CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // SPN & OTHER CHARACTER Prompts Post // February 1-14
This post is for ANY AND ALL SPN & OTHER CHARACTER PROMPTS. Characters from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one Supernatural character. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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Castiel spent most of his time sleeping lately. When his master wasn't showing him off at fancy parties or parading him along the street like a prize turkey, he didn't have very much to do. He didn't like being owned; he never had. But he was bred for this. His parents were egg-mated and bred when they were young; his beautiful glossy black wings were a product of years and generations of specially selected genetic leads.
Sometimes he read, if he felt like it. He hadn't been born able to read, of course, and he hadn't been taught. But his master had libraries of books in his chambers and it wasn't like he had someone watching Castiel to prevent him from enriching what little brain the humans thought he had. He'd read simple books at first, then more and more. Eventually he hadn't bothered to hide the fact that he could read.
He'd stopped trying to escape a few years ago. Since then he'd been reading and sleeping. He was allowed to eat when he wanted now, because he'd gained his master's trust. Today found him dozing on the settee, one arm dangling down, fingertips brushing the rich, thick white carpet.
Castiel was awakened by the door slamming open and the frantic sounds of wing-beats and the smell of ripe bearer in the air. His eyes blinked open and he was up, interested, but frowned when he saw what was happening: in the hallway, his master was dragging a beautiful young man, wings flapping half-out of their bindings and tears running down his cheeks.
"Please! Please let me go!" the young man was begging, slipping and sliding on the marble floor. Castiel stood, turning his head to look, wings wide and fluffing, plumping up, reacting to the presence of a bearer. An unmated bearer. This one was young, tempting, open and so, so very frightened.
He felt at once sick and aroused; Castiel swallowed as the younger bearer looked at him and froze. With a small whimper, he was finally dragged into the room by their master.
"Castiel," he said to the trembling fledge, "this is Castiel. He'll be your mate. Take him, before he manages to get away. Look at him. He's prime for breeding, this one, he'll bring in good money for his children."
Silent, tear-filled eyes pleaded with Castiel not to do this. Not to betray the ultimate innocence. In the wild, fledges wouldn't dream of rape or sex without true consent. Once mated, fledges paired for life and would have no other. Castiel didn't want to, but he knew that his master had a host of drugs at his disposal and ways to make them crazy until they mated and became one. Trying to hide his heavy heart, he padded across the room and cupped the fledge's cheek. Pretending as though his master wasn't even there, he spoke to the other boy in the language that all fledges spoke when they were born.
"My name is Castiel. Please do not be afraid. I do not want to harm you. But we have no choice in this..." he soothed, in a noise that would sound like chirruping and singing to his master's human ears.
"I'm Sam...
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Thanks for the fill!
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Castiel seems classy. Bittersweet, at least he can teach and share the books with Sam.
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