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Angels and Demons	By : Kuragari75 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's note/Edit: Hey just a heads up, I changed Balthazar's wing color. I forgot I had said it was gold but now it's brass. Also, I changed the end of the chapter to something a bit more in character for Dean. I reread this several times and just felt he was a little too OOC at the end so I had to fiddle with it. Enjoy! and sorry it's been a while.

"I gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."

Castiel knew as soon as the words left his mouth that he had only confused the mortal more. The green eyes were boring into him, demanding more information.

"What exactly does that mean?" the hunter's voice was scratchy and Castiel absently noted that he should have food and water brought. He took a moment to try and organize his thoughts, having never been asked to explain what a Soul Bond was before.

"When I placed my hand upon you, I performed what my people call a 'Soul Bond.' It is when a Seraph imprints a mortal's soul with their grace, effectively fusing part of the mortal's life-force with part of the Seraph's."

Dean stared at him for a long time, seemingly trying to absorb and understand what he had just been told.

"So there's a part of your... soul, fused with my soul?" he asked slowly. Castiel nodded. It wasn't entirely accurate but he doubted he could explain it better. "And this bond that you did, without asking, how long does it last?"

"It is permanent, Dean," Castiel answered calmly. "It will last for the rest of your life." He could almost feel the mortal's anger rising.

"And I have to remain here for all of that time?"

"Most likely, yes."

"So, what?" Dean exploded, looking at him in disgust. "I'm here to be your slave? Is that it?!"

"You are here as my guest." Castiel answered, letting some steel creep into his voice. A slave? He found the very idea repulsive.

"I'm not a guest! I'm a prisoner!"

"Would you rather I return you to Alastair's care?" he said, his voice level but hard. Did the hunter really prefer endless torture? There was a long pause in which Dean lost most of the color in his face. Castiel was worried for a moment that the man was going to pass out.

"Why did you do it?" he asked quietly, his voice having lost much of it's bite. The threat of being back on the rack seemed to have deflated most of his anger. Castiel softened his own tone in response, trying to let the hunter know he didn't actually have any intention of sending him back into Hell.

"It was the only way I could free you from Prince Lucifer. He has a minimal bond with all prisoners, showing that he is the one that commands all of their fates. By preforming the Soul Bond, I superseded his and now I decide what happens to you, not him."

"And he just... let you do that?" Dean asked, looking a little concerned, but only a little.

"In truth, I went through with it without much forethought, but once it is done, it cannot be undone. He had little say in the matter though I doubt he, or Prince Michael, were pleased. Though they allowed it, in the end," he said, calmly leaving out that the bond was actually forbidden to his people for many reasons.

"What would have happened if they hadn't?"

"We both would have been executed."

Dean's eyes widened at that, and he looked ready to shout some more, but he paused, and Castiel could only guess that he was thinking if he would've chose death over more torture. He swallowed hard and held his tongue.

"Dean, if you are here, and do not try to escape, I can guarantee you will never be harmed again. You will be well taken care of."

"In exchange for what?" the hunter's answer was suspicious, but less abrasive then before.

"I expect nothing from you in return," Castiel answered honestly. he hadn't done what he'd done to gain a slave. He hoped in time that Dean would see that. Just then, he heard Balthazar's voice in his mind informing him a meeting had been called for all commanders.

"I have been summoned to a council. Rest here for now. I'll have some food and new attire brought for you and we will talk further when I return."

"Wait..." Dean started, but the Angel was already out the door, shutting it heavily behind him. Dean could hear some sort of locking mechanism slide into place and the door seemed to melt into the wall. He walked over, running his hands over where he knew the seam had been but found nothing. If he hadn't just seen it for himself, he never would've known there was a door there.

He turned back to his prison, looking aver all the sparse furnishing and boring ass atmosphere. He tried to tell himself it could be worse, and it sounded like Castiel had taken a risk bringing him here, but somehow it only helped to anger him. His fate shouldn't be in the hands of any of these bastards! And now he was fucking BOUND to one! By his soul no less! His God-damned soul!

Growling, Dean strode over to the writing desk, hefted the small chair and threw it with all his might at the nearest window. Instead of the satisfying shattering of glass, the chair splintered and broke against what he could only guess was another force-field. The window barely even rattled as the chair split into several pieces.

