Prince of Hell

A Castiel (SPN) RP Blog. May be NSFW. Multiverse, Multishipping. Don't be afraid to drop me an ask if you want to RP. Sideblog of Crowley RP (notjustasalesman)

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If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?

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Castiel wrapped his arms around Samandriel's vessel, arching his wings against his brothers, moving their lips together. He was surprised by the sudden action from his brother, but he wasn't complaining. He'd missed the touch of another angel, the warmth their Grace provided, and Samandriel deserved such care. 

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Castiel gasped when Dean pushed him against the wall, barely having a second to react before the kiss was over and he was left staring up at the hunter, his wings trembling slightly. 

"Dean?" He murmured, hesitant. 

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*scampers in* Unca, lookit I find! *holds up a mysterious and mangled plant*

"I...I don't think you should be playing with that, Shadow."

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Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

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"That doesn’t make any sense," Castiel whispered, leaning against him, closing his eyes tiredly. He turned, curling further into Dean’s chest, leaning up to kiss the skin of his throat, then his head fell back down against his shoulder. "You should give up on me." 

[thishasbeencary]

Dean held Castiel gently in his arms, closing his eyes as he felt his lips against his throat, “Yeah, I know.” He said with a sigh before he walked forward, heading toward his car and setting Cas down on the seat, having laid blankets out so that he’d be able to be there. “I’m never giving up on you, Cas. Give it a few more days, and you can come to the bunker.”

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Castiel slowly laid down across the Impala's back seat, too tired to hold his head up any longer, too tired to fight with Dean's illogical need to hold onto him. "You would've found a way back into Purgatory for me, wouldn't you?" he whispered. "Even after I told you I wanted to stay..."

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The Year Forgotten (iamyourking)

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  Crowley half expected Castiel to sober up and flutter away in shock, the gravity of what had happened between the two of them breathing their unity for good. But he was pleasantly surprised to see that Castiel was curling himself against Crowley’s side, Crowley only too happy to snuggle up to the angel.

Nobody had ever trusted him before. When he’d given the Colt to the Winchesters, they had said thank you but held the demon killing knite behind their backs whilst doing so. As King of Hell, demons respected and feared him but Crowley didn’t know if they trusted him. But Castiel did. That meant the world to him.

Smiling softly at him, Crowley kissed him deeply, his arms wrapping around Castiel’s waist and keeping himself snuggled up to him. “Mmm… you’ve made me a very happy demon king,” he practically purred, his eyes shining brightly.

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Castiel kissed him back, unwilling or unable to move, his Grace still wildly on edge. Maybe it was the demon’s proximity, or something else entirely. He didn’t know. For the first time in his eons-long life, Castiel was in uncharted waters. He knew what would happen when he rebelled, he knew what would happen when he faced an archangel, but this? This was new. 

And not entirely unwelcome. 

He brought his wings up to curl around them both, a shimmering curtain of light enveloping their naked bodies. He wasn’t certain what to make of this new development in their relationship, but he knew that he felt secure with the demon. That his mid-ecstasy confession was true…he trusted him. Moreover, he could see himself in the demon, and see his equal in him. 

Castiel kissed him again, slowly drawing his teeth along Crowley’s lips, taking his time to press his tongue into his mouth, calm and curious as he mapped the skin of his soft palette. He splayed his hands against Crowley’s chest, taking the time that he hadn’t had before to simply explore and get used to the feeling of being so exposed and yet so safe. 

"May we do that again?" he said after a while. 

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Crowley hummed pleasantly into the kiss, liking that Castiel was being so slow and drawing it out, getting a real feel for him. Whilst Crowley was the more experienced when it came to kissing, he wasn’t complaining from Castiel’s slow treatment, moaning softly against his lips and delighting in the way Cas was touching him, exploring him.

He licked over his lips slowly, realising Castiel had spoken. “As much as I’d like to… the spell we did to keep Raphael and the Winchesters from finding us… if we shag, we’ll want to shag again and again and then the spell will have run its course and we’ll get a rabid archangel and the Winchesters finding us in the middle of it. Which would be quite funny, but anyhow.”

Wrinkling his nose, he kissed him softly again. “No rest for the wicked. You neither.”

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Of course not. 

Castiel pulled away, standing slowly and finding his clothes, beginning to pull them on. He didn't know why he'd expected more from the demon. He'd given in and let the demon have his way with him, and now that chapter in their life was over. 

Somehow, he found himself aching more now that he knew what it felt like to be held and worshipped. 

He pulled his pants on and buttoned them, looking for his shirt. "I suppose we should return then." 

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Castiel didn’t counter Dean’s statement, didn’t argue the fact that no matter what Dean did, he was going to die one day. He just leaned his head back on the brick, his vision going fuzzy due to blood loss, and he closed his eyes, letting the phone slip from his ear and...

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"We'll never be safe," Castiel breathed against him, looping his arms weakly around Dean's shoulders. "You can't even bear me to stay with you, I don't know why you insist on keeping me alive."

