#asmodeus spn

“Rise’n shine.” The familiar southern twang greets you like a slap to the face. Another day with Asmodeus was another dance with the devil. Sometimes there was no telling what mood he’d be in; that’s how he wanted it of course. The uncertainty was his favorite weapon.

“Sir, perhaps she still needs some time to rest.” The much softer voice of Arthur intervened and it brought a familiar sense of relief. He had been one of the only demons who had been nice to you since Crowley’s rule. Now that Asmodeus had taken charge the terminology of a ‘nice’ demon was a rarity.

“Oh, Arthur, dontcha ever let a man have some fun?” Asmodeus drawls, snatching the key from his hand. There were times when the prince had behaved like an absolute spoiled child. He wanted what he wanted, and there would be no one to stop him.

Your eyes meet Arthur’s and despite the lack of a soul, it was easy to see how he felt about the situation. From what Arthur had told you, it was mentioned that this was not the first time Asmodeus had fed on creatures to improve his strength. None of them had the abilities or the will to keep themselves alive like you. Truly it was more along the lines of simply not wanting to die, not after everything your parents had sacrificed themselves for. “Please, Asmodeus.” Your voice is hoarse, raspy and weak. There was no use in pleading with him, but he had just taken some of your magic just hours ago. He was to addicted to the power.

“I appreciate the manners darlin’, but I need to get some business done and jus’ need a little pick me up.” The cell door creaks open and you scramble back from the door. The chains clink and scrape across the concrete floor as you push yourself into the corner. Arthur turns his head away, truly displeased by his boss’s actions. It had gotten to a point where it needed to end. For your sake. Arthur tries to block out the cries of pain, but it’s near impossible.

The needle pierces your skin, and the painstakingly slow process of removing the very existence of your enchantment begins. Arthur looks back over his shoulder and decided this would be the last time he could listen to this. The torture, the wails of your anguish, and the suffering. It would end. Today. Asmodeus shut the cell and returned the key back to his assistant’s palm, “Keep an eye on her fuh’me would yah, Ketch.” The demon slowly nodded in response, “Good work, I’ll be back later after I handle some business.” He gives him a hard pat on the shoulder, before walking off down the hall, the distant click of his heels fading away. Arthur’s head turns to look back at the cell, you were curled up in the corner, body shaking as quiet sobs raked through you.

He looks down at the key in his palm, he didn’t have to wait, he could take you now. Arthur waits and listens, the throne room is silent, not another demon in earshot. An eerie silence grips the room and he finds this the ideal opportunity to get you out of Hell.

Thunder rumbled overhead rattling the walls of the bunker, “Cass how the fuck are you even doing this?” Dean comments as takes a seat at the table, joining back in on their friendly game of poker. So far Castiel had been playing them all for fools and it was shocking. The hunter would have expected his brother or Gabriel to be at the top of the table. This was just all kinds of wrong.

“There were times when I was human that I ended up playing this game many times, I became a pro.” He replied with a sort of pride.

Gabriel chuckles, “Sure I used to turn tables back int Monte Carlo, but this is just a freak accident.” Jabbing a thumb towards his own brother upon realizing the situation they were in. Sam was seated next to Gabriel sharing knowing glances with the archangel. They kept attempting to figure out the angel’s secret to his winning streak. Yet, the whole game was thrown when the power flickered sending the bunker into complete darkness.

Sam was the first to react, tossing his cards down, revealing a royal flush to the others. Castiel’s winning streak would have been put to an end. The angel frowns at the sight of the cards. Gabriel snorts as the cards glare up at him from the table. “Shouldn’t the lights turn back on?” He asks not bothering to even move up from his spot at the table, feet still propped up at the edge of said furniture and maintaining that relaxed and carefree attitude he carried.

“Yeah.” Dean answered, huffing as he tosses his own stack down on the table revealing his own poorly dealt hand. Gabriel laughs and the elder brother sends him a glare. Sam walks over to the controls, thinking maybe a reset would get the lights going again, but just like that the lights flicker back to life. He stops and turns back to face the table, but stops when he sees the figure or rather figures.

