Fic: Name (Castiel/Dean, Lucifer)
I don't know how I forgot that spn_blindfold is a friends-locked comm. *facepalm* So I'm posting this fill here so that people who might want to see dog rape actually can.
From this prompt:
I want an AU where the angels are instead skinwalkers or werewolves.
Dean is a hunter lost and/or injured in the woods. Castiel is a skinwalker/werewolf who spends most of his time in dog/wolf form. He finds Dean and wants to help him, but Cas's older brother (any canon angel, someone else can pick) is a bad guy who rules Cas with an iron fist and Cas does whatever he tells him to.
The bad guy takes Dean home and decides to keep him for his amusement. He hates the hunters who hurt his kind, so he wants to punish Dean. He makes Cas "breed" Dean. Dean is kept tied down when it happens and maybe begs the bad guy to call off Cas. Dean doesn't know that Cas is a sentient being, so he thinks he's getting fucked by a real dog/wolf and is horrified.
This goes on for a while, and Cas is really uneasy at the situation but can't bear to disobey his brother. Eventually, he decides it can't go on anymore. He appears in human form to rescue Dean. Dean doesn't know that Cas is the dog/wolf.
It's Castiel/Dean, Lucifer/Castiel. Warnings! Bestiality and non-con. NC-17. About ~4600 words.
**
For a long time it had been just Castiel and Lucifer. Long since cast from their pack for Lucifer's reckless ways, his unending hatred for mankind. He would kill them with abandon. Turn without council from the pack any he thought useful. Not worthy, no human could be worthy, but they could change that after Lucifer had turned them.
Castiel had been useful. When Lucifer had first gotten hold of him, bitten into the soft skin of his neck and proved to him that God wasn't watching. God was never in the greater scheme of Castiel's life. Lucifer was and Lucifer turn him into something sleek and powerful. Something with greater purpose. Castiel had been willing to do whatever Lucifer asked of him, blindly obedient and deeply grateful. Lucifer had saved his life and Castiel was in debt. Though...he questioned sometimes, deep in the recesses of his mind, whether Lucifer deserved Castiel's love. Castiel had proved himself worthy and Lucifer did little in return.
He brought hunters down on the pack with indiscriminate killing. Caused a massacre of their family. And when Michael stood before Lucifer and told him to go, Lucifer had looked to Castiel to defend him and Castiel had. He'd cowered before Lucifer and spoke for him, spoke of the sins and disgust of humans. Certainly Castiel had been a sinful disgusting human once, living in greed and gluttony. So he'd been chased out with Lucifer, their brothers sharp teeth biting at their heels and tails.
Castiel had glanced back mournfully and Lucifer bit at his throat until Castiel yelped and rolled over, paws in the air, belly exposed. He licked all around Lucifer's muzzle for forgiveness.
“You don't need them, little brother. I'm all you need. I made you, I'll keep you.”
Lucifer did. He took them to a small mountain town and found them a safe den. Fresh water, good game. Castiel thought Lucifer might settle down here, away from the city, the temptation of Men. For a while that seemed to be the case. They ran as wolves through the trees, feeling the earth beneath their paws, scenting the air. Hunting, playing, mating.
Until men entered their forest. Deer hunters. Lucifer slaughtered them, stole their clothes, and began turning to human form to venture into the town. Castiel tried to follow him once, to reason with him. “You'll bring them here again!” Lucifer beat him down and Castiel was left alone to heal in their den for a week before he returned.
Castiel didn't turn anymore. He stayed in the form of a black wolf, stalking through his forest - Lucifer's forest - and doing his best. Being whatever Lucifer would like him to be and Lucifer seemed to enjoy him this way. If Lucifer realized that Castiel had been using his wolf form to frighten away humans before Lucifer could hurt them he didn't say anything.
But now Castiel scented another human on the wind. A man. Injured, Castiel could smell the blood, parting his jaws to take that taste into his mouth. It excited him, made him think of the kill, the chase. Castiel loved the chase and wondered if that was what drove Lucifer to kill Men. The thrill of the hunt but Castiel had been human once. Not a very good one perhaps but he couldn't hunt a human anymore than he could hunt another wolf.
He trotted forward, nose to the air, until he came upon a shallow fast stream. There was the man, kneeling on the bank and bringing water to his injured shoulder. The evening air was growing chill, the stream water frigid, and Castiel could see the man beginning to shiver. A hunter from the look of it but there was no rifle in sight and no partner.
“He's no deer hunter,” Lucifer spoke beside him and Castiel canted his ears back to show he was listening though he didn't take his golden eyes from the man. He hadn't heard Lucifer approach, as quiet and adept in the forest as a human as Castiel was as a wolf. “He hunts things like us. Monsters, to use their term.” Castiel looked up at him and suddenly the scent of Lucifer's blood hit him so strong that he staggered to his feet and his hackles raised in anger.
Lucifer crouched down, his fingers burying into the thick fur around Castiel's neck. There was blood on this thigh, a slowly seeping wound, and Castiel could taste the silver as he ran his tongue over the rip in Lucifer's jeans. A growl built up at the back of his throat causing Lucifer to laugh.
“Calm down. It's a scratch and believe me, I repaid it. Now be a good dog and do as I say.” His hand gripped around Castiel's muzzle, forcing Castiel to look up at him, fingers digging in until Castiel whined. “Good dog. Go fetch that hunter.”
Castiel sprang away the moment Lucifer released him, loping smoothly through the trees, his quiet gate taking him mere feet from the hunter before the man snapped his gaze up. “Holy-” The man startled, staggering to his feet, hands up and spread wide as if that would stop the wolf that eyed him with bared teeth. Castiel lowered his head, pinned his ears back, and when he took a step forward, the hunter stepped back. “Shit. Okay. Good wolf...it's okay.”
