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Hi!! I've got another character x injured!reader. I'm a sucker for these. I've watched supernatural a bit, but haven't gotten into Cas's parts too much yet, so he might be out of character, I'm not really sure sorry :( Hope you enjoy!
No usage of y/n. (I try not to use it in most of my fics.)
Castiel x Gender Neutral Reader
Word count: 5.7k (I swear I cannot write a fic under 5k words anymore LMAO)
Warnings: Severe injury, past abuse/trauma implicated (doesn't go into too much detail), blood, canon violence, angst, fluff towards the end.
Summary: Reader has a bad past with angels and doesn't trust Cas, too bad he's the only one that can care for them when they're badly injured.
"Cas! Come meet someone!"
Dean called into the empty room. If I hadn't been hunting with them for the past couple of months, I would've thought he was insane.
Sam stood off in the corner of the room, arms crossed in front of his chest. He glanced over at me with a smile. "What's going through your head?"
I shrugged. "Nervous, I guess."
I hadn't had a great past with angels. I had been held and tortured for information on a certain demon I had made a truce with for a hunt. Of course, if i had revealed any information on his whereabouts, I would've been slaughtered by him.
Up until then, I had believed that angels were, at the very least, a little less violent than their fallen counterparts. I was very, very wrong. I had met demons with more kindness in their blackened hearts.
Even sometimes now, my nightmares were plagued of the things I had endured during my stay in heaven.
Needless to say, I did not trust angels at all. Their lack of emotions, their cruelty, their utter lack of humanity, despite their 'job' of maintaining human souls.
I didn't care if Sam and Dean trusted him.
"Hey you've known us for awhile now, right? You know we wouldn't purposely put you in danger. He's on our side." Neither of them knew of my past experiences with the angels, but they sensed my anxiety that was a bit more than being nervous to meet someone new.
I had been hunting on my own for years before meeting the Winchesters, occasionally working with others on bigger hunts, but mostly on my own. I had become pretty experienced and after teaming up with them on a demon hunt, we had parted ways. We eventually ran into each other again on the same salt and burn, and they invited me to join them. I agreed, I was looking forward to taking on bigger hunts with them instead of sticking to the safer simple ones on my own.
I heard an unfamiliar flutter of wings and glanced over to Dean, nervously taking a couple of steps back.
"What is it?" A deep voice asked. Castiel.
"Meet our newest addition to the family!"
I hated the way his eyes glanced me over quickly. Calculating.
"Family?" I heard confusion in his voice.
"Well, not literally but they're basically like a sibling to us! They're officially part of the team!"
"Hello." His voice was flat.
"Hi Castiel." I hated the tension in my voice. I was on edge, ready to flee at any moment. I couldn't help it even if I wanted to.
He turned back to Sam and Dean. "Is that all?"
"Yeah I just figured you'd wanna meet them since they'll be with us on hunts a lot more now-"
"I have matters to attend to in heaven."
"Alright, see you Cas." With a flutter of wings, he was gone.
"Well." I breathed out a sigh of relief, trying to shake some of the tension from my body. I loosened my grip on the blade hidden under my jacket.
"If you don't need me then, I'll keep working on that case yeah? I think I'm pretty close to a lead."
"I think I'll join you." Sam pushed himself off the wall and headed my way.
"I'll join you guys in a bit."
The brothers were off on a case for the next week or two, while I stayed behind doing more research. I had a strong feeling they were rushing into this way too quick and not thinking it through enough, it seemed way too easy.
Multiple deaths in a single small city that appeared to share the same trait; all the victims had been drained of their blood. Seemed like a simple vamp case, but I had noticed a few other things that didn't quite match up with the previous cases I had been on.
The victims' chests had been ripped open and their hearts pulverized. Sam and Dean written it off as some sadistic vamp but I wasn't believing it. There were no other signs of a vampire anywhere. The 'bite marks' were oddly shaped and much too clean for vampire, and the victims also showed no sign of the anticoagulant in their systems like vampires usually left traces of. It wasn't adding up.
They, of course, had brushed me off, calling me a worry wart. I had nothing against them for it. Maybe I was being a bit too cautious but after hunting alone throughout the majority of my career, with no backup, I had learned to be extra cautious when approaching something different. I examined all the details because I had no room for errors or fuck-ups.
Flipping through the musty pages of the book, I hunched over the table, concentrating. I'll admit I had barely slept since the guys had left, trying to get any new info I could before they rushed in and got themselves hurt. I was running purely on caffeine and adrenaline as I put together more and more pieces of information.
