Spn Fic: Virgin Sacrifice.
Title: Virgin Sacrifice.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Slight Dean/Castiel.
Warnings: Crack, cross-dressing sort of?
Word Count 1735.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Dean is not a pretty damsel.
Author notes: While reading back through the entries at spnkink_meme I came across this prompt: Dragons = cool, right? Well, not anymore. Dean was no prissy blushing virgin. And he certainly wasn't pretty. Surely there were better candidates in this godforsaken village. And even if it was the 21st century, that doesn't mean the dragons gonna go against tradition and turn... gay. Or at least bisexual. Doesn't explain why he's bound on the altar in a flimsy lacy dress/robe thing. So not cool. And what the heck was Castiel doing here with that flaming sword?
It inspired me somewhat. If anyone doesn't want me using this prompt please let me know and i'll take it down straight away.
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Dean’s life officially sucked.
He’d have thought things would be easier after stopping the apocalypse, but apparently the universe decided that it would be boring to stop fucking with him.
A few days ago Bobby had gotten a call from some hunters in England, they had been having some difficulties with a local cult in a small village and were checking to see if Bobby had some good ideas on how to deal with them. Instead of giving them advice Bobby had told them that he’d send some help over and hung up, an hour later Dean had found himself standing next to Sam in the living room with Cas in front of them.
Bobby told them where they were going, who they were meeting, and what the mission was. Before they could open their mouths to protest Cas had tapped them both on the forehead and transported them to a small cottage in the English countryside.
Dean wasn’t sure who was more upset, them or the couple who had three grown men suddenly appear in their living room.
After the initial yells of surprise and brandishing of weapons they had all sat around a table and formed a plan of action. The cult was large and worshipped some form of titanic beast; neither of the other hunters had managed to get close enough to be able to see the thing but whatever it was it needed to be stopped.
A young girl had gone missing a week ago and every few months a car is found deserted in the woods just off one of the roads, no one else is reported missing though which is the most unusual thing about this case.
They rest up that night before heading out the next day. Having four hunters plus one angel makes searching the area a lot faster, they spread out to cover more ground and each keep a walkie talkie on themselves to keep in touch.
In hindsight Dean should have known something would go wrong.
One moment he was crouched behind a tree as he spied on two robed cultists talking in the distance, the next darkness.
Dean woke up with his arms tied above his head and attached to a broken trunk of a large tree with a rope around his middle and feet to keep him secure.
That wasn’t the worst of it though. Sure getting kidnapped was embarrassing, and it happened more often than he would like to admit, but what they had left him dressed in took the fucking cake.
Dean didn’t hate dresses, especially not on women. But right now he would prefer to be buck-naked in this clearing than wearing whatever the hell this was.
It was bright pink, and Dean was really surprised that he hadn’t gone blind yet, with glitter and sequins seemingly thrown up over it with the poofiest arms and skirt that he had ever seen. No sane person would be caught dead in it; unfortunately for Dean he hadn’t had a choice.
It didn’t help that they had decided to offset the whole ensemble with a sparkly little tiara.
Dean was not in a good mood.
He didn’t have long to sulk however as shuffling sounded behind him, he turned his head to see at least a dozen cultists appear from the woods, all of them chanting with books in their hands.
Dean cursed and pulled at the ropes harder, not wanting to add sacrificed in a pink dress to his to do list today. They ignored his struggles as a crash sounded in the woods in front of him, trees moving as if something huge was walking through them.
The chanting grew louder and almost gleeful as a loud growl reverberated through the small clearing, Dean winced as he felt his bones vibrate at the low noise.
The trees in front of him cracked and creaked as a serpent like tongue flicked out into the air, a scaled head poking between the bushes as a long neck and powerful body followed.
Dean’s struggles halted for a moment as he gaped at the creature in front of him. A dragon, they were going to sacrifice him to a freaking dragon.
“ Do I look like a blushing virgin to you?!” He yelled back at the cultists without taking his eyes of the dragon, gulping slightly as it narrowed its eyes at him. Moving more quickly than a thing of its size should be able to it slunk up directly in front of him, tongue flicking out to touch his skin.
Dean kept as still as possible as the dragon appeared to asses him, eyes that glinted with intelligence raking over his body, probably judging how tasty he was. There was no way in hell he was the best candidate for this, it was a dragon for Christ’s sake, they went after young pretty maidens. He was not pretty dammit.
