Stockholm Syndrome ch. 2/?
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 2: Castiel is punished
“My, my, Dean. You seem so chipper today.” Alistair drawled as he ran a hand affectionately through his pupil’s spiky hair. Dean glanced over his shoulder at his teacher, a splatter of blood on one cheek and more blood on his hands and arms. He shrugged, grinning at the demon before turning back to the soul screaming in front of him.
Of course he was in a good mood. He’d woken up and gone to visit his angel, who had been so very good. Castiel had been meek and obedient, even if that defiant fire still lurked in his eyes. But Dean was confident that the Seraph would come to adore him soon enough. He already adored Castiel. The angel was beautiful, with his pale skin and his large blue eyes. Castiel was slim, with just enough muscle to prove he had strength, and his wings were just as gorgeous as he was.
“I am, Alistair. Must have had a good dream last night.” Dean hummed, his tail curled around his leg tightly. Alistair always tried to twine their tails, but Dean refused to have it, because that was an act of affection deeper than friendship. With Sam it was different, because that was Dean’s brother and they’d always been close. Alistair was just his teacher.
“Indeed.” the demon murmured, watching Dean’s work for a while longer before returning to his own post.
When lunch rolled around, Dean stepped away from the newest soul to appear in his workshop and left the trembling man in order to go and find his brother. Sam waited for him at the entrance to the level that led to Alistair’s kingdom, and their tails immediately twined.
“How goes it?” Sam asked, grinning as he bumped shoulders with Dean. He staggered under the powerful nudge, grinning as he punched Sam’s shoulder.
“It goes fine, bitch. How’s work with Azazel today? Find anymore ‘special’ kids?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, jerk.” Sam replied affectionately before they made their way to a ledge formed from melded rock and bone. They sat side-by-side, summoning whatever it was they wished to eat before Sam continued. “But yeah, we made a few more deals, and some of the ones already made came to their ten-year mark. Azazel’s gonna let me taint one of the kids soon, he said.”
Purring in delight, Dean wound his tail up Sam’s arm to lightly smack his cheek with the pointed tip. “Good for you, Samantha. Finally taking your training wheels off! Don’t you feel bad, though, for bleeding into the baby’s mouth and twisting them?” Dean wasn’t serious with his question, his green eyes lit up with delight as he awaited the answer he knew was coming.
“Hell, no!” his younger brother growled, a fierce grin on his face. “We’re demons, Dean. They’re humans. They want us dead, we want them dead. If there’s a chance we can twist and taint some to be on our side, then that’s a win for us. One more up on the rung in this battle against the angels.”
The mention of angels made Dean perk up, and he finished the last bite of the meat he’d wished up. Licking his lips, he shot Sam a smirk. “Hey, I’m gonna take off. Got something I’ve got to do. Catch up with you later, yeah?”
“Sure, sure. Hey, slice one up for me, eh?” Sam purred, grinning as he lifted his fist. Dean bumped his own against it before melting through the wall. He left his brother behind, racing unseen to his room. It wasn’t in the same level as Alistair’s kingdom, so his teacher wouldn’t catch him. He had half an hour before he had to be back anyway.
Bursting into his room, Dean shut and locked his door before slipping through the trap-door after he’d called it into view. As soon as he stepped into the room, Castiel slammed into him from the side, knocking him down. The angel scrambled for the door, but Dean snarled and grabbed him by the shoulder, hauling him back.
Throwing Castiel towards the bed, Dean slammed the door and sent it away before he was on top of the Seraph, pinning him to the bed. “Bad angel!” he reprimanded. “Very, very bad, Castiel. I’m disappointed in you. Remember what I said last night? If you don’t behave, then you’re going to get punished.”
Castiel struggled under him, but he was no match for Dean, and the demon let him know it. Balling a hand into a fist, he punched the angel across the face, satisfied at the crack and crunch he heard as Castiel’s head snapped to the side. The angel cried out in agony, but Dean wasn’t done yet.
Pulling back, he dragged Castiel into the center of the bed and shredded his shirt, unsheathing his sword. He shoved the blade roughly through the creature’s shoulder, satisfied that his screams went unheard due to the soundproofing of the room. He removed his blade even more forcefully than he’d inserted it, watching as the wound vanished almost at once. His angel’s jaw was already reset after being shattered.
“I told you, Castiel. I told you to behave.” he growled, digging his claws into the creature’s chest and ripping. His tail wound around one of Castiel’s legs, tightening down and causing even more pain as it constricted much in the way a snake would when trying to suffocate its prey. “You were warned that if you didn’t, you’d be punished. Do you think I want to do this to you? I don’t. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you misbehave you give me no choice.”