“Uhm.” He swallows his confusion, but still isn’t sure what to say. Gabriel notices the confusion on Sam’s face and follows his gaze, the others soon following in suit.

Castiel stands, blade sliding down into his hand with an ease that only angels had.

“Arthur?” Gabriel, drops his feet down off the table and takes a stand. He places a hand on Castiel’s raised arm, the angel sees the look of familiar nests cross his brother’s face and drops his arm, relaxing his stance. “Why are you here?”

Everyone stares at the man in confusion watching Gabriel approach him. “I..” Arthur looks down, “Asmodeus, he—She needs help.” The man passes them and places your unconscious body on the table gently.

“How do you know him?” Castiel asks his brother, and the archangel sighs.

“Arthur is the demon who came to warn me about Loki’s plan to sell me to Asmodeus. That was when I came to you guys and we stopped Loki.” As he spoke there was a somberness to his tone, Gabriel knew what the Prince of Hell was capable of because of what the demon had shared with him that night he was almost betrayed.

Sam reaches over to move the blanket covering you and his eyes go wide, “Is she..?”

“She’s alive. If I let her stay any longer he would have killed her, he steals her essence to boost his own power.” Arthur responds to Sam taking a step closer and Dean steps between him and the others. Castiel glances at you, only then did he recognize that there was nothing human about you.

“She’s a unicorn, isn’t she?” Castiel inquired shocking the others as they all turn to look at you.

Arthur nods in response and sighs, “Yes, I just couldn’t let him take any more. She was terrified to even move.” He spares a glance at you and he is just thankful to know that you were now in good hands. “I need to get back before Asmodeus finds her gone. Take care of her, please.” The lights flicker once more and Arthur is gone.

Dean was shocked because his dad had been very adamant that they were not real, but if faeries and leprechauns could exist then why not them. Sam felt a little joy having been right, always arguing that they were real, but his brother always shot him down. Castiel on the other hand knew that they were, God himself had favored the mythical creatures, their horns a reminder of where humans were to look to in times of heartache, loss, and pain. Instead they took to hunting them for their near miracle like abilities. Gabriel shared the same knowledge as his brother Castiel, but seeing was truly believing, and he was damn believer of their existence and beauty in this moment.

Gabriel studies you, reaching out to brush your hair from your face, clinging to your skin due to the rain. It was then he noticed how white it was, almost like snow, pure and clean. Although parts were darkened by the dirt and grime from your time in imprisonment. There were minor cuts and bruises littered across your skin his fingers ghost over one of the fresher ones, a blue light emits from his fingers watching the injury vanish beneath his touch. Then of course, there was your ears, much similar to a horse’s, it was so amazing that creatures like you even existed.

“This guy really did a number on her.” Dean whispers to Castiel in a hushed voice, the angel nods in response, and watches Gabriel as he observes you. It was all surreal, despite the situation.

“Asmodeus is known for his rather harsh torture techniques. He has tortured many angels in his time in hell.” Castiel informs in a rather unusually somber tone, compared to his usual flatness.

“Do we still have all those demon traps and other masking sigils up around the bunker?” Sam asks as he helps his brother remove the damp blanket the demon had carried you in with, no doubt due to the rain.

Dean nodded in response to his brother’s question. “Yeah, but you and I are going to double-check them.” Sam nodded and went to go grab the supplies from the cabinet. Dean looks to the seraphim, “Castiel, can you and Gabriel watch over her?” The angel nods, Gabriel seemingly to be quite focused on you.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the smell. The pungent aroma of death and despair didn’t linger in the air—no, this was different and noticeably more pleasant. Following the scent, you pushed yourself to sit up, realizing there was unfamiliar plushness beneath you. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be a mattress, not just any mattress, but a bed. You had never experienced such comfort in hell. Were you in heaven? Looking around the room, you tried to confirm your suspicion.

