Not your garden variety...
Title: The Not So Usual Garden Variety
Genre: angst/romance
Pairing: Castiel/Dean (main!), Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Summary: in this story: Dean was not rescued by angels after his four months in hell, and he is out on earth as Lilith’s personal assistant… and that’s where we start…
Warning: Violence physically, mentally, sexually (not that I condone it! It’s just that it’s for the plot… please don’t think I condone sexual violence) swearing… and total blasphemy… and yes, I know I am totally going to hell for this…
PREVIOUS
PRELUDE:P.R.E.L.U.D.E.
CH.1:9 months in hell... literally speaking
CH.2:9 months in hell... figuratively speaking
CH.3:D is for Dacey and that's good enough for me
Seedlings
Can you tell me if sun flowers scorch?
Are their yellow canary petals actually burning fleur?
Can you tell me do Dandelions roar?
And if it does, does their white feathery mane fall to the floor?
Can you tell me if you hear the fanfare of the Bellflower’s horn?
In celebration, in mourn, do they play when a lover’s pact is sworn?
Can you tell me where I am to go?
When heaven rejects you and hell repents you to be welcomed and adorned?
Can you tell me why we are born?
Are we made in gardens? In patches? In fields are we grown?
Dean Winchester Must Die
“Dean Winchester must die…”
“Hold your tongue Uriel, that is not out father wills us to do,” spoke an angel, his true form bright and strong- and Castiel feels a tinge of pain in his human eyes as he looks at his commander- odd…his brother Tuesday never complained about pain in the eyes.
“Castiel, what is it that you think we should do?” another angel asks him- this angel also bright, but not as fierce as the one it stood next too.
“What does our father tell us to do?” Castiel spoke softly, hoping that his squinting would go unnoticed.
“He orders us to let Dean Winchester take his course- let him come to the righteous path on his own-“ the gentle angel said, and Castiel looked down onto his feet as the gentle commander spoke.
“Then that is what I believe we should do,” Castiel said getting a scoff from Uriel. The Gentle commander’s gaze went towards Uriel.
“You test me, Uriel… you lack of faith in the Lord fails you-“ the Gentle One said sternly.
“I do not doubt our father I doubt-“
“Just his children!” the fierce angel shouted making the air around go stale with energy, “Believe in the Lord, for he has faith in all his children, and so shall you! Your disbelief is turning you proud, arrogant and prejudice! One step out of line and I shall personally rip by our grace from your heart and cast you down onto earth below!”
“Brother…” the Gentle One said gently hoping to ease his brother’s anger, “We shall take our leave- but we shall be back with more news…” Castiel looked up to his commander and his subordinate.
“And what shall we tell Samuel Winchester?” Castiel asked.
“The truth- for this will be a test for him- shall he choose to stay in the Lords path then he shall pass-“
“And if he does not?”
“Then he has fallen astray once more-“
A light voice lulls him into sleep- as he rests his head on Lilith’s lap- as she pets Dean like one of her hell hounds-
Dean…
‘Who… who is this?’
Dean…
Dean…
A soft woman’s voice- Dean opens his eyes, and it’s in a dark ever green shade. His hair is slightly longer and he is in comfortable clothing of white.
But he’s younger here- much younger… he feels lighter
He looks around to search the owner of the voice- and he finds himself in a bright place, with a stream near by.
Dean-
My Dean…
Dean looks around again searching for the voice.
“I can’t see you!” Dean said in frustration, as he’s greeted with a happy laugh.
“Always so impatient~ when it comes to mommy~”
Dean looks around, spinning and spinning looking for the voice- and there he spots someone in the distance- so Dean runs but his legs are too short- not like he knows his real body to be- long and strong. This body is small and clumsy- but it’s his body… he vaguely remembers that it’s his body. Dean doesn’t think too much about and still runs to the figure in the distance- and it seems like forever till he reaches the figure to find that it wasn’t a woman.
A man- with dark chestnut hair- and dark deep blue eyes.
The angel- Dean recognizes, but he doesn’t feel the need to defend himself or flee- so he just stands there, never breaking the eye contact with the holy creature.
“Dean…” the angel says his name, but for some odd reason Dean doesn’t feel a need to defend his master’s right.
