Stockholm Syndrome ch. 6/?
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Author: earth_heart
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Genre: Dark!fic, kidnapping, demons and angels
Warnings: Slight abuse, weakened angel, D/s themes
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters do not belong to me, they belong to Eric Kripke and the CW/WB. I make no profit from this story.
Summary: Stockholm Syndrome: -noun Psychiatry . an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival. In which Dean is a demon who kidnaps the angel Castiel because he wants him, and Castiel comes to love Dean because he can’t remember anything but the demon.
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Chapter 6: The angels take what’s not theirs.
“You are way, way too happy.”
“Thanks, Sammy. Good morning to you, too.” Dean grinned at his brother as they walked side-by-side towards Alistair’s kingdom. The larger demon had been waiting for him when Dean emerged from his rooms, and rather than a hello, that had been the first thing out of his mouth.
“Dude, you don’t understand. You’re way, way to fucking happy. And where the Hell were you last night? I was looking for you everywhere, but I couldn’t find you.” Now Sammy just sounded like a bitchy, spurned girlfriend; complete with his very own bitch-face.
“Oh, I was around.” Dean replied airily, waving his tail in a dismissive gesture. “By the way, am I not allowed to look happy?”
Sam grinned, cuffing Dean about the head. “Of course you’re allowed to look happy. But you look way too happy. What, did you finally get yourself laid or something?”
“Or something.” It wouldn’t do to just spell it all out for his gigantic baby brother. Or completely tell him the truth. After all, Sam would be disgusted to know that Dean had woken up that morning with Castiel’s lips wrapped around his cock; his angel making the most delicious little whines and moans while he rubbed himself against Dean’s leg.
More than that, Sam would be disgusted to know that Dean was having sex with an angel. Who the hell cared, though? Dean was happy, Castiel was his, and if anyone had a problem with that, they could fucking shove it.
“Oh, man, you so got laid.” Sam’s hazel eyes sparkled with delight as he practically danced around Dean, twining their tails together. “Was it good, man? Was she hot? It must have been, since you’re grinning like such a moron.”
Laughing, Dean shoved his brother’s shoulder; not that it actually affected him. Stupid gigantor. He was almost ready to dignify Sammy’s interrogation with a response when everything shook. It was enough to send both of the brothers stumbling. Dean managed to grab and hold onto a small outcropping of rock, but Sam went down to his knees.
“What the fuck was that?!” Dean shouted. He had to shout, because it sounded like all of Hell was suddenly full of whatever that horrible noise was. Next, though, was a sound that he knew intimately.
It was the true voices of angels.
“Shit!” he howled, clapping his hands over his ears while his brother did the same. “Dammit, Sam! They must have come for the Archangel! Go get Azazel; bring whoever you can!”
Sam shot off to gather reinforcements while Dean pelted towards Alistair’s kingdom. The singing got louder, until it pierced through even the protection his hands offered. Dean went to his knees right inside the pit, screaming at the pain that tore through him.
A familiar hand grabbed him and yanked him up, dragging him further into the deepest parts of his teacher’s workplace. It was Alistair himself, his face twisted into a scowl and blood trickling from his ears. He pulled Dean up and wrested his hands away from his head, shoving something into each ear.
Instantly the angels were muffled. Not silenced completely, but muffled to a point where they no longer bothered Dean as much. Of course, that meant he had to shout to be heard.
“What the fuck, Alistair! What’s going on?”
“They’ve come for the Archangel, obviously.” Alistair retorted, cuffing Dean with his tail. “They can have him. He’s no fun to play with anyway. Right now we’ve got bigger things to worry about.” If his teacher was shouting, Dean couldn’t tell. He saw his mouth moving, and heard his words, but they were as low as if he was just talking normally.
“Like what?” Dean shouted, confused. What the Hell was more important than keeping the Archangel?
“They sent all of Heaven’s Seraphim here to retrieve the bastard. That’s the entirety of Heaven’s warriors, and an entire Hell full of demons for them to kill.”
Shit. Shit!