Castiel bucked and arched below him, his beautiful skin torn and smeared with blood as he howled in pain. “No, please! Please, I’m sorry!” he cried, tears running down his face as he tried to escape the agony. His wings flapped uselessly beneath him, trying to force the demon away but unable to. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Dean moved back, staring in horror down at the trembling, begging creature. Castiel tried to curl into a ball, but the demon wouldn’t let him. Just like the night before, he drew Castiel close to him, cooing and soothing the frightened creature as he stroked his hair and back. His tail wound gently around Castiel’s wrist, hushing him gently when the Seraph whimpered and tried to jerk away.
“I’m sorry.” Castiel whimpered, clinging to Dean and eagerly accepting his gentle words and touches. It was much better than the pain. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”
“You said that before, Cas.” Dean replied sadly, running his nose through his angel’s dark hair as he let his hand stroke further up the creature’s back, running it over the skin between his wings. He felt the angel jerk and gasp, and smiled to himself before returning to his normal petting. “You said you’d be good, and then you tried to escape.”
“I won’t do it again. I won’t, I promise.” the angel whimpered, looking at Dean with his wide blue eyes. Dean noticed that the flicker of defiance was not as strong. “I promise, Dean.”
Hearing his name made the demon’s breath hitch, and he gently cupped his angel’s face, kissing him between his eyes. “We’ll see, angel. We’ll see.” he murmured gently. “I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll be back when I’m done, okay?”
Castiel whimpered and clung to him a little bit harder, but Dean gently pushed him away. “I’ll be back, I promise. It’s just for a little while longer.” Moving away, he called up the door again, looking back at Castiel one more time before he slipped through it.
Alone, Castiel curled into a ball and hid beneath his wings, trembling even harder than he had last night. He wasn’t afraid of Dean anymore; he was terrified of the demon. Dean was stronger than him, and quick to hand out punishment when Castiel misbehaved. But he was kind, too, soothing Castiel and holding him with such gentleness.
Castiel was an angel, he was used to the affections of his brothers, but none of them were as gentle and tender as Dean was. In fact, if Castiel thought hard he couldn’t remember his brothers being physically affectionate at all. At least not towards him.
Something was growing in Castiel, as much as he tried to fight it. The need to please Dean was forming in him; need to behave so that he would be treated tenderly, rather than with pain. Castiel really, really did not like the pain. Dean was brutal with his punishments, and the angel didn’t want anything like that ever again.
No, Castiel really did not like pain, and he was prepared to do anything it took to make sure he wasn’t put in pain again. Looking down at himself, he noticed for the first time that his shirt was in ribbons. He remembered that Dean had torn it apart to get to his flesh, and with his powers dampened he couldn’t fix it. Reaching back, he undid the ties with shaky fingers, letting it drop around him. Picking it up, he moved to the trashcan in the corner and shoved it in. Crawling back onto the bed, he curled up beneath the light blanket. He wasn’t cold, because there was no such thing as coldness in Hell.
Angels didn’t sleep, but somehow Castiel did. He was woken several hours later by the sound of the door opening, and at once he was out from under the blankets, perched on his knees at the foot of the bed. Ducking his head shyly, he held onto the bed post, wrapping his arms around it as he stared at Dean’s feet.
“Hello, Dean. I’m glad you’re back.” he said softly, his wings relaxed behind him. It was easy to watch Dean’s bare feet as the demon walked closer to him, and the angel inhaled to get a good whiff of Dean’s scent. He smelled like leather and grease, with a hint of sulfur because of being a demon. It was surprising that he didn’t smell like blood and misery, but Castiel didn’t think there was anything wrong with the way he did smell.
Calloused fingers slid under his chin, lifting his face so Dean could look at him. Castiel was careful not to look at the demon’s green eyes, fixing his gaze instead on his lips, which curled into a soft smile.
“Cas.” Dean purred. It made the angel blink. Dean had called him Cas before, too, but the angel hadn’t registered the nickname until now. It should have offended him, but instead he found himself pleased that Dean would give him such a nickname.
“I’m glad you’re back, Dean.” Castiel said softly, nuzzling into the hand as it slid up to cup his cheek. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Cas.” the demon hummed, moving closer. Castiel felt himself gently being pushed back, and he readily made room on the bed for Dean. When the demon sat down he crawled into his lap, holding onto him tightly and burying his face into Dean’s neck. He let out a happy murmur when Dean began to stroke his back, arching into the touch.