Another step forward, another step back. Castiel herded the hunter across the small clearing away from the stream this way, fur bristling down his back, snapping his teeth if the man made a wrong turn. The smell of his fear drenched Castiel. The smell of his blood so close - Castiel could see it staining his torn shirt. They went until Castiel had the hunter backed against a tree and he had to give the hunter some sense for not simply running. Castiel wasn't sure he could have resisted the chase then but maybe he could have chased the man right out of the forest and Lucifer would have forgotten him.
It was too late now. Lucifer's hand came out from the falling dark of the trees and the hunter's cry was muffled by Lucifer's palm over his mouth. “He's a good dog, isn't he? very good at fetch. And hide and seek as well so you may as well give up.”
The man was struggling, hands grasping at Lucifer's forearm, trying to drag Lucifer's hand away. Trying to twist away when that didn't work. He was strong but not more than Lucifer.
“Castiel!” Castiel growled, ears pricked forward to listen to his brother. His owner, he had better think, if he was to be a good dog. “Hold.” Castiel stepped forward and closed his jaws over the hunter's crotch, teeth pressing down over denim just enough to make the hunter feel it, panting hot and hard as scent and taste filled his senses. Fear and anger and the metallic scent of adrenaline pumped blood. The hunter froze immediately.
“Good boy,” Lucifer praised him, releasing his hold on the man and stepping around in front of him. Castiel carefully didn't move as Lucifer ruffled the fur on his head. “I think he likes you,” Lucifer said to the hunter, crouching down beside Castiel and leaning in to speak in a conspiratory tone. “Do you think we should take this one home with us?”
Castiel didn't but there was nothing he could do to say otherwise.
**
Their den was a small cabin. A deer hunter's retreat once, until Lucifer had killed him, claiming this territory as his own. There was a single room. A single bed in one corner, a nest of blankets in the other which Castiel greatly preferred in wolf form. A small wood stove that kept the place warm and cooked their meat when Lucifer was in the mood for such a delicacy. A shelf with dishes and a couple pans hanging off hooks on the wall. A small pantry with old canned food. There was an outhouse behind the cabin and the stream ran nearby for any washing. Most of these things held no use for Castiel and Lucifer, living more often as animals from the land.
Lucifer drove the hunter to it, Castiel trotting around them in wary circles. He didn't like this. There had never been a man so close to their home before and it was too much like last time. The massacre that had followed it still burned into Castiel's mind. The banishment. Why could Lucifer not leave well enough alone? But Castiel would not disobey. He owed everything he was now to Lucifer.
The hunter was shoved down to the blankets in the corner and Castiel growled, giving Lucifer an affronted look. He got a smile in response that did nothing to mask the hard look that told Castiel to behave. Lucifer's hand ran over his ears, smoothed down the fur along the back of his neck. “Guard him. I'm going to make sure no friends of his surprise us.” With a last satisfied look at the hunter, Lucifer left the cabin leaving Castiel alone with the man.
They stared at each other for a moment, until the hunter lifted a cautious hand, fingers reaching out. “I'm not gonna hurt you, boy. Come on.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue and Castiel responded by pacing away across the room to lay down by the door. He was a good dog but not to this man. The hunter slumped, looking around the small cabin instead. “This is how you live, huh? And I thought motels were bad.” The man laughed, Castiel pricked his ears forward at the sound. “So...I know your name. Mine's Dean.” Castiel had no idea what Dean was getting at by talking to him so lightly. When Castiel made no move to respond, Dean let his head thump back against the wall with a sigh. “Your owner's an asshole.”
Dean tried once to get by him. After Lucifer had been gone awhile and Castiel had lost his attentive edge, resting his head down on his forepaws. That didn't mean he wasn't paying attention, that he didn't fully remember and understand Lucifer's orders. Dean was bitten sharply on the hand for his efforts and Castiel herded him back to the blankets, snapping at Dean's legs. Castiel kept a closer watch on him after that - Dean had come far too close to slipping by him - until Lucifer returned and Castiel scampered out of the way of the door to let Lucifer in.
“Good boy, Cas,” Lucifer said once he saw Dean in his place on the blankets, glaring back at them. Lucifer ignored him to lavish praise on Castiel, dropping down to the floor to pet Castiel and kiss his muzzle. It made Castiel whine happily, press closer. Wish that Lucifer would turn to a wolf because his praise and proximity always made Castiel's blood run faster.
But Lucifer didn't, he rose and his human footsteps crossed the room, leaving Castiel to watch as Lucifer gripped Dean's chin tightly, forcing the man to look up. Dean tried to jerk his head away and Lucifer's fingers only bit in harder. “What are we going to do with you?”
Kill him, Castiel thought and almost hoped. Or release him. Get him out of here.
“Come here, Cas.” Castiel rose and trotted to Lucifer's side. Lucifer's fingernails were leaving indents in Dean's skin and when Dean made a move to push Lucifer's hand away, Castiel bared his teeth and Dean stilled. “Do you know what he is? Someone that kills monsters. I'm not a monster, am I, Cas?”
Sometimes, Castiel thought. But when Lucifer knelt, Castiel rested his head on Lucifer's lap.
“It's people like him that ruined everything I used to have.” Lucifer was focused on Dean again now who was tense and scared. Castiel could smell it even if Dean didn't show it, meeting Lucifer's eyes defiantly. “I'm a little disappointed you don't have a partner out here with you. Kind of stupid to come alone.”
“Bite me,” Dean said through gritted teeth.
The back of Lucifer's hand cracking across Dean's face was loud, Castiel jumping back out of the way. It didn't stop there and there was no way Dean could fight back. Not when Lucifer had a partner and Dean had none.
The fight was brief and Castiel's teeth found Dean's throat the moment Lucifer knocked him to the ground, growl rumbling through his chest as the man stilled and submitted, panting heavy below Castiel. No one had ever submitted to Castiel before and the thrill of is ran through his veins. The scent of Dean's blood was in the air again and Lucifer's laugh rang through the room.
“He does like you.”
Castiel looked upwards without releasing his hold, watching Lucifer wipe the back of his hand across his bloody lip. Dean could fight. Anyone else and he might have gotten away, Castiel thought. Instead he had what was probably a broken nose and the blood of it was dripping into Castiel's mouth.