Turns out it was just the opposite, while it wasn’t heaven exactly it sure was a lot better. It was a small room but not to small where one would feel claustrophobic. It was a decent size and you were just glad it was all over.

The walls were old, concrete, and worn. You relaxed, knowing that Arthur had fulfilled his promise—safety. However, your ears perked up, turning towards a small noise, and your head followed.

There was a man dressed in a rather odd getup. He had on a suit and tie, which was a bright blue just like his eyes. Over the suit, he wore a long, tan trench coat, and the longer you observed his appearance, it dawned upon you. He was an angel. “I am glad you’re awake.” His voice was flat, almost void of emotion, but there was worry in those blue rings of his.

Your mouth parts to speak, with how sore your throat was, your voice was weak. “Where..?” An attempt to speak makes the angel’s heart nearly break a little on the inside. While being celestial beings they still had feelings that derived from their vessels.

The raspiness of your voice was almost like nails on chalkboard to the then. No doubt from all the times you had cried out to them, to God, or anyone to save you from the torture that followed. How he wished heaven could have put an end to it and they would have if they knew, “You are in a safe place. My name is, Castiel.” The seemingly flat tone had gone replaced by a softness, it was relaxing.

“Hey, Cass. I couldn’t find—“ Another voice spoke up and trailed off when entering the room. You stare at the other figure, giving a tilt of your head. It comes to the realization that he too, was an angel. Guess that after all that praying, God had finally listened. “She’s awake. Great.” His lips curl up into a smile, one that sort of just seems to light up the room. He is dressed differently than Castiel: a white button-up, brown slacks, and his hair was a bit lighter than the first. It was wavy and light.

Castiel— his name was. He turns to face the other one and whispers something, causing your ears to perk up at the words spoken.

“Please..” You beg, the coarseness of your voice still shocking. You scoot down towards the edge of the bed adjusting the way you were sitting on the bed, “I would be happy to just eat anything.”

They seemed shocked looking at you with a set of rather confused expressions. Castiel coughs, nudging his brother. Castiel nodded, “Right, the ears.” He makes a small gesture with his hand towards his own, and you nod. “Gabriel, just give her what you found. Perhaps we can get Sam and Dean to make a food run tomorrow.” You perk up as the shorter angel turns and approaches the bed, sliding the small metal tray onto the mattress. You react quickly and reach for the lid and practically all but toss it aside. There was an array of fruit on the tray, and you perked up at the sight of the sweet fruit.

The angels watched as you reached for a red apple, bringing it to your lips and taking a bite. A little hum of delight escaped your lips as the sweet yet tartness of the fruit lingered on every tastebud. Suddenly, something unexpected happened. While you were savoring the fruit, something appeared.

“Is that a tail?” Gabriel whispers to Castiel, who is looking at the same thing that his brother was.

Castiel nodded slowly and tilted his head, “I believe so yes.” He confirms. It was just so truly unique to see something so mythical despite what their father had told them about these creatures. After devouring the fruit, Castiel was kind enough to offer a warm shower which sounded practically devine.

Wash your body free from all the years spent in hell, along with it the pain, suffering, and endless sleepless nights. Though despite being with the angel, Castiel, he was not the one you had on your mind. Gabriel? That might have been his name, but you really liked him the most so far especially after bringing the fruit.

You owed Arthur a lot.

When Arthur did return back to hell it was like the whole place was on fire, demons were running this way and that. His name echoed inside his head. Right, he was being summoned and best not to keep him waiting. Arthur enters the throne room, the other demons who were considered to be aids to the prince were standing still. Asmodeus on the other hand was infuriated. “Where is the she? Where is my unicorn?” Voice sharp and his tone was heavy. The demons he was laying into had no answer, because the only person in the room was him. Arthur looks at the open cell door and a sense of relief and pride fills him, he knew that there was no way Asmodeus could hurt you now. Not with the Winchesters working with angels to keep you safe. The prince turns his attention to Arthur, “Ah, Ketch.” He pushes the other demons out of the way as he marches up to his assistant, “Would yah care tah explain the empty cell?”

