#slave castiel

[inenochian]

Thank you @masterofevilmonkeyness-moem for portraying Dean and Castiel in such a tender moment for this Ancient Rome! Destiel AU. This came out incredible! 💙💚

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Castiel isn’t going to fall for it. They do know that, right? Sure, they helped him—comforted him, as if he needed something like that—but that doesn’t mean anything. They’re humans. They’re hunters. And he isn’t about to fall for their false faces and underhanded kindness. He knows what they’re up to. He’s always known what they’re up to, and he isn’t changing his mind now. He isn’t. He really, truly isn’t. He can’t, and he won’t. He isn’t. Really.

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[ryugarika]

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day 21 - Bukakke | Food play | Suspension | Branding

Castiel is one of many slaves on Alistairs estate, trained to be obedient so long ago he can't remember a time where he wasn't serving his masters. All he wants, is to be able to blend into the background as he obeys. He's injured quite badly one day, when a police raid throws his life upside down. Taken away from his current hom as evidence (and to be tortured for information, Cas has heard the horror stories told in the slave quarters) he hopes he survives the ordeal ... only ... slavery isn't legal. At all. And all Dean wants is for Cas to figure out how to live a fulfilling life as a free man (and mnaybe also testify in court to put some very bad men behind bars). If only life was that easy.

Why must longfics come knocking at my brainbox during kinktober? More chapters coming after a recuperation period!

Cas was crawling towards his master when his world exploded.

It was pure agony to drag his leg behind him, while trying desperately to not call attention to it. He was pretty sure it was broken, and few masters kept a gimp slave around for long. Broken slaves were used for target practice or just plain tortured to death.

Master Alistair was known for cutting them up into ever smaller pieces till there was nothing left besides a room bathed in blood, and he wanted to evade that for as long as humanly possible.

Like any good slave, Castiel kept his head down while he obeyed every single order he was given. Used, punished, and sold as his masters pleased … he just wanted to serve and stay out of the line of fire.

But the line of fire seemed to have it out for him. Literally bursting through the windows with a shower of glass, light, and smoke. Guns out and screaming orders he couldn’t understand over the ringing in his ears.

“Get down.”

The guards were quick to respond, and Castiel was more than happy to drop to the carpet and cover his head.

Obedient to a fault.

“FBI! Drop your weapons!”

He didn’t know exactly who the invaders were, but they looked and sounded official enough. Which meant they were police.

Boots thumped by his head, and Castiel one hundred percent expected a bullet. That’s what the police did. They raided the houses of masters who’d broken some law and destroyed property and slaves, or took slaves away to torture and question before returning them to their owners.

He’d never been a part of a raid before, but if they realised he was already damaged, there would be no mercy.

Something exploded, the shock rumbling through his already weak body.

Maybe the bullet would be the mercy?

A cantister spewing smoke rolled past him, and he tried to crawl back away from it; smoke already catching his breath. His leg and several broken ribs got in the way. Struggling, and hands still securely on the back of his neck Castiel didn’t see the thing that hit him. Everything went dark.

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“This one’s still alive!”

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[inkandpaperqwerty]

If you think Castiel won't starve himself to death to keep from falling into the traps laid by the hunters who own him and to keep his stubborn pride as unfractured as ever, you would be... right. But he will get really, really close, and then someone is going to have to drag him back from the edge and get him to stop behaving like an idiot.

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They managed to get Castiel to eat, and it's good that he's not dead, but as he recovers and grows stronger, he's going to get harder for them to control. If they don't want him to escape the bunker and start slaughtering humans by the dozen, they have to take steps to keep him contained.

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[inkandpaperqwerty]

It's Castiel's first day with the hunter who purchased him, and immediately, the mind games start. Injecting him with a so-called painkiller and insisting there's no ill intent. Trying to convince him to eat, even as that first day turns into two, and then three, and then four. And that's all before they trap him inside a bathroom, insisting they just want him to clean himself. Pathetic.

Read Chapter 2 of Rehearsing Tragedies

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Castiel wakes up in the hospital, unsure of how he feels about his brush with death as well as his decision to save the brothers who have kept him locked up for months. He’s starting to realize things. He just isn’t sure he likes the things he’s realizing.

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[inkandpaperqwerty]

Dean has a knee-jerk reaction to seeing an angel almost get put down at a hunter's market, and thirty minutes later, he's in the Impala with Sam and a supernatural creature that wants to tear their jugulars out with his teeth. Sam seriously doubts they can handle the task his brother has taken on, but he's doing his best to be supportive.

Castiel wants blood. He wants to rip every human that crosses his path into pieces, and he wants these two humans in particular to stop lying and trying to trick him with false niceties and so-called kindness. He's not going to fall for it; he's not stupid or weak. What he will do, however, is find a way to escape captivity. And, of course, brutally kill them before he leaves their underground bunker behind.

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