“Hold him, boy,” Lucifer said and Castiel focused his attention on Dean and keeping him still with just the right amount of pressure from his teeth whenever Dean tensed to move. The cabin was quiet for a moment other than Dean and Castiel's hard breathing as Lucifer left, returning a moment later with the length of rope he used to dry the few sets of clothes they kept. “Don't want you getting free and running off,” Lucifer explained to Dean as he began removing his shoes.
It took both Dean and Castiel a second to understand, Dean making an outraged noise as Lucifer's hands unbuckled his belt and Dean twisted away without thinking. Castiel let go, just for a second, he didn't want to crush Dean's throat but it was long enough for Lucifer to turn furious with him. Lucifer's boot impacting with his rib cage sent Castiel sprawling to the floor and Castiel yelped and cowered in the face of his anger. Even Dean didn't attempt to rise from the floor, pushing back until he was against the wall instead, watching with wide eyes.
“Bad dog! Hold him!” Lucifer pointed a finger towards Dean and Castiel felt no better than the animal he was supposed to be. His belly nearly dragging on the ground, he crawled the distance and closed his mouth again around Dean's neck and Dean didn't fight him. Castiel thought he might have seen pity in the hunter's eyes for the stupid beast Castiel must have been.
Dean didn't fight it again then, staying still beneath Castiel's teeth as Lucifer stripped him and bound him with the rope around his wrists and ankles so they bit into Dean's skin. Castiel only released his hold when Lucifer told him to.
“You can make it up to me,” Lucifer told him, running fingers over his ears. “Get on the bed now, while I figure out what's best to do with him.”
Dean was still glaring at them defiantly as Castiel jumped onto the bed, turning twice before laying down at the foot of it. The hunter wasn't giving up yet. He'd only stilled to save Castiel further trouble and Castiel recognized that. If only Castiel had found him first and driven him from the forest before Lucifer had caught him.
Lucifer lay down with him, kicking off his shoes so his bare feet touched Castiel's fur. “Keep an eye on him, Castiel.”
**
Castiel slept lightly. Wary to any noise, any movement from the corner of the room but other than restless shifting, Dean made no move. Castiel didn't think for a second that the man wasn't coming up with a plan though.
What woke Castiel truly was Lucifer's hand scratching around his ears and his voice a low note that never failed to excite Castiel. “You can make it up to me now, Castiel,” Lucifer whispered into his ear and then lay back again, patting his thigh to beckon Castiel up.
Lucifer was hard, Castiel could smell it on the still air and when Lucifer's fingers rubbed between his legs, Castiel followed their path with his tongue. The bed felt unsteady beneath his paws and Lucifer spread his legs so Castiel could settle between them, roughly licking over Lucifer's fingers and his jeans as Lucifer fumbled to free his cock from his jeans. And then there was the pure taste of his Alpha. His brother and his mate. The one that had made Castiel everything he was now, saved his life and gave him a place like humanity never had. Castiel forgot his doubts. He let arousal thrum through his veins until it was all he could do not to hump Lucifer's leg as he licked over Lucifer's dick.
“You are one sick of a bitch, you know that?” Dean's voice came like a growl itself through the dim of the cabin.
Castiel lifted his head away for a moment, long enough to look over at Dean who was watching with an expression of horror. But Castiel could smell the truth on him. The subtle twitches of arousal that Dean fought back in favour of being morally disgusted by the sight of Lucifer taking advantage of a stupid animal. Of course Castiel wasn't an animal and he turned back to roughing his tongue over the head of Lucifer's dick while Lucifer began stroking himself off with a throaty chuckle.
“Oh untighten yourself. Hm, that might be an idea. Down, Castiel.” Lucifer suddenly focused all his attention on Castiel and Castiel wasn't sure about his tone. Lucifer was up to something and Lucifer with a plan was often a terrifying thing.
Lucifer tucked his hard on away before getting to his feet, striding over to where Dean knelt, naked and bound. Any scent of arousal from the hunter faded, replaced by apprehension. And fear when Lucifer ran fingers in a shivery trail down his spin to the dip of his ass.
“I will fucking kill you,” Dean said through his teeth, trying to lurch away but Lucifer caught him easily in a tight grip by his hair.
“Oh you don't want me? That's fine. I wouldn't lower myself.” A sharp whistle brought Castiel closer, stepping hesitantly, head cocked in uncertainty.
Dean understood and the resultant struggle to break free of his bonds left him dazed and half-conscious on the floor. Lucifer cracked and shook out his knuckles, sure to bruise with the force he'd hit Dean and got to his feet. “We'll have to keep you still. Go fetch your stick,” Lucifer said in false excitement and he opened the door for Castiel to bound through.
A stick to hold Dean still. Castiel pulled a straight branch from a tree and when he returned with the end dragging across the floor, Lucifer had Dean's arms bound behind him, his shoulders shoved to the floor and his ass invitingly high. Dean's struggles were useless and Lucifer held him easily as he praised Castiel until Castiel couldn't help but to thump his tail happily.
Fear was beginning to drench the room as Lucifer told Castiel to hold Dean against, his sharp teeth against the back of Dean's neck. Lucifer took the branch, left the rough bark there to scratch and irritate the back of Dean's knees as Lucifer used their belts to tie the stick and force Dean's legs to stay apart.
“Someone's going to look for me and they will rip your goddamned head off!”
Lucifer ignored Dean, calling Castiel off and running his hands over Castiel's body, fingers scratching through the long fur of his sides and belly. “You've been a good dog. You deserve a treat.” Lucifer was still hard, an enticing smell that Castiel tried to nose up against, whining. He understood now, what Lucifer wanted and Castiel didn't want to do it, pressing against Lucifer, mutely begging him not to. But Lucifer hissed into his ear “Don't disappoint me.” With a promise of punishment if Castiel didn't preform.
