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This was never Castiel's idea. In fact, it was Gabriel's, his overly-enthusiastic and somewhat insane brother. Sure, Castiel found the angels gorgeous, and more than wanted one - he just never thought owning one would be good for him. Gabriel insisted ('Come on, Cassie! You can't be alone forever! Live a little!') and here they were, at an angel adoption. Castiel grumbled beneath his breath as he stepped out of Gabriel's car, looking up towards the large tent that housed the event. "I can't believe you're making me do this, Gabriel." Castiel mutters. Gabriel just laughs.
Castiel casts a wary glance at his brother. Gabriel doesn't seem to notice - he just strides inside the tent like he owns the place. Which, considering Gabriel, Castiel wouldn't be surprise. He walks in as well, stunned by just how many people were inside. Not to mention the angels scattered around the room in sections; the submissive - also known as omega - angels on one corner of the room, the alpha angels on the other. Seperating the two are the 'neutral' angels, not really given a title to what they are other than, well, neutral. Castiel's not the type to want someone to take lead, nor does he want just a companion, so he turns towards the submissive angel side.
There's very few submissive angels left, since they're in high demand. Most owners have no interest in alphas, and some intrest in neutrals; but the submissives are always the first to go. He glances into the few cages left, appraising and calculating - the first is a small female with mousy-brown hair and a pinched face. He continues on his way, as he has no interest in females. Everywhere he looks there's nothing but female submissives, which is to be expected, as most male angels are alphas, but he finds it disappointing. There had to be at least one male submissive angel left, right? He's looking for Gabriel when he catches a flash of white-gold wings from the corner of his eye. Instantly, he finds himself drawn toward those wings, in a cage at the far back corner, more shadowed and covered than the rest. As he stops in front of it, a pair of haunting eyes look up at him.
They're green - a green that shimmies between the scales of light and dark, never quite choosing a single colour. They take his breath away. Castiel drops down to get a closer look, and when he looks inside, another pair of eyes meet his. They're not green this time, but hazel, bordering on gold. Those take his breath away, too. The other angel's wings, from what Castiel can tell, are black and silver, the opposite of the white and gold angel's wings. Green-eyed angel sidles closer, until his fingers are wrapped around the front of the cage, brushing Castiel's.
"Hi," green eyes says, in a voice Castiel was not expecting. It's soft and yet has an edge to it, the type of edge that makes Castiel wonder. Why does green eyes have such an edge to his voice, something so rough and suspicious?
"Hello." Castiel replies softly, not taking his fingers away as green eyes carefully touches his fingers.
"I'm Dean." Green eyes (No, Dean, Castiel corrects himself) says, and then looks behind his shoulder. Gold eyes is shifting and whimpering softly, and Dean smiles. "It's okay, Sammy - he's not gonna hurt us. He's not Al -" Dean breaks off and looks to Castiel in terror, realizing he almost made the mistake of saying an old master's name in front of a possible new master.
Castiel smiles reassuringly, "It's okay. I don't mind you mentioning past masters." He promises, pulling his hand back.
Dean whimpers at the loss of contact, but instead latches on to gold-eyes. "He's not Alastair, Sammy. I wouldn't let that happen to us again. I can tell that he.. he's good." Sam looks up to Castiel and then wiggles out of Dean's arms, moving toward Castiel until he can look clearly at him.
"Okay. I agree. He is good. Nothing like Alastair. I'm Sam, by the way. Dean insists on calling me Sammy though..." He trails off. Sam's voice is even more surprising than Dean's - it's light, but filled with sorrows, worse sorrows that Dean's carried, and it makes Castiel's heart ache.
"Well then," Castiel hums. "I should probably tell you my name's Castiel. You can call me that, if you wish." Then Castiel finds himself continuing on his words, "Would you like to come home with me? Both of you?" And shit. Where did that come from?
Dean and Sam don't even hesitate. "Yes."
By the time Gabriel finds his way back to Castiel, he's stunned to see his younger brother with two submissive angels wrapped around him like his own personal blanket. The taller one, who towers over Castiel, looks over at Gabriel and tenses. Gabriel holds his hands up in a non-threatening manner and assesses the taller submissive angel a bit more. Not only is he tall but he's built nicely, dark brown hair contrasting against lightly tanned skin. Hazel eyes that sometimes flash gold draw his attention, but what draws his attention away from the tall submissive's eyes are his wings. They're huge, billowing and elegant things that brush along the floor. On top of that, they're a stunning black and silver.
Gabriel then turns his eyes to the second submissive angel. He's shorter than the first angel but taller than Castiel, and that's saying something, because Castiel is pretty tall himself. He then continues to let his eyes roam over the angel - just as well built as the other, with shockingly green eyes (they're like malachite, he muses) and a close-cut crop of golden wheat coloured hair. He's tanner than the other, with plush lips and a self-confident air about him. His wings are also large, white and gold brushing along the floor before opening wide, wrapping around Castiel.
"Are you done, Gabriel?" Castiel says softly, cutting Gabriel's thoughts off.
