Demon! Alpha! Dean and Angel! Omega! Castiel.

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Edited 1/15/23: Updated tags- Omegaverse. Drug use. Rimming.

No wonder Dean hated court days. Castiel looked back towards the throne, cracking a bemused smile at the sight of his mate slumped in the chair, elbow propped on one arm, eyes starting to unfocus as someone tried to plead their case. The Angel himself was perched on a shelf formed by the base of decretive pillars, each one sporting intricate torches near the ceiling. He was settled in one of the niches, one leg braced, the other hanging idly, back to a pillar, well in sight of his very bored Demon Alpha. But apparently this was part of his arrangement with the current king of hell, with whom Dean was on surprisingly good terms. He had little interest in politics, but Crowley didn't like the idea of the few remaining knights of hell going without a leash. Accordingly, in return for not having him lord over them each was obliged to take his place in court one day a month so he could get a break. Apparently this was for the sake of his sanity, and it was easier for the knights to comply. Sam, Dean's brother, had just as much interest in running things. Like the others, they'd seen what it entailed and had no desire to challenge Crowley for his burden.

So here Dean sat, bored out of his skull and no doubt itching to kill someone just to break the monotony. At least Castiel had something to keep himself amused, a bong by his leg. Considering they had been part of his debouching tactic Dean wasn't overly fond of drugs himself, though he had a notable fondness for alcohol. The Angel had forgone all alcohol and most drugs since he'd relocated to a suite of rooms afforded to a knight of hell, but some days called for a bong. Court days were among them. If only so he was more accommodating when Dean finally got away and took out his frustrations on his ass. Well, not in a bad way, but he could last longer under the orgasmic torment if he was stoned.

Castiel tilted his head back, trying yet again to blow a smoke ring. It was much harder than he'd thought it would be. Over a year now he'd been Dean's mate, and he had yet to perfect the art. If he wasn't high he'd find it very frustrating, but as things stood it just kept him occupied.

He blew out a mouthful of smoke, tapping a finger against the glass tube in mild irritation. He was about to try again when an unusual bit of white caught his eye. Castiel turned his head, vapors still trickling from his lips, and raised his eyebrows at the sight of another Angel. Not just any Angel, one he knew, and one with white wings to boot.

"Hannah?" he asked, before he could think better of it.

The Beta stopped her struggles, still barely through the doorway, to openly stare at him. She looked a bit worse for wear, but not too bad. They needed her in one piece, especially if whoever was ruling court today agreed to put the captured Angel in question up for mating rather than interrogation. Two Demons were escorting her, and they both looked far worse than she did. It was comforting, knowing his old friend had put up a good fight.

Curious, he swung his legs over the ledge's edge and dropped down to the cobbled floor, padding across warm hell stone to the Demons. Both stopped trying to force her into the line waiting for Dean's attention at the sight of his Omega, dropping their eyes accordingly. At first it had made Castiel uncomfortable, but these days he rather liked it. He had more respect in hell than he ever did in heaven.

"Hello Hannah," he greeted warmly, beaming at her as he stopped a few paces away.

"Castiel? What...what happened to you?"

The Omega cracked a bemused smile, glancing down at himself. Aside from his half folded wings, each feather the jet black of a Fallen, his clothes weren't exactly the long white tunic of an Angel Omega. He still went barefoot, but these days he was rather fond of a long trench coat, today worn open over a long white button down shirt. Under it he wore a simple pair of snug, comfortable black shorts. Very short shorts. Dean liked it, though he preferred it when nothing was under the shirt. Easy access and all that.

"What do you think?" he asked, spreading both his arms and his wings, unashamed.

"Word got back to heaven what had happened. I'm so sorry, Castiel."

He dropped his arms, cocking his head, lips curling up in a smile. "Sorry? Why are you sorry? Look at me, Hannah. I'm happy. For the first time in millennia I'm truly happy."

"But your wings, and the collar. He melted down your blade, didn't he?"

Castiel shrugged, letting an Angel blade fall into his palm and holding it up for her to see. "Yes. And he got me a new one so I wouldn't be defenseless."

