Seven Sins of Thursday - Pride
Title: Pride
Series: Seven Sins of Thursday
Author: villainxatxhert
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: His kind was not supposed to feel... Maybe he wanted to
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, but the seven sins? They totally belong to me
A/N: Next chapter in the Seven Sins Verse... Have fun!
Previous Chapters: Seven Sins Wrath Sloth Envy
The air in Castiel’s lungs left him in a harsh breath when Dean roughly shoved him away. The force of the push sent him tipping back onto the bed he had stood from moment before. With wide eyes he looked up at Dean, wondering if he had completely ruined the opportunity to spend time with the hunter.
Would Dean make him leave?
Why had Dean reacted the way he did?
What was going to happen now?
Dean put a hand to his mouth and closed his eyes before leveling a look at Castiel that the angel had never seen on the man’s face before. It was a mix of so many different emotions that Castiel felt his chest tighten. Why couldn’t he feel all those things that Dean did?
“What-what the hell was that?” Dean asked softly. There was something in his voice that Castiel could not place, and that worried him.
Castiel pushed himself up onto his elbows and tipped his head to one side, “It was a kiss.” He said matter-of-factly. “You allowed Anna the privilege of kissing you.”
Dean ran a shaky hand through his hair and started to pace in front of the bed. “Exactly, I let Anna kiss me. Guys don’t kiss, not like that! Anna said you angels couldn’t feel, so that was what - some kind of monkey-see, monkey-do kind of crap?”
Castiel forced himself to sit up straight and looked Dean in the eye, “It was not a simple copied motion,” he said. “It was the best way I felt to express myself. I felt… envious, of the fact that you had kissed both Anna and Ruby. A demon and a girl you had known barely a day, and yet you will not even look at me. I was the one who saved you, yet you do not even give me a simple moment of your day. A glance with something other then contempt coloring your eyes.”
He had remained silent and still throughout Castiel’s calm tirade, but now Dean shook his head and smiled mirthlessly. “So that’s what this about. Your little angel pride is hurt because I don’t spend enough time with you?”
Castiel tried to answer, but Dean continued before he had a chance to speak.
“You just couldn’t handle the fact that I might actually be enjoying my life. I have to be a good little soldier, right? Can’t have me running off and actually enjoying what’s left of my life, you have to keep me under your thumb. So you thought a kiss would get my attention and keep me here instead of out with someone else?” Dean rounded on Castiel, standing right in front of the angel and leaning down into his personal space.
“Did you really think I would go for you?”
Castiel leaned back, away from Dean. “I was -“
Dean’s hand landed on either side of Castiel as he leaned over the angel, forcing Castiel to fall onto his back again to avoid knocking heads with the hunter.
“You were what?” Dean asked, all his pent up anger finally bubbling to the surface. “You were following orders? Let me guess, god told you to kiss me, right? That excuse doesn’t work with me Cas, ‘cause I know that even you don’t obey every order. But if you want it that bad then fine!”
Their lips were pressed together with a force Castiel hadn’t expected, and he was pressed back into the mattress, mouth open in shock as teeth clicked together. Dean’s right hand slid up his arm to grip tightly on his left shoulder, fingers digging into his skin. Teeth bit at his bottom lip and Castiel tasted blood as Dean forced his tongue into his mouth.
Dean’s other hand moved down the front of his shirt, popping the buttons one handedly until he reached bare skin.
Castiel drew in a deep breath through his nose and arched into Dean’s hand. Dean pulled back for a breath, diving back in quickly after Castiel took his own breath and forcing their mouths together again. Gun callused fingers trailed over Castiel’s chest, tweaking a nipple on their path downwards.
Pleasure spiked through Castiel’s body and a small moan escaped his throat to be swallowed by Dean’s mouth.
The sound seemed to break some kind of spell on the hunter and Dean ripped his mouth away from Castiel’s backing up to the door and pressing himself back against it. Both drew in deep gasping breaths and Dean looked at the debauched angel on his hotel bed.
Castiel’s tie had been undone somehow and was hanging loosely around his throat, his shirt unbuttoned and revealing pale skin as the angel’s chest rose and fell with each breath. The muscles in his stomach tightened and flexed as Castiel drew himself into a sitting position, looking at Dean with clouded eyes.
