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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Gabriel/Sam_Winchester, Lucifer/Michael_
      (Supernatural), Crowley/Samandriel_(Supernatural)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Castiel_(Supernatural), Gabriel_
      (Supernatural), Lucifer_(Supernatural), Michael_(Supernatural), Crowley_
      (Supernatural), Samandriel_(in_Alfie), Balthazar, Benny_Lafitte, John
      Winchester, Anna_Milton
  Additional Tags:
      Extreme_Underage, Daddy_Kink, Praise_Kink, Tail_Kink, Tail_Sex, Double
      Penetration, w/tail_and_dick, d/s_undertone, Dom/sub, Sub!Dean, Bottom
      Dean, Dom!Castiel, Top_Castiel, Top_Castiel/Bottom_Dean_Winchester, Dean
      in_Panties, Crossdressing, Panties, Angel/Demon_Relationship, Anal_Sex,
      Rimming, Fingering, Masterbation, Come_Marking, Size_Kink, Underage_-
      Freeform, Shota, Wing_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-18 Updated: 2017-09-03 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2276
****** A Demon's Angel ******
by TheWickedMadame_(SilverAngel621)
Summary
     When Seraphim Commander Castiel raided an underworld demon slave
     trade ring, he didn't expect to find a small six year old demon child
     with his wings clipped. The abused child clung to the Angel, smelling
     of cherry pie and the stink of sulfur. Castiel was a warrior,
     hardened by battle and wholly dedicated to his mission. He didn't
     have a child sized place in his life.
     The moment Dean saw the white avenging angel cutting through the mean
     demons, he knew he'd found home. He bullied his way into the Angels
     life. But he don't look to the Angel as a father figure. He yearns
     for the touch of a lover. But Castiel’s family already despises Dean
     because he is a demon. They think him too young, too immature, too
     wild, too everything. And every time Castiel pushes Dean away, it
     brings up old insecurities about his lack of wings.
     But he's not a demon for nothing. They're known to be manipulating
     and sneaky. And Deans got a 3 step plan to seduce the Angel right
     into bed and into him wink wink. And the first step is to show the
     Angel just how seductive a demon can be.
Notes
     Lucifer said “Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven” (or
     there about). So let's reign shall we loves and gents?
     Authors note: There is no rape but it is underage with both parties
     consenting. The sex does not happen when Dean is a child when Castiel
     first meets him but neither will he be 18 when they finally
     consummate it. Kinks abound in this fic, so I hope it wets your
     appetite my lovelies. Any kinks you'd like to see that I have not
     added to the tags, let me know in the comments.
     I do not condone what is portrayed in this fictional story. Please
     heed the tags, I do not intend to trigger anyone with the subjects
     that will be depicted in the story.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
The small demon child peeked up at him from the shelter of his knobby knees,
twin orbs of fire and amber swirling together in a cacophony of both fear and
hope. Castiel had never seen such colored eyes in his lifetime; considering
he’s been alive since the advent of humans that was a very long time. The large
angel commander dropped to his knees so the child didn’t have to strain
himself. There were finger shaped bruises surrounding his thin neck, not to
mention the myriad of red welts peppered all over his naked body. Castiel
unclasped the white cloak around from around his shoulders and draped the heavy
fabric over the shivering child. The child started at first but soon snuggled
into the fabric, his grubby hands unclasping from around his knees to bundle
himself up in the cloak.
“What’s your name?” Castiel asked lowly, mindful that the abused demon child
was in a very fragile state and any wrong move on his part would send the child
into hysterics. He surrounded them with his wings hoping to distract the boy
from everything else that was going on in the cave. The child didn’t need to
see more bloodshed. The other soldiers were cleaning up the mess they had made
of the demons and tracking down the other victims.
But the child’s attention was otherwise occupied, he seemed mesmerized with the
large, sleek wings sprouting from Castiel’s back. The young demon reached out a
tentative hand, eyes darting to Castiel and back to his wings as if asking
permission to touch. Stifling an annoyed sigh, Castiel inclined him head in
permission. No one touched his wings; but he supposed if they offered some
comfort to this child he’d bear through the pawing.
Tiny fingers grasped the ends of his left wing, palms rubbing through the soft
feathers. They were the only soft part of Castiel. The boy continued to play
with the feathers, even going so far as to take the tip of his wing and
bringing it to his face. The boy buried his face into the feathers, sniffing
for Castiel's scent and almost purring as the boy used both hands now to rub
the wing against his grubby face.
“Can I have one?” Castiel would have missed hearing it had he not been looking
at the boy so closely; as it was he only understood what the boy said because
he could read the demon’s lips.
