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So this is a fic I wrote over a year ago, and only just decided to post. I have no idea why.
Title: And You Play Your Game
Pairing: sorta one-sided Dean/Castiel
Rating: R?
Disclaimer: *owns nothing*
A/N: Castiel in this fic is pretty much a slut. He's the guy that Heaven would send down to seduce humans so they'll do Heaven's bidding, if they had such a guy. Be prepared to dislike him. And remember I love Castiel immensely, but this came to me while listening to Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name, and it wouldn't go away! Also, title from that song.
Castiel feels faintly odd as he approaches Dean’s motel room. He takes a moment to pin down the emotion, and is surprised when he realises it’s guilt that’s nagging at him. Dean’s gonna be hurt, when he tells him. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. Maybe it was cruel to use him.
Maybe.
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“Dean won’t do it.” Castiel says. “He doesn’t trust us.”
“He trusts you.” Zachariah tells him. “In fact, Dean does more than just trust you. But you know that, don’t you?”
Castiel looks down at his feet. Zachariah steps closer.
“You can persuade him, Castiel. He’s stubborn, yes, but we need him. And you can get him for us. Make him fall for you, Castiel. It won’t be hard; he’s halfway there already. You should see some of the thoughts he has about you.”
Castiel smiles. “You want me to sin?”
“Oh, I don’t care what you do. Dean, on the other hand, wants nothing more than for you to sin.” Zachariah smirks at him. “Just do what you have to, to get him to do what we want.”
“No problem.” Castiel says. This is the most interesting assignment he’s had in a long time.
----
“I told you, I’m not doing anything for them.” Dean says. He looks upset, which is good. The emotionally weak are much easier to manipulate. Castiel moves closer and Dean backs up against the wall.
“Then don’t.” He says gently. “Do it for me, Dean. Please?”
Dean watches him carefully and Castiel leans in slowly. At first Dean is too shocked to respond, but it doesn’t take long for his lips to start moving against Castiel’s. Dean grips Castiel’s shoulders hard and Castiel lets him, holding his hips still and kissing him until he has to pull away, gasping for breath.
“Cas,” he pants. “Fuck, Cas…”
Castiel drops to his knees and unzips Dean’s pants. Dean’s head drops back hard against the wall.
“Shit,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”
Castiel looks up at him through his lashes. “Don’t you want me, Dean? Don’t you want this?”
Dean drags Castiel back up to his feet and shoves him down onto the bed. He’s on top of him in a second, his hands all over Castiel’s body and his breath on Castiel’s lips.
“Wanted this so long, Cas. Forever. I just can’t believe… I want you so bad, been so long…”
Castiel tilts his head to the side so Dean can kiss down his neck. He pulls at the buttons on Castiel’s shirt and eventually gets it open, moving his lips down Castiel’s chest. Soon enough they’re both naked and Castiel sees how right Zachariah was about everything. This wasn’t hard at all - and Dean’s really keen for some sinful behaviour.
----
“I told you.” Zachariah smirks.
“How close are we?” Castiel asks.
“You mean, how long do you have to keep Dean Winchester interested? Not long now. But don’t you worry, Castiel. He’s got it bad for you. Just keep… doing what you’re doing.”
----
Sam doesn’t trust him. Castiel wonders if he should sleep with him too, but they don’t need Sam so there’s really no point.
But Sam suspects, and he could ruin everything with his suspicions.
“Are you sleeping with him?” Castiel listens to Sam ask Dean.
“With who?”
“Castiel.”
Dean chokes on whatever it is he’s eating. “What? Castiel - I’m not - we don’t…”
“Fuck, Dean. You need to stop. I don’t trust him.” Sam says seriously. Dean laughs weakly.
“Sam, don’t be stupid. He’s an angel for fuck’s sake, I’m not sleeping with him!”
“Yeah. Good, then.” Sam says disbelievingly. “Let’s keep it that way.”
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“I think I love you.” Dean says after about a month. He’s got his head on Castiel’s chest and he’s gazing up at him with open, adoring eyes. Castiel smiles at him softly.
“I love you too, Dean.” He tells him, and kisses him like he does, even though he doesn’t.
----
It’s so much easier for them, now that Dean has this unfailing trust in Castiel. Zachariah says ‘we want this’ and ‘we need that’ and Castiel can make sure it gets done.
“I don’t like it, Cas.” Dean never likes it. He can’t understand how the things he has to do are going to help stop Lucifer, like Castiel says they will. That’s probably because Castiel is lying to him.
“Dean, trust me. It’s for the best.”
“I don’t know, Cas. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t think I can do this… you needa find someone else. Someone better.”
The conversation goes the same every time. Castiel wraps Dean up in his arms and reassures him, comforts him with kisses. And it always ends the same: Dean gives in and does whatever Castiel tells him to, because he loves him, and he trusts him. He shouldn’t.