“Dean?”
Castiel’s voice brought Dean out of whatever state he had been in and the hunter shook his head. “No, that - that shouldn’t have happened. I can’t do this, not this too. Just go, I really can’t look at you right now.”
Castiel swallowed and heaved a heavy sigh, pushing himself up to stand. He moved toward Dean and the hunter flinched away when Castiel moved to touch him. Blue eyes fell and Castiel felt something within him freeze. Pride comes before the fall, he told himself mockingly. And it looked like he was well on his way.
Dropping his hand Castiel stepped back, Dean still not looking at him.
“I’m sorry,”
Dean finally looked up at the sound of flapping wings and the scent of candle wax, but Castiel was already gone.
*
“Finally, some good ‘ole angel action.”
Alastair sat in a small throne of embers he had had one of the damned souls make for him as he watched Lilith check off another mark on their ‘Seven Sins of Thursday’ wall. Lilith had come up with the name, telling Alastair that Castiel was the angel of Thursday. To him it didn’t really matter, but Lilith thought the idea was something of pure genius.
“He seems to be getting to them faster now.” Lilith said gleefully. “It won’t be much longer now before he comes down to play with us.”
There was no torturing of souls going on at the moment, so Lilith and Alastair were taking the ‘time off’ to come up with ways of getting the angel into their domain.
It wasn’t like the moment the seventh sin was committed the angel would just fall into hell. No, they had to be ready. The seven sins were a kind of loophole for the holy to fall through. They couldn’t fall just by committing the seven sins, but it did leave them open for the taking if a strong enough demon was around. But they needed a way to get Castiel away from the Winchester brothers first.
Lilith had a spell and a pretty little trinket that would do just the trick, and Alastair had the demon power and the free time to go up and grab the would-be fallen angel.
It was a perfect plan, but the best part was that the only one who could warn the little trio of goodness was Ruby, and she knew what she was in for if she ruined Lilith’s fun. Their plan would go off without a hitch, and no one would see it coming until it was too late. No one would see it coming until the angel was surrounded by hellfire.
*
Uriel looked at his brother from his place on high, watching silently as the other angel reformed his vessel’s clothing and leaned back against the tree that had housed Anna’s Grace. With a heavy, put upon sigh he gave a mighty flap of his wings and landed beside the Angel of Thursday.
“You walk a dangerous path Castiel,” he said firmly. “If you continue the way you are I will no longer be able to turn a blind eye.”
Castiel looked up at him and Uriel got his first look at his brother’s eyes. It frightened him.
The usually stormy blue had faded to a dimmer gray-blue, and the only word his mind could provide that described that color left him cold. Those eyes looked dead.
“It doesn’t matter anymore Uriel,” Castiel said softly, slipping down the tree trunk to sit at the base. “Dean will no longer see me, and it is not as if Samuel ever had any attachment to me. My own charge had rejected me.”
A growl escaped Uriel and he leaned down to haul Castiel up by the collar of his jacket. “This is all over that mud monkey? You need to let it go Castiel, no human is worth your compromised judgment. We will follow our father’s orders and you will not let your feelings for that Winchester boy cloud your mind.”
Castiel did not look at Uriel as he answered. “If following orders involves abandoning Dean and Samuel then maybe I no longer wish to follow.”
Uriel threw Castiel back into the tree and moved into the other angel’s face. “That is blasphemy at its highest, you follow in the footsteps of Lucifer.”
Castiel looked away and didn’t answer, further upsetting the other angel. But instead of continuing to yell, Uriel simply blew out a long breath and turned away. “May your path be wrought with grief and pain my brother, maybe that will turn you back to your lord.”
Again Castiel didn’t answer, and the flapping of wings followed him as he left.
Castiel looked up at the sky as he slid back down to sit on the dirty ground, legs stretched out in front of him.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. If Ye sees mine soul as being worthy of redemption, do not allow this wretched man to be damned to the darkest corners of Hell where Thine voice shall not reach. Lift me on the wings of angels and carry me into the salvation of Your presence.”
