His
Title: His
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: R
Spoilers: through to 4.01 (Lazarus Rising)
Warnings: possessive!Cas, marking, AU-ish
Word Count: 841
Note: Written for sarkywoman in response to the Five Acts Meme. Prompt: possessiveness. My meme post can be found here.
Excerpt: From the moment Castiel had touched the soul he was sent to save from Perdition he had known. This one was to be his.
From the moment Castiel had touched the soul he was sent to save from Perdition he had known.
This one was to be his.
His soul, his human, his mate. Everything about it called out to Castiel on a deep, instinctive level he had never known before. The way the soul clung to him, readily letting him wrap it in his Grace so he could pull them free from the Pit, merely fueled his sudden need to make him his mate. He had no intention of denying himself that desire, not when it had taken him so long to find this soul whom he had been sent to raise. It was clear that his Father had intended this one for him, why else would he have been the one to find him when his entire garrison had been sent into Hell?
The ease with which he was able to cradle the trembling soul within himself and trace its feeble connection back to where his Earthly body was buried was merely more proof for Castiel. This soul, Dean Winchester, was his reward for his faithful service to his Father. It was that faith which had led him unquestioningly down into Perdition and which now accepted his Father's decision to recognize his efforts. With those thoughts, he started on his next task, of healing and restoring his mate's vessel back to its original state. Or rather that was what he'd intended, but when the first of the scars started to appear, he found that he could not stand the sight of them. Of such unnecessary blemishes on his reward, so he got rid of them.
Once the body was ready, Castiel reached within his Grace to remove the soul and return it to its rightful vessel. His mate struggled, not wanting to leave him and he soothed it, running possessive hands over the trembling soul. So beautiful and yet so wounded, he would need to thread carefully not to frighten him off and make the transition from free human to angelic mate any more difficult then he already knew it to be. Humans were such flighty creatures, often having difficulty understanding precisely what it meant to be owned by an angel. But he would show his mate, make him understand and adjust to his new life.
Finally, knowing he had already taken more time than advisable, Castiel returned the soul to its body, gently pushing him under into a deep sleep so he could observe his mate as he would be for the immediate future. The vessel was surprisingly beautiful as well now that it was alive once more and he marveled at his Father's work. This human was meant to be seen and admired, or perhaps it was that such a stunning and unique soul couldn't help but possess a gorgeous body. Either way, he was looking forward to taking his mate just as soon as Dean had come to understand his new role.
Unable to help himself, Castiel reached out with his Grace and touched his mate's face. The soul vibrated within its body, responding to his touch and reaching out for him. He smiled, the word 'mine' echoing through his head, knowing that his mate's soul, at least, already knew him for what he was, he would just need to help his mind catch up. Although he knew that the faster he left to go find his own vessel, the faster he would be able to have his mate, he was reluctant to go. While he knew his mate's soul would remember him, he knew the transition from physical death to life could be deleterious to the mind and he didn't like the fact that he might not be consciously remembered.
His gaze drifted to his mate's body as an idea occurred to him. Castiel considered it for a moment, letting his mate's soul dance along the connection between them. While he had not liked the scars, as physical reminders of those who had dared harm what was his, the idea of staking his claim visibly upon his mate appealed to him. But it would have to be in a manner that his human would understand, something which he could later prove irrevocably to be his. Reaching out along the connection to his most suited vessel, he acquired the necessary information before reaching out to touch his mate's shoulder, searing heat along the connection and fusing his Grace into it.
There, not only would it be a physical manifestation of his claim, but it would also allow Castiel to monitor his mate and ensure that he could always find him instantly when needed. Looking at his mark was enough to make him want to have his mate right then and there, but he pushed the desire aside, clothing his human with a thought. Soon, he promised himself, just as soon as he was able to ensure their privacy in more comfortable surroundings so he could take his mate properly and in a way Dean would never be able to forget.
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: R
Spoilers: through to 4.01 (Lazarus Rising)
Warnings: possessive!Cas, marking, AU-ish
Word Count: 841
Note: Written for sarkywoman in response to the Five Acts Meme. Prompt: possessiveness. My meme post can be found here.
Excerpt: From the moment Castiel had touched the soul he was sent to save from Perdition he had known. This one was to be his.
From the moment Castiel had touched the soul he was sent to save from Perdition he had known.
This one was to be his.
His soul, his human, his mate. Everything about it called out to Castiel on a deep, instinctive level he had never known before. The way the soul clung to him, readily letting him wrap it in his Grace so he could pull them free from the Pit, merely fueled his sudden need to make him his mate. He had no intention of denying himself that desire, not when it had taken him so long to find this soul whom he had been sent to raise. It was clear that his Father had intended this one for him, why else would he have been the one to find him when his entire garrison had been sent into Hell?
The ease with which he was able to cradle the trembling soul within himself and trace its feeble connection back to where his Earthly body was buried was merely more proof for Castiel. This soul, Dean Winchester, was his reward for his faithful service to his Father. It was that faith which had led him unquestioningly down into Perdition and which now accepted his Father's decision to recognize his efforts. With those thoughts, he started on his next task, of healing and restoring his mate's vessel back to its original state. Or rather that was what he'd intended, but when the first of the scars started to appear, he found that he could not stand the sight of them. Of such unnecessary blemishes on his reward, so he got rid of them.
Once the body was ready, Castiel reached within his Grace to remove the soul and return it to its rightful vessel. His mate struggled, not wanting to leave him and he soothed it, running possessive hands over the trembling soul. So beautiful and yet so wounded, he would need to thread carefully not to frighten him off and make the transition from free human to angelic mate any more difficult then he already knew it to be. Humans were such flighty creatures, often having difficulty understanding precisely what it meant to be owned by an angel. But he would show his mate, make him understand and adjust to his new life.
Finally, knowing he had already taken more time than advisable, Castiel returned the soul to its body, gently pushing him under into a deep sleep so he could observe his mate as he would be for the immediate future. The vessel was surprisingly beautiful as well now that it was alive once more and he marveled at his Father's work. This human was meant to be seen and admired, or perhaps it was that such a stunning and unique soul couldn't help but possess a gorgeous body. Either way, he was looking forward to taking his mate just as soon as Dean had come to understand his new role.
Unable to help himself, Castiel reached out with his Grace and touched his mate's face. The soul vibrated within its body, responding to his touch and reaching out for him. He smiled, the word 'mine' echoing through his head, knowing that his mate's soul, at least, already knew him for what he was, he would just need to help his mind catch up. Although he knew that the faster he left to go find his own vessel, the faster he would be able to have his mate, he was reluctant to go. While he knew his mate's soul would remember him, he knew the transition from physical death to life could be deleterious to the mind and he didn't like the fact that he might not be consciously remembered.
His gaze drifted to his mate's body as an idea occurred to him. Castiel considered it for a moment, letting his mate's soul dance along the connection between them. While he had not liked the scars, as physical reminders of those who had dared harm what was his, the idea of staking his claim visibly upon his mate appealed to him. But it would have to be in a manner that his human would understand, something which he could later prove irrevocably to be his. Reaching out along the connection to his most suited vessel, he acquired the necessary information before reaching out to touch his mate's shoulder, searing heat along the connection and fusing his Grace into it.
There, not only would it be a physical manifestation of his claim, but it would also allow Castiel to monitor his mate and ensure that he could always find him instantly when needed. Looking at his mark was enough to make him want to have his mate right then and there, but he pushed the desire aside, clothing his human with a thought. Soon, he promised himself, just as soon as he was able to ensure their privacy in more comfortable surroundings so he could take his mate properly and in a way Dean would never be able to forget.