It was a shock when he felt the tail, and his eyes snapped open. Looking down over Dean’s shoulder, he watched the tail as it wrapped around his wrists above the shackles, then wound up his left arm. The tail was so soft, and strong, and it was part of Dean. Castiel liked it. A part of him still rebelled against being so relaxed around a demon, but that part was fading. Dean was all he had, and he wouldn’t shove him away; he didn’t want to be alone.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice was quiet in his ear, and Castiel hummed wordlessly, peeking up at Dean and meeting those beautiful green eyes.
“Dean?” a voice called from the other side of the door, and Dean stiffened. He cursed and pushed Castiel out of the way, ordering him to say silent as he slipped through the wall. Distressed at the loss of the demon’s warmth, Castiel slid back under the blanket and waited.
“Sam?” He heard Dean’s voice speak from the next room and lifted his head. “Whatcha doin’ here, man?”
“We agreed to meet up, Dean. Where the hell’d you go? Couldn’t find you anywhere.” the one Dean had called Sam demanded, and Castiel tensed at the deep, annoyed voice. Was Dean in danger?
“I was around.” Dean replied.
“Hey, remember that angel we met up with the other day?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Apparently he’s gone missing. Some angels caught Crowley and were demanding to know where he went.”
“Why the Hell would they ask the King of the Crossroads?”
“Fuck if I know, man. Just look out, alright? That stupid angel was powerful.”
Listening to them talk, Castiel felt the defiance and anger welling up again. He was an angel. What was wrong with him, wanting to please a demon? Demons were below him!
Castiel went to stand up, but a clanking sound made him look down. He saw the blood-iron shackles that bound him, and deflated immediately. There was no way he could over-power Dean when he was bound like this. Fighting back wasn’t high on his list, either. However horrible the pain was, though, it was gone almost as quickly. He just had to remember his training, and hope it would be enough to keep him fighting for as long as it took. Dean couldn’t kill him, because he didn’t have the right weapon.
Nodding his head, Castiel sat on the bed again, crossing his legs and resting his wrists on his knees. He was an angel, and he could get through this. Dean might have him under control for now, but sooner or later the demon would slip up, and Castiel would be ready.
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 2: Castiel is punished
“My, my, Dean. You seem so chipper today.” Alistair drawled as he ran a hand affectionately through his pupil’s spiky hair. Dean glanced over his shoulder at his teacher, a splatter of blood on one cheek and more blood on his hands and arms. He shrugged, grinning at the demon before turning back to the soul screaming in front of him.
Of course he was in a good mood. He’d woken up and gone to visit his angel, who had been so very good. Castiel had been meek and obedient, even if that defiant fire still lurked in his eyes. But Dean was confident that the Seraph would come to adore him soon enough. He already adored Castiel. The angel was beautiful, with his pale skin and his large blue eyes. Castiel was slim, with just enough muscle to prove he had strength, and his wings were just as gorgeous as he was.
“I am, Alistair. Must have had a good dream last night.” Dean hummed, his tail curled around his leg tightly. Alistair always tried to twine their tails, but Dean refused to have it, because that was an act of affection deeper than friendship. With Sam it was different, because that was Dean’s brother and they’d always been close. Alistair was just his teacher.
“Indeed.” the demon murmured, watching Dean’s work for a while longer before returning to his own post.
When lunch rolled around, Dean stepped away from the newest soul to appear in his workshop and left the trembling man in order to go and find his brother. Sam waited for him at the entrance to the level that led to Alistair’s kingdom, and their tails immediately twined.
“How goes it?” Sam asked, grinning as he bumped shoulders with Dean. He staggered under the powerful nudge, grinning as he punched Sam’s shoulder.
“It goes fine, bitch. How’s work with Azazel today? Find anymore ‘special’ kids?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, jerk.” Sam replied affectionately before they made their way to a ledge formed from melded rock and bone. They sat side-by-side, summoning whatever it was they wished to eat before Sam continued. “But yeah, we made a few more deals, and some of the ones already made came to their ten-year mark. Azazel’s gonna let me taint one of the kids soon, he said.”
Purring in delight, Dean wound his tail up Sam’s arm to lightly smack his cheek with the pointed tip. “Good for you, Samantha. Finally taking your training wheels off! Don’t you feel bad, though, for bleeding into the baby’s mouth and twisting them?” Dean wasn’t serious with his question, his green eyes lit up with delight as he awaited the answer he knew was coming.