Lucifer's fingers found and pressed along his sheath, stroking down to his balls and back until Castiel's hips rolled against the air and the tip of his cock protruded. Lucifer kept massaging along his sheath until Castiel's mind was clouded and he knew only the deep yearning an animal, the urge to piston his hips and drive his dick inside something.
So when Lucifer patted the small of Dean's back and told Castiel “Up” Castiel swung his head around and did as he was told. But...maybe he could instill want in Dean as well and he laved his tongue between Dean's spread legs, over his balls and his lax cock. Dean jerked and tried to squirm away but there was nowhere he could go with his arms wrenched painfully behind his back and the long stick preventing him from even folding onto his side. Trying to lower his ass out of the way only made it easier for Castiel to mount him and animal instinct shot through him as his legs gripped to Dean's waist, dewclaws scraping furrows along Dean's side, and he slammed his hips up against Dean's.
Lucifer's fingers took hold of him again through Castiel's desperate jabbing to find a way inside and Lucifer helped him again and guided him in. Dean bled around him and Castiel shot deep, hard and knotting and wild.
Dean's voice rung out around them, promises of violence turning to pleas of “Just get him off, call him off,” and Castiel heard him but couldn't stop. Not until he'd tied inside Dean, mixed come and blood, and Dean was left choking on his breaths and shuddering when Lucifer fondled Castiel's balls and Castiel's hips rolled to push deeper.
Lucifer held him there where Dean seemed to burn around him, until Dean started swearing at them again and the swell of Castiel's dick lessened so he could slip free. Lucifer left Dean in the same miserable position and called Castiel back to the bed where he jacked off and Castiel cleaned him before he fell asleep.
**
Castiel couldn't sleep.
Dean kept shifting and gasping. A quiet noise would tear from his throat. He'd managed to straighten out his legs and lay on his stomach but it only seemed to make him more uncomfortable and he couldn't find a way to kneel again.
Castiel stepped down from the bed once he was sure Lucifer was asleep, padding over to Dean who watched him warily but Castiel only sat a foot away and wondered what to do.
“It's not your fault,” Dean told him and Castiel cocked his head. If only Dean knew but Castiel was surprised to find that Dean held no grudge towards him, even if he did think Castiel was nothing but a wolf.
**
Lucifer found him in the morning, curled against Dean's side and laughed but Castiel could hear the anger in it. Lucifer was so often angry, so bitter about being forced from their pack. As he had told Castiel repeatedly, he was only trying to rid them of another nuisance animal. And he received no thanks.
“Do you think he's your mate now, dog? Don't forget who you belong to. Come.”
Dean had woken and tensed and Castiel hesitated for a moment before he rose and approached Lucifer. Only to feel Lucifer's hand strike him across the muzzle with enough force to surprise a yelp out of him. Castiel cowered to the ground while Dean yelled from behind him, “Fight back. You're a wolf, for god sake.” But Castiel couldn't even if he sometimes wanted to.
Lucifer showed why a second later, laughing at Dean. “But so am I, Dean.” He transformed into a huge silver wolf, larger than Castiel and Castiel found himself thrown heavily to the ground, Lucifer snarling as he bit into the thick fur around Castiel's neck and shook his head until Castiel howled at the fear that sparked through him. He licked desperately at Lucifer's muzzle when he was released and cowered back when Lucifer pushed him aside.
For a moment, the silver wolf stared at Dean and Dean's heart was thudding hard and clear enough for all of them to hear. But Lucifer lifted his lip in a sneer and turned to trot from the building, snapping at Castiel as he passed so Castiel knew to stay. Lucifer went to hunt and Castiel didn't dare to move.
“I'm gonna get out of here, I swear,” Dean broke the silence. “And when I do, I'm taking you with me.”
This hunter wasn't a monster at all.
**
Castiel waited until he was sure Lucifer would be deep into the forest. Dean's breathing had evened into fitful sleep. It was still early morning, a time when hunting was good, and Lucifer wouldn't return for hours. Castiel slipped from the cabin and struck out into the woods, careful to avoid the trail he and Lucifer usually took on a hunt.
There were other wolves in the area, real wolves, and Castiel called to them softly, followed their scent trails to find the pack. He'd seen the black wolf before, smaller than him but it didn't matter. He killed it and dragged it closer to the cabin, onto one of their well used hunting paths. After he'd cleaned the blood from his whiskers, he went back to the cabin, making sure Dean was still asleep before he shifted into a man for the first time in months.
It was strange, to stand on two legs and he thought he might stumble. The world looked different. Dean looked different and the guilt that the wolf had kept at bay hit him until he could hardly breathe. But there was no time. Castiel dressed in a spare set of clothes and then he found the shot gun Lucifer kept beneath the bed and in a drawer, a silver knife from a previous hunter. Lucifer had killed that one quickly and Castiel still wished he'd done the same to this one.
His heart sped on, he strained to hear any sign of Lucifer over it as he knelt by Dean to nudge him awake and untie his bonds. Dean startled with a cry and Castiel quickly hushed him. “Quiet. I'm here to get you out.”
“There's a wolf...” Dean started, confused and looking around. Castiel froze for a moment when Dean met his gaze, sure Dean would know but Dean looked away and Castiel freed his arms and legs, helping Dean to stretch and get to his feet. Castiel caught him when Dean's knees buckled beneath the pain.
“I saw a silver wolf. That's what I'm hunting.”
Dean took in the gun and the knife strapped at his hip. “Hunter?” Castiel nodded. “There's another wolf, an actual wolf. A black one.”
“There was a dead one back on the trail.” Dean's expression sunk and Castiel quickly pressed on before he could change his mind. “We must leave.”
Despite Dean's disgusted expression, Castiel helped him to dress in the clothes Lucifer had left behind when he changed. Dean's own were gone, Castiel didn't have time to find where Lucifer had hidden or destroyed Dean's belongings.
Together they ran from the woods, Dean pausing full of pain as they passed the dead body of black wolf, before going on as fast as Dean's limping gate could take them. “Who are you?”
