#servant dean

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63698761?show_comments=true&view_full_work=true#comment_889221166

After uncovering a salacious scandal with a stableboy, Dean Winchester’s father declares he must marry or be sent to an asylum. Dean has always been a good son and heir, but the thought of a loveless marriage is too much; he runs away to hide as a servant in Novak Abbey, a mysterious noble house on the outskirts of the remote town of Udolpho. Hidden behind the crumbling walls, Dean tends to a reclusive family that—according to the spooked locals—are burdened by a dark, unknown curse.

Fic Title: Buying Rebel

Word Count: 3K/? WIP

Summary: Roman Senator and former garrison leader Castiel was looking for a companion for his adopted son Jack, when he finds Dean enslaved and destined for the brothels. Castiel could not stand to see the fierce and bright soul sent to the pits of hell. On an impulse, Castiel brings Dean and his brother Sam home. His own brother Gabriel was going to say he was buying trouble. If only that was all, in truth Castiel was quickly falling for a rebel Celt.

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"He's due to be delivered to the training barracks this afternoon, Abbadon chose him personally," Metatron stuttered. "She didn't want Dean, the fool has a weak knee, injured when he attacked Asmodeus himself when he was trying to procure Dean for his uh house of indiscriminate welcome. Now Dean is too damaged to train as a gladiator. What do you want, you impulsive brute? Do you want me to send Sam to the brothels with you? Be thankful he is going to the stadiums. He'll be showered in glory while you bathe in ..."

Dean grunted and surged forward to attack Metatron, his eyes full of rage. Castiel turned slightly and moved his hand along Dean's arm, pinching the nerves in his wrist and kicking him in the back of the weak knee in one smooth movement. Instantly, Dean was pinned to the ground, Castiel's hands on his shoulders and his ass on Dean's hard stomach to keep him from breaking free. Dean fought Castiel like a demon, kicking his legs and gnashing his teeth, spitting and biting and making desperate animal noises. Castiel just sat there, waiting for Dean to tire. Up close he could see the vivid green of Dean's eyes, like the emerald isles he came from. They were bright and livid gems in an otherwise indiscernable face covered in beard and hair and muck.

"Calm down if you want to see your brother!" Castiel called out in his best attempt at Celtic.