Stockholm Syndrome ch. 8/8(maybe?)
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Author: earth_heart
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17 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 8: Scar me, brand me; I’m yours
Howling, Dean lunged forward. From where he stood at the door, the Seraph had to go past him to get to Castiel. If she thought she was going to hurt his Cas, she had another thing coming.
No doubt she was surprised by his speed, but that just made it easier for Dean. He slammed into her, sending them both sprawling. It was no trouble to knock the blade from her hold, sending it clattering across the room. After that, it was even less trouble to plunge his sword through her throat.
The blast of her grace exploding knocked him back, but he hit something warm and giving. Castiel grunted in his ear, and Dean immediately turned to check on his angel. He’d slipped behind Dean to catch him, for which the demon was grateful.
Dropping the sword, he grabbed his angel’s face and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Castiel clung to him, whimpering into Dean’s mouth and wrapping his wings around the both of them.
Azazel cleared his throat, and Dean pulled back. “As touching as your reunion is, boys, we really need to get the Hell out of Dodge before more come for us.” the yellow-eyed demon commented lightly.
Looking at Castiel, Dean stroked his cheek. “Cas, I’m going to do something, okay?” he said, smiling when his angel tilted his head slightly. “I’m going to let you out of your bindings. Can you help us get out of here, then?” Please don’t leave me.
“Of course.” his angel said, looking far more wary than he should. That confused Dean, and he reached out with his mind. Cas, what’s wrong?
You’re not going to release me and then leave me here, are you, Dean? His angel actually sounded afraid. They were so mean. They wanted to kill me! Please, can I come back with you?
Of course! Dean cried, using the angel’s sword to draw a shallow cut up his arm. Wetting his thumb with blood, he quickly drew releasing runes on the shackles. When they clattered to the ground, Castiel surged up with a loud keen. The demon covered his ears quickly, wincing against the noise.
Dean, thank you. Now come, let’s go home. His angel was reaching for him, and Dean eagerly took the Seraph’s hand, standing. Castiel wrapped a wing around him tightly, and together they moved towards the door.
“Well, well; long time no see, little Seraph. You’re all grown now.” Azazel said with a grin. “So strong, too. Though you’re not strong enough to take all of us from this place. I’ll take my student, you just worry about getting your demon out of here.”
The alarm was starting up again, so Azazel threw an arm around Sammy’s shoulder and vanished with him. That left Dean to turn to Castiel. His Seraph was looking around the room, his blue eyes hardened; his feathers bristled.
“Cas?” he asked quietly, rubbing his angel’s shoulder gently. Those blue eyes turned to him then, and the celestial being relaxed. He gifted Dean with a beautiful smile.
“Dean, I will be able to take you from here, but it won’t be as easy as you think. All of Heaven will be trying to keep us here, so I’m going to need to exert a bit more power. It might have somewhat of an effect on you.”
“What kind of effect?” Dean asked, frowning. “It won’t kill me, will it?”
“No, no!” Castiel assured him quickly. “Nothing like that, I promise. I will need to use my grace to help us escape, though. It might leave you with a mark.”
“Yeah? Sounds kinky, Cas.” Dean purred, nuzzling him. He felt his angel relax further in his arms and wrapped his tail around Castiel’s waist. “Do it. Mark me so that everyone will know I’m yours, just as you’re mine.”
Castiel’s eyes flashed. Before Dean realized what was happening, the Seraph had him shoved up against the wall. They kissed again, wet and wild. Castiel was no shy, virginal creature this time; he gave as good as he got, stealing Dean’s breath and leaving his lips feeling abused and tingly.
When they finally pulled away, Castiel gripped Dean’s left arm tightly, and then they were flying. As they shot out of the door and down the hallway, Castiel began to glow. His grace was beautiful, a mixture of gold and blue that was shot through with tinier streaks of green. As Dean reached out, he realized that the green was his own essence. Dean bet that if he looked inside himself, he’d see his own soul as the familiar green mixed in with streaks of blue and gold.
The brighter Castiel got, the hotter his hand became. Dean’s own internal temperature was incredibly high, being he was a demon; but even this was starting to hurt. However, he grit his teeth and wrapped his free arm around Castiel, holding onto him tightly.
Out of the building, they shot up into the sky. A glance down showed several angels pursuing them, but Castiel had a head-start, and he was faster.
“Close your eyes, Dean!” Castiel warned, and the demon obediently shut them. The pain in his shoulder grew, and the demon let out a pained howl as the world exploded around them.
Touching down on earth, Castiel looked down at Dean. The demon was currently unconscious, which made him worry. His sudden fluctuation in grace must have been too much for their tender bond.