"Oh. Shit. Sorry Cassie. I wasn't, you know... Thinking anything bad of them. I was merely.. inspecting them." Which, in a way, was true.
"Right, right." Castiel grumbles, "Come on, let's go." He gently hooks a finger around the two angel's collars, leading them out of the tent with some haste. The angels follow willingly, the two stretching their wings out to wrap around eachother. Black crosses over white and then they're out of the tent, and Gabriel curses before jogging to catch up.
After a short drive, Gabriel drops Castiel off at his place, then heads out to his own. He hopes that Castiel will be happy now that he's not alone.
Castiel breathes out a sigh of relief as he escapes Gabriel's grasp and then turns to Sam and Dean. The brother angels at eying him curiously, heads tilted in almost unision, wing still overlapping. Castiel shrugs, "He's my brother. I have to love him." He offers in explanation.
Dean looks up at Sam, "Yeah, I understand."
Castiel grins and sighs in contentment, "Come on, you two. Let's get you settled." He takes Dean's hand and then Sam's, leading them toward his mansion. Mansion might be an understatement, since it's more.. well, it's just huge. Even he's not quite sure about the dimensions of the place. They mount the steps and walk up two by two until they're at the door, where Castiel releases both of their hands and presses his hand to the door. It clicks open, then swings inward automatically, allowing entrance.
The surprised inhales from both Sam and Dean are enough to tell him they haven't had the best homes ever. Then again, his mansion is stunning. It's all light, polished marble, dark wood, blacks and grays, pleasant colours that aren't overpoweringly bright, but not dull. Sam and Dean turn around, once, inspecting their surroundings, and then back to Cas.
"We - this is our home now?" Sam questions, and Dean shoots him a look. Dean says nothing though, and eyes Castiel curiously. He wasn't sure how Castiel would want them to behave, so he was being the quiet, good submissive he had been told to be. Sam, however.. didn't have as much restraint. Dean supposes that's because Alastair's brother, Azazel, treated Sam like a king more than a hole. However, Dean wasn't as lucky. Alastair took delight in torturing Dean, and Azazel just saw Dean as another hole. Drawing out of his thoughts, Dean turned his attention to Castiel once again.
"Yeah, Sam, this is your home now. Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable while I go get you guys some food. I'm sure you hungry, no?" Castiel asks, earning an enthusiastic 'yes!' from Sam and a gentle, innocent nod from Dean before Dean's green eyes drop to the floor again. Castiel frowns, edging forward and gently places a finger beneath Dean's chin, tilting his head up. "What's wrong?" He asks, and Dean shakes his head.
"Nothing." Dean responds. Castiel can tell he's lying, but he says nothing. Instead, he just nods. "Alright then." He backs up, "Do whatever you wish, just don't leave the living room, okay? I'm not in the mood to go looking for a lost angel in this giant place." He laughs.
Castiel points to the living room and watches the two angels go, then turns and goes to the kitchen. He quickly throws together two simple sandwiches, since he's not sure how much the angels were fed there and didn't want to overwhelm them. He also grabs two glasses of water and heads back to the living room, focusing on the table and then carefully setting things down. He'd been juggling the two glasses and plates dangerously, but he managed not to drop anything and he let out a sigh of relief. When he looked over he saw Sam curled up on the singular seat and Dean curled up on the floor below Sam, his wings pulled tight around him.
"Dean?" Castiel asks, wandering over and crouching down. "You know you don't have to be on the floor, right? I don't want you to.. think that I'm one of those types." Dean ignores him, or maybe he doesn't reply completely... But it's enough to make Castiel sigh and gently tilt Dean's head towards him again. "Honestly. I promise. I'm know you guys are more than just 'animals' as everyone else sees you." He runs a hand through Dean's hair, the soft strands flexing beneath his fingers.
"You promise, Cas?" Dean breathes softly, shifting so he can sit facing Castiel, his wings fluttering open. Hope is written on every inch of him; in his posture, his tiny smile, the way his wings lift the tiniest bit.
"Yeah, Dean. I promise." Castiel says, and then Dean's suddenly hugging him and nuzzling against his neck. Castiel sighs and looks up at Sam, who seems almost upset about being left out of the hug. "C'mere, Sam." He says, and Sam drops down and sits beside Castiel, pressing against his side. "You're both safe here, okay? Whatever happened to you, it's not gonna happen again."
Dean's wings encircle all of them, a soft content noise echoing out of his throat. It's a pleasing noise and Castiel wants to hear more of it, so he just holds Dean close before moving his hands around to stroke Dean's wings. Dean begins to purr, nuzzling up to Castiel more. With soft, sure movements Castiel moves towards the base of Dean's wings, gently stroking the two bumps that are at the base of Dean's wings. Suddenly, the scent of apples, cinammon, and vanilla fills the air and a sticky goo is on his fingers. Castiel breathes in deep, because Dean's shuddering in his arms and mewling pathetically, lipping at Cas's neck. "Oh, shit." Castiel breathes.
He'd just triggered Dean's mating instinct.