MEME FILL: :To the highest bidder 2/2

[szarabasjka]

szarabasjkaFill to this PROMPT, sorry for the long wait

Tittle:To the highest bidder

Pairing: NONE

Characters: Dean W Sam W Castiel, OM (as in monsters)C

Kinks: violence, restrains, wingking, protective!Dean protective!Sam, hurtCastiel, guiltySam, angryDean, objectification, H/C

A/N: I'm sorry for the twisting and modifying of deities and real lore.
Part ONE

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They were groomed to the liking of Birján, Dean and Sam dressed in leather trousers and shirtless, anti possession tattoos on display, on their knees and with their hands bounded behind their backs, in a submissive position; muscles rubbed with oil so they were gleaming and perfect, but one touch from the auctioneer and every scar, every wound, every mark they ever had was visible.

“These hunters were bred for the only purpose to give archangels perfect vessels, you’re not only buying infamous killers and valuable pieces in case you need a spare, one of them was the carrier of the mark of Cain, was attached to Darkness, has angel grace in him, the brightest soul in heaven and hell and is the biblical Righteous man.”  Everyone let out sounds and admiring sounds. “And he’s brave and loyal to a fault, he’s the perfect human designed by God.” The auctioneer moved with the group to the other hunter. “This one has demon blood in him, and was used by both, an angel and a demon, he swings the both ways, one can say…” everybody in the room laughed before Sam. “If Lucifer King of Hell were to be released this is what he’ll be wearing.”

“Anti possession tattoos.” Someone mentioned. “They’re branded in angel’s grace.”

The auctioneer turned to the glass at the top of the room, Birján must be there, dean thought. “Not any angel, this one, the fallen one, rebellious angel, who once was the new God; Do you remember the angel’s rain? Heaven’s locked? His entire fault! And all that because of these hunters.”

AAAh’s and OOHH’s filled the room as more and more interested buyers got close to Castiel; He as dressed in plain white scrubs, pretty much like the ones he wore at the mental hospital, his eyes open, blinking angry to everyone of them, his mouth closed by an order of the auctioneer, people touched him and started talking as if he were an animal. “His vessel is so small… is his entire grace in there?” someone asked and was answered that Yes whatever grace this angel had was contained in there.

“Pathetic indeed, look at how worn is his light.”

“Imagine their faces if I chain him and carry him around.”

“IS he functional?” A woman asked, the rest of her group giggled stupidly. “All of it? The entire vessel?” the auctioneer said yes and all of them smiled. “Can we see?” more giggles, “his…. ” and she made a motion with her finger towards Cas’ crotch.

“Sure Madame…” the guy moved closer, his flashy nifty suit and fitted perfectly, leather gloves on at all times, with a flash of his fingers Castiel clothes disappeared. “His… seed, is also angelic, it could be used for…”

“WE know…” the group of giggly women finally spoke and the hunters noticed they were attached, all of them were joined at the hips, all five of them. “Can we have a sample? Could you milk him for us?” one of the woman bent down looking straight to Castiel’s cock before licking her lips, the rest of them making lustful noises.

Another costumer huffed. “If they get to sample him I want something too, I want some grace, I bet you -from all- know how to tear a piece…”

“My Sire wants some blood too.”

“Is my money no good here? I’ll pay anything you want for some tears… I need them NOW!!” yelled a guy in a thick South American Spanish accent. “My government is willing to pay…!!!”

Shouts and yells, offers and threats filled the room, and the poor auctioneer couldn’t stop them all. “Please, please… ladies and gentlemen… please…”

Someone moved to touch Castiel as the guy in charge was surrounded by the buyers and Cas’ mouth and eyes flashed white-blue light and the woman flew across the room with a blood freezing shrill. The room got quiet as Dean chuckled low.

“I beg you all, go back to the auction room, I have to deal with this now…” Castiel was using his grace to make more and more costumers fly away as he screamed, he did his best to keep the chains in place so Dean and Sam weren’t hurt, but the thugs on them were enough to make them groan in pain.

The costumers walked hastily to the door followed by some of the staff members and the auctioneer turned to Castiel. “Stupid Beast!!” the guy removed his leather gloves and his hand glowed green before Castiel was pushed down on the floor, arms still held up as his joints cracked. “Stay still.” Castiel fought not even caring that every pull hurt the Winchesters.

“Unleash me!”