Muscles jumped in Hanna's jaw. "Do you not care where it came from?"

"It used to belong to Zachariah." He slid it back up his sleeve, ruffling his wings as he folded them flat to his back. "Believe me, no one here mourned him. Don't try to tell me you did either."

"What has this place done to you?" she whispered.

Castiel smiled at her, glancing at her Demon guards. "I'll tell you whatever you like, but later. Just know that for some of us hell is far better than heaven. Now, would you like me to keep you out of our torture chambers, or not?"

Hannah just stared at him. "You can't do that."

Rather than argue he winked, turning on his heel and making his way back towards the throne. He slipped passed the Demons standing by to record pleas and the resulting orders, passed the line of people waiting for their turn to bore his mate. It seemed Dean was so out of it he hadn't even noticed Castiel had left his post. His head jerked up a little when the Omega came over to him, green eyes blinking rapidly.

"Fifty years on rack duty," he ordered absently, waving away the current case and turning his full attention to the Omega. "Please don't tell me you ran out already."

"No, not yet." Castiel perched on the throne's arm, leaning over as one hand gripped part of the elaborate backrest. He brushed fingers over bone and membrane, caressing the Alpha's wing before running his fingers along his collar bone. "I was wondering if you'd mind doing something for me, Alpha."

Heat was already sparking in his mate's eyes. A Demon's wings, essentially long bone fingers sprouting between their shoulder blades with membrane between each digit, were just as sensitive as an Angel's. Dean's ruffled behind the Alpha, moments before an arm snaked around Castiel's waist and pulled him into his lap. Obligingly he turned on his side, back to the room, running one hand up and gripping his mate's shoulder. Dean smirked, kissing him firmly and not seeming to care he was neglecting his duties, the hand not around his waist was already sliding under Castiel's trench coat, under his shirt. The Omega spread his legs just enough for him to slip in, palming his crotch.

"Depends on what you want, Cas," Dean was saying, giving his jugular a sharp nip.

"You see the Angel in the back? With the white wings?"

Evergreen eyes flicked back to Hannah, but only for a moment. Then they were back on the Omega. "So?"

"I want you to let her go."

"You know I can't do that."

"Then put her up for mating. If she turns like us, then she'll tell you whatever you want to know willingly. It's easier, less messy."

"Some of us like messy," Dean reminded him.

"I'll make it worth your while," Castiel murmured, nuzzling his ear and grinding his hips into the hand on his crotch.

A brief growl thrummed in Dean's throat. He pulled his hand from under Castiel's shirt, gripping his jaw and planting a demanding kiss on his mouth. The Angel melted into it with a whimper of submission, running a hand up his chest. When the Demon drew away again he rasped, "Deal. And your pretty little ass stays right here."

Castiel might have objected, but he was in an accommodating mood. He repositioned himself in Dean's lap, draping an arm over his shoulders and settling in for a wait. The Demon's hand never strayed far from his thigh, but he did seem calmer with his mate sitting there.

Both for the sake of curiosity and to hurry Hannah's progress through the line, Castiel began tilting his head towards the Alpha's ear and murmuring suggestions. Each time the hand on his thigh would squeeze or stroke him, but each time his suggestions were taken into account. He'd never tried this before, influencing his mate on the throne. It gave him a sense of power, at seeing the effect he had on Dean this way. He made a mental note to contemplate it further when he wasn't stoned.

Hannah did eventually reach the head of the line, shoved forward by her guards. Dean seemed unaffected by the furious glower she sent his way, eyes bemused, a smirk curling up his mouth. "Hannah, right?"

"What have you done to Castiel?"

"Nothing he doesn't want."

"Liar," she spat.

"No," Castiel disagreed, tilting his head against his Alpha's shoulder. "He's not. It takes some getting used to, but I prefer it to heaven. You might like it too, especially compared to interrogation."

Hannah paled a little. "Nothing you can do to me will make me tell you anything."

"Don't be so sure," Dean chided, turning his attention to her guards. "Take her to mating cell three."

