Destiel
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Castiel slammed himself aggressively against the bars of his cell, his wings splayed out wide.
"You will regret this!" He spat, glaring darkly at the demon guards who watched him with disgustingly amused and smug looks.
"Pretty angel, all bark and no bite." One sneered. "You'll give up that nasty attitude soon enough." They chuckled to themselves and stalked away, and Castiel heard a door closing heavily. He sighed and paced his cell.
"You're only making it worse." A masculine voice rose from Castiel's left, pausing him in his tracks. He glanced over to the adjacent cell and in the dim torchlight he could just make out the silhouette of another angel.
"What would you know?" Castiel growled.
The figure let out a bitter laugh. "Buddy, I've been here a long time. I know plenty."
There was a pause.
"I'm Dean, by the way, your new cell mate."
Castiel, an alpha captain of the angel army, is ambushed and captured by demons during a patrol. He slowly gets to know the omega angel kept beside him, even falling in love with Dean. But the demons are growing more violent and cruel, and as much as Castiel loves Dean, he fears he won't be able to save him. Time is running out.
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"I believe Dean is in a bad way." Crowley spoke softly, afraid Dean may hear him from the other room. Sam and Castiel looked on between the demon and the doorway to the communal showers.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked, concern and anger written all over his face.
Crowley didn't have to look at the angel, he knew Cas knew what he meant. He probably had for a while, but Sam kept staring at him, unsure and so scared for Crowley's answer.
"I'm afraid they may have...taken certain liberties..." It felt strange to say it, forbidden as the act itself, but it was all Crowley could muster, his own throat tightening around the words.
"What?" Same was utter horrified. "What?" He asked again, his voice louder, shaking as the words fell past his lips. "Oh my god..." He turned around, the stone in his stomach that had slowly been forming now weighing him down with nausea and regret.
If only they had rescued him sooner.