Castiel paused. “Jimmy,” he said, a name he had not heard in years since Lucifer had renamed him. “My name is Jimmy.”
From this prompt:
I want an AU where the angels are instead skinwalkers or werewolves.
Dean is a hunter lost and/or injured in the woods. Castiel is a skinwalker/werewolf who spends most of his time in dog/wolf form. He finds Dean and wants to help him, but Cas's older brother (any canon angel, someone else can pick) is a bad guy who rules Cas with an iron fist and Cas does whatever he tells him to.
The bad guy takes Dean home and decides to keep him for his amusement. He hates the hunters who hurt his kind, so he wants to punish Dean. He makes Cas "breed" Dean. Dean is kept tied down when it happens and maybe begs the bad guy to call off Cas. Dean doesn't know that Cas is a sentient being, so he thinks he's getting fucked by a real dog/wolf and is horrified.
This goes on for a while, and Cas is really uneasy at the situation but can't bear to disobey his brother. Eventually, he decides it can't go on anymore. He appears in human form to rescue Dean. Dean doesn't know that Cas is the dog/wolf.
It's Castiel/Dean, Lucifer/Castiel. Warnings! Bestiality and non-con. NC-17. About ~4600 words.
**
For a long time it had been just Castiel and Lucifer. Long since cast from their pack for Lucifer's reckless ways, his unending hatred for mankind. He would kill them with abandon. Turn without council from the pack any he thought useful. Not worthy, no human could be worthy, but they could change that after Lucifer had turned them.
Castiel had been useful. When Lucifer had first gotten hold of him, bitten into the soft skin of his neck and proved to him that God wasn't watching. God was never in the greater scheme of Castiel's life. Lucifer was and Lucifer turn him into something sleek and powerful. Something with greater purpose. Castiel had been willing to do whatever Lucifer asked of him, blindly obedient and deeply grateful. Lucifer had saved his life and Castiel was in debt. Though...he questioned sometimes, deep in the recesses of his mind, whether Lucifer deserved Castiel's love. Castiel had proved himself worthy and Lucifer did little in return.
He brought hunters down on the pack with indiscriminate killing. Caused a massacre of their family. And when Michael stood before Lucifer and told him to go, Lucifer had looked to Castiel to defend him and Castiel had. He'd cowered before Lucifer and spoke for him, spoke of the sins and disgust of humans. Certainly Castiel had been a sinful disgusting human once, living in greed and gluttony. So he'd been chased out with Lucifer, their brothers sharp teeth biting at their heels and tails.
Castiel had glanced back mournfully and Lucifer bit at his throat until Castiel yelped and rolled over, paws in the air, belly exposed. He licked all around Lucifer's muzzle for forgiveness.
“You don't need them, little brother. I'm all you need. I made you, I'll keep you.”
Lucifer did. He took them to a small mountain town and found them a safe den. Fresh water, good game. Castiel thought Lucifer might settle down here, away from the city, the temptation of Men. For a while that seemed to be the case. They ran as wolves through the trees, feeling the earth beneath their paws, scenting the air. Hunting, playing, mating.
Until men entered their forest. Deer hunters. Lucifer slaughtered them, stole their clothes, and began turning to human form to venture into the town. Castiel tried to follow him once, to reason with him. “You'll bring them here again!” Lucifer beat him down and Castiel was left alone to heal in their den for a week before he returned.
Castiel didn't turn anymore. He stayed in the form of a black wolf, stalking through his forest - Lucifer's forest - and doing his best. Being whatever Lucifer would like him to be and Lucifer seemed to enjoy him this way. If Lucifer realized that Castiel had been using his wolf form to frighten away humans before Lucifer could hurt them he didn't say anything.
But now Castiel scented another human on the wind. A man. Injured, Castiel could smell the blood, parting his jaws to take that taste into his mouth. It excited him, made him think of the kill, the chase. Castiel loved the chase and wondered if that was what drove Lucifer to kill Men. The thrill of the hunt but Castiel had been human once. Not a very good one perhaps but he couldn't hunt a human anymore than he could hunt another wolf.
He trotted forward, nose to the air, until he came upon a shallow fast stream. There was the man, kneeling on the bank and bringing water to his injured shoulder. The evening air was growing chill, the stream water frigid, and Castiel could see the man beginning to shiver. A hunter from the look of it but there was no rifle in sight and no partner.
“He's no deer hunter,” Lucifer spoke beside him and Castiel canted his ears back to show he was listening though he didn't take his golden eyes from the man. He hadn't heard Lucifer approach, as quiet and adept in the forest as a human as Castiel was as a wolf. “He hunts things like us. Monsters, to use their term.” Castiel looked up at him and suddenly the scent of Lucifer's blood hit him so strong that he staggered to his feet and his hackles raised in anger.
Lucifer crouched down, his fingers burying into the thick fur around Castiel's neck. There was blood on this thigh, a slowly seeping wound, and Castiel could taste the silver as he ran his tongue over the rip in Lucifer's jeans. A growl built up at the back of his throat causing Lucifer to laugh.
“Calm down. It's a scratch and believe me, I repaid it. Now be a good dog and do as I say.” His hand gripped around Castiel's muzzle, forcing Castiel to look up at him, fingers digging in until Castiel whined. “Good dog. Go fetch that hunter.”
Castiel sprang away the moment Lucifer released him, loping smoothly through the trees, his quiet gate taking him mere feet from the hunter before the man snapped his gaze up. “Holy-” The man startled, staggering to his feet, hands up and spread wide as if that would stop the wolf that eyed him with bared teeth. Castiel lowered his head, pinned his ears back, and when he took a step forward, the hunter stepped back. “Shit. Okay. Good wolf...it's okay.”
Another step forward, another step back. Castiel herded the hunter across the small clearing away from the stream this way, fur bristling down his back, snapping his teeth if the man made a wrong turn. The smell of his fear drenched Castiel. The smell of his blood so close - Castiel could see it staining his torn shirt. They went until Castiel had the hunter backed against a tree and he had to give the hunter some sense for not simply running. Castiel wasn't sure he could have resisted the chase then but maybe he could have chased the man right out of the forest and Lucifer would have forgotten him.