Castiel kissed his mate's cheek once the Beta was safely gone, on her way to one of the very cells he'd once inhabited. "I'll be waiting for you, Alpha," he purred in Dean's ear, sliding from his lap.

Which he was, after checking to make sure there would be no more Angels on the docket. He took his time, munching on some of his favorite human snacks before laying towels over their bed. Sex was all well and good, but he didn't fancy ruining the 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets more often than was necessary. So after nibbling a few PB&J's and a whole bag of pork rinds he prepared the bed, pulling out the toy trunk and leaving it open within reach. He considered it, then left the balcony doors open. He wasn't in the mood to care, and Dean liked it if people could hear them.

By the time his mate did barge into their rooms, the Angel was lazing completely naked on the bed, fiddling with a Wartenburg wheel. Cobalt eyes lifted just before the Demon pounced, all but tackling him and knocking the toy away. A squeak of protest was cut short under a rough kiss, at which point the Omega melted. It was just as well, because the first thing Dean did after planting a thorough kiss on his mouth was grip his thighs, hitching his hips on the bed and crawling forward, keeping the Omega's legs draping over his arms. Instantly the Omega's wings dropped to the bed, wide and spread and limp in submission as Dean's half spread over them both. Castiel didn't even have time to wonder if he was wet yet before a roll of the Demon's hips had him sliding neatly in, a moan in both their throats. Who was he kidding? He'd been wet for the last half hour, thinking all the things Dean liked to do to him.

"Dean," he moaned at length, voice jerking a little with each rough thrust.

"You're gonna be on that throne with me from now on," Dean growled, one hand roughly grasping a handful of his ass as the other braced one of the Angel's shoulders. "Let everyone see you, see that you're mine." After the groping hand moved to give the Omega's cock a few sharp tugs he added, "Like having your input too. So fucking hot, babe."

The Angel only whimpered in response, a soft wail on his lips as he was roughly fucked into the bed.

"Gonna have to fuck your brains out just so I can have some fun with you," the Demon snarled, dipping down to suck hard on the nearest dusky nipple.

Castiel's head fell back on the bed with a soft scream, short nails breaking skin where he clung to Dean's shoulders. "Mate, yes, oh grace yes. Yours, yours to use as you wish, please Alpha..."

In this mood the Demon could easily be classified as ferial, his sole intent to fuck and claim his Omega mate, to dominate him in every way. Castiel's own instincts reacted in kind. Accordingly, no matter how glorious the things Dean did to him were he didn't orgasm. He couldn't. Not yet. Instead he waited, clinging desperately to the edge he probably couldn't have fallen over even if he wanted to. Instincts were that strong.

Before long the Angel heard himself begging, "Mate, please. I...I...oh grace please let me cum, let me cum Alpha, please mate..."

The Demon growled in his ear, making his mate whimper. "Say it, say it and you can have what you want, babe."

Even like this Castiel found himself reluctant to utter the words, though per usual desperation won out.

"Please allow me to cum on your cock!" he gasped, fingers gouging into Dean's back.

"Fuck yeah," the Alpha snarled.

Castiel wailed outright, oblivious to the open balcony doors. He came hard, muscles clamping down over his mate's cock as his own dick spurted cum over his stomach. Dean sank his teeth into the mate mark, drawing blood and giving one last, rough thrust before he too came.

The Omega managed to forget about his mate's words, drifting blissfully on his orgasm high. It didn't occur to him until Dean started to move that this really was the start of things. He'd barely come down from the climax high when he was flipped onto his stomach, one hand braced between his wings. He kept the appendages limp, panting into the sheets as his hips were hitched up until he was on his knees. The Angel gave a tiny mewl as his cheeks were pulled apart, exposing his fucked hole.

"Look at that, fucking gorgeous." Two fingers hooked in the ring of muscle, tugging it experimentally. "You should see this, Cas. Need to get a camera one of these days, so you can see how awesome this is." He stroked the Angel's entrance, then gave it a slow lick. "What do you think, babe? Should I cum inside you again then stuff a plug in your ass? Or should I cum on these pretty wings of yours?"

