Family Home and Safety
Alright everyone here is chapter 2
Title: Family Home and Safety Ch. 2
Author: Queen Amunet
Characters/Parings: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Allister, Azazel, and Lilith
Rating: G to PG for this chapter
Word Count: 1,266 for this chapter 1,705 for the whole story
Disclaimer: Nothings 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, Alastair, and Azazel are your fine, Dom/sub relations in later chapters, abuse in later chapters and other things as I think of them
A/N: Don't expect me to be getting chapters out every day. This was like a one time thing.
Ch. 1 back that way <-
“Gabriel, I didn’t call you here as the Martin brothers, I called you here as Custodis Pax.”
FHS
Gabriel and Castiel reacted instantly to the name. Gabriel jerked up straight as though an iron rod had been shoved up his back. He turned so he was facing the bar but didn’t lean onto it again. His eyes changed from amber to molten gold.
Castiel’s reaction was more subtle. His head dropped down a fraction of an inch; one wouldn’t see it unless they were looking for it. His eyes changed color as well, becoming the color of the sea during a storm, a dark grey blue.
“What is the problem?” the dark haired man asked.
“Two Dom’s brought in their Subs tonight, and I’m afraid the subs won’t make it if things keep going the way they are.” The British man said as he walked out from behind the bar and towards a door on the side wall that said ‘Private’.
The brothers followed him. “Why don’t you just break it up if you’re so concerned? You’ve never had need for the CP before.” Gabriel questioned. After all Balthazar wasn’t known for putting up with anything.
“It’s Alastair and Azazel.” he said as he pulled out a key from his pocket.
Alastair and Azazel. Two of the best known Doms in the city, if you liked torture, abuse, humiliation, and slavery. If Gabriel and Castiel were one side of a coin, Alastair and Azazel were the other. No one knew anything about Alastair and Azazel; where they came from, who they really were, or if they really were brothers.
Castiel’s hands tighten into fists, but Gabriel just out right growled. The door was ripped off its hinges and thrown into the room, taking down two people before it slammed into the opposite wall.
“Oh, well that works I suppose.” Balthazar said as he put the key back in his pocket. Everyone that was able turned to look at the door. Gabriel was over by the two bodies on the wall with a flutter of wings, reaching out to the one closest to him. The young man didn’t look any older than 21 or 22. His shoulder length brown hair was filthy and he didn’t look like he had had a bath in a while. He looked like he hadn’t eaten anything in just as long; the poor boy was just skin and bones, and the blond next to him didn’t look any better.
“You know you are not allowed to touch a slave without the master’s permission. Even you have to follow the rules angel.” The owner of the voice sneered the last word, like it was an insult. Gabriel didn’t stop nor did he turn around to look at who was speaking. He could feel the yellow eyes tracking his movements.
“The CP can do as it wishes if it is assessing the condition of a Dom or sub. That is what I am doing, daemon. So be silent!” Gabriel never raised his voice, but the last sentence caused the walls to shudder and shake in response to his anger.
The amber eyed man quickly checked the pulses on both of the men, sighing in relief upon finding that they were still alive. Reaching up and up the gag was removed from the brown haired man, and he hissed in sympathy at the red lines that had been cut into his face. Gabriel stepped around to the other one and removed the gag as well. Again the gag had been fastened too tight and had cut into his face, but there was something else as well. Amber eyes took in the bruises on the hinge of the young man’s jaw. Gabriel reached up and gently cupped the jaw in his hand, before he fit his fingers against the bruises, right where someone would grab and squeeze if they were trying to force someone’s mouth open. His fingers twitched in anger once before Gabriel carefully removed them. He lightly ran the backs of his fingers down the man’s neck before he stepped away.
“Balthazar.” The other man hummed to show he was listening but never took his eyes off the people in the room. “Take these boys to your office and patch them up so they are well enough to travel.” Gabriel went to stand by Castiel again, this time walking through the mass of people, forcing them to move out of his way. Balthazar gently placed a hand on each man before they vanished with the sound of wing beats.
The door flew back into place on the wall, taking out another two on the way back. A scratching-scraping sound was heard as plaster fell from the ceiling. Azazel and the white eyed man and woman next to him looked up. A pentagram inside of a circle covered the ceiling. The three looked back at the two men by the door and snarled.
