SPN: You Bring the Collar, I'll Bring the Cuffs 5
“Gabriel, I-”
“Close the fucking door!”
Castiel froze in his tracks, shocked. Gabriel was sitting on a sofa whilst Dean rode him. From Dean’s breathy moans, both parties were quite obviously happy with their dynamic. It took a moment before the sigil on Dean’s back registered through Castiel’s shock. When it did he quickly retreated back downstairs. It was a sign not often seen, one which claimed the human as an angel’s mate. Which, he realised, meant that Gabriel had feelings for Dean - strong feelings - and wanted those feelings to be returned. For the bonding sigil to have held, it had to mean that Dean at least had the potential to love Gabriel back. Given that the human was still in the house, and participating in consensual sex, they were on their way to a proper marriage. Castiel hadn’t been aware that it was possible for a bonding to override the slave collar. He was fairly sure that Gabriel would be getting in trouble with the status quo loving Archangels for bonding with a slave. But even though Castiel wanted to rid his brain of the image, his brother was quite clearly happy with his arrangement.
Castiel sat on the living room floor and curled his wings around himself. Once again the memory of the previous night intruded on his thoughts, blocking out visions of Gabriel and Dean. He hated that he was being so weak. He’d almost lost himself and had sex with Sam. Beautiful Sam with no free will of his own. No way to tell Castiel no. Sighing, he leaned against the wall near the back door, looking out into the garden, and allowed himself to relax a little. Before he knew it, he’d fallen asleep, wings still curled tightly around himself to form a shield.
“Hey Fluffy,” he heard dimly. The sound of Gabriel’s voice immediately banished some of the tension. Castiel’s wings uncurled a little to allow Gabriel to pull him forwards, though they were still held tight against his body. “Oh, baby brother, what’s happened? Who hurt you?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Castiel whispered, even as he snuggled forwards into Gabriel’s embrace. “He was touching me, kissing me, and trying to… I couldn’t help myself.”
“You had sex with Sam?” Gabriel questioned, stroking Castiel’s hair. There was an intake of breath behind him, but Castiel couldn’t find the energy to worry.
“No,” he shook his head. “I woke and he was… engaging in oral sex with me… we struggled, and he wanted it so much. I wanted it too, so much. I started to… but I couldn’t go through with it. I can’t do that to him. He can’t choose me…”
“Oh, Castiel,” Gabriel held him, wrapping his golden wings around his brother to create a nest of safety and warmth. “My good little angel… you’re upset because you want him?”
“I don’t know,” Castiel felt his eyes watering. “I don’t want to take him against his will. And I moved too fast, I think I hurt him… he looked fine after, but I couldn’t go through with it. I told him to get out and… I just curled up and hid all night. Gabriel, what do I do?” He clutched at Gabriel’s shoulders, lost and confused, just like when he’d first crash-landed on earth.
Back then, Gabriel had still been hiding as Loki, but he couldn’t stay away from an angel crying out for help. Castiel had somehow fallen off-course, landing in the hills of Scotland rather than the newly-discovered America. Afraid, alone, lost and confused about the world, Castiel had been at the mercy of the nest of demons that found him until Gabriel stepped in. The Archangel had made short work of them, before showing Castiel how to hide up until the time when the supernatural world was exposed to humanity. Over the years they had become true brothers, even if Gabriel usually refrained from showing the softer emotions.
“You didn’t sleep with him?”
It was an unfamiliar voice which pulled Castiel out of his memories, and he flinched away from it instinctually. He felt Gabriel’s arms tighten around him in an attempt to comfort him.
“Hush little Fluffy, it’s okay. It’s just Dean.”
Castiel slowly lifted his head, peeking out between their combined feathers to see the former slave turned husband standing several feet away looking hopeful.
“No,” Castiel whispered. “I couldn’t. He doesn’t really want it.”
“He might,” Dean knelt, looking concerned. “He… we were used for a long time. To go from that to not getting touched at all, it’s gotta be rough. And you seem like a decent guy. I don’t think you’d be able to abuse Sammy.”
Something about Dean’s words jogged Castiel’s memory, and he shifted a little within Gabriel’s grasp to look at the human more fully. Gabriel wasn’t letting him go any time soon, apparently, which Castiel was quite comfortable with. Although it did mean that Castiel had to forcibly move the Archangel’s wing to see Dean properly.
“He said that your previous master used to let others use him at parties.”
“Yeah,” a dark look crossed Dean’s face. “That feathered dick. Sorry. Loved seeing Sammy getting used by anyone who could pay.”
“He also said that he was given something to make sure he could perform,” Castiel recalled. “Did your master drug him?”
Dean looked down, clearly not wanting to answer. Gabriel reached out silently with one of his wings and brushed it against the bare flesh of Dean’s chest, lending comfort. The human sighed and nodded.
“Bastard got Sammy addicted.”
“To what?” Castiel asked, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Demon blood.”
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