A mud-monkey and an angel
Title: A mud-monkey and an Angel
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R?
Warnings: Wrote this as Uriel, and he, in my head, likes to give commentary on life and Dean's and Castiel's choices, thus, this piece was born!
Spoilers: Takes place after season 4
Castiel was no longer allowed in Heaven. He no longer deserved to be called an angel. He was now human. Human. A worthless piece of trash who went against everything that they were told, no matter who gave them orders. Castiel had betrayed those who shared his life, those who had been with him since he first learned what it meant to be an angel. He had betrayed those who cared the most about him, all because a mud-monkey had asked him too. A mud-monkey who poked and prodded until Castiel gave in and did whatever the mud-monkey asked him to do, and with no hesitation, Castiel did like the mud-monkey told him to. Castiel was no longer a holy being, no longer worthy of the love their father gave him. Yet their father refused to stop loving Castiel, refused to punish Castiel by taking his grace away from him completely. Castiel could still heal himself and kill demons, he just couldn't come home, to the one place that was filed with others like him who cared for him, and took care of him. He turned against them the moment he allowed the hunter to get to him. I should have killed the hunter when I had the chance. Then, Castiel would still follow orders like he was taught to, instead of running off to get fucked by the trash he called his hunter.
The hunter. The pathetic excuse for a human was nothing more than a child who wanted to please a daddy that taught him all the wrong things, but, that can be fixed. Dean Winchester could be broken and trained to be the perfect little soldier. One who would obey those who had the true power, the angels. All that needs to be done is get certain, leverage, to hold over the mud-monkey. Leverage such as a certain ex-angel. Dean Winchester will soon regret crossing me, and disobeying Zachariah. Poor Dean Winchester, poor little mud-monkey, soon to be a good little soldier of the Lord. Given, he wont do it by choice, but he'll soon learn that listening by choice is easier than arguing and going against the rules.
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Castiel and Dean were laying on a motel bed. Castiel was tucked neatly into Dean's side, his arm draped over Dean's chest, head resting lightly on Dean's shoulder. Dean was staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought, something was off today, something had been off all week for that matter. Dean just couldn't figure out what it was. He just felt like he was being watched more than usual, it freaked him out. He could sense that something bad was going to happen. Dean sighed, trying to get rid of the feeling, he wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled them closer together. All Dean knew was that he needed to keep Castiel close by his side.
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Castiel isn't worth my time but, I was told that the trash needed to be controlled, and when I am told something, I actually do as I am told. Unlike that now worthless angel, who should have fallen, but instead, was saved when daddy dearest learned that he was in love with a mud-monkey. Now, the mess that Castiel created had to be cleaned up. Dean Winchester had to be taught that when he is told to do something by those who are more powerful than him, he must do it, no questions asked. If it took kidnapping an ex-angel, to get this trashes to listen, then so be it. There's nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty, and if I enjoy hurting that worthless angel, then, that's just a plus. Our father told us that we needed Dean Winchester, he didn't tell us how we had to get him and, he wasn't going to know about Castiel, Zachariah has ways of hiding our activities. I am going to enjoy bringing those worthless Castiel and mud-monkey to their knees, no matter how it had to be done.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R?
Warnings: Wrote this as Uriel, and he, in my head, likes to give commentary on life and Dean's and Castiel's choices, thus, this piece was born!
Spoilers: Takes place after season 4
Castiel was no longer allowed in Heaven. He no longer deserved to be called an angel. He was now human. Human. A worthless piece of trash who went against everything that they were told, no matter who gave them orders. Castiel had betrayed those who shared his life, those who had been with him since he first learned what it meant to be an angel. He had betrayed those who cared the most about him, all because a mud-monkey had asked him too. A mud-monkey who poked and prodded until Castiel gave in and did whatever the mud-monkey asked him to do, and with no hesitation, Castiel did like the mud-monkey told him to. Castiel was no longer a holy being, no longer worthy of the love their father gave him. Yet their father refused to stop loving Castiel, refused to punish Castiel by taking his grace away from him completely. Castiel could still heal himself and kill demons, he just couldn't come home, to the one place that was filed with others like him who cared for him, and took care of him. He turned against them the moment he allowed the hunter to get to him. I should have killed the hunter when I had the chance. Then, Castiel would still follow orders like he was taught to, instead of running off to get fucked by the trash he called his hunter.
The hunter. The pathetic excuse for a human was nothing more than a child who wanted to please a daddy that taught him all the wrong things, but, that can be fixed. Dean Winchester could be broken and trained to be the perfect little soldier. One who would obey those who had the true power, the angels. All that needs to be done is get certain, leverage, to hold over the mud-monkey. Leverage such as a certain ex-angel. Dean Winchester will soon regret crossing me, and disobeying Zachariah. Poor Dean Winchester, poor little mud-monkey, soon to be a good little soldier of the Lord. Given, he wont do it by choice, but he'll soon learn that listening by choice is easier than arguing and going against the rules.
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Castiel and Dean were laying on a motel bed. Castiel was tucked neatly into Dean's side, his arm draped over Dean's chest, head resting lightly on Dean's shoulder. Dean was staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought, something was off today, something had been off all week for that matter. Dean just couldn't figure out what it was. He just felt like he was being watched more than usual, it freaked him out. He could sense that something bad was going to happen. Dean sighed, trying to get rid of the feeling, he wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled them closer together. All Dean knew was that he needed to keep Castiel close by his side.
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Castiel isn't worth my time but, I was told that the trash needed to be controlled, and when I am told something, I actually do as I am told. Unlike that now worthless angel, who should have fallen, but instead, was saved when daddy dearest learned that he was in love with a mud-monkey. Now, the mess that Castiel created had to be cleaned up. Dean Winchester had to be taught that when he is told to do something by those who are more powerful than him, he must do it, no questions asked. If it took kidnapping an ex-angel, to get this trashes to listen, then so be it. There's nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty, and if I enjoy hurting that worthless angel, then, that's just a plus. Our father told us that we needed Dean Winchester, he didn't tell us how we had to get him and, he wasn't going to know about Castiel, Zachariah has ways of hiding our activities. I am going to enjoy bringing those worthless Castiel and mud-monkey to their knees, no matter how it had to be done.