The man let him go and moved to the hunters. “I can’t touch you, but these insignificant fragile things will pay for you…” Castiel stopped fighting right there, when the man held a knife to Sam’s throat. “I’ll kill him first, after all only his soul is valuable, and I’ll make you watch as we dismember him and sell him in pieces…” and smacking Dean’s head down added. “Are we clear?”

“LUG!” Birján called from the door. “Some costumers are leaving, get things ready we’re starting right now…” and to one of the staff members. “Did you found the car?” the man nodded. “Fine, get the entire vault here.” The man nodded again and started his way to the door. “We’ll get them ready surrounded by their weapons, it would be impossible to resist buying them with extra toys.” Birján raised a hand and then turned to Castiel as Lug left the room and the boss turned to Castiel. “You little angel, you better behave, because Lug may be patient with you, but not me, I’ve had enough of your childish games.”

“Let us Go, or you’ll pay for this…” Castiel mumbled.

Birján let out a humorless laugh as he got up; a snap of his fingers and Castiel’s clothes reappeared he blinked at him looking into blue eyes, then dusting his pants turned around and left the room. “No.. I’m the house and the house never loses.” As he moved Castiel fixed his eyes on Sam and Dean both breathing hard as they stretched their limbs as best as they could in their restrains.

***

The threats did worked on Castiel, he stopped fighting to spare the boys pain.
The auction started with the virgin from virgin blood, and she was sold for eight thousand souls and the bones of a saint; A real one from the *hard to get* ones. The girl screamed and begged when a creature dean supposed was a Djin got close and inhaled something out of her.

Then they auctioned the murdered covered in the blood of  a mother. But people kept coming and going checking on the arsenal the boys had at their feet.

“What are those guys?” Sam let out in wonder when Lug held a politician asking for a special kind of whore and sent him back with a flick of his wrist. “you don’t have the money to pay for her, nor your soul; that was the deposit, how did you got in here?”

“Birjän is celtic, a demigod, he’s patron of gambling and lies and commerce…” let out Castiel. “Heaven fought them; I was told they were exterminated.”

Dean sighed. “Damn Angels that can’t do anything…” Castiel almost chuckled at it, he had been given a sip of Navia’s cup and he was far more calmed.

“The other one; is another ancient deity, the God without a job… he’s always ready for chaos and mayhem.”

Sam groaned as he tried to straighten his back in the too small cage. “How do we kill them?”

Dean snorted. “Angel blade…” Sam gave him a bitch face. “Angels killed them Sam, they have to carry a weapon that could do that.”
Both boys turned to the display of their arsenal, in a leather sheet Dean had five angel blades, collected during diverse times. “Damn…” Dean looked at Sam and made a pained face, then to Cas and he looked resolute, he moved and

By the time Castiel was carried to the front he was restless and it was only the threat of Lug against the boys what made him behave.

“What are you looking at dog…” he said as he passed pushing dean back with his Knee.

“A dead ancient god…” Dean said.  The guy looked at him surprised and then smirked.

“Smart little monkey…” He let out as he pushed the hunter back once more.

***
The Hall went quiet as Castiel was settled, but the interest shown early had died down. “the angel offered, is THE angel that caused apocalypse and pretty much every Supernatural event in the last decade.”

But no bid was heard. “We’ll start with the tablet of God…” he said pointing to a mousey girl on a corner and she nodded. It was nothing, absolutely nothing; they anticipated at least four times that. “anyone else? Remember he’s in his original vessel.” Nothing

“How do I know he’s… complete?” A man in a red suit said from the shadows his face hidden completely, the demon I require to free needs the feathers of his wings.
Birjän looked at Lug and nodded. Lug moved taking off gloves and touching Castiel, he howled in pain as his grace was shown, eyes
glowing mouth illuminated and dark shadow wings in full display,

Feathers were new and soft, in a dark maroon color, not yet the once beautiful long dark ones but they were almost grown back, Sam gasped in surprise while Dean pulled harder on is left wrist, he’s had it luxated so many times it was easy to do it in purpose, except it hurt like a mother.  Of course it was not relevant if one of his brothers was at risk; Dean pulled as hard as he could and his wrist snapped out of place making it slimmer so it just slipped off of his cuff, in one fast movement he pulled a small knife and was back in place when one of the staff turned at them because of the slight movement; the knife went straight to Sam’s hand after Dean worked on his other wrist. Then noticed how it left Castiel’s arms a little bit less tense.

Castiel was in pain and he looked ahead to the crowd, hair wet with sweat and his entire body hurting; all his old injuries showing, even the one that killed Jimmy Novak. “You can also find a lot of enochian sigils all over his skin and bones…. And the remaining grace of another three angels and a leviathan…Now…” and the auctioneer let out a chuckle. “Do I have another offer?” The man who asked for his wings raised a hand and smiled.