It was too late now. Lucifer's hand came out from the falling dark of the trees and the hunter's cry was muffled by Lucifer's palm over his mouth. “He's a good dog, isn't he? very good at fetch. And hide and seek as well so you may as well give up.”
The man was struggling, hands grasping at Lucifer's forearm, trying to drag Lucifer's hand away. Trying to twist away when that didn't work. He was strong but not more than Lucifer.
“Castiel!” Castiel growled, ears pricked forward to listen to his brother. His owner, he had better think, if he was to be a good dog. “Hold.” Castiel stepped forward and closed his jaws over the hunter's crotch, teeth pressing down over denim just enough to make the hunter feel it, panting hot and hard as scent and taste filled his senses. Fear and anger and the metallic scent of adrenaline pumped blood. The hunter froze immediately.
“Good boy,” Lucifer praised him, releasing his hold on the man and stepping around in front of him. Castiel carefully didn't move as Lucifer ruffled the fur on his head. “I think he likes you,” Lucifer said to the hunter, crouching down beside Castiel and leaning in to speak in a conspiratory tone. “Do you think we should take this one home with us?”
Castiel didn't but there was nothing he could do to say otherwise.
**
Their den was a small cabin. A deer hunter's retreat once, until Lucifer had killed him, claiming this territory as his own. There was a single room. A single bed in one corner, a nest of blankets in the other which Castiel greatly preferred in wolf form. A small wood stove that kept the place warm and cooked their meat when Lucifer was in the mood for such a delicacy. A shelf with dishes and a couple pans hanging off hooks on the wall. A small pantry with old canned food. There was an outhouse behind the cabin and the stream ran nearby for any washing. Most of these things held no use for Castiel and Lucifer, living more often as animals from the land.
Lucifer drove the hunter to it, Castiel trotting around them in wary circles. He didn't like this. There had never been a man so close to their home before and it was too much like last time. The massacre that had followed it still burned into Castiel's mind. The banishment. Why could Lucifer not leave well enough alone? But Castiel would not disobey. He owed everything he was now to Lucifer.
The hunter was shoved down to the blankets in the corner and Castiel growled, giving Lucifer an affronted look. He got a smile in response that did nothing to mask the hard look that told Castiel to behave. Lucifer's hand ran over his ears, smoothed down the fur along the back of his neck. “Guard him. I'm going to make sure no friends of his surprise us.” With a last satisfied look at the hunter, Lucifer left the cabin leaving Castiel alone with the man.
They stared at each other for a moment, until the hunter lifted a cautious hand, fingers reaching out. “I'm not gonna hurt you, boy. Come on.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue and Castiel responded by pacing away across the room to lay down by the door. He was a good dog but not to this man. The hunter slumped, looking around the small cabin instead. “This is how you live, huh? And I thought motels were bad.” The man laughed, Castiel pricked his ears forward at the sound. “So...I know your name. Mine's Dean.” Castiel had no idea what Dean was getting at by talking to him so lightly. When Castiel made no move to respond, Dean let his head thump back against the wall with a sigh. “Your owner's an asshole.”
Dean tried once to get by him. After Lucifer had been gone awhile and Castiel had lost his attentive edge, resting his head down on his forepaws. That didn't mean he wasn't paying attention, that he didn't fully remember and understand Lucifer's orders. Dean was bitten sharply on the hand for his efforts and Castiel herded him back to the blankets, snapping at Dean's legs. Castiel kept a closer watch on him after that - Dean had come far too close to slipping by him - until Lucifer returned and Castiel scampered out of the way of the door to let Lucifer in.
“Good boy, Cas,” Lucifer said once he saw Dean in his place on the blankets, glaring back at them. Lucifer ignored him to lavish praise on Castiel, dropping down to the floor to pet Castiel and kiss his muzzle. It made Castiel whine happily, press closer. Wish that Lucifer would turn to a wolf because his praise and proximity always made Castiel's blood run faster.
But Lucifer didn't, he rose and his human footsteps crossed the room, leaving Castiel to watch as Lucifer gripped Dean's chin tightly, forcing the man to look up. Dean tried to jerk his head away and Lucifer's fingers only bit in harder. “What are we going to do with you?”
Kill him, Castiel thought and almost hoped. Or release him. Get him out of here.
“Come here, Cas.” Castiel rose and trotted to Lucifer's side. Lucifer's fingernails were leaving indents in Dean's skin and when Dean made a move to push Lucifer's hand away, Castiel bared his teeth and Dean stilled. “Do you know what he is? Someone that kills monsters. I'm not a monster, am I, Cas?”
Sometimes, Castiel thought. But when Lucifer knelt, Castiel rested his head on Lucifer's lap.
“It's people like him that ruined everything I used to have.” Lucifer was focused on Dean again now who was tense and scared. Castiel could smell it even if Dean didn't show it, meeting Lucifer's eyes defiantly. “I'm a little disappointed you don't have a partner out here with you. Kind of stupid to come alone.”
“Bite me,” Dean said through gritted teeth.
The back of Lucifer's hand cracking across Dean's face was loud, Castiel jumping back out of the way. It didn't stop there and there was no way Dean could fight back. Not when Lucifer had a partner and Dean had none.
The fight was brief and Castiel's teeth found Dean's throat the moment Lucifer knocked him to the ground, growl rumbling through his chest as the man stilled and submitted, panting heavy below Castiel. No one had ever submitted to Castiel before and the thrill of is ran through his veins. The scent of Dean's blood was in the air again and Lucifer's laugh rang through the room.
“He does like you.”
Castiel looked upwards without releasing his hold, watching Lucifer wipe the back of his hand across his bloody lip. Dean could fight. Anyone else and he might have gotten away, Castiel thought. Instead he had what was probably a broken nose and the blood of it was dripping into Castiel's mouth.