“Give me your name and I’ll let you have ten feathers.” He lost a few every
day, it was no skin off his back if the boy wanted his fallen feathers.
That made the boy smile and Castiel was taken aback. Sweet dimples adorned the
boy’s cheeks rounded with baby fat. “My name is Dean, what’s your name?”
“Castiel,” he grunted out. “I’m going to take you out of here, can you walk?”
But instead of answering him, Dean crawled closer to him and climbed into
Castiel’s lap before winding his arms securely around the the surprised angel’s
neck. He stuck his dirty thumb into his mouth, his wide eyes trained on Castiel
as he pillowed his head on Castiel’s shoulder.
“I’m hungry and sleepy,” the boy mumbled around his thumb, the words garbled
but Castiel got the gist of it. Dean still had a part of Castiel’s wing
clutched in his hand, bending the joints at an awkward and slightly painful
angle. Castiel got on his feet, his arm winding under the demon's bottom to
keep him from falling. He shook off the boy’s fingers and spread his wings back
to their normal rested state. The boy twisted his head to look back at the
wings.
Castiel reached up and circled the boy’s wrist, pulling the hand away from
Dean’s mouth. “Don’t do that, it’s a bad habit,” he admonished. He moved his
arm down to secure it under the boy’s thigh, but a pained whimper stopped him
short.
Even before he could ask, the boy was crying into his neck. “They tried to cut
off my tail…like they did my wings,” Dean whimpered wetly into his ear.
Frowning, Castiel lifted up the blanket seeing that it was already tainted a
bright red. He saw Dean’s limp tail curled around his waist; the base was puffy
and red. There were small cuts near the base as well as a few on the tail. It
would need immediate medical attention but it looked like that it would regain
full function. But what worried Castiel the most were Dean’ later words about
his wings. He pulled at the bunched fabric clutched tight around Dean’s neck
and looked over the boy’s shoulder. Dean sat unresisting in his arms. Short
puffs of hot breath struck his neck intermittently as he sobbed quietly.
Where there should have been small, leathery black wings were bleak little
stubs where the bone had been sawed through. These mutilations were
irreversible. The left over bones would have to be cut through so the boy’s
back would at least be smooth. Pulling the blanket back over the young demon,
Castiel headed out of the cave where the medical team awaited.
“Do you think I look ugly now?” Dean asked dejectedly from his perch. He was
looking up at Castiel with those wide eyes.
“No.” really, what else could he say to him. He was insensitive to a fault.
Some other angels from the agency would be better equipped to handle an
emotionally and physically abused demon. By Castiel’s guess, the boy had
probably been raped (or would have been raped if he and his team hadn't gotten
there in time), beaten, and mutilated. The demon was going out have a lot to
work through.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No.”
The demon huffed and snorted. At least he wasn't crying anymore. But the tears
made Dean’s eyes look so wet and pretty, the dark blond lashes clumping
together. “I don’t believe you. Those men told me that I was ugly. That they
were making me ugly so that no one would want me. the only thing I’d be good at
would to be to suck and fuck cock,” Dean said matter of factly.
The light falter in Castiel’s step was the only indication of his shock. To
hear such frank and vulgar words from such a youth was disconcerting. But he
was not the angel to fix Dean’s damaged psyche. At least all those demons that
had been running the underground slave ring had been slayed.. Those that were
in the leadership position were apprehended and as soon as he got rid of the
kid, he'd be leading their interrogation. He made a note to find out who had
cut off Dean’s wings and pay extra special attention to them. For an angel, the
wings were an integral part of their body. A demons wings rarely developed
enough to be able to let them fly but that didn't mean it was a limb that could
be disposed of.
“You're not ugly,” he finally reassured with a deep sigh. Castiel could feel
the child's eyes on him.
Cocking his head to the side, Dean pursed his lips in thought. “So you think
I'm pretty?” Dean smiled mischievously, his arms tightening around Castiel’s
neck.
An automatic no almost tripped off his tongue but then he'd be refuting his
earlier utterances. He'd seen this before. Victims of intense abuse latching
onto their savior, seeing them in a romantic light just because they had been
saved. And Dean, who had been shown such little kindness in his young life was
bound to latch onto the first scraps of kindness thrown his way. If Castiel
shot the kid down bluntly and crassly, as he was wont to do, them he'd only add
to the damage done to the kid. But he couldn't exactly foster the kids crush on
him. So he just grunted and kept walking towards the awaiting medic, more than
ready to hand over the kid and see to the duties that didn't involve fragile
demons in need of a hero. Some torture sounded nice.
Anna, one of the best first responder medics that the archangel Gabriel, his
brother had trained personally held out her arms when Castiel stood in front of
her.