----
“It’s over.” Zachariah says. “Finally. And we have come out victorious, despite our obstacles. Our… bond with Dean Winchester has been invaluable. You will be rewarded, Castiel.”
Castiel smiles. Another job well done.
----
“It’s over?” Dean looks stricken. “Just like that?”
Castiel shrugs. “Yes.”
“What the fuck, Cas! It can’t be over!” Dean cries, and he’s barely holding back the tears when Sam emerges from the other room.
“Everything okay, Dean?” He asks, eying Castiel cautiously.
“It’s fine, Sam. Fuck off.” Dean says through gritted teeth, his gaze on Castiel. Sam slinks away and shuts the door, leaving them alone.
“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel says, and finds he’s finally telling the truth.
“Sorry’s bullshit! You can’t leave me, Cas!”
“I have to. The job is done here.”
“Is that all I was? A job?” Dean asks, and he doesn’t really mean it - he’s just upset - but Castiel falls silent and he can’t meet Dean’s gaze.
“Cas?” Dean demands.
Castiel’s not used to this. He didn’t expect to feel bad, for Dean’s tears and pleas to actually affect him. But he’s feeling pretty guilty right now, and he’s not sure what to do about that. Dean’s staring at him and Castiel can tell the exact moment when Dean realises.
“Oh god. I was.” Now he can’t look at Castiel, burying his face in his hands. “I was just a job, it was all a fucking lie.”
“Dean,” Castiel begins. “I-“
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” Dean cuts him off angrily. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Castiel shuts his mouth, and can’t think of anything else to say.
“Just leave.” Dean says, and Castiel can make out the faint shimmer of tears on Dean’s cheeks when he looks at him. “Please, just get the hell out, Castiel.”
Castiel has nothing more to say, especially after hearing the defeated tone in Dean’s voice. He leaves, but he doesn’t go far. He watches Dean that evening. He watches Dean pace around the motel room after he leaves, finally picking up a lamp and smashing it against the wall. Sam comes in and Dean screams at him for a while, then storms out the door and into the Impala. He sits there for a long while as the tears finally flow, breaking down because he thinks no one’s watching. Eventually, when he can stop the tears enough to see, he drives off to the nearest bar and gets so wasted he passes out on his table, lies there until Sam finds him and takes him home.
Despite everything, Castiel kind of wants to stay, keep watching Dean forever. But he wasn’t lying when he said the job was done, and they were moving on. Love might have meant something to him in another life, and he might even have found it with Dean. But that’s not his life, and nothing - not even love - can stop Castiel from playing his part in the coming war, from helping heaven to win.
Title: And You Play Your Game
Pairing: sorta one-sided Dean/Castiel
Rating: R?
Disclaimer: *owns nothing*
A/N: Castiel in this fic is pretty much a slut. He's the guy that Heaven would send down to seduce humans so they'll do Heaven's bidding, if they had such a guy. Be prepared to dislike him. And remember I love Castiel immensely, but this came to me while listening to Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name, and it wouldn't go away! Also, title from that song.
Castiel feels faintly odd as he approaches Dean’s motel room. He takes a moment to pin down the emotion, and is surprised when he realises it’s guilt that’s nagging at him. Dean’s gonna be hurt, when he tells him. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. Maybe it was cruel to use him.
Maybe.
----
“Dean won’t do it.” Castiel says. “He doesn’t trust us.”
“He trusts you.” Zachariah tells him. “In fact, Dean does more than just trust you. But you know that, don’t you?”
Castiel looks down at his feet. Zachariah steps closer.
“You can persuade him, Castiel. He’s stubborn, yes, but we need him. And you can get him for us. Make him fall for you, Castiel. It won’t be hard; he’s halfway there already. You should see some of the thoughts he has about you.”
Castiel smiles. “You want me to sin?”
“Oh, I don’t care what you do. Dean, on the other hand, wants nothing more than for you to sin.” Zachariah smirks at him. “Just do what you have to, to get him to do what we want.”
“No problem.” Castiel says. This is the most interesting assignment he’s had in a long time.
----
“I told you, I’m not doing anything for them.” Dean says. He looks upset, which is good. The emotionally weak are much easier to manipulate. Castiel moves closer and Dean backs up against the wall.
“Then don’t.” He says gently. “Do it for me, Dean. Please?”
Dean watches him carefully and Castiel leans in slowly. At first Dean is too shocked to respond, but it doesn’t take long for his lips to start moving against Castiel’s. Dean grips Castiel’s shoulders hard and Castiel lets him, holding his hips still and kissing him until he has to pull away, gasping for breath.
“Cas,” he pants. “Fuck, Cas…”
Castiel drops to his knees and unzips Dean’s pants. Dean’s head drops back hard against the wall.
“Shit,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”
Castiel looks up at him through his lashes. “Don’t you want me, Dean? Don’t you want this?”
Dean drags Castiel back up to his feet and shoves him down onto the bed. He’s on top of him in a second, his hands all over Castiel’s body and his breath on Castiel’s lips.
