossing as he stood in a fluid motion, face emotionless. Cas darted his eyes down as he walked closer, stopping two steps away from him and tilting his chin up with one finger, the slight contact feeling as if it was searing Cas's skin. He met Sam's hazel eyes and found sympathy reflected back; the question of his punishment was playing in a loop in the back of his mind and fear rose up with it.

"You understand why I have to do this," Sam said, voice soft. Deceiving, Cas thought, and then he wished that Sam could speak that softly to him again, but in very different circumstances. He pushed the thought away and gave a slight nod. Sam held his eyes and Cas shifted before he turned away, pacing a few steps back.

"I can't let them see that I am weak. No exceptions," Sam said, turning suddenly back to face Cas. "I know you have been remade before, so it should be nothing new."

Cas looked sharply up at Sam, wondering what the punishment was in being remade. His brow furrowed in confusion and Sam tilted his head, giving Cas a smile that was filled with something almost like pity.

"You're wondering how that's a punishment," he said softly. Cas was still, not replying, and Sam took a few steps forward, closer to him. "You won't remember it. You'll be brand new. I'm not taking away your life, I'm taking away everything. Your memories, all of your past thoughts. Your feelings."

Cas tilted his head, instantly thinking of the worst possible scenario, and something in Sam's face told him that this was the worst-case scenario. "My - feelings?" he asked, stilted, and Sam nodded.

"Yes. All of them, even those you have for me." He paused, eyes flicking down as if regretful, before looking back up. "I don't want to, but I hope you can rebuild our relationship in the next life."

Cas opened his mouth to speak, to say something, anything, to try to make sense of the panic rising up in him and the sudden, frantic thought that he didn't want this, this wasn't supposed to happen, but Sam's hand was raising and he felt two cool fingers touch his temple and then everything went black.