“What's the damage?” She asked, placing a tentative hand on the child's back.
But before she could do so, Castiel leaned back a bit and let her hand hang in
the air.
Shaking his head, Castiel instinctively tightened his hold on the boy. “The
demons cut off his wings, there's some wing bone that needs to be shaved off.”
Dean shoved his face into Castiel’s neck, nosing around behind his ear as he
quietly listened to the angel’s clinical explanation. “They also tried to cut
off his tail but it seems to be functioning. Take his statement, try to get
names and details if you can.”
Anna nodded sympathetically. She had more experience in this sort of thing so
Castiel felt more than confident in leaving Dean in her care. Stamping down the
small smidgen of reluctance, Castiel forcibly pulled the boy away from him and
made to hand him over. “His name is Dean,” he added in an afterthought.
But as soon as Annas hands wrapped around Dean's middle, the boy started
screeching like a banshee. His small legs kicked out at Anna, his right feet
hitting Annas pinky finger and breaking the bone. The female angel bit back a
curse, staring in wide eyed amazement when the formerly placid demon child
bared his canines at her and hissed.
“Dean, Dean!” Castiel yelled at the boy, being forced to take a few steps back
so that Anna wouldn’t be hit by the boys flailing legs. “Dammit, Dean, she's
not going to hurt you. She's here to help you.”
Dean only quietened down when they were five feet away from Anna. “She's trying
to take me away from you.” Dean threw a venomous glare at Anna then turned
adoring eyes on Castiel. “I want you to stay with me.” He pressed his dirty
cheek to Castiel’s and rubbed up and down. The stubble on his cheeks abraded
the child's soft cheek but Dean took comfort in it.
Seeing the interaction, Anna smirked at the horrified expression on Castiel’s
face. A few of his subordinates had been alarmed at the commotion and now stood
behind their commander with barely suppressed mirth plain on their war hardened
faces. Growing aware of the sudden attention they were garnering, Castiel
flushed an unbecoming pink and glared at Anna who was openly chuckling. The
child continued to be oblivious to everything but the angel he was nuzzling
with his cheek.
“I..uh…” Castiel kept faltering, at a loss for what to say. And Anna was no
help, holding her hands up and shrugging.
“Hey, look at me for a minute, okay?” Castiel cajoled, tuning the amused
murmurs behind him out of his head. Dean turned his large orbs to Castiel’s and
blinked expectantly. “Anna here is going to take care of your tail and your
wounds okay? I don't do that, I'm not trained for that.” He was trained for
that, but not as extensively as Anna.
“You want to use your tail again don't you? And get clean? You'll be able to
get hot bath and put on clean clothes…eat something.” Castiel kept unwavering
eye contact with Dean. The boy bit his lip indecisively, shrinking back against
Castiel until the boys stomach rumbled loudly.
“You'll come back? I’ll show you all the tricks I can do with my tail,” Dean
said hopefully. Forcing a smile, Castiel nodded. He walked back to Anna and
handed him over. Dean dug his blunt nails into Castiel's neck before
reluctantly letting go.
“Wait!” Dean yelled just as Castiel turned to his men. Heaving a great big
sigh, Castiel looked back at Dean and frowned. “What?” He barked, getting
impatient with the boys clinginess. He had demons to torture!
Anna frowned at Castiel’s short tone and was just about to reprimand her
superior when Dean spoke up. He was unperturbed by Castiel’s tone. “You said
you'd give me ten feathers. I want them now,” he demanded.
Right now, he'd be willing to hand over a limb if the kid would just go with
Anna quietly. Reaching back, he pulled out a few of the larger and fluffier
feathers, ones that were bound to shed in the next few days. He suppressed a
pained wince as the feathers were pulled free and handed the handful to Dean.
But the demon child surprised him again as Dean plucked only a single feather.
Running the feather against his cheek, dirtying the white feather immediately,
Dean smiled at him. “I only want one now. You can give me the other nine when
you come to see me. And you have to come see me because you promised. Okay?”
Castiel found that he couldn't say no to that serious face so he nodded. Dean
beamed.
Anna turned back on him, Dean looking back at Castiel over his shoulder. The
female medic spread her dark grey wings but Dean kept his attention on Castiel.
As Anna lifted off, Dean held up the hand that wasn't holding the feather and
waived. His face fell when Castiel turned back without waving back.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Hello all, I really wanted to continue this story but then life in general said
fuck you to those plans. But a wonderful reader word_smith_94 has decided to
pick up this story and she will be finishing it :).
Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/11982549
It's under the same title.
End Notes
     Lucifer said “Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven” (or
     there about). So let's reign shall we loves and gents? And the first
     step to attaining that goal is to comment below ;)
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