And for the first time, Castiel heard no reply.
tbc...
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Series: Seven Sins of Thursday
Author: villainxatxhert
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: His kind was not supposed to feel... Maybe he wanted to
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, but the seven sins? They totally belong to me
A/N: Next chapter in the Seven Sins Verse... Have fun!
Previous Chapters: Seven Sins Wrath Sloth Envy
The air in Castiel’s lungs left him in a harsh breath when Dean roughly shoved him away. The force of the push sent him tipping back onto the bed he had stood from moment before. With wide eyes he looked up at Dean, wondering if he had completely ruined the opportunity to spend time with the hunter.
Would Dean make him leave?
Why had Dean reacted the way he did?
What was going to happen now?
Dean put a hand to his mouth and closed his eyes before leveling a look at Castiel that the angel had never seen on the man’s face before. It was a mix of so many different emotions that Castiel felt his chest tighten. Why couldn’t he feel all those things that Dean did?
“What-what the hell was that?” Dean asked softly. There was something in his voice that Castiel could not place, and that worried him.
Castiel pushed himself up onto his elbows and tipped his head to one side, “It was a kiss.” He said matter-of-factly. “You allowed Anna the privilege of kissing you.”
Dean ran a shaky hand through his hair and started to pace in front of the bed. “Exactly, I let Anna kiss me. Guys don’t kiss, not like that! Anna said you angels couldn’t feel, so that was what - some kind of monkey-see, monkey-do kind of crap?”
Castiel forced himself to sit up straight and looked Dean in the eye, “It was not a simple copied motion,” he said. “It was the best way I felt to express myself. I felt… envious, of the fact that you had kissed both Anna and Ruby. A demon and a girl you had known barely a day, and yet you will not even look at me. I was the one who saved you, yet you do not even give me a simple moment of your day. A glance with something other then contempt coloring your eyes.”
He had remained silent and still throughout Castiel’s calm tirade, but now Dean shook his head and smiled mirthlessly. “So that’s what this about. Your little angel pride is hurt because I don’t spend enough time with you?”
Castiel tried to answer, but Dean continued before he had a chance to speak.
“You just couldn’t handle the fact that I might actually be enjoying my life. I have to be a good little soldier, right? Can’t have me running off and actually enjoying what’s left of my life, you have to keep me under your thumb. So you thought a kiss would get my attention and keep me here instead of out with someone else?” Dean rounded on Castiel, standing right in front of the angel and leaning down into his personal space.
“Did you really think I would go for you?”
Castiel leaned back, away from Dean. “I was -“
Dean’s hand landed on either side of Castiel as he leaned over the angel, forcing Castiel to fall onto his back again to avoid knocking heads with the hunter.
“You were what?” Dean asked, all his pent up anger finally bubbling to the surface. “You were following orders? Let me guess, god told you to kiss me, right? That excuse doesn’t work with me Cas, ‘cause I know that even you don’t obey every order. But if you want it that bad then fine!”
Their lips were pressed together with a force Castiel hadn’t expected, and he was pressed back into the mattress, mouth open in shock as teeth clicked together. Dean’s right hand slid up his arm to grip tightly on his left shoulder, fingers digging into his skin. Teeth bit at his bottom lip and Castiel tasted blood as Dean forced his tongue into his mouth.
Dean’s other hand moved down the front of his shirt, popping the buttons one handedly until he reached bare skin.
Castiel drew in a deep breath through his nose and arched into Dean’s hand. Dean pulled back for a breath, diving back in quickly after Castiel took his own breath and forcing their mouths together again. Gun callused fingers trailed over Castiel’s chest, tweaking a nipple on their path downwards.
Pleasure spiked through Castiel’s body and a small moan escaped his throat to be swallowed by Dean’s mouth.
The sound seemed to break some kind of spell on the hunter and Dean ripped his mouth away from Castiel’s backing up to the door and pressing himself back against it. Both drew in deep gasping breaths and Dean looked at the debauched angel on his hotel bed.
Castiel’s tie had been undone somehow and was hanging loosely around his throat, his shirt unbuttoned and revealing pale skin as the angel’s chest rose and fell with each breath. The muscles in his stomach tightened and flexed as Castiel drew himself into a sitting position, looking at Dean with clouded eyes.