“Azazel, Lilith, Alastair. Get comfortable, ‘cause you’re not leaving any time soon.” The angry gold eyes never moved from the three of them, even when black smoke started to billow up from the mouths of everyone else in the room.
“Now, what did you do to those boys?” Castiel finally spoke as he walked closer. And again the walls shuddered.
FHS
Balthazar leaned against the desk in his office silently, watching the two boys that were stretched out on his carpet. They were starting to come around, and he really hoped Castiel and Gabriel would finish up soon; he didn’t want to have put the boys back under again.
The door to his office opened to reveal the Martin brothers, energy flowed off both of them in waves. Balthazar stood up from his desk and placed himself between the boys on his floor and the two by the door.
“Balthazar,” the taller man growled. Amber eyes just narrowed in anger and suspicion.
“You both need to calm down before you go anywhere near those boys. You’re throwing off too much power.” The amber eyed man looked confused for a second before he understood what was being said. The amount of power he was putting out reduced greatly, and then he turned to face his brother.
“Cas. These boys have had who knows what done to them by daemons. They will, most likely, react poorly when a large amount of power is pressed against them. Even if they are asleep.” The blue eyed man nodded his understanding, and again the power level in the room dropped.
Gabriel knelt by the taller of the two boys laying on Balthazar's carpet, softly stroking his face as Balthazar relaxed finally and leaned back against his desk.
“What are you going to do with them?” he questioned quietly.
“Take them home with us, sort out how much damage was done, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Then try to fix it.” Gabriel said in a soft voice, almost as though he was afraid to wake the young men.
Castiel loomed over the shorter man laying before him, his eyes searching the young but strong face. A strong jaw and chiseled cheek bones; the man had a beautiful face. Unfortunately for Castiel, in his line of work beautiful on the outside usually meant broken on the inside.
FHS
A/N: Before I say anything else I want to thank the wonderful vyxenskye who beta this chapter for me. Ok that chapter’s done. Thanks for all of your reviews. They were wonderful. I’ll see you all after the next chapter.
P.S. Don’t expect me to get the chapters out this fast again.
ch. 3 ->
Title: Family Home and Safety Ch. 2
Author: Queen Amunet
Characters/Parings: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Allister, Azazel, and Lilith
Rating: G to PG for this chapter
Word Count: 1,266 for this chapter 1,705 for the whole story
Disclaimer: Nothings 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, Alastair, and Azazel are your fine, Dom/sub relations in later chapters, abuse in later chapters and other things as I think of them
A/N: Don't expect me to be getting chapters out every day. This was like a one time thing.
Ch. 1 back that way <-
“Gabriel, I didn’t call you here as the Martin brothers, I called you here as Custodis Pax.”
FHS
Gabriel and Castiel reacted instantly to the name. Gabriel jerked up straight as though an iron rod had been shoved up his back. He turned so he was facing the bar but didn’t lean onto it again. His eyes changed from amber to molten gold.
Castiel’s reaction was more subtle. His head dropped down a fraction of an inch; one wouldn’t see it unless they were looking for it. His eyes changed color as well, becoming the color of the sea during a storm, a dark grey blue.
“What is the problem?” the dark haired man asked.
“Two Dom’s brought in their Subs tonight, and I’m afraid the subs won’t make it if things keep going the way they are.” The British man said as he walked out from behind the bar and towards a door on the side wall that said ‘Private’.
The brothers followed him. “Why don’t you just break it up if you’re so concerned? You’ve never had need for the CP before.” Gabriel questioned. After all Balthazar wasn’t known for putting up with anything.
“It’s Alastair and Azazel.” he said as he pulled out a key from his pocket.
Alastair and Azazel. Two of the best known Doms in the city, if you liked torture, abuse, humiliation, and slavery. If Gabriel and Castiel were one side of a coin, Alastair and Azazel were the other. No one knew anything about Alastair and Azazel; where they came from, who they really were, or if they really were brothers.
Castiel’s hands tighten into fists, but Gabriel just out right growled. The door was ripped off its hinges and thrown into the room, taking down two people before it slammed into the opposite wall.