A tremor ran down Castiel's spine. Both sounded heart stoppingly wonderful. Whenever Dean put a plug inside him it was always a larger one, and he always loved adding another load of cum before stuffing the thing back into him. Once he'd put Castiel on a temporary liquid diet and given him an enema so he could do it for several days in a row. The Angel remembered his stomach starting to distend before his mate was done, drawing out the oversized plug one last time and making Castiel stand in the shower stall for over an hour before actually turning on the water just so he could watch rivulets of cum trickle down his legs.

Of course spreading cum on his wings was as blatant and sexual a mark as could be given. It wasn't overly comfortable once the stuff dried, and it was always very obvious on the Angel's black wings, but he did like the sensation of his mate doing it. Only once had Dean done it then not cleaned his wings shortly after. One particularly idiotic Demon had made the mistake of groping Castiel when Dean's back was turned. The Angel had punched him on the spot, before his mate had disemboweled him. Then Castiel had been dragged to their rooms where he'd had two loads of cum spread over both his wings. Dean had made him go around like that for an entire day, even locking him out of their rooms so everyone would see and smell that the Angel was his. Dean might refuse to let anyone actually see his mate in anything too revealing, but he reveled in having them hear him, in having them see the marks he left on his mate.

"Whatever you wish, Alpha," Castiel murmured, giving his ass a wiggle for good measure. He couldn't decide, but he did want Dean to do something. Preferably soon.

"Good answer."

Castiel gave a wanton moan as his mate pushed back inside him, fingers digging into his hips. His wings stirred, rippling in delight. The Alpha growled softly, apparently noticing, a particularly hard thrust making the Angel gasp. It was followed by a drawn out keen, Castiel's eyes drifting closed. It was all too easy, just holding on for the ride and letting his mate do what he wished. His lips stayed open in a continuous stream of moans and whimpers, breath coming in pants as he waited to see what the Demon would do at the end of their second round.

He had longer to wait than he would have liked. As much as the Angel loved what his mate was doing Dean seemed to be drawing it out. But when he stirred impatiently not only did the rough thrusts stop, so did the hand on his cock. The Angel yelped when the halt was followed by a sharp smack to his thigh, followed by a hand gripping his collar.

"You don't call the shots here." The voice was more primal than not, a growl that sent a tremor half delight half arousal down his spine. "Needy whores don't get to finish. You wanna finish?"

"Yes Alpha, sorry Alpha," the Angel gasped. He was so strung out by this point he didn't care, so long as he got to that blissful edge once more. For good measure he clamped down on the cock still buried inside him.

Dean groaned loudly, but released the collar and went back to fucking him. The answer as to what the Alpha would do to him was provided shortly after that. Even as Castiel half moaned half screamed in climax he felt his mate yank out. Moments later, as he lay quivering on their bed, he felt hot liquid fall onto his back. The Angel could only manage a mewl, eyes fluttering. So it would go on his wings, then.

It was remarkably satisfying to hear his mate's rasping breath behind him, to know the Demon was as spent as he was. Castiel lay where he was, boneless, just enjoying the moment. He could feel fingers swiping the Alpha's seed from where it'd fallen over his ass and lower back, painting it onto his feathers.

When Dean sat back, apparently satisfied with his work, he rasped, "They won't start fighting it out until tomorrow. Once you can walk, we're going down to the cells."

Castiel stirred at that, frowning a little. "What?" he mumbled groggily. "Why?"

One cum-coated finger traced the primary bone of his left wing. "I want her to see you. See what you are, who you belong to."

Lips twitching in amusement, eyes drifting closed, Castiel added, "See what she has to look forward to?"

That earned him a half-hearted smack to his thoroughly fucked ass. "Mouthy bitch," his Alpha growled, though there was no heat to it.

"Mmm."

"Fold your wings, Cas. Can't have this cracking and falling off once it dries."

Castiel complied, already starting to doze. No doubt when he woke he'd be sober, sore, and might have complaints about his mate's plan. But that could wait. For now he was very, blissfully, happy.

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