A snort issued from it as it flopped its head onto the ground in front of him, sniffing at the hem of the dress. Dean raised an eyebrow in question until he saw the dragon get it’s snout under the fabric of the dress and lift it so it could sniff underneath.
“ What? Hey stop that! That area’s off limits!” Dean didn’t want the dragon’s mouth anywhere near his legs currently, even though the cultists had been kind enough to leave his boxers on.
Dean was starting to wonder if it would damage his masculinity to scream for help when the air shifted beside him, a tan trench coat coming into view as a strong hand clamped over one of the dragon’s horns and wrenched it’s head away from Dean.
Dean let out a breath of relief, as Cas came to stand in front of him blinking slightly at the flaming sword the angel held in his hands. A loud bellowing roar filled the clearing and the dragon reared up and flapped its wings, puffing its chest out to make itself look bigger. The ground shook as its forelegs landed back on the ground, large eyes locked directly onto the angel.
Cas didn’t seem bothered however as he walked right up to it, ignoring the dragon as it curled its lips up into a growl. Dean heard yelling from behind him and saw Sam along with the two other hunters rushing out into the clearing, aiming their guns at any of the cultists stupid enough to stay around.
There was a mad rush as they fled, tripping over their own feet in their haste to get away. The leader however didn’t run fast enough and was tackled by three hunters, Dean almost winced as he saw the guy go down. Getting dog piled by Sammy was bad enough, let alone two others.
A low whine made him snap his head back round, half expecting to see Cas wrestling with the dragon, instead it was sat back on it’s haunches as Castiel seemed to be having a conversation with the thing.
Whatever so long as it stopped trying to eat him, or whatever the hell it had been going to do.
Shuffling sounded to his right as Sam came up beside him, gaze so intently fixed on the dragon that he didn’t seem to notice the bright pink ensemble that Dean was sporting.
“ Is that a?…”
“ Yup.”
“ Wow.” Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s awed tone recognising the look of sheer and utter geeky excitement on his brother’s face.
“ As awesome as the dragon is and all, I’m still tied up here.” Tugging on his restraints for emphasis.
“ What? Yeah sorry.” Sam raised his hands to start undoing the knots but before he could start Cas called him over to where he stood with the dragon. He didn’t even look back as he ran off to go over, Dean grumbled in the back of his throat. He’d get him later.
Dean watched as Castiel moved away from the dragon as Sam arrived, allowing his little brother to take over as he walked over to Dean. The smirk on the angel’s face as he looked at Dean was not a reassuring one.
“ I’m glad to see you have taken to your role enthusiastically.” Dean had to resist the urge to head butt Cas in the face at his smug tone.
“ Bite me.” Dean mentally grumbled as that did nothing to lessen Cas’s smirk, refusing to look at the angel as he reached up to undo the rope. “ What about the dragon?” Dean asked, nodding his head towards Sam and the massive creature.
“ She is of no concern.” Cas turned round briefly to look at the dragon before going back to undoing the knots very slowly.
“ She?” Blinking as the titanic scaled beast suddenly disappeared and a small blonde haired blue-eyed girl stood in its place, blushing shyly at Sam as she scuffed a foot on the ground.
“ Yes. She has been held captive by this cult for some time while they attempted to feed her live humans.” Cas frowned slightly as he seemed to find a difficult knot to deal with. “ She wasn’t appreciative of their efforts, apparently human flesh is foul tasting to her.”
“ Huh. So the abandoned cars?”
“ Merely forgotten about once she let her offerings go.” Well that explained the lack of missing person’s reports.
“ What about the missing girl?” Tugging at his hands while Cas loosened the rope.
“ That would be her.” Pointing back to the dragon in human form that was, if Dean was not mistaken, flirting with Sam. His life just kept getting weirder and weirder. “ She sent out that information herself in the hopes that someone would come looking.” Dean didn’t think he’d ever see the day where the monster needed saving.
“ Don’t think I don’t know that you’re deliberately stalling.” Levelling a glare at Castiel as he still worked on the bindings on Dean’s hands. A small grin tugged at the corner of Cas’s mouth.
“ Why Dean whatever do you mean?” Dean huffed as the knot finally came undone and his arms dropped to his sides.
“ Laugh all you want, cause you ain’t getting laid tonight.” Castiel simply looked at him and raised an eyebrow as if he knew that Dean would never be able to keep to it.