“Yes…” Dean answers- why he doesn’t know- he doesn’t know what’s going on, just confused- so confused…
“Where… where are we?” no fear, or anger in Dean’s voice- just curiosity.
The angel comes closer- his tanned trench coat swaying side to side as the angel took each steps, and Dean looks up to meet the angel’s blue eyes. Dean much smaller than he already is- in his child body he feels trapped, and uncomfortable.
“We are in your soul- the soul you wear around your neck”
“How?” the angel looks around Dean’s soul and the only thing heard is the flow of the gentle stream.
“Look at your living water, Dean…” the angel said not answering Dean’s question. He pointed towards the stream that runs in the middle of Dean’s soul.
“It is now, narrow and small- flows slowly and softly- but it is still pure and fresh,” the Blue eyes look at Dean once more- and Dean feels an odd sensation.
“It can grow Dean… and I can feel your spirit crying out of thirst,”
Dean wakes up- he looks at the surrounding- a big suite hotel somewhere in the city- Dean doesn’t quite remember which city, but all he cares now is that his dream is over and he’s in his master’s presence.
Dean rises from his place at Lilith’s lap and she looks at him.
“Something wrong Deanie?”
“No… nothing master-“Dean says a little lost, and it shows in his bright yellow green eyes.
“Really?” Lilith asked again.
“Yes master… just that-“
“What Dean? What’s wrong?”
“Something feels wrong…” Dean said looking at Lilith who was now in a new body- an older body, a college student apparently- with beautiful light brown hair, and bright blue eyes.
Blue…
A familiar face flashes against Dean’s memory- the face of the angel. Dean looks again at his master’s eyes-
No… it’s the wrong shade- it’s too light
“Oh? What do you think feels wrong?”
“Nothing master…” Dean doesn’t feel like sharing is confusion to his master, because his master would be disappointed in him.
“Oh Deanie, I want you to do me something~ can you do something for me?” Dean perked up to his master- waiting- wanting to aid her in some way.
“Of course Master… anything” Lilith smiled and ran her fingers through Dean’s hair, and brought Dean’s face towards her.
“That’s right Dean… always remember that you have always been my pet…” and she kissed him on the lips.
“What I don’t get is why I was never informed!”
“I understand your anger, Samuel…”
“No you don’t! Everything I am doing, every single thing I am doing- is so that I can get Dean back- but you- you!!” Sam stops shouting at the angel who looks slightly defeated- but it’s not like Sam cares- he’s too angry to keep talking- and all he wants to do is burn something, or kill something- there is a deep dark black curl of smoke that ignites in his heart.
“Calm yourself, Samuel,” Castiel says to the human- feeling the human’s darkness curl out into his soul.
“Calm?! CALM?! MY BROTHER IS THAT FUCKING BITCH’S BITCH!” Sam breathed in and out quickly slightly hyperventilating. Castiel stared at Samuel feeling the motel room slowly and softly starting to shake.
“HE’S HER LAPDOG! AND HE KILLED MISSOURI!” the drawers started to shake with the vibrations of Samuel’s fury, and Castiel quickly drew up close to Samuel and placed two fingers on Samuel’s forehead and Samuel fell asleep instantly.
“Father I am troubled and lost…”
“and why are you lost Castiel?”
“… I don’t know father… I feel doubt in my heart,”
“Doubt against me Castiel?”
“No father… never you father…”
“Then what is it my child?” and Castiel can feel the warmth of the sun amplifying as if the Lord as basking Castiel in a warm glow as comfort- and Castiel knew that his father knew what he did not- so all he did was lower his head and prayed for strength.
Alistair walks through hell, he quickly excused himself in Lilith’s presence making sure he wasn’t being fallowed. He had slipped under a crack of a broken seal into hell- Alistair hates hell. He had been there for eons- and he has never taken accustom to hell- not like Dean. Dean’s second trip back into hell was a bit surprising to Alistair… but Alistair didn’t think much of it. He thought it just showed how fucked up Dean Winchester truly was- enjoying hell, as if it was a cheery walk in the county fair. But now that Alistair thinks about Dean, he has an uneasy chill that films down his back-
The way Dean’s eyes would glow this unnatural brightness only the higher ranked demons were ‘gifted’ with. Azazel with his sly yellow, Lilith with her milky whites, the cross road breeds with their tainted red- and Dean with his bright lemon greens-
Alistair didn’t know whether to fear or to be envious- Envious that Dean who had been his play thing has now become higher than himself on the food chain, or fearful that he had done it so quickly…
Alistair didn’t care one way or the other- he knew what he had to do.