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The Year Forgotten (iamyourking)

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  Crowley half expected Castiel to sober up and flutter away in shock, the gravity of what had happened between the two of them breathing their unity for good. But he was pleasantly surprised to see that Castiel was curling himself against Crowley’s side, Crowley only too happy to snuggle up to the angel.

Nobody had ever trusted him before. When he’d given the Colt to the Winchesters, they had said thank you but held the demon killing knite behind their backs whilst doing so. As King of Hell, demons respected and feared him but Crowley didn’t know if they trusted him. But Castiel did. That meant the world to him.

Smiling softly at him, Crowley kissed him deeply, his arms wrapping around Castiel’s waist and keeping himself snuggled up to him. “Mmm… you’ve made me a very happy demon king,” he practically purred, his eyes shining brightly.

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Castiel kissed him back, unwilling or unable to move, his Grace still wildly on edge. Maybe it was the demon's proximity, or something else entirely. He didn't know. For the first time in his eons-long life, Castiel was in uncharted waters. He knew what would happen when he rebelled, he knew what would happen when he faced an archangel, but this? This was new. 

And not entirely unwelcome. 

He brought his wings up to curl around them both, a shimmering curtain of light enveloping their naked bodies. He wasn't certain what to make of this new development in their relationship, but he knew that he felt secure with the demon. That his mid-ecstasy confession was true...he trusted him. Moreover, he could see himself in the demon, and see his equal in him. 

Castiel kissed him again, slowly drawing his teeth along Crowley's lips, taking his time to press his tongue into his mouth, calm and curious as he mapped the skin of his soft palette. He splayed his hands against Crowley's chest, taking the time that he hadn't had before to simply explore and get used to the feeling of being so exposed and yet so safe. 

"May we do that again?" he said after a while. 

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"Where would I go?" Castiel whispered. "After all that I’ve done, where would I go? I don’t have a soul…"

He gave a shuddering sigh, checking the bleeding on his wound. “I can’t do this anymore, Dean.”

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Dean sighed into the phone with the words that he was hearing, seeing the gas station in the distance, “Cas, you’re not going to die.”

He pulled into the station, parking and getting out of the car, “Yes, you can. I’m going to be there in like five seconds.”

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Castiel didn't counter Dean's statement, didn't argue the fact that no matter what Dean did, he was going to die one day. He just leaned his head back on the brick, his vision going fuzzy due to blood loss, and he closed his eyes, letting the phone slip from his ear and into his lap. 

"Okay, Dean," he murmured. "Whatever you want,"

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A sob broke from Castiel and he covered his mouth with a bloody hand, tears carving trails through the blood and dirt on his face. “I’d rather just die,”

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Dean shook his head, “No, Cas.” He spoke into the phone, closing his eyes, “I know it’s tough, but you definitely don’t want death over this.” He told the fallen angel.

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"Where would I go?" Castiel whispered. "After all that I've done, where would I go? I don't have a soul..."

He gave a shuddering sigh, checking the bleeding on his wound. "I can't do this anymore, Dean."

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Castiel looked across the alleyway to see his brothers’ dead bodies and choked back a sob. “Am I never going to be free of the deaths of my siblings?”

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Dean breathed out as he drove, shaking his head, “No, you’ll probably be stuck forever dealing with the deaths of them, and having to kill them. Maybe we’ll be able to redeem you eventually.” He said softly.

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A sob broke from Castiel and he covered his mouth with a bloody hand, tears carving trails through the blood and dirt on his face. "I'd rather just die,"

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"Unless they are burnt... but yes there are good." she said and offered him the plate of cookies.

"I see," Castiel said softly, slowly taking a cookie from the plate. He swallowed nervously, looking up at the red-haired female. "Have we met?" 

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"Please hurry…" Castiel said weakly, tears starting to fill his eyes. "I need you."

[thishasbeencary]

"I’m on my way, Castiel." He said, driving as quickly as he could, "Just stay in there. It’s alright, you’ll be fine."

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Castiel looked across the alleyway to see his brothers' dead bodies and choked back a sob. "Am I never going to be free of the deaths of my siblings?"

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"Would you like a cookie?"

"Um...I believe so. Cookies are good, aren't they?"

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"I’m behind the gas station," Castiel said softly, hoping Dean would remember where he had once worked. "There were angels…"

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Dean heard the words and his face fell, “Shit. That’s really… I’m on my way, Cas.” He stated, keeping the phone against his ear as he grabbed his keys. There was no way that he was in a good state if the angels got to him.

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"Please hurry..." Castiel said weakly, tears starting to fill his eyes. "I need you."

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Castiel looked down at the wide gash in his stomach, and laughed weakly into the cell phone. “I need you to be here.”

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The hunter raised his eyebrows at the words before nodding his head, “Alright, you need me. Where are you?” He questioned, worried for him.

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"I'm behind the gas station," Castiel said softly, hoping Dean would remember where he had once worked. "There were angels..."