Family Home and Safety
So first post. First supernatural story. First story.
Let's see how this goes.
Title: Family Home and Safety Ch. 1
Author: Queen Amunet
Characters/Parings: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar
Rating: G for this chapter
Word Count:439
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I wish it did but it doesn't. I'll put them back when I'm done. Promise
Warnings/Spoilers: AU, Some characters may be out of character,as long as you know who Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Allister, and Azazel are your fine Dom/sub relations in later chapters, abuse in later chapters and other things as I think of them
Un-Beta-ed all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
A/N: the next chapter should be longer but I just wanted to get this out. Also don't expect the next chapter to be as good.
Ch. 1
FHS
The door to the bar opened without a noise. Piercing blue eyes swept the room once before the dark haired man strode over to the bar. His brown trench coat opened as he walked, revealing a white shirt held closed with a blue tie that matched his eyes. A black blazer, black dress pants and dress shoes completed the office look.
He singled the bartender. The man behind the counter nodded, and vanished into the back room. The blue eyed man didn’t lean against the bar nor did he take a seat. He turned back to face the room, looking over it again with narrowed eyes.
“It’s too empty for this time of night,” said a voice next to him. The voice was soft with an underlying playful and mischievous tone to it. But musical like wind chimes in a breeze. “I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I brother.” The blue eyed man’s voice was deep and gravelly. It sounded like a roll of thunder mixed with the sound of waves pounding the rocks in a storm. It was the type of voice one would not want directed at them in anger but would love to have caressing them during an act of passion. He turned to look at his brother.
The man next to him was different in almost every way. The first thing one would notice and that is the most obvious was the height difference. Almost five inches between the two of them. He had amber eyes instead of blue. Brown hair instead of black. His stance was more relaxed and open. He leaned against the bar instead of imitating a wall like his brother was. His cloths were different as well. A burgundy button up shirt was covered by a soft greenish-brown jacket. Dark stone washed jeans and tennis shoes finished the look that the shorter man spent the day avoiding the office, unlike his brother. But his eyes scanned the room as well.
“Ah, good your both here.” A male voice with a light British accent said from behind them.
“Balthazar,” The blue eyed man said and turned around. “Why have you called us here?”
“Because Castiel, I need your help.” Balthazar replied, his accent becoming slightly thicker as concern laced his voice.
“What’s the problem Bal. And don’t say that you’re out of liquor, or some other pitiful excuse. We have a meeting we need to be in right now.” The shorter man said as he turned his head to face the man behind the bar.
"Gabriel, I didn't call you here as the Martin brothers, I called you here as Custodis Pax."
FHS
A/N: So that's the start. Tell me what you think but be gentle please. *runs and hides behind couch*
For Ch. 2 go that way ->
Let's see how this goes.
Title: Family Home and Safety Ch. 1
Author: Queen Amunet
Characters/Parings: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar
Rating: G for this chapter
Word Count:439
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I wish it did but it doesn't. I'll put them back when I'm done. Promise
Warnings/Spoilers: AU, Some characters may be out of character,as long as you know who Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Allister, and Azazel are your fine Dom/sub relations in later chapters, abuse in later chapters and other things as I think of them
Un-Beta-ed all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
A/N: the next chapter should be longer but I just wanted to get this out. Also don't expect the next chapter to be as good.
Ch. 1
FHS
The door to the bar opened without a noise. Piercing blue eyes swept the room once before the dark haired man strode over to the bar. His brown trench coat opened as he walked, revealing a white shirt held closed with a blue tie that matched his eyes. A black blazer, black dress pants and dress shoes completed the office look.
He singled the bartender. The man behind the counter nodded, and vanished into the back room. The blue eyed man didn’t lean against the bar nor did he take a seat. He turned back to face the room, looking over it again with narrowed eyes.
“It’s too empty for this time of night,” said a voice next to him. The voice was soft with an underlying playful and mischievous tone to it. But musical like wind chimes in a breeze. “I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I brother.” The blue eyed man’s voice was deep and gravelly. It sounded like a roll of thunder mixed with the sound of waves pounding the rocks in a storm. It was the type of voice one would not want directed at them in anger but would love to have caressing them during an act of passion. He turned to look at his brother.
The man next to him was different in almost every way. The first thing one would notice and that is the most obvious was the height difference. Almost five inches between the two of them. He had amber eyes instead of blue. Brown hair instead of black. His stance was more relaxed and open. He leaned against the bar instead of imitating a wall like his brother was. His cloths were different as well. A burgundy button up shirt was covered by a soft greenish-brown jacket. Dark stone washed jeans and tennis shoes finished the look that the shorter man spent the day avoiding the office, unlike his brother. But his eyes scanned the room as well.
“Ah, good your both here.” A male voice with a light British accent said from behind them.
“Balthazar,” The blue eyed man said and turned around. “Why have you called us here?”
“Because Castiel, I need your help.” Balthazar replied, his accent becoming slightly thicker as concern laced his voice.
“What’s the problem Bal. And don’t say that you’re out of liquor, or some other pitiful excuse. We have a meeting we need to be in right now.” The shorter man said as he turned his head to face the man behind the bar.
"Gabriel, I didn't call you here as the Martin brothers, I called you here as Custodis Pax."
FHS
A/N: So that's the start. Tell me what you think but be gentle please. *runs and hides behind couch*
For Ch. 2 go that way ->