Companion
Title: Companion
Author: earth_heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Warnings: Demon!Dean, dub-con, AU, Porn with some plot? Maybe? I dunno.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. It belongs to Kripke and the CW/WB.
Summary: For siennis . HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE.
“I’ll take him.” Castiel decided, pointing to the caged demon in front of him. Pure green eyes glared back at him, the beautiful emerald color encompassing pupil, iris, and white.
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“I’ll take him.” Castiel decided, pointing to the caged demon in front of him. Pure green eyes glared back at him, the beautiful emerald color encompassing pupil, iris, and white. He’d never seen a demon with eyes like that, just as he’d never seen a demon with the same kind of dragon-like wings that were folded tightly against this male’s back.
“Dean? You want him?” the demon beside Castiel drawled, a smirk sliding oil-slick and disgusting across his face as his white eyes turned to stare at the one he had called Dean. “Good choice, in my mind, if you’ve had a demon before. He’s a wild one, though, and perhaps not the best choice for a first-time buy-“
“I’ll pay you double.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I’m sure he’ll behave very well for you.” Alistair smirked, turning and walking away to get the papers. His long, barbed tail twitched behind him, and Castiel eyed it with distaste before turning back to the demon crouched in a cage far too small to hold him, especially with the span his wings must no doubt get.
“Your name is Dean.” It wasn’t a question.
“Fuck you!” Dean snarled, baring sharp teeth with elongated canines.
Castiel’s eyes narrowed and he slammed outward with his grace in a powerful punch that knocked Dean silly.
“You will show me some respect.” the angel growled, flaring out his enormous dark brown wings in an obvious sign of dominance and aggression. At once Dean submitted, flattening himself closer to the ground and pressing his wings down against the cracked, dirty floor. Those green eyes glared hatefully at him still.
“Trouble already?” Alistair asked cheerfully, back with the scrolls and the ornamental dagger. Wordlessly Castiel took it and cut the tip of his finger before filling out the necessary information.
Owner: Castiel - Seraph
Breed Bought: Daragoran Demon
Sex: Male
Name: Dean
Purpose: Companion
Castiel filled out the information on the scroll dutifully, his blood flowing freely but not leaving any spots at all. When he was finished he stepped back, healing over the tiny cut with barely a thought. “He is mine now.”
“Indeed he is. Though what an angel wants a dragon demon as a Companion for is beyond me.” Alistair replied sweetly. He waited for the blood to try before rolling up the scroll and sealing it. With a wave of his hand he unlocked Dean’s cage. “He’s all yours.”
Dean sniffed over every surface of Castiel’s home with unabashed curiosity, his unique green eyes full of curiosity as he scrutinized everything from the furniture to the floor to the drapes. Castiel stood just inside the doorway, his wings folded and relaxed against his back as his blue eyes followed every single movement of his new Companion. Dean was incredibly curious about his surroundings, and when he opened Castiel’s fridge he immediately set about sniffing over everything inside of it.
“Are you hungry?”
The demon whirled around, his wings flaring out in surprise. The earlier aggression from before was gone and he bit his lip, carefully refolding his wings. Castiel looked over the high arches, his eyes following the claws that grew from the upper wing joints with interest. The scales of the wings were a dark tawny color, a few shades darker than his hair, and the membranes that stretched between each finger-joint were bronze.
“Yeah.” Dean finally admitted, quickly getting over his nervousness and standing tall and proud. Castiel had Alistair’s warning that this demon would be a problem, but Castiel was a Seraph, and so he was confident that he could handle it. After all, Dean was only a dragon demon, not something more dangerous as a Wicked, or even one of the Fallen like Azazel and Crowley.
“What would you like?”
“Do you have pie?”
That surprised Castiel. He had expected his new Companion to request raw meat or something along those lines. “Meat pie?”
“Hell no. Apple, or cherry.” Dean’s nose wrinkled in the most adorable way as he scowled.
It made Castiel want to kiss him, and he was across the room in a heartbeat, pinning Dean to the fridge and kissing him. Dean struggled beneath him, growling and trying to bite.
Pulling back, the Seraph narrowed his eyes and let out a dangerous growl of his own. He cuffed Dean sharply with his left wing and sent the demon sprawling.
“You belong to me now, Dean.” he reminded the dragon demon. “I bought you to be my Companion.”
“Like I’d willingly shack up with an angel!” his Companion snarled back, glaring at him from where he’d fallen to the floor.