“Dean?”
Castiel’s voice brought Dean out of whatever state he had been in and the hunter shook his head. “No, that - that shouldn’t have happened. I can’t do this, not this too. Just go, I really can’t look at you right now.”
Castiel swallowed and heaved a heavy sigh, pushing himself up to stand. He moved toward Dean and the hunter flinched away when Castiel moved to touch him. Blue eyes fell and Castiel felt something within him freeze. Pride comes before the fall, he told himself mockingly. And it looked like he was well on his way.
Dropping his hand Castiel stepped back, Dean still not looking at him.
“I’m sorry,”
Dean finally looked up at the sound of flapping wings and the scent of candle wax, but Castiel was already gone.
*
“Finally, some good ‘ole angel action.”
Alastair sat in a small throne of embers he had had one of the damned souls make for him as he watched Lilith check off another mark on their ‘Seven Sins of Thursday’ wall. Lilith had come up with the name, telling Alastair that Castiel was the angel of Thursday. To him it didn’t really matter, but Lilith thought the idea was something of pure genius.
“He seems to be getting to them faster now.” Lilith said gleefully. “It won’t be much longer now before he comes down to play with us.”
There was no torturing of souls going on at the moment, so Lilith and Alastair were taking the ‘time off’ to come up with ways of getting the angel into their domain.
It wasn’t like the moment the seventh sin was committed the angel would just fall into hell. No, they had to be ready. The seven sins were a kind of loophole for the holy to fall through. They couldn’t fall just by committing the seven sins, but it did leave them open for the taking if a strong enough demon was around. But they needed a way to get Castiel away from the Winchester brothers first.
Lilith had a spell and a pretty little trinket that would do just the trick, and Alastair had the demon power and the free time to go up and grab the would-be fallen angel.
It was a perfect plan, but the best part was that the only one who could warn the little trio of goodness was Ruby, and she knew what she was in for if she ruined Lilith’s fun. Their plan would go off without a hitch, and no one would see it coming until it was too late. No one would see it coming until the angel was surrounded by hellfire.
*
Uriel looked at his brother from his place on high, watching silently as the other angel reformed his vessel’s clothing and leaned back against the tree that had housed Anna’s Grace. With a heavy, put upon sigh he gave a mighty flap of his wings and landed beside the Angel of Thursday.
“You walk a dangerous path Castiel,” he said firmly. “If you continue the way you are I will no longer be able to turn a blind eye.”
Castiel looked up at him and Uriel got his first look at his brother’s eyes. It frightened him.
The usually stormy blue had faded to a dimmer gray-blue, and the only word his mind could provide that described that color left him cold. Those eyes looked dead.
“It doesn’t matter anymore Uriel,” Castiel said softly, slipping down the tree trunk to sit at the base. “Dean will no longer see me, and it is not as if Samuel ever had any attachment to me. My own charge had rejected me.”
A growl escaped Uriel and he leaned down to haul Castiel up by the collar of his jacket. “This is all over that mud monkey? You need to let it go Castiel, no human is worth your compromised judgment. We will follow our father’s orders and you will not let your feelings for that Winchester boy cloud your mind.”
Castiel did not look at Uriel as he answered. “If following orders involves abandoning Dean and Samuel then maybe I no longer wish to follow.”
Uriel threw Castiel back into the tree and moved into the other angel’s face. “That is blasphemy at its highest, you follow in the footsteps of Lucifer.”
Castiel looked away and didn’t answer, further upsetting the other angel. But instead of continuing to yell, Uriel simply blew out a long breath and turned away. “May your path be wrought with grief and pain my brother, maybe that will turn you back to your lord.”
Again Castiel didn’t answer, and the flapping of wings followed him as he left.
Castiel looked up at the sky as he slid back down to sit on the dirty ground, legs stretched out in front of him.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. If Ye sees mine soul as being worthy of redemption, do not allow this wretched man to be damned to the darkest corners of Hell where Thine voice shall not reach. Lift me on the wings of angels and carry me into the salvation of Your presence.”
And for the first time, Castiel heard no reply.
tbc...
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