“Hell, no!” his younger brother growled, a fierce grin on his face. “We’re demons, Dean. They’re humans. They want us dead, we want them dead. If there’s a chance we can twist and taint some to be on our side, then that’s a win for us. One more up on the rung in this battle against the angels.”
The mention of angels made Dean perk up, and he finished the last bite of the meat he’d wished up. Licking his lips, he shot Sam a smirk. “Hey, I’m gonna take off. Got something I’ve got to do. Catch up with you later, yeah?”
“Sure, sure. Hey, slice one up for me, eh?” Sam purred, grinning as he lifted his fist. Dean bumped his own against it before melting through the wall. He left his brother behind, racing unseen to his room. It wasn’t in the same level as Alistair’s kingdom, so his teacher wouldn’t catch him. He had half an hour before he had to be back anyway.
Bursting into his room, Dean shut and locked his door before slipping through the trap-door after he’d called it into view. As soon as he stepped into the room, Castiel slammed into him from the side, knocking him down. The angel scrambled for the door, but Dean snarled and grabbed him by the shoulder, hauling him back.
Throwing Castiel towards the bed, Dean slammed the door and sent it away before he was on top of the Seraph, pinning him to the bed. “Bad angel!” he reprimanded. “Very, very bad, Castiel. I’m disappointed in you. Remember what I said last night? If you don’t behave, then you’re going to get punished.”
Castiel struggled under him, but he was no match for Dean, and the demon let him know it. Balling a hand into a fist, he punched the angel across the face, satisfied at the crack and crunch he heard as Castiel’s head snapped to the side. The angel cried out in agony, but Dean wasn’t done yet.
Pulling back, he dragged Castiel into the center of the bed and shredded his shirt, unsheathing his sword. He shoved the blade roughly through the creature’s shoulder, satisfied that his screams went unheard due to the soundproofing of the room. He removed his blade even more forcefully than he’d inserted it, watching as the wound vanished almost at once. His angel’s jaw was already reset after being shattered.
“I told you, Castiel. I told you to behave.” he growled, digging his claws into the creature’s chest and ripping. His tail wound around one of Castiel’s legs, tightening down and causing even more pain as it constricted much in the way a snake would when trying to suffocate its prey. “You were warned that if you didn’t, you’d be punished. Do you think I want to do this to you? I don’t. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you misbehave you give me no choice.”
Castiel bucked and arched below him, his beautiful skin torn and smeared with blood as he howled in pain. “No, please! Please, I’m sorry!” he cried, tears running down his face as he tried to escape the agony. His wings flapped uselessly beneath him, trying to force the demon away but unable to. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Dean moved back, staring in horror down at the trembling, begging creature. Castiel tried to curl into a ball, but the demon wouldn’t let him. Just like the night before, he drew Castiel close to him, cooing and soothing the frightened creature as he stroked his hair and back. His tail wound gently around Castiel’s wrist, hushing him gently when the Seraph whimpered and tried to jerk away.
“I’m sorry.” Castiel whimpered, clinging to Dean and eagerly accepting his gentle words and touches. It was much better than the pain. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”
“You said that before, Cas.” Dean replied sadly, running his nose through his angel’s dark hair as he let his hand stroke further up the creature’s back, running it over the skin between his wings. He felt the angel jerk and gasp, and smiled to himself before returning to his normal petting. “You said you’d be good, and then you tried to escape.”
“I won’t do it again. I won’t, I promise.” the angel whimpered, looking at Dean with his wide blue eyes. Dean noticed that the flicker of defiance was not as strong. “I promise, Dean.”
Hearing his name made the demon’s breath hitch, and he gently cupped his angel’s face, kissing him between his eyes. “We’ll see, angel. We’ll see.” he murmured gently. “I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll be back when I’m done, okay?”
Castiel whimpered and clung to him a little bit harder, but Dean gently pushed him away. “I’ll be back, I promise. It’s just for a little while longer.” Moving away, he called up the door again, looking back at Castiel one more time before he slipped through it.
Alone, Castiel curled into a ball and hid beneath his wings, trembling even harder than he had last night. He wasn’t afraid of Dean anymore; he was terrified of the demon. Dean was stronger than him, and quick to hand out punishment when Castiel misbehaved. But he was kind, too, soothing Castiel and holding him with such gentleness.
Castiel was an angel, he was used to the affections of his brothers, but none of them were as gentle and tender as Dean was. In fact, if Castiel thought hard he couldn’t remember his brothers being physically affectionate at all. At least not towards him.