“Hold him, boy,” Lucifer said and Castiel focused his attention on Dean and keeping him still with just the right amount of pressure from his teeth whenever Dean tensed to move. The cabin was quiet for a moment other than Dean and Castiel's hard breathing as Lucifer left, returning a moment later with the length of rope he used to dry the few sets of clothes they kept. “Don't want you getting free and running off,” Lucifer explained to Dean as he began removing his shoes.
It took both Dean and Castiel a second to understand, Dean making an outraged noise as Lucifer's hands unbuckled his belt and Dean twisted away without thinking. Castiel let go, just for a second, he didn't want to crush Dean's throat but it was long enough for Lucifer to turn furious with him. Lucifer's boot impacting with his rib cage sent Castiel sprawling to the floor and Castiel yelped and cowered in the face of his anger. Even Dean didn't attempt to rise from the floor, pushing back until he was against the wall instead, watching with wide eyes.
“Bad dog! Hold him!” Lucifer pointed a finger towards Dean and Castiel felt no better than the animal he was supposed to be. His belly nearly dragging on the ground, he crawled the distance and closed his mouth again around Dean's neck and Dean didn't fight him. Castiel thought he might have seen pity in the hunter's eyes for the stupid beast Castiel must have been.
Dean didn't fight it again then, staying still beneath Castiel's teeth as Lucifer stripped him and bound him with the rope around his wrists and ankles so they bit into Dean's skin. Castiel only released his hold when Lucifer told him to.
“You can make it up to me,” Lucifer told him, running fingers over his ears. “Get on the bed now, while I figure out what's best to do with him.”
Dean was still glaring at them defiantly as Castiel jumped onto the bed, turning twice before laying down at the foot of it. The hunter wasn't giving up yet. He'd only stilled to save Castiel further trouble and Castiel recognized that. If only Castiel had found him first and driven him from the forest before Lucifer had caught him.
Lucifer lay down with him, kicking off his shoes so his bare feet touched Castiel's fur. “Keep an eye on him, Castiel.”
**
Castiel slept lightly. Wary to any noise, any movement from the corner of the room but other than restless shifting, Dean made no move. Castiel didn't think for a second that the man wasn't coming up with a plan though.
What woke Castiel truly was Lucifer's hand scratching around his ears and his voice a low note that never failed to excite Castiel. “You can make it up to me now, Castiel,” Lucifer whispered into his ear and then lay back again, patting his thigh to beckon Castiel up.
Lucifer was hard, Castiel could smell it on the still air and when Lucifer's fingers rubbed between his legs, Castiel followed their path with his tongue. The bed felt unsteady beneath his paws and Lucifer spread his legs so Castiel could settle between them, roughly licking over Lucifer's fingers and his jeans as Lucifer fumbled to free his cock from his jeans. And then there was the pure taste of his Alpha. His brother and his mate. The one that had made Castiel everything he was now, saved his life and gave him a place like humanity never had. Castiel forgot his doubts. He let arousal thrum through his veins until it was all he could do not to hump Lucifer's leg as he licked over Lucifer's dick.
“You are one sick of a bitch, you know that?” Dean's voice came like a growl itself through the dim of the cabin.
Castiel lifted his head away for a moment, long enough to look over at Dean who was watching with an expression of horror. But Castiel could smell the truth on him. The subtle twitches of arousal that Dean fought back in favour of being morally disgusted by the sight of Lucifer taking advantage of a stupid animal. Of course Castiel wasn't an animal and he turned back to roughing his tongue over the head of Lucifer's dick while Lucifer began stroking himself off with a throaty chuckle.
“Oh untighten yourself. Hm, that might be an idea. Down, Castiel.” Lucifer suddenly focused all his attention on Castiel and Castiel wasn't sure about his tone. Lucifer was up to something and Lucifer with a plan was often a terrifying thing.
Lucifer tucked his hard on away before getting to his feet, striding over to where Dean knelt, naked and bound. Any scent of arousal from the hunter faded, replaced by apprehension. And fear when Lucifer ran fingers in a shivery trail down his spin to the dip of his ass.
“I will fucking kill you,” Dean said through his teeth, trying to lurch away but Lucifer caught him easily in a tight grip by his hair.
“Oh you don't want me? That's fine. I wouldn't lower myself.” A sharp whistle brought Castiel closer, stepping hesitantly, head cocked in uncertainty.
Dean understood and the resultant struggle to break free of his bonds left him dazed and half-conscious on the floor. Lucifer cracked and shook out his knuckles, sure to bruise with the force he'd hit Dean and got to his feet. “We'll have to keep you still. Go fetch your stick,” Lucifer said in false excitement and he opened the door for Castiel to bound through.
A stick to hold Dean still. Castiel pulled a straight branch from a tree and when he returned with the end dragging across the floor, Lucifer had Dean's arms bound behind him, his shoulders shoved to the floor and his ass invitingly high. Dean's struggles were useless and Lucifer held him easily as he praised Castiel until Castiel couldn't help but to thump his tail happily.
Fear was beginning to drench the room as Lucifer told Castiel to hold Dean against, his sharp teeth against the back of Dean's neck. Lucifer took the branch, left the rough bark there to scratch and irritate the back of Dean's knees as Lucifer used their belts to tie the stick and force Dean's legs to stay apart.
“Someone's going to look for me and they will rip your goddamned head off!”
Lucifer ignored Dean, calling Castiel off and running his hands over Castiel's body, fingers scratching through the long fur of his sides and belly. “You've been a good dog. You deserve a treat.” Lucifer was still hard, an enticing smell that Castiel tried to nose up against, whining. He understood now, what Lucifer wanted and Castiel didn't want to do it, pressing against Lucifer, mutely begging him not to. But Lucifer hissed into his ear “Don't disappoint me.” With a promise of punishment if Castiel didn't preform.
Lucifer's fingers found and pressed along his sheath, stroking down to his balls and back until Castiel's hips rolled against the air and the tip of his cock protruded. Lucifer kept massaging along his sheath until Castiel's mind was clouded and he knew only the deep yearning an animal, the urge to piston his hips and drive his dick inside something.