“I’m going to get your pie. I will be back momentarily. Do not leave the house. If someone comes, do not answer the door.”
Before Dean could retort, Castiel was gone.
He returned a few moments later, as promised, to find his kitchen trashed and his living room in even worse condition. Obviously Dean had tried to leave and had discovered that he couldn’t, considering that Castiel had carefully warded his house to keep Dean inside.
The demon in question was curled up on the mauled couch, basking in the glow of his accomplishment and watching Castiel with challenging green eyes. As soon as he saw the pie he scrambled forward eagerly.
“No.” Castiel infused his true voice into the word, making the windows rattle and causing Dean to flinch. The Seraph sent the pie away, hiding it somewhere that Dean wouldn’t be able to track down with his sharp nose. Dean opened his mouth in protest, but Castiel threw him clear across the house with a blast of grace, sending him crashing through a wall.
“Do you think you’re cute, Dean?” the Seraph snarled, stalking after Dean. “Do you? Was destroying my possessions truly a good idea, now that you think about it? You know I could kill you with a thought, but yet I don’t.”
Dean cowered against the floor, watching Castiel with fear, rather than his usual arrogance. His wings pressed against the ground in submission as he let out a low croon.
In the face of such an act, Castiel stopped. Huffing out a sigh, he ran a hand through his messy dark brown hair and closed his eyes. When he felt Dean press up against his leg he dropped a hand to run it through the demon’s soft-looking hair.
Dean bit his hand.
Castiel punched him down, dropping to straddle the demon and fisting a hand in his hair to jerk his head back. From the second he’d seen Dean, he had wanted the demon. That’s why he had bought him; had paid twice of what he was worth so he could have him, and Dean’s price, as a virginal creature (so rare in demons), had been not insubstantial.
Running his nose along the creature’s neck, he breathed in deeply. Dean was squirming under him, but him trying to move Castiel was like a human trying to move a mountain.
“Let me go.”
“No, Dean. You know why I’ve bought you, and you know what that entails.”
“So you’ll rape me to get it?!”
Castiel breathed in again and smirked when, under the obvious anger and denial in Dean’s scent, he caught the first spikes of interest and arousal.
“It can’t be rape if you’re willing. Bite me again, and I might just have your fangs dulled, or removed.” he growled, pressing a searing kiss against the demon’s skin and feeling him shudder beneath him.
Rolling their hips together, the Seraph pressed kisses down Dean’s throat to nip and suck at his collarbone. Dean continued to squirm and buck beneath him.
“You don’t want to do this.” the demon said desperately, his green eyes wide and so innocent it was even more alluring. “You really don’t. Won’t your kind, like, look down on you for fucking a demon?”
Hardly, and they both knew it. Most angels had demon slaves, and most of those slaves were sex slaves or Companions. Dean’s arguments were weak and invalid, and Castiel smelled it as his pheromones grew stronger, filling the air with the addictive smell of heat and spice and want.
“You won’t deny me, Dean. You fight it, but I can smell how much you want it.” Castiel breathed against the soft, unblemished flesh. Dean shuddered, gooseflesh rising across his skin where Castiel’s breath tickled.
Hands fisted in his tunic, trying to tug him away, but Castiel wasn’t having any of it. He flared his wings to cover both of them, covering Dean in a blanket of his arousal and scent, and watched as Dean’s eyes went dark from lust. Rather than tugging him away, the dragon demon tried to tug him closer, and Castiel kissed him fiercely.
Dean keened beneath him, his own wings spread out on either side of his body. He raised them to press their wings together, and both of them choked back moans of pleasure at the electric sparks of pleasure.
It was no effort to banish their clothes with a silent prayer, and then Castiel’s hands were all over Dean’s body, rubbing roughly over his nipples before moving lower. Each action had the demon thrashing and whimpering, and while there was still definite reluctance, he didn’t seem too able to properly stop the Seraph from what he was doing.
Father above, but Dean’s scent was addicting. Castiel nuzzled along the jut of his hipbone, nose slipping into the crease where groin met thigh, and drew in the deep, musky scent of Dean’s essence.
“Cas-” Dean choked out when Castiel drew his tongue up the underside of the demon’s cock. The Seraph hummed in response before pulling away. Dean cried out unhappily, but then Castiel was flipping him over and thrusting his tongue inside of Dean’s body. When the demon clawed at the floor, his claws tore out large gouges, but Castiel didn’t care.
