#servant!dean

❤︎  It wasn’t anything new for Castiel, to be offered a human servant. He was a god for a long, long time; people have given him gold, countless coins and statues and pretty stones, hoping it will be enough to buy his favor.They gave him food; fruits and meat and bread. They killed with his name on their lips, every drop of spilled blood an offering for him. And then they started to bring servants to his temples. They wasn’t supposed to be priests or priestess - this title was reserved for those of royal blood, for kings and queens and no one else; after all they were believed to be descendants of the gods, and who else would be more suited to speak in the god’s name? Castiel didn’t interact with most of them. He made sure they were healthy and had luck, of course, but he never felt the need to actually talk with any of them - he didn’t even speak to the priests most of the time, after all. It goes like this, year after year, for centuries. And then people seem to forget about the tradition, his temple standing without someone to take care of it for decades.And then the doors are opening, and he sees someone he mistakes for a new priest for a second; a true child of gods, bright eyed and golden and absolutely breathtaking.Everything a priest should be, everything the current one is not.It’s only when he notices the unmistakable fear on the young man’s face, he understands who is he looking at. Simple white robes and chains on the wrists, he’s a servant- no, not a servant, a slave. Scared and lost, looking so small in the darkness of Castiel’s temple.And for the first time the god feels the need to speak, to touch - offer any kind of reassurance, just do something to make the look on the man’s face disappear. So he takes an unneeded breath, the fabric of time-space shifting around him as he takes a corporeal form, the world adjusting to welcome a god on earth.  Castiel knows his name, as he knows everything and everyone that have ever been offered to him. It feels oddly familiar when he says it for the first time, tasting sweet on his tongue as it leaves his lips. 

A Destiel prompt.

An AU where angels are the ruling class and humans are secondary; slaves, servants, the lowest of the low. In this world, angels’ wings change and darken as the individual sins. Most angels wings are varying degrees of gray.

Castiel is a part of a large family, well known for the religion/pious acts/charity/general goodness. He is asked by his relation to to a job of some kind for the family/business. Castiel’s wings suddenly darken from pure white to grey as he makes his decision to do as asked over what he knows is right.

On his return, his relations share their secret. For years, generations, the family have been casting glamours over their wings to hide the complete and utter blackness each member has. Castiel suddenly discovers his family are among the worst people out there.

It doesn’t take long after that for Dean, one of the many slaves/servants kept by the family to be found out/caught/beaten for calling out to Cas and his newly hidden grey wings under a glamour of white, that it isn’t too late for him.

(2/3) so lucky in all his long, long life- even starting to smile at him. Eventually, Castiel is able to reassure Dean with touch instead of words, cradling his face gently between his palms when he gets afraid, brushing hands through his hair softly or even pressing a kiss to his forehead to keep him calm. He knows the humans sent to him are told they are honoured to serve him, or to give their lives to him, but when Dean stops being afraid and starts being Happy with him, Cas knows that he’s(3/3) the one that should be honoured. Dean hardly has any clue the effect he has on the God, but in time he, too, stops resenting his fate and starts seeing that perhaps he was pretty lucky after all. (Especially once he realises how fond Cas is of him and the lengths he would go to make sure Dean is safe, happy, and healthy. Just how far this God would go to defend him. It’s pretty flattering, really.) -Zero