“Oh, well that works I suppose.” Balthazar said as he put the key back in his pocket. Everyone that was able turned to look at the door. Gabriel was over by the two bodies on the wall with a flutter of wings, reaching out to the one closest to him. The young man didn’t look any older than 21 or 22. His shoulder length brown hair was filthy and he didn’t look like he had had a bath in a while. He looked like he hadn’t eaten anything in just as long; the poor boy was just skin and bones, and the blond next to him didn’t look any better.
“You know you are not allowed to touch a slave without the master’s permission. Even you have to follow the rules angel.” The owner of the voice sneered the last word, like it was an insult. Gabriel didn’t stop nor did he turn around to look at who was speaking. He could feel the yellow eyes tracking his movements.
“The CP can do as it wishes if it is assessing the condition of a Dom or sub. That is what I am doing, daemon. So be silent!” Gabriel never raised his voice, but the last sentence caused the walls to shudder and shake in response to his anger.
The amber eyed man quickly checked the pulses on both of the men, sighing in relief upon finding that they were still alive. Reaching up and up the gag was removed from the brown haired man, and he hissed in sympathy at the red lines that had been cut into his face. Gabriel stepped around to the other one and removed the gag as well. Again the gag had been fastened too tight and had cut into his face, but there was something else as well. Amber eyes took in the bruises on the hinge of the young man’s jaw. Gabriel reached up and gently cupped the jaw in his hand, before he fit his fingers against the bruises, right where someone would grab and squeeze if they were trying to force someone’s mouth open. His fingers twitched in anger once before Gabriel carefully removed them. He lightly ran the backs of his fingers down the man’s neck before he stepped away.
“Balthazar.” The other man hummed to show he was listening but never took his eyes off the people in the room. “Take these boys to your office and patch them up so they are well enough to travel.” Gabriel went to stand by Castiel again, this time walking through the mass of people, forcing them to move out of his way. Balthazar gently placed a hand on each man before they vanished with the sound of wing beats.
The door flew back into place on the wall, taking out another two on the way back. A scratching-scraping sound was heard as plaster fell from the ceiling. Azazel and the white eyed man and woman next to him looked up. A pentagram inside of a circle covered the ceiling. The three looked back at the two men by the door and snarled.
“Azazel, Lilith, Alastair. Get comfortable, ‘cause you’re not leaving any time soon.” The angry gold eyes never moved from the three of them, even when black smoke started to billow up from the mouths of everyone else in the room.
“Now, what did you do to those boys?” Castiel finally spoke as he walked closer. And again the walls shuddered.
FHS
Balthazar leaned against the desk in his office silently, watching the two boys that were stretched out on his carpet. They were starting to come around, and he really hoped Castiel and Gabriel would finish up soon; he didn’t want to have put the boys back under again.
The door to his office opened to reveal the Martin brothers, energy flowed off both of them in waves. Balthazar stood up from his desk and placed himself between the boys on his floor and the two by the door.
“Balthazar,” the taller man growled. Amber eyes just narrowed in anger and suspicion.
“You both need to calm down before you go anywhere near those boys. You’re throwing off too much power.” The amber eyed man looked confused for a second before he understood what was being said. The amount of power he was putting out reduced greatly, and then he turned to face his brother.
“Cas. These boys have had who knows what done to them by daemons. They will, most likely, react poorly when a large amount of power is pressed against them. Even if they are asleep.” The blue eyed man nodded his understanding, and again the power level in the room dropped.
Gabriel knelt by the taller of the two boys laying on Balthazar's carpet, softly stroking his face as Balthazar relaxed finally and leaned back against his desk.
“What are you going to do with them?” he questioned quietly.
“Take them home with us, sort out how much damage was done, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Then try to fix it.” Gabriel said in a soft voice, almost as though he was afraid to wake the young men.
Castiel loomed over the shorter man laying before him, his eyes searching the young but strong face. A strong jaw and chiseled cheek bones; the man had a beautiful face. Unfortunately for Castiel, in his line of work beautiful on the outside usually meant broken on the inside.
FHS
A/N: Before I say anything else I want to thank the wonderful vyxenskye who beta this chapter for me. Ok that chapter’s done. Thanks for all of your reviews. They were wonderful. I’ll see you all after the next chapter.
P.S. Don’t expect me to get the chapters out this fast again.
ch. 3 ->