Even more furious that he couldn't even break a damned window, Dean grabbed a chair leg and started swinging at where the door had been. He smirked at the hole that started forming in the oh-so-pretty white plaster, and he swung even harder trying to widen it. Every bit of wall that fell away was a small victory and soon Dean was actually smiling.

That was until he had a good basketball sized hole, pulled back for another swing, and it vanished right before his eyes. The wall melted back together in less than a second, leaving Dean gaping at a completely untouched wall.

Yelling in frustration, he threw the piece of wood at the wall, watching as the dent fixed itself just as quickly and he turned away. He just stood there breathing hard for a few minutes, his mind raging at the helplessness of his situation as he stared at the carpet beneath his toes.

"Feeling a bit unstable, are we?" a smug British voice sounded from behind him. Dean spun around wishing he'd kept the chair leg, any weapon better than no weapon, to find a blonde Seraph looking at him with one eyebrow raised and an amused smirk.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked angrily, backing slightly toward the fireplace. The man's smile just got bigger and somehow more condescending.

“Well I see your manners are exactly as rumored,” he said in a sarcastic tone, his wings flicking a little in irritation, causing the bronze feathers to flash in the light. "And for your information, I'm Balthazar, Second-in-command for Castiel's legion."

"Wait... his what?" Dean asked in shock. "Castiel has a legion?"

The Seraph, Balthazar, looked at him like he was the biggest idiot on Earth.

"He's Commander Castiel of the First Legion serving under Garrison Commander Raphael," he answered slowly as if talking to the mentally challenged. "He'll become Garrison Commander in the, however unlikely, event of Raphael's defeat."

Dean suddenly remembered Castiel being addressed as 'Commander' by the little bitch-demon in his prison cell. Why hadn't he noticed that sooner?

“I take it you hairless apes haven 't figured out the identities of the Garrison Commanders,” the blonde said in mock surprise. Dean renewed his glare at the cocky Seraph.

“Did you need something oh 'second-in-command.'” He snapped angrily. The blonde raised an unimpressed eyebrow before motioning behind him to a small girl Dean hadn't noticed before. She was laden down with a tray of food and change of clothing.

“Food, water and clothes,” Balthazar said, nodding to the girl who moved to place everything on the desk in the corner. “Your host has better manners that you ever will.”

Dean was about to come back with a scathing retort, but the Seraph and the girl were gone out the door before he could form the words and the damn metly-into-wall-lock-a-majig sealed it behind them. Dean shouted every single cuss word he knew into the empty room until he was out of breath and his throat was even more sore.

Finally he turned to the tray of food, reluctantly picking up the glass of water. He wanted to refuse it, all of it, but his pride was outweighed by the dryness of his mouth. The cool liquid soothed his sore throat and he sighed happily. His stomach growled loudly as he looked over the spread of bread, fresh fruit, and a steaming bowl of some sort of stew that were also on the tray. The clothes next to it consisted of a dark green shirt and simple cotton pants that felt light and soft.

Somehow, this all felt too good to be true. Dean really wasn't buying the whole 'helped him for the sake of helping him' bit, and he knew he couldn't let his guard down. There had to be a way out of here. And he would find it.

Besides, Sammy and his Dad were still looking for him, surely. He didn't know how much they could do against the capitol city, but if there was one thing he knew it was that his brother would do anything to find him. One way or another, he would get out of here.

He drank another glass of water, forcing himself to ignore the food and clean clothes. It was a small act of rebellion but it was all he could muster up right now.

He went back outside to sit on the balcony, telling himself over and over that he would get out of this. He would find his bitch of a brother, alive, whole, and infuriating. They would carry on hunting with they're dad and Bobby and everything would go back to normal.

He looked back down at the hand print on his shoulder that he still didn't fully understand and sighed.

Something told him that even if he did manage to escape, his life had just become way more complicated in ways he couldn't even perceive yet.

“Son of a Bitch.”

Note: I should have a new chapter soon sorry it's been so long. planning the next one from Sam's PoV so we'll se how that goes.if you're still with me thank you! and I am so sorry I'm so slow!
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