Something was growing in Castiel, as much as he tried to fight it. The need to please Dean was forming in him; need to behave so that he would be treated tenderly, rather than with pain. Castiel really, really did not like the pain. Dean was brutal with his punishments, and the angel didn’t want anything like that ever again.
No, Castiel really did not like pain, and he was prepared to do anything it took to make sure he wasn’t put in pain again. Looking down at himself, he noticed for the first time that his shirt was in ribbons. He remembered that Dean had torn it apart to get to his flesh, and with his powers dampened he couldn’t fix it. Reaching back, he undid the ties with shaky fingers, letting it drop around him. Picking it up, he moved to the trashcan in the corner and shoved it in. Crawling back onto the bed, he curled up beneath the light blanket. He wasn’t cold, because there was no such thing as coldness in Hell.
Angels didn’t sleep, but somehow Castiel did. He was woken several hours later by the sound of the door opening, and at once he was out from under the blankets, perched on his knees at the foot of the bed. Ducking his head shyly, he held onto the bed post, wrapping his arms around it as he stared at Dean’s feet.
“Hello, Dean. I’m glad you’re back.” he said softly, his wings relaxed behind him. It was easy to watch Dean’s bare feet as the demon walked closer to him, and the angel inhaled to get a good whiff of Dean’s scent. He smelled like leather and grease, with a hint of sulfur because of being a demon. It was surprising that he didn’t smell like blood and misery, but Castiel didn’t think there was anything wrong with the way he did smell.
Calloused fingers slid under his chin, lifting his face so Dean could look at him. Castiel was careful not to look at the demon’s green eyes, fixing his gaze instead on his lips, which curled into a soft smile.
“Cas.” Dean purred. It made the angel blink. Dean had called him Cas before, too, but the angel hadn’t registered the nickname until now. It should have offended him, but instead he found himself pleased that Dean would give him such a nickname.
“I’m glad you’re back, Dean.” Castiel said softly, nuzzling into the hand as it slid up to cup his cheek. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Cas.” the demon hummed, moving closer. Castiel felt himself gently being pushed back, and he readily made room on the bed for Dean. When the demon sat down he crawled into his lap, holding onto him tightly and burying his face into Dean’s neck. He let out a happy murmur when Dean began to stroke his back, arching into the touch.
It was a shock when he felt the tail, and his eyes snapped open. Looking down over Dean’s shoulder, he watched the tail as it wrapped around his wrists above the shackles, then wound up his left arm. The tail was so soft, and strong, and it was part of Dean. Castiel liked it. A part of him still rebelled against being so relaxed around a demon, but that part was fading. Dean was all he had, and he wouldn’t shove him away; he didn’t want to be alone.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice was quiet in his ear, and Castiel hummed wordlessly, peeking up at Dean and meeting those beautiful green eyes.
“Dean?” a voice called from the other side of the door, and Dean stiffened. He cursed and pushed Castiel out of the way, ordering him to say silent as he slipped through the wall. Distressed at the loss of the demon’s warmth, Castiel slid back under the blanket and waited.
“Sam?” He heard Dean’s voice speak from the next room and lifted his head. “Whatcha doin’ here, man?”
“We agreed to meet up, Dean. Where the hell’d you go? Couldn’t find you anywhere.” the one Dean had called Sam demanded, and Castiel tensed at the deep, annoyed voice. Was Dean in danger?
“I was around.” Dean replied.
“Hey, remember that angel we met up with the other day?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Apparently he’s gone missing. Some angels caught Crowley and were demanding to know where he went.”
“Why the Hell would they ask the King of the Crossroads?”
“Fuck if I know, man. Just look out, alright? That stupid angel was powerful.”
Listening to them talk, Castiel felt the defiance and anger welling up again. He was an angel. What was wrong with him, wanting to please a demon? Demons were below him!
Castiel went to stand up, but a clanking sound made him look down. He saw the blood-iron shackles that bound him, and deflated immediately. There was no way he could over-power Dean when he was bound like this. Fighting back wasn’t high on his list, either. However horrible the pain was, though, it was gone almost as quickly. He just had to remember his training, and hope it would be enough to keep him fighting for as long as it took. Dean couldn’t kill him, because he didn’t have the right weapon.
Nodding his head, Castiel sat on the bed again, crossing his legs and resting his wrists on his knees. He was an angel, and he could get through this. Dean might have him under control for now, but sooner or later the demon would slip up, and Castiel would be ready.