He walked over to the rack where two figures were hung- dark smoky creatures carving them inside out- making them scream loud enough to break glass.
Alistair held out his hand as a signal to halt, and the smoky creatures withdrew-
Alistair’s human form looked at the two figures-
“Alistair…” one of them rasped out with a panting slur, the other stayed silent.
“I have a deal for you…”
“I’ll take it” the first one that spoke did not hesitate- and the voice reflected a pure want to be released off the rack.
“How about you my dear?” asking the other figure who was silently watching.
“No… no deals…”
“Fine by me-“ Alistair said as he nodded for the smoky creatures to return to carve out the figure’s body.
Alistair returned to the dealer who had finally caught it’s breathe.
“What do I have to do?” Alistair waved his hand as the rank unshackled the figure to step out of the dark to reveal a human form of a beautiful woman.
“We have a situation at hand…”
“We?” the woman asked as she rubbed her wrists and raised a brow at Alistair.
“I…” Alistair said giving a slight glare but a sinister smirk nonetheless…
“Oh?”
“Yes… and I have a job for you-“
“Any reason you cant do this?”
“No- I just thought it might be fun to see someone else have fun for a chance-“
“Huh- is that right?”
“Yea- now are we done playing twenty questions? Because the rack looks awfully lonely without you, Ruby~” Alistair sang out.
Ruby who was still in her latest human form looked at Alistair- and smiled,
“Bring it on big man, what’s my job?”
Alistair smiled with dark means behind them.
“Dean Winchester must die…”
AN: I know!! I KNOW!!! I am sorry it’s so damn short! There is a reason for it though- if I dragged it on to be longer it would have been lame!
So I promise to quickly write(usually goes faster with more comments wink wink) the next part!! I PROMISE!!!! I PROMISE!!!!!
Genre: angst/romance
Pairing: Castiel/Dean (main!), Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Summary: in this story: Dean was not rescued by angels after his four months in hell, and he is out on earth as Lilith’s personal assistant… and that’s where we start…
Warning: Violence physically, mentally, sexually (not that I condone it! It’s just that it’s for the plot… please don’t think I condone sexual violence) swearing… and total blasphemy… and yes, I know I am totally going to hell for this…
PREVIOUS
PRELUDE:P.R.E.L.U.D.E.
CH.1:9 months in hell... literally speaking
CH.2:9 months in hell... figuratively speaking
CH.3:D is for Dacey and that's good enough for me
Seedlings
Can you tell me if sun flowers scorch?
Are their yellow canary petals actually burning fleur?
Can you tell me do Dandelions roar?
And if it does, does their white feathery mane fall to the floor?
Can you tell me if you hear the fanfare of the Bellflower’s horn?
In celebration, in mourn, do they play when a lover’s pact is sworn?
Can you tell me where I am to go?
When heaven rejects you and hell repents you to be welcomed and adorned?
Can you tell me why we are born?
Are we made in gardens? In patches? In fields are we grown?
Dean Winchester Must Die
“Dean Winchester must die…”
“Hold your tongue Uriel, that is not out father wills us to do,” spoke an angel, his true form bright and strong- and Castiel feels a tinge of pain in his human eyes as he looks at his commander- odd…his brother Tuesday never complained about pain in the eyes.
“Castiel, what is it that you think we should do?” another angel asks him- this angel also bright, but not as fierce as the one it stood next too.
“What does our father tell us to do?” Castiel spoke softly, hoping that his squinting would go unnoticed.
“He orders us to let Dean Winchester take his course- let him come to the righteous path on his own-“ the gentle angel said, and Castiel looked down onto his feet as the gentle commander spoke.
“Then that is what I believe we should do,” Castiel said getting a scoff from Uriel. The Gentle commander’s gaze went towards Uriel.
“You test me, Uriel… you lack of faith in the Lord fails you-“ the Gentle One said sternly.