“We’ve gotta fight! Azazel and his kids won’t be able to hold ‘em off for long!” Dean exclaimed; turning and rushing back out of the pit. Alistair did not stop him, for which Dean was glad. The torturer really didn’t need Dean’s help to protect his kingdom. Dean would be more useful in other places.
On his way to find Sam, Dean suddenly stopped dead. If angels were here, what if they found Cas? They’d take his angel from him!
Spinning around, Dean took off back towards his room. There was no way they’d find the Seraph, but he wasn’t taking that chance.
The door blew open with an extreme amount of force, and Castiel shot off the bed. Backing into a corner, the Seraph flared out his wings in an aggressive display towards the creatures that flooded his room.
“Castiel, brother. Do not fear.” they sang to him, joy in their voices. The one in the lead stepped towards him, her red hair glowing like the very fires of Hell. She smiled and him and held out her hand. Castiel recoiled.
“I am not your brother.” he spat, his feathers bristling. “Leave me alone. I don’t know who any of you are. Where’s Dean?”
The angels all looked at each other, muttering amongst themselves. The female in front stepped forward again, catching his wrist when he slapped at her. “Castiel, be at peace.” she said soothingly. “You are our brother; one of us. An angel of the Lord. The demon has taken you and twisted you to his ways. You must return to Heaven with us; we’ll help you.”
Panic filled Castiel and he threw her back with what little power he could. “Leave me alone!” he screamed, trying to shove past them all and run for the hole where the door had been. Multiple hands caught him and held him back, and he screamed again. His true voice wasn’t enough to affect them, but his beating wings did make some of them let go of him.
“Dean!” he screamed desperately. “Dean, help me!” He didn’t know where the demon was, but he prayed that he’d make it in time before these angels kidnapped him.
A roar sounded from outside the door and suddenly Dean was there. His green eyes were completely black; his tail lashing and whipping at the angels as he bellowed wordlessly. Castiel cried out and reached for him, but the angels pulled him back.
Dean was obviously furious, and he used what he’d learned on Castiel to cause as much pain as he could. Several of the Seraphim screamed as he used hands and tail to break their wings, scrambling out of his way.
He had almost reached Castiel when an angel suddenly plunged their sword through his side. Dean screamed, and Castiel screamed with him. He continued to scream long after Dean had crumbled to the ground, fighting even more violently despite the blood-iron shackles holding his power back. Even as the Seraphim gathered him up and winged away from Hell, the Archangel joining them as they went, Castiel continued to scream.
“DEAN!”
They burst from Hell and into the bright sunlight of earth, flying high and fast. Several hands covered his eyes against the painful light, and when they finally pulled away Castiel found himself in some place else entirely. It was a bright, warm place, full of love and Heavenly song.
Castiel hated it. Angels surrounded him on all sides; Seraphim and Grigori, Cherubim and Archangels. Unfamiliar, unwanted hands touched his wings and his face, or stroked over the iron of his shackles. They welcomed him back, hurrying him along towards a healing ward.
“Don’t touch me!” he bellowed, shoving them all away. They backed off at once, leaving him with room to ‘breathe’. Castiel went to his knees, folding his wings over himself and gripping fistfuls of his hair. “Don’t touch me! Leave me alone! I want Dean! Give me Dean!”
“Castiel, please.” It was the female again, her eyes sad and sympathetic as she kneeled beside him. Her hand combed through his feathers, which was more than any of them had ever done before. It wasn’t what he wanted.
“Those aren’t yours!” he spat, shoving her away brutally and drawing his wings in tightly against his back. He glared at them all hatefully. “Those are mine. Those are mine and Dean’s. Take me back to Dean. If you killed him, I’ll kill you all!”
The angels were staring at him with anger and sadness. Castiel didn’t care. He put his head against the ground and sobbed.
Large, strong hands lifted him up, but Dean didn’t know who it was. Several voices murmured over his head; he couldn’t figure out who any of them belonged to. When familiar warmth brushed against his soul, however, he latched onto it eagerly, accepting Sam’s love and affection into himself. His side hurt like a royal bitch, but the pain was receding.