“Caravaggio’s secret paint.” Birjän rose from a chair. “The one that inspired Wilde’s story…” once more gasps and whispers filled the room, as the public looked up to the man.

“Lug” called Birjän. “quiet him” and Lug did something to silence Castiel’s cries. Sam tightened his jaw seeing that, as Dean cursed under his breath.

The Mousey girl got up. “Nostradamus, unbounded…” gasps and claps were the answer. “he’s been predicting Donald Trump for years. He’s so annoying…”

“The real crown of thorns.” Shouted the guy in red showing glowing red eyes to match.

“What about your lives…” the entire room turned and saw Dean Winchester standing, holding two angel blades as Sam stood behind him
holding another one on his hands and the leather sheet with yet more of those same shiny blades.

It was Chaos, people and creatures shouting and running. Dean moved ahead and swinging the blades at the same time crossed them and double stabbed Birjän in the thorat, the guy groaned and gurgling blood fell to the floor, Sam went specifically for those who bought from them, there was no way they’d let the creatures take humans and others from here.

In minutes most of the attendees have lost their heads and many staff members too, those who look innocent like the one who captured them.

Lug ran to Castiel and held his wing with his bright green hand making him groan and whimper exhausted. “No…” he mumbled and tried to pull himself free, somewhere behind them the chains that held Dean and Sam not long ago rattled.

“Stay back Hunter or your precious angel will never fly again…” Dean’s eyes kept fix on Castiel’s, Cas’ eyes were filled with fear and
hope, how can someone who went through all that still have hope?  Then those blue eyes flew from Dean to behind him where Sam was slaying creatures with both hands. Some of the staff members ran to Dean trying to stop him, and it was more like a dance than a fight how gracious and effortless he made it look, Lug was desperate looking for a way out; he should’ve never accepted Birjän’s plan.
“you’re coming with me, you’re my life insurance…” he let out as he dragged Castiel by his wing.

“Dean!!” Sam shouted as he ran to them. Dean threw the last man to the floor and moved closer to Lug.

“Let him go.”

“If I Do… I want to leave this place unharmed.”

Dean pointed his blade covered in blood to his enemy. “You’re dead, no matter what, even if you get to escape, if you have as much as tussled a feather of his wings I’ll hunt you and kill you.”

“Let me go and he’ll leave… once I’m safe.”

Dean looked at Castiel. “Cas?”

“Kill him…” Dean smiled tightening the grip of the blade and in two movements slid it across Lug’s throat.

“Cas!” Dean ran to him before the body even hit the floor. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you heal yourself?” Castiel tried to answer, finally to stop his questions held his arm and Dean calmed.

“Cas!!” Sam was by his side too, both hunters covered in blood and different types of goo. “are you okay? But Cas had no time to answer. “Is he okay?” Sam turned to his brother. “Cas I’m sorry…!”

Somewhere behind them they heard the soft cries of the victims, the mother of three rapists and the virgin from virgin blood, few other harmless creatures too. Dean stood up, “please, leave, and forget what you saw.”

It took them the rest of the night to get rid of bodies and other stuff before they lit the place on fire and disappeared.

Cas was on the back sit covered with a blanket and Sam’s soft pillow in his back as if his wings could be more comfortable with it.
Castiel was dozing off, but a smile still on his face, for once, since he fell he felt protected, and important; for once he felt like he belongs.

The End

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That's it, hope you like it

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Birjan is not a god.
the story is not bad tho, I like it a lot

[szarabasjka.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not a scholar on celtic mythology... but as far as I know Birjän is the God of gambling, born from the Supreme god and Mary; a human, Birjan is pretty much Lady luck, but ina male representation.

and Lug; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lugh is actually the god without a job. sometimes is said Lug is Birjan's father.

anyway, glad you liked it!

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to let you that I loved your fic! Nicely woven together with some creepy characters.

Probably my favourite bit? Lug using Cas as a shield, dragging him away by the wings - seriously, guy had a death wish. And Cas knowing full well there was NO WAY Dean was going to let the guy leave the building with him. Just the quiet confidence when he said 'Kill him', knowing Dean could do it before Lug hurt him.

Thanks for writing and sharing!

[szarabasjka.livejournal.com]

awww.
you're so sweet!! so glad you liked it!
it was such a good prompt I had to give it a try.
thanks for reading and commenting