“I do not doubt our father I doubt-“
“Just his children!” the fierce angel shouted making the air around go stale with energy, “Believe in the Lord, for he has faith in all his children, and so shall you! Your disbelief is turning you proud, arrogant and prejudice! One step out of line and I shall personally rip by our grace from your heart and cast you down onto earth below!”
“Brother…” the Gentle One said gently hoping to ease his brother’s anger, “We shall take our leave- but we shall be back with more news…” Castiel looked up to his commander and his subordinate.
“And what shall we tell Samuel Winchester?” Castiel asked.
“The truth- for this will be a test for him- shall he choose to stay in the Lords path then he shall pass-“
“And if he does not?”
“Then he has fallen astray once more-“
A light voice lulls him into sleep- as he rests his head on Lilith’s lap- as she pets Dean like one of her hell hounds-
Dean…
‘Who… who is this?’
Dean…
Dean…
A soft woman’s voice- Dean opens his eyes, and it’s in a dark ever green shade. His hair is slightly longer and he is in comfortable clothing of white.
But he’s younger here- much younger… he feels lighter
He looks around to search the owner of the voice- and he finds himself in a bright place, with a stream near by.
Dean-
My Dean…
Dean looks around again searching for the voice.
“I can’t see you!” Dean said in frustration, as he’s greeted with a happy laugh.
“Always so impatient~ when it comes to mommy~”
Dean looks around, spinning and spinning looking for the voice- and there he spots someone in the distance- so Dean runs but his legs are too short- not like he knows his real body to be- long and strong. This body is small and clumsy- but it’s his body… he vaguely remembers that it’s his body. Dean doesn’t think too much about and still runs to the figure in the distance- and it seems like forever till he reaches the figure to find that it wasn’t a woman.
A man- with dark chestnut hair- and dark deep blue eyes.
The angel- Dean recognizes, but he doesn’t feel the need to defend himself or flee- so he just stands there, never breaking the eye contact with the holy creature.
“Dean…” the angel says his name, but for some odd reason Dean doesn’t feel a need to defend his master’s right.
“Yes…” Dean answers- why he doesn’t know- he doesn’t know what’s going on, just confused- so confused…
“Where… where are we?” no fear, or anger in Dean’s voice- just curiosity.
The angel comes closer- his tanned trench coat swaying side to side as the angel took each steps, and Dean looks up to meet the angel’s blue eyes. Dean much smaller than he already is- in his child body he feels trapped, and uncomfortable.
“We are in your soul- the soul you wear around your neck”
“How?” the angel looks around Dean’s soul and the only thing heard is the flow of the gentle stream.
“Look at your living water, Dean…” the angel said not answering Dean’s question. He pointed towards the stream that runs in the middle of Dean’s soul.
“It is now, narrow and small- flows slowly and softly- but it is still pure and fresh,” the Blue eyes look at Dean once more- and Dean feels an odd sensation.
“It can grow Dean… and I can feel your spirit crying out of thirst,”
Dean wakes up- he looks at the surrounding- a big suite hotel somewhere in the city- Dean doesn’t quite remember which city, but all he cares now is that his dream is over and he’s in his master’s presence.
Dean rises from his place at Lilith’s lap and she looks at him.
“Something wrong Deanie?”
“No… nothing master-“Dean says a little lost, and it shows in his bright yellow green eyes.
“Really?” Lilith asked again.
“Yes master… just that-“
“What Dean? What’s wrong?”
“Something feels wrong…” Dean said looking at Lilith who was now in a new body- an older body, a college student apparently- with beautiful light brown hair, and bright blue eyes.
Blue…
A familiar face flashes against Dean’s memory- the face of the angel. Dean looks again at his master’s eyes-
No… it’s the wrong shade- it’s too light
“Oh? What do you think feels wrong?”
“Nothing master…” Dean doesn’t feel like sharing is confusion to his master, because his master would be disappointed in him.
“Oh Deanie, I want you to do me something~ can you do something for me?” Dean perked up to his master- waiting- wanting to aid her in some way.
“Of course Master… anything” Lilith smiled and ran her fingers through Dean’s hair, and brought Dean’s face towards her.
“That’s right Dean… always remember that you have always been my pet…” and she kissed him on the lips.