So when Lucifer patted the small of Dean's back and told Castiel “Up” Castiel swung his head around and did as he was told. But...maybe he could instill want in Dean as well and he laved his tongue between Dean's spread legs, over his balls and his lax cock. Dean jerked and tried to squirm away but there was nowhere he could go with his arms wrenched painfully behind his back and the long stick preventing him from even folding onto his side. Trying to lower his ass out of the way only made it easier for Castiel to mount him and animal instinct shot through him as his legs gripped to Dean's waist, dewclaws scraping furrows along Dean's side, and he slammed his hips up against Dean's.
Lucifer's fingers took hold of him again through Castiel's desperate jabbing to find a way inside and Lucifer helped him again and guided him in. Dean bled around him and Castiel shot deep, hard and knotting and wild.
Dean's voice rung out around them, promises of violence turning to pleas of “Just get him off, call him off,” and Castiel heard him but couldn't stop. Not until he'd tied inside Dean, mixed come and blood, and Dean was left choking on his breaths and shuddering when Lucifer fondled Castiel's balls and Castiel's hips rolled to push deeper.
Lucifer held him there where Dean seemed to burn around him, until Dean started swearing at them again and the swell of Castiel's dick lessened so he could slip free. Lucifer left Dean in the same miserable position and called Castiel back to the bed where he jacked off and Castiel cleaned him before he fell asleep.
**
Castiel couldn't sleep.
Dean kept shifting and gasping. A quiet noise would tear from his throat. He'd managed to straighten out his legs and lay on his stomach but it only seemed to make him more uncomfortable and he couldn't find a way to kneel again.
Castiel stepped down from the bed once he was sure Lucifer was asleep, padding over to Dean who watched him warily but Castiel only sat a foot away and wondered what to do.
“It's not your fault,” Dean told him and Castiel cocked his head. If only Dean knew but Castiel was surprised to find that Dean held no grudge towards him, even if he did think Castiel was nothing but a wolf.
**
Lucifer found him in the morning, curled against Dean's side and laughed but Castiel could hear the anger in it. Lucifer was so often angry, so bitter about being forced from their pack. As he had told Castiel repeatedly, he was only trying to rid them of another nuisance animal. And he received no thanks.
“Do you think he's your mate now, dog? Don't forget who you belong to. Come.”
Dean had woken and tensed and Castiel hesitated for a moment before he rose and approached Lucifer. Only to feel Lucifer's hand strike him across the muzzle with enough force to surprise a yelp out of him. Castiel cowered to the ground while Dean yelled from behind him, “Fight back. You're a wolf, for god sake.” But Castiel couldn't even if he sometimes wanted to.
Lucifer showed why a second later, laughing at Dean. “But so am I, Dean.” He transformed into a huge silver wolf, larger than Castiel and Castiel found himself thrown heavily to the ground, Lucifer snarling as he bit into the thick fur around Castiel's neck and shook his head until Castiel howled at the fear that sparked through him. He licked desperately at Lucifer's muzzle when he was released and cowered back when Lucifer pushed him aside.
For a moment, the silver wolf stared at Dean and Dean's heart was thudding hard and clear enough for all of them to hear. But Lucifer lifted his lip in a sneer and turned to trot from the building, snapping at Castiel as he passed so Castiel knew to stay. Lucifer went to hunt and Castiel didn't dare to move.
“I'm gonna get out of here, I swear,” Dean broke the silence. “And when I do, I'm taking you with me.”
This hunter wasn't a monster at all.
**
Castiel waited until he was sure Lucifer would be deep into the forest. Dean's breathing had evened into fitful sleep. It was still early morning, a time when hunting was good, and Lucifer wouldn't return for hours. Castiel slipped from the cabin and struck out into the woods, careful to avoid the trail he and Lucifer usually took on a hunt.
There were other wolves in the area, real wolves, and Castiel called to them softly, followed their scent trails to find the pack. He'd seen the black wolf before, smaller than him but it didn't matter. He killed it and dragged it closer to the cabin, onto one of their well used hunting paths. After he'd cleaned the blood from his whiskers, he went back to the cabin, making sure Dean was still asleep before he shifted into a man for the first time in months.
It was strange, to stand on two legs and he thought he might stumble. The world looked different. Dean looked different and the guilt that the wolf had kept at bay hit him until he could hardly breathe. But there was no time. Castiel dressed in a spare set of clothes and then he found the shot gun Lucifer kept beneath the bed and in a drawer, a silver knife from a previous hunter. Lucifer had killed that one quickly and Castiel still wished he'd done the same to this one.
His heart sped on, he strained to hear any sign of Lucifer over it as he knelt by Dean to nudge him awake and untie his bonds. Dean startled with a cry and Castiel quickly hushed him. “Quiet. I'm here to get you out.”
“There's a wolf...” Dean started, confused and looking around. Castiel froze for a moment when Dean met his gaze, sure Dean would know but Dean looked away and Castiel freed his arms and legs, helping Dean to stretch and get to his feet. Castiel caught him when Dean's knees buckled beneath the pain.
“I saw a silver wolf. That's what I'm hunting.”
Dean took in the gun and the knife strapped at his hip. “Hunter?” Castiel nodded. “There's another wolf, an actual wolf. A black one.”
“There was a dead one back on the trail.” Dean's expression sunk and Castiel quickly pressed on before he could change his mind. “We must leave.”
Despite Dean's disgusted expression, Castiel helped him to dress in the clothes Lucifer had left behind when he changed. Dean's own were gone, Castiel didn't have time to find where Lucifer had hidden or destroyed Dean's belongings.
Together they ran from the woods, Dean pausing full of pain as they passed the dead body of black wolf, before going on as fast as Dean's limping gate could take them. “Who are you?”
Castiel paused. “Jimmy,” he said, a name he had not heard in years since Lucifer had renamed him. “My name is Jimmy.”