Passing a hand over his beloved’s forehead, he smiled when Dean’s eyes flickered beneath his eyelids. Slowly they opened, letting Castiel stare into those green eyes that he loved so much.
“What the Hell just happened, Cas?” he grunted, making no move to pull himself away. “Did I seriously faint like a chick?”
“Baby chickens cannot faint.” Castiel replied, helping the demon to stand. When he pulled his hand away from Dean’s left shoulder, he got his first good look at the handprint-shaped brand he’d left behind with his grace.
Dean must have noticed the look on his face, because the demon looked at his shoulder. He let out a loud whistle. “Damn, Cas! You weren’t kidding when you said it would leave a mark.”
His tone worried the Seraph, and he timidly touched Dean’s wrist. “I’m sorry.” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to render you unconscious.”
Hands caught him, pulling him flush against the demon’s body before wrapping around his back under his wings. Dean’s lips were pressed against his temple, and he felt the light kiss intimately. “Don’t worry, angel, it’s not a problem. I like it; really, I do.” he purred. Dean dipped his head, his tongue flicking over the shell of Castiel’s ear. “Why don’t I take us home, so I can show you how much.”
“Oh, please. Let’s go home.” Castiel whispered breathlessly. “Take us home, Dean.”
When they descended into Hell, Castiel felt the familiar feeling of the world warping around them. It wasn’t the same as an angel opening his wings and flying, but it wasn’t a bad feeling either. Of course, Castiel was more distracted by the trail of bites Dean was leaving down his neck.
When they finally reached Dean’s room, Castiel shoved him inside, slamming the door behind them. He locked it with his mind and pounced on the demon, sending them both tumbling onto the bed. Dean bit his lips roughly, his tail wiggling down the back of Castiel’s pants to stroke over his entrance.
Castiel arched back; tipping his head to the side to give Dean more room to mark his neck. “Dean.” he whined, pulling back. “Dean, I need to get your pants off. Roll over.”
Chuckling, his demon complied. Castiel tugged at the ties and clasps, narrowing his eyes in frustration when it took him too long for his liking. When he finally got them undone he jerked the demon’s pants down.
Dean must have gotten too impatient, because he flipped himself over and grabbed at Castiel’s pants. The Seraph shifted, making it easier for his beloved to remove his slacks.
When they were both naked, Dean dragged him down. Castiel kissed him deeply, groaning into the demon’s mouth when he felt Dean’s fingers drag up his back. When they pressed against his oil glands, Castiel jerked.
“Gonna fuck you, Cas.” Dean moaned into his ear. “Gonna get my fingers slick with your oil, and then I’m gonna use ‘em to fuck you. Would you like that, angel?” He bit Castiel’s ear and he gasped at the flare of pain.
“Yes, Dean. Please.” he moaned, thrusting against the inside of the demon’s thigh and feeling his lover’s erection against his stomach. When two fingers wiggled into him he keened, pushing himself back into the feeling. Those fingers expertly stimulated his prostate, sending pleasure sparking through him and drawing a louder cry from the angel’s throat.
The fingers began to pull out and Castiel whimpered. “No, no, please.” he begged, pushing back harder to force them back into him. “I need to feel you inside of me, Dean.”
“Well, angel, it’s going to be hard for me to get my dick in you if you don’t let me pull out for a moment.” Dean growled roughly into his ear, thrusting his fingers easily inside of the Seraph. Castiel whimpered, wiggling his hips.
“Do it.” he gasped. “Do it quickly, Dean. I need to feel you inside of me. I don’t want your tail this time, I want you.”
“You want my what, Cas?” the demon purred, biting at his throat hard enough to break the skin. “Say it, angel. Say what you want. Do you want my fingers?”
“No, Dean. I want your dick inside of me.” Castiel whispered, knowing this was what the demon wanted him to say. “I want to feel your dick inside of me.” He knew he was blushing horribly, but it was what Dean wanted to hear. So, Castiel would say it.
His embarrassment paid off. Dean snarled beneath him and flipped them over. Castiel’s back hit the soft bed, the air rushing out of him in a surprised huff. Above him, Dean’s eyes were wild, dark with desire and want. The angel felt as he pulled his fingers from inside of him, whining and shifting to follow them.
“Stop.” Dean growled, and Castiel obediently stilled. Even though he was more powerful than Dean now, he had no urge to stop his beloved; he trusted him with his whole being.
Dean slipped his arms underneath the backs of Castiel’s knees, pulling his legs apart and lifting his lower body. The Seraph felt the head of Dean’s erection nudge against his entrance, and suddenly he was inside with one steady thrust.