“What I don’t get is why I was never informed!”
“I understand your anger, Samuel…”
“No you don’t! Everything I am doing, every single thing I am doing- is so that I can get Dean back- but you- you!!” Sam stops shouting at the angel who looks slightly defeated- but it’s not like Sam cares- he’s too angry to keep talking- and all he wants to do is burn something, or kill something- there is a deep dark black curl of smoke that ignites in his heart.
“Calm yourself, Samuel,” Castiel says to the human- feeling the human’s darkness curl out into his soul.
“Calm?! CALM?! MY BROTHER IS THAT FUCKING BITCH’S BITCH!” Sam breathed in and out quickly slightly hyperventilating. Castiel stared at Samuel feeling the motel room slowly and softly starting to shake.
“HE’S HER LAPDOG! AND HE KILLED MISSOURI!” the drawers started to shake with the vibrations of Samuel’s fury, and Castiel quickly drew up close to Samuel and placed two fingers on Samuel’s forehead and Samuel fell asleep instantly.
“Father I am troubled and lost…”
“and why are you lost Castiel?”
“… I don’t know father… I feel doubt in my heart,”
“Doubt against me Castiel?”
“No father… never you father…”
“Then what is it my child?” and Castiel can feel the warmth of the sun amplifying as if the Lord as basking Castiel in a warm glow as comfort- and Castiel knew that his father knew what he did not- so all he did was lower his head and prayed for strength.
Alistair walks through hell, he quickly excused himself in Lilith’s presence making sure he wasn’t being fallowed. He had slipped under a crack of a broken seal into hell- Alistair hates hell. He had been there for eons- and he has never taken accustom to hell- not like Dean. Dean’s second trip back into hell was a bit surprising to Alistair… but Alistair didn’t think much of it. He thought it just showed how fucked up Dean Winchester truly was- enjoying hell, as if it was a cheery walk in the county fair. But now that Alistair thinks about Dean, he has an uneasy chill that films down his back-
The way Dean’s eyes would glow this unnatural brightness only the higher ranked demons were ‘gifted’ with. Azazel with his sly yellow, Lilith with her milky whites, the cross road breeds with their tainted red- and Dean with his bright lemon greens-
Alistair didn’t know whether to fear or to be envious- Envious that Dean who had been his play thing has now become higher than himself on the food chain, or fearful that he had done it so quickly…
Alistair didn’t care one way or the other- he knew what he had to do.
He walked over to the rack where two figures were hung- dark smoky creatures carving them inside out- making them scream loud enough to break glass.
Alistair held out his hand as a signal to halt, and the smoky creatures withdrew-
Alistair’s human form looked at the two figures-
“Alistair…” one of them rasped out with a panting slur, the other stayed silent.
“I have a deal for you…”
“I’ll take it” the first one that spoke did not hesitate- and the voice reflected a pure want to be released off the rack.
“How about you my dear?” asking the other figure who was silently watching.
“No… no deals…”
“Fine by me-“ Alistair said as he nodded for the smoky creatures to return to carve out the figure’s body.
Alistair returned to the dealer who had finally caught it’s breathe.
“What do I have to do?” Alistair waved his hand as the rank unshackled the figure to step out of the dark to reveal a human form of a beautiful woman.
“We have a situation at hand…”
“We?” the woman asked as she rubbed her wrists and raised a brow at Alistair.
“I…” Alistair said giving a slight glare but a sinister smirk nonetheless…
“Oh?”
“Yes… and I have a job for you-“
“Any reason you cant do this?”
“No- I just thought it might be fun to see someone else have fun for a chance-“
“Huh- is that right?”
“Yea- now are we done playing twenty questions? Because the rack looks awfully lonely without you, Ruby~” Alistair sang out.
Ruby who was still in her latest human form looked at Alistair- and smiled,
“Bring it on big man, what’s my job?”
Alistair smiled with dark means behind them.
“Dean Winchester must die…”
AN: I know!! I KNOW!!! I am sorry it’s so damn short! There is a reason for it though- if I dragged it on to be longer it would have been lame!
So I promise to quickly write(usually goes faster with more comments wink wink) the next part!! I PROMISE!!!! I PROMISE!!!!!