“Wanted this so long, Cas. Forever. I just can’t believe… I want you so bad, been so long…”
Castiel tilts his head to the side so Dean can kiss down his neck. He pulls at the buttons on Castiel’s shirt and eventually gets it open, moving his lips down Castiel’s chest. Soon enough they’re both naked and Castiel sees how right Zachariah was about everything. This wasn’t hard at all - and Dean’s really keen for some sinful behaviour.
----
“I told you.” Zachariah smirks.
“How close are we?” Castiel asks.
“You mean, how long do you have to keep Dean Winchester interested? Not long now. But don’t you worry, Castiel. He’s got it bad for you. Just keep… doing what you’re doing.”
----
Sam doesn’t trust him. Castiel wonders if he should sleep with him too, but they don’t need Sam so there’s really no point.
But Sam suspects, and he could ruin everything with his suspicions.
“Are you sleeping with him?” Castiel listens to Sam ask Dean.
“With who?”
“Castiel.”
Dean chokes on whatever it is he’s eating. “What? Castiel - I’m not - we don’t…”
“Fuck, Dean. You need to stop. I don’t trust him.” Sam says seriously. Dean laughs weakly.
“Sam, don’t be stupid. He’s an angel for fuck’s sake, I’m not sleeping with him!”
“Yeah. Good, then.” Sam says disbelievingly. “Let’s keep it that way.”
----
“I think I love you.” Dean says after about a month. He’s got his head on Castiel’s chest and he’s gazing up at him with open, adoring eyes. Castiel smiles at him softly.
“I love you too, Dean.” He tells him, and kisses him like he does, even though he doesn’t.
----
It’s so much easier for them, now that Dean has this unfailing trust in Castiel. Zachariah says ‘we want this’ and ‘we need that’ and Castiel can make sure it gets done.
“I don’t like it, Cas.” Dean never likes it. He can’t understand how the things he has to do are going to help stop Lucifer, like Castiel says they will. That’s probably because Castiel is lying to him.
“Dean, trust me. It’s for the best.”
“I don’t know, Cas. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t think I can do this… you needa find someone else. Someone better.”
The conversation goes the same every time. Castiel wraps Dean up in his arms and reassures him, comforts him with kisses. And it always ends the same: Dean gives in and does whatever Castiel tells him to, because he loves him, and he trusts him. He shouldn’t.
----
“It’s over.” Zachariah says. “Finally. And we have come out victorious, despite our obstacles. Our… bond with Dean Winchester has been invaluable. You will be rewarded, Castiel.”
Castiel smiles. Another job well done.
----
“It’s over?” Dean looks stricken. “Just like that?”
Castiel shrugs. “Yes.”
“What the fuck, Cas! It can’t be over!” Dean cries, and he’s barely holding back the tears when Sam emerges from the other room.
“Everything okay, Dean?” He asks, eying Castiel cautiously.
“It’s fine, Sam. Fuck off.” Dean says through gritted teeth, his gaze on Castiel. Sam slinks away and shuts the door, leaving them alone.
“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel says, and finds he’s finally telling the truth.
“Sorry’s bullshit! You can’t leave me, Cas!”
“I have to. The job is done here.”
“Is that all I was? A job?” Dean asks, and he doesn’t really mean it - he’s just upset - but Castiel falls silent and he can’t meet Dean’s gaze.
“Cas?” Dean demands.
Castiel’s not used to this. He didn’t expect to feel bad, for Dean’s tears and pleas to actually affect him. But he’s feeling pretty guilty right now, and he’s not sure what to do about that. Dean’s staring at him and Castiel can tell the exact moment when Dean realises.
“Oh god. I was.” Now he can’t look at Castiel, burying his face in his hands. “I was just a job, it was all a fucking lie.”
“Dean,” Castiel begins. “I-“
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” Dean cuts him off angrily. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Castiel shuts his mouth, and can’t think of anything else to say.
“Just leave.” Dean says, and Castiel can make out the faint shimmer of tears on Dean’s cheeks when he looks at him. “Please, just get the hell out, Castiel.”
Castiel has nothing more to say, especially after hearing the defeated tone in Dean’s voice. He leaves, but he doesn’t go far. He watches Dean that evening. He watches Dean pace around the motel room after he leaves, finally picking up a lamp and smashing it against the wall. Sam comes in and Dean screams at him for a while, then storms out the door and into the Impala. He sits there for a long while as the tears finally flow, breaking down because he thinks no one’s watching. Eventually, when he can stop the tears enough to see, he drives off to the nearest bar and gets so wasted he passes out on his table, lies there until Sam finds him and takes him home.
Despite everything, Castiel kind of wants to stay, keep watching Dean forever. But he wasn’t lying when he said the job was done, and they were moving on. Love might have meant something to him in another life, and he might even have found it with Dean. But that’s not his life, and nothing - not even love - can stop Castiel from playing his part in the coming war, from helping heaven to win.