Bastard.
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Yeah i don't know either.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Slight Dean/Castiel.
Warnings: Crack, cross-dressing sort of?
Word Count 1735.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Dean is not a pretty damsel.
Author notes: While reading back through the entries at spnkink_meme I came across this prompt: Dragons = cool, right? Well, not anymore. Dean was no prissy blushing virgin. And he certainly wasn't pretty. Surely there were better candidates in this godforsaken village. And even if it was the 21st century, that doesn't mean the dragons gonna go against tradition and turn... gay. Or at least bisexual. Doesn't explain why he's bound on the altar in a flimsy lacy dress/robe thing. So not cool. And what the heck was Castiel doing here with that flaming sword?
It inspired me somewhat. If anyone doesn't want me using this prompt please let me know and i'll take it down straight away.
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Dean’s life officially sucked.
He’d have thought things would be easier after stopping the apocalypse, but apparently the universe decided that it would be boring to stop fucking with him.
A few days ago Bobby had gotten a call from some hunters in England, they had been having some difficulties with a local cult in a small village and were checking to see if Bobby had some good ideas on how to deal with them. Instead of giving them advice Bobby had told them that he’d send some help over and hung up, an hour later Dean had found himself standing next to Sam in the living room with Cas in front of them.
Bobby told them where they were going, who they were meeting, and what the mission was. Before they could open their mouths to protest Cas had tapped them both on the forehead and transported them to a small cottage in the English countryside.
Dean wasn’t sure who was more upset, them or the couple who had three grown men suddenly appear in their living room.
After the initial yells of surprise and brandishing of weapons they had all sat around a table and formed a plan of action. The cult was large and worshipped some form of titanic beast; neither of the other hunters had managed to get close enough to be able to see the thing but whatever it was it needed to be stopped.
A young girl had gone missing a week ago and every few months a car is found deserted in the woods just off one of the roads, no one else is reported missing though which is the most unusual thing about this case.
They rest up that night before heading out the next day. Having four hunters plus one angel makes searching the area a lot faster, they spread out to cover more ground and each keep a walkie talkie on themselves to keep in touch.
In hindsight Dean should have known something would go wrong.
One moment he was crouched behind a tree as he spied on two robed cultists talking in the distance, the next darkness.
Dean woke up with his arms tied above his head and attached to a broken trunk of a large tree with a rope around his middle and feet to keep him secure.
That wasn’t the worst of it though. Sure getting kidnapped was embarrassing, and it happened more often than he would like to admit, but what they had left him dressed in took the fucking cake.
Dean didn’t hate dresses, especially not on women. But right now he would prefer to be buck-naked in this clearing than wearing whatever the hell this was.
It was bright pink, and Dean was really surprised that he hadn’t gone blind yet, with glitter and sequins seemingly thrown up over it with the poofiest arms and skirt that he had ever seen. No sane person would be caught dead in it; unfortunately for Dean he hadn’t had a choice.
It didn’t help that they had decided to offset the whole ensemble with a sparkly little tiara.
Dean was not in a good mood.
He didn’t have long to sulk however as shuffling sounded behind him, he turned his head to see at least a dozen cultists appear from the woods, all of them chanting with books in their hands.
Dean cursed and pulled at the ropes harder, not wanting to add sacrificed in a pink dress to his to do list today. They ignored his struggles as a crash sounded in the woods in front of him, trees moving as if something huge was walking through them.
The chanting grew louder and almost gleeful as a loud growl reverberated through the small clearing, Dean winced as he felt his bones vibrate at the low noise.
The trees in front of him cracked and creaked as a serpent like tongue flicked out into the air, a scaled head poking between the bushes as a long neck and powerful body followed.
Dean’s struggles halted for a moment as he gaped at the creature in front of him. A dragon, they were going to sacrifice him to a freaking dragon.
“ Do I look like a blushing virgin to you?!” He yelled back at the cultists without taking his eyes of the dragon, gulping slightly as it narrowed its eyes at him. Moving more quickly than a thing of its size should be able to it slunk up directly in front of him, tongue flicking out to touch his skin.
Dean kept as still as possible as the dragon appeared to asses him, eyes that glinted with intelligence raking over his body, probably judging how tasty he was. There was no way in hell he was the best candidate for this, it was a dragon for Christ’s sake, they went after young pretty maidens. He was not pretty dammit.