His brows were angled down in his anger, eyes hardened and glowing from he rage pumping through him. Arthur gives a simple shrug of his shoulders, “Don’t know. I went to handle some business and I come back, she’s gone.” Asmodeus steps loser eyes locked with the demon’s searching for anything, a lie, even the smallest inch of movement, but found nothing. It seemed that he had not been lying, but that did so little to quell the rage that he had over losing his favorite form of entertainment. He stands up straight and adjust his jacket before turning and walking away.

“I want all demons on the look out. Any sign, rumor, or sightin’ comes straight to me. Xander, will be handlin’ the search party personally, so all other information goes tah him, understood?” His voice echoes through the room and all the demons seemed to get the point, because they all exited, with the exception of Xander, another demon Arthur had disliked immensely. Xander bad joined the ranks after Crowley left, quickly and effortlessly rising to the top of the food chain, so to speak. Those emerald green eyes had everyone fooled and Arthur knew that things could get dangerous with him involved with Asmodeus.

After the shower you had felt so much lighter it was like everything had just washed away down the drain. The clothes that had been given to you were a bit loose, but at least they were clean, a heavy sigh falls from you.

Reaching out to wipe away the fog that had piled up on the mirror. Your face staring back at you was harsh sight to see. There were plenty of scars around your neck, from the many times that Asmodeus had stuck that needle into your neck. Reaching your fingers up to ghost over them, wincing at the pain that followed. The Enochian marking that had been drawn over the birthmark on your forehead had been washed away with the other symbols, drawn on everyday to prevent escape.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The sudden sound of another voice made you jump and turn on your heels to face the stranger. Leaned against the doorframe, with that same gentle smile, was Gabriel.

So you relax a little and with a soft breath you nod.

“You should use your words, honey.” He advises, “The less you talk the longer it will take for parts of your voice to heal.”

“Sorry, I just.. I am still scared.” You fiddle with your hands, shifting your weight on the opposite leg.

Gabriel nodded in understanding, “I understand. I was almost in your spot. I didn’t experience it like you did, but I can imagine.” Your eyes both lock and for a moment, things didn’t feel so hopeless. For once you felt truly safe.

“Thank you, Gabriel.” The sandy haired angel was staring to become a favorite. While still skittish around them both he seemed to understand.

He shoots a couple finger guns your way and sends you a wink, clicking his tongue as he does. You cannot help the raspy laugh that comes out in response to his antics. Okay, so he was definitely your favorite so far. “No problem, sweet cheeks. Let me know if you need anything.” When you blink he’s gone, the fluttering of wings signaling he left. With a smile you grab the towel and exit the bathroom, still having your mind on the interaction with the angel.

Castiel was in the room when you returned, “How was the shower?”

“Good.” You reply simply and walk around him to limb back onto the bed, “Just tired still.” You lie. Castiel could tell that something was off about you, but he did not want to press it at all. Today had been a lot for you.

“Well, I think you should rest then. Perhaps tomorrow we can talk more.” Castiel offers and you nod, he turns to walk away, but something is on your mind.

“Castiel?”

“Yes?” He turns back to face you slowly.

“Did you or Gabriel ever go through what I did?” You ask, maybe it was unlikely, and the archangel was trying to make you feel better.

“Me no. Gabriel’s story is a little more complicated and I’d say he’s been through enough. Just like you have.” He replied.

“Thanks.” Castiel smiles at your response and upon blinking the angel too had fluttered off. Things were starting to look up and so far everyone had been extremely kind. Though in the back of your mind you began to wonder how long it would last, just how much time was there before Asmodeus found out where you were hiding.

There was hope for never but if there was one thing about monsters that you knew to be true. They always came back. Always.

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