“Dean?” Okay, that was definitely Sam’s voice. “Dean, what the fuck happened?”
Groaning, Dean opened his eyes and looked up at his brother. He was laying on his bed with Sam leaning over him. Azazel stood in a nearby corner along with Ruby and Ash. Dean’s eyes went past them, though, fixing on the huge hole in his wall where Castiel’s door had once been hidden. Now it was just a crater showing into his angel’s room, and his angel was nowhere in sight.
Panicking, Dean tried to sit up. Sam held him down firmly. “Dean, you need to tell me what the fuck’s going on.” Sam growled, staring at him with eyes obviously warring between being worried and pissed. “Those Seraphim blew apart your room, and I got here in time to see them leaving with an angel. The same angel, in fact, that you told me you defeated all those months ago. So, care to elaborate.”
“Sammy, it’s quite obvious.” Azazel said, strolling over to Dean’s bedside and smirking down at him. His tail twitched with amusement. “Every once and a while, we see something we like, and we take it. Dean-o here just happened to see an angel he liked. Right, Dean?”
Dean glared at the yellow-eyed demon. However, the knowledge that Cas was gone took all the fight from him, and he turned his head away. The need to cry was incredibly strong. “I love him, Sammy.” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’d wanted him from the moment I saw him, and after I had him I realized I love him. He loves me, too. Cas told me he loves me, and he kept screaming for me while they were trying to take him away.”
Sam twined their tails together, sitting beside Dean and gathering his brother to him. Usually it was the older sibling’s job to comfort the younger, but right now Dean just didn’t care. His angel was gone, and he needed his brother’s pillar-like strength.
“I don’t doubt that you love him, Dean. But he’s an angel.” Sam said gently. “How do you know he wasn’t just lying to you that whole time, waiting for them to come and rescue him?”
“No!” Dean shoved his brother away violently, glaring at him. “Cas loves me, and I love him! He’s my angel. They can’t have him. They didn’t want him anyway. Cas told me he wasn’t happy in Heaven; that he was happy with me. I have to get him back!”
“Dude, mission impossible!” Ash whistled, shaking his head. “Demons sneaking into Heaven? Risky business, man. Ris-ky. Count me in.”
Dean turned to grin at Ash. “You just want to say you outsmarted the angels.” he teased.
“You’re damn right I do! Damn pompous asses need to be knocked down a few!” Ash retorted, coming forward to high-five Dean. “Barring your feathery dude, of course.”
Turning, Dean stared hopefully at Sammy. His brother was frowning, shifting around on the bed. Finally, though, he sighed. “Don’t look at me like that, Dean. He makes you happy; of course I’ll help you. But dude, how the Hell are we gonna get into Heaven without them catching us?”
“I believe I can help you with that.” Azazel commented, grinning. “After all, I am a fallen angel. I can show you a few ways to sneak in. Then it’s a matter of finding your boy and getting the Hell out before you’re found. I know angels, Dean. They’re going to hold onto Castiel tightly. He hasn’t fallen; they’ll just think he was twisted and warped by you. They’ll try to heal him. If he really loves you, he’ll come with you readily.”
“He will.” Dean said confidently, sitting up. His wound was already healed thanks to Sammy and his own healing instincts, so he was ready to go right now. Standing, he made a bee-line for the door, only to have Sammy’s tail wrap around his leg and hold him back. Oh, for the love...
“What? I want to save my angel, Sammy. Can you kinda let me the fuck go?” he snapped, glaring at his younger brother.
The demon glared right back at him. “Have you been omitting again, Dean? It’s going to take a shit-ton of planning before we can even hope to do this. So maybe you can, oh, I don’t know, calm the fuck down for a while and help us plan every bit of this? I kinda don’t feel like being shish-kabobbed by an angel’s sword. Didn’t look to great on you.”
“Oh, bite me, bitch.” Dean snapped, though he grudgingly sat down.
“I’ll leave that to your angel, jerk.” Sam retorted instantly. He kept his tail around Dean’s leg much to the older demon’s warring pleasure and annoyance.
Sighing loudly he turned to look at Azazel. “Alright, so what are you planning?”