A snort issued from it as it flopped its head onto the ground in front of him, sniffing at the hem of the dress. Dean raised an eyebrow in question until he saw the dragon get it’s snout under the fabric of the dress and lift it so it could sniff underneath.
“ What? Hey stop that! That area’s off limits!” Dean didn’t want the dragon’s mouth anywhere near his legs currently, even though the cultists had been kind enough to leave his boxers on.
Dean was starting to wonder if it would damage his masculinity to scream for help when the air shifted beside him, a tan trench coat coming into view as a strong hand clamped over one of the dragon’s horns and wrenched it’s head away from Dean.
Dean let out a breath of relief, as Cas came to stand in front of him blinking slightly at the flaming sword the angel held in his hands. A loud bellowing roar filled the clearing and the dragon reared up and flapped its wings, puffing its chest out to make itself look bigger. The ground shook as its forelegs landed back on the ground, large eyes locked directly onto the angel.
Cas didn’t seem bothered however as he walked right up to it, ignoring the dragon as it curled its lips up into a growl. Dean heard yelling from behind him and saw Sam along with the two other hunters rushing out into the clearing, aiming their guns at any of the cultists stupid enough to stay around.
There was a mad rush as they fled, tripping over their own feet in their haste to get away. The leader however didn’t run fast enough and was tackled by three hunters, Dean almost winced as he saw the guy go down. Getting dog piled by Sammy was bad enough, let alone two others.
A low whine made him snap his head back round, half expecting to see Cas wrestling with the dragon, instead it was sat back on it’s haunches as Castiel seemed to be having a conversation with the thing.
Whatever so long as it stopped trying to eat him, or whatever the hell it had been going to do.
Shuffling sounded to his right as Sam came up beside him, gaze so intently fixed on the dragon that he didn’t seem to notice the bright pink ensemble that Dean was sporting.
“ Is that a?…”
“ Yup.”
“ Wow.” Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s awed tone recognising the look of sheer and utter geeky excitement on his brother’s face.
“ As awesome as the dragon is and all, I’m still tied up here.” Tugging on his restraints for emphasis.
“ What? Yeah sorry.” Sam raised his hands to start undoing the knots but before he could start Cas called him over to where he stood with the dragon. He didn’t even look back as he ran off to go over, Dean grumbled in the back of his throat. He’d get him later.
Dean watched as Castiel moved away from the dragon as Sam arrived, allowing his little brother to take over as he walked over to Dean. The smirk on the angel’s face as he looked at Dean was not a reassuring one.
“ I’m glad to see you have taken to your role enthusiastically.” Dean had to resist the urge to head butt Cas in the face at his smug tone.
“ Bite me.” Dean mentally grumbled as that did nothing to lessen Cas’s smirk, refusing to look at the angel as he reached up to undo the rope. “ What about the dragon?” Dean asked, nodding his head towards Sam and the massive creature.
“ She is of no concern.” Cas turned round briefly to look at the dragon before going back to undoing the knots very slowly.
“ She?” Blinking as the titanic scaled beast suddenly disappeared and a small blonde haired blue-eyed girl stood in its place, blushing shyly at Sam as she scuffed a foot on the ground.
“ Yes. She has been held captive by this cult for some time while they attempted to feed her live humans.” Cas frowned slightly as he seemed to find a difficult knot to deal with. “ She wasn’t appreciative of their efforts, apparently human flesh is foul tasting to her.”
“ Huh. So the abandoned cars?”
“ Merely forgotten about once she let her offerings go.” Well that explained the lack of missing person’s reports.
“ What about the missing girl?” Tugging at his hands while Cas loosened the rope.
“ That would be her.” Pointing back to the dragon in human form that was, if Dean was not mistaken, flirting with Sam. His life just kept getting weirder and weirder. “ She sent out that information herself in the hopes that someone would come looking.” Dean didn’t think he’d ever see the day where the monster needed saving.
“ Don’t think I don’t know that you’re deliberately stalling.” Levelling a glare at Castiel as he still worked on the bindings on Dean’s hands. A small grin tugged at the corner of Cas’s mouth.
“ Why Dean whatever do you mean?” Dean huffed as the knot finally came undone and his arms dropped to his sides.
“ Laugh all you want, cause you ain’t getting laid tonight.” Castiel simply looked at him and raised an eyebrow as if he knew that Dean would never be able to keep to it.
Bastard.
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Yeah i don't know either.