Throwing back his head, Castiel keened loudly. Feeling Dean’s tail inside of him had been incredible, but feeling Dean, himself, was so much more pleasurable. “Move, Dean. Please.” he choked out, reaching for the demon. When he pulled his beloved down it caused him to fold nearly in half, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Their lips met in a wet kiss, their tongues rubbing together.
Every one of the demon’s thrusts drew a whimper or a moan from Castiel, the pleasure that raced through him almost too much to handle. Without thinking, he reached up and slid his hand over the brand, gripping down.
Dean howled above him, and Castiel screamed. Their souls met and twined together through the contact, his grace embracing Dean’s essence and wrapping up the demon tightly. He could feel each and every one of Dean’s thrusts, while at the same time he was Dean, feeling the tight heat of Castiel wrapped around his erection.
Oh gods, Cas. It feels so good. Dean moaned in his mind. What the hell is this, angel?
This is us becoming one, Dean. Castiel gasped, his mind-voice full of amazement and awe. Our energies were melding already, and now they’re completely intertwining. We’re mates.
Mates? Dean whispered, laying his head on Castiel’s shoulder and moaning as he thrust into him. Castiel moaned with him. Like, together forever; that kinda mates?
Yes. Dean’s hand wrapped around his erection, and Castiel cried out at the dual sensations, his body arching up as orgasm rocked through him. Yes; yes, Dean!
Oh fuck, Cas. It feels... Shit! It’s too much, Cas! Dean shuddered, grinding in as deeply as he could before he reached his climax as well. Castiel felt his mate’s erection pulse inside of him, wet warmth filling him. It was a strange feeling, but he found he liked it immensely.
They curled around one another on the bed, panting and relaxing. Neither one was sweating, but their internal temperatures were still raised from the heated coupling.
“We’re seriously mates?” Dean whispered into his neck, holding the angel close. Castiel smiled, feeling his beloved’s elation and worry warring.
“Yes, Dean. We are mates. Stop thinking I’m going to grow tired of you. You are an incredible being, beloved.” Castiel pulled back, cupping Dean’s face in his hands and placing a kiss on each eyelid. “Our relationship did not start out on the best of terms, but time changes things. I love you, now, and there’s nothing and no one that can take you from me.”
“Not even the threat of falling?” Dean asked, holding Castiel close when he tried to pull back for a better look. The Seraph looked down at his beloved’s soft, spiky hair instead.
“I’ve already fallen, Dean. The moment I chose you over Heaven, I truly fell. I do not regret my decision.”
“But you’ll become a demon!” Dean pulled back now, staring at Castiel with wide eyes. “You’ll be hunted by them; they’ll try to kill you! You really don’t care?”
“You’re worth it, Dean.” Castiel said, smiling gently. “And don’t you dare tell me you’re not, do you hear me? Don’t even think it.” He tilted the demon’s face up when he looked down. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy. But it will be worth it.”
His mate gifted him with a small smile, and Castiel hummed in delight, rubbing their noses together. That earned him a snort and a shove, which pushed him off of the bed.
“Let’s get one thing straight, angel boy.” Dean growled playfully, peering down at him. “I don’t do chick-flick moments. You’re gonna be mated to this manly demon, you’re gonna have to deal with a lot of cussing, a lot of sex, and a lot of vulgarities. That won’t be too much for your angelic ass, will it?”
Laughing, Castiel launched himself at his mate, sending them both tumbling back onto the sheets. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have a problem with it.” he replied. Dean struggled, but he effectively pinned his beloved by sitting on his chest. “Though if you’re going to be mated to this Seraph, you’re going to have to learn to deal with some tender moments; you will learn, or I’ll just have to beat it into your skull. Maybe withhold that sex you were just talking about.”
Dean’s eyes were wide. “You wouldn’t.” he gasped.
Castiel smiled, stroking his cheek. “I would.”
Snorting, Dean muttered ‘fine’ before reaching up to pull him back down. “So, angel, we should probably get some rest. Or, at least, I should get some sleep while you stare creepily at me. There’s gonna be a helluva lot of questions to answer in the morning, once all of Hell finds out I’ve got an angel as a pet.”
Snorting, Castiel slid off to the side, wrapping himself around his mate. He folded his wings over the both of them, pulling Dean tightly against himself. Settling down, he pressed his nose into his lover’s neck, listening to his mate’s breathing even out. Whatever problems came in the morning, they were to be worried about then. For now, Castiel was more than content to feel his beloved’s warmth.
END? (No, seriously, tell me what you think)