“Fuck, more! Deeper, please, feels so good!” his Companion snarled, rocking his hips back to try and force Castiel’s mouth deeper. The Seraph slipped in two fingers, since Dean was already literally wet. It wasn’t fabricated lubrication, but Dean’s own body reacting to arousal and mating heat. The taste of it was divine, and Castiel moaned deeply as he thrust his tongue in and curled it to bring the wetness out for him to taste. He was slurping obscenely, but Dean was bucking and crooning deep in his throat. A tongue of fire flicked out of his mouth before he swallowed it back down.
Castiel couldn’t take it anymore. Dean’s scent was too much, and the noises falling from his Companion were too arousing, so Castiel pulled back and dragged Dean on top of him. They ended up with Castiel flat on his back on the floor, wings spread out like Dean’s had been, with the demon balanced on his hips and facing the wrong way.
“Inside of me. Now.” Dean snarled, rocking and grinding his hips back against Castiel’s dick. The Seraph lifted him easily, positioning himself before sliding deep inside the slick, clenching heat of Dean’s ass.
Dean roared for him, grinding down desperately as his muscles clenched down on Castiel’s cock. The demon’s wings arched high above him, flared out and fluttering with every thrust and buck of their bodies.
His Companion was so wet inside, his slick coating Castiel’s dick and trickling down, mixed with sweat and precum, to soak the crisp hairs at the base of the angel’s erection. Their scents mixed in the air, weaving in and out of Castiel’s grunts and Dean’s cries.
“You are mine, Dean. My mate, and my slave. I’m your Master.” Castiel hissed, pulling Dean down so that the demon’s back was pressed to his front. He rolled them over then, pinning Dean on his stomach and driving in harder, faster, and deeper. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” Dean snarled, bucking back wantonly to get Castiel to sink even further into him. The demon was fisting his dick eagerly, fucking into the ring of his own fingers and then back against his Master’s dick.
When his Companion reached completion, his cum splattered over the floor, adding yet one more scent to their frantic copulating. His muscles clenched down on Castiel’s dick tighter than ever, but the angel wasn’t anywhere near finished yet. He kept thrusting into Dean, pulling back and dragging the demon onto his hands and knees. Like this, Castiel could angle his head to watch himself thrust in and out of the willing body.
“Do you want more, Dean?” he groaned, bucking forward and striking Dean’s prostate for the first time. Fire spat from Dean’s mouth, singeing the floor, but neither of them cared.
“Like what?” his Companion panted, green eyes wide and wild as he ground desperately back against his Master. “There’s so much more I want, Master. You have to be specific.”
Rather than answer, Castiel reached down and shoved two fingers into Dean with the next thrust of his dick. Dean crooned for him, his wings flexing and flapping, and his body stretched eagerly for the angel. Curious to see how much Dean could take, Castiel slid two more fingers in, fucking Dean with four fingers as well as his cock now.
His Companion, bless him, took it willingly and eagerly and begged shamelessly for more. Castiel was going to be buying a lot of toys in the future, he just knew it.
“Do you feel full, Dean?” he grunted, snapping his hips forward and stimulating Dean’s prostate with the crown as well as his fingers. His Companion was thrashing and crying out desperately beneath him.
“So full, Master.” Dean moaned, tipping his head back to the side. “So full of you. Feels so good.”
Seeing that exposed skin of the demon’s throat, Castiel leaned forward, pulling his fingers from Dean despite his cry of protest, and bit down hard enough to draw blood. As soon as Dean’s blood touched his tongue, the flavor exploding sharp and addicting, Castiel seized up and came with a muffled snarl.
Light flared around them as the angel lit up like a sun, and Dean had to cover his eyes with a startled sound. When the glow died away, Castiel turned his Companion over to kiss him deeply. Dean wrapped himself around the Seraph, clinging and rubbing desperately against his Master.
“Again, Master, please.” he begged, his blood smearing over the ground every time he moved. “Want to feel full of you in every way possible.”
Castiel smiled and nuzzled against his Companion, soothing his desperation with gentle kisses. Dean melted beneath him, kissing him back and arching. The Seraph should have expected this reaction. Dean had never been claimed before, and the first time for demons was a literal fuck-fest of need, want, nownownow. Dean would probably be like this for days.
Castiel found himself excited about that prospect. He pinned Dean under him easily, growling possessively and sinking his teeth into the bite he’d opened up for another wonderful taste. His demon keened in pleasure and threw his head back, making his skull crack against the destroyed floor with a loud crack.
This promised to be a wonderful Companionship indeed.