I was too concentrated on staying awake to hear the fluttering of wings as the angel appeared in the room.
His voice jolted me awake. "Where are they?" He asked harshly. I stumbled out of my chair, taking multiple steps backwards, in the opposite direction of Castiel.
"Sam and Dean." He repeated.
"They're on a hunt. I thought you knew where they were all the time?" He huffed, clearly annoyed. "Want me to forward a message to them or something?"
"No." With a flutter of wings, he was gone again. It took me a few minutes to calm down, on the verge of a panic attack. The way he had snuck up on me, I hadn't even realized. I was half asleep.
After a couple more hours, I had put together an entirely new creature. It was some sort of ghost that could move around freely, as long as it had enough energy. That energy having to come from people in the form of blood. It had to killed like a normal ghost, not a vampire. Damn it! They had taken the completely wrong equipment.
And we still had to find the body! I rung Dean's cell, praying for him to pick up. It rung twice then, "Hey what's up?"
"God damnit Dean it's not a vamp!"
"What do you mean?"
"It's some sort of ghost. It gets its energy to stay in this realm with the living by taking energy from people. Their blood."
"What the hell are you talking about? I've never heard anything more ridiculous in my entire life!"
"Dean where the hell are you? You're breaking up just- I'll catch up to you guys okay? You brought the wrong equipment with you. I'll text you my findings and you tell me I'm wrong." I hung up, letting out a frustrated sigh.
Checking on Sam and Dean's location on my phone, I saw how close they were to the town and let out another sigh. I had counted on getting a couple hours of rest tonight. In the past week they had been gone I had maybe slept two or three times, a couple of hours at most. I was utterly exhausted but I had to get to them as soon as possible. They had no idea what they were walking into, and from what I had pieced together, this was a pretty nasty and particularly violent spirit. If they didn't have the right things they could get seriously hurt.
If I left now, I could make it to the hotel they were staying in by noon, but I knew they would be long gone and checked out by then. If nothing else, I could definitely catch up to them on the site of the case. If I kept driving non-stop, by the time they stopped for lunch that would buy me enough time to catch up to them somewhere along the way. I had to leave now.
Tossing the equipment into the back of my car, I chugged down another inky black cup of coffee and filled up a thermos for the road. It was 9 PM. This was going to be a long night.
Once I could start to see the sun coming up over the horizon, I stepped on the gas a bit harder as my heart started to pound harder against my chest. They had hit the road earlier than I anticipated, and it was going to be close.
By some miracle, I managed to catch up to them at a dingy diner a couple towns before the town where the case was. I barely parked my car before I jumped out, jogging to the entry door of the diner.
As I stepped in, my eyes scanned all the booths, finally landing on Sam and Dean's familiar faces. I jogged over to their table, leaning onto it for support once I got there. I was an exhausted, achey mess. I had spent the past few days hunched over countless books in the library, and the times I wasn't I was leant over a laptop with my face just a bit too close to the screen.
"Guys," I panted. "You have no fucking clue what you're walking into. Here, look," I opened the book out on the table to the page I had dog-eared, pointing at a picture of some horrific creature. Sam slid over in the booth, allowing me to take a seat beside him. As I did I glanced at him gratefully before pulling out my notes and other things I had printed and launching into the details of the cases and what they had missed.
"Shit you've been hard at work huh?" Dean sounded impressed. Then he glanced up at me, seemingly taking in my face for the first time since I arrived. "Have you gotten any sleep at all?"
"A few hours."
"You need to rest before we take on this case then we can't have you-"
"Dean, I'm fine. Since I ran out of coffee halfway here, I've been running purely on adrenaline. I don't think I'll be able to calm down any time soon." Dean opened his mouth to, most likely, argue what I said when the waitress came up to our table.
"What can I get for you?"
"Uhh," Dean quickly flipped through the menu. "I'll take an omelet?"
"What do you want for-"
"Just a plain omelet."
"Alright, and you?" She glanced at Sam and I.
"A couple pancakes." She quickly scribbled it down on her pad before glancing at me with a smile on her face.
"Uhm, just a coffee? And, uh," I quickly glanced at the front of Sam's menu. "a blueberry muffin. Thanks."
"Your food will be right out!" She smiled and walked off.
"I have a feeling you've had way too much coffee already." Sam looked at me with a disappointed frown. "I'll be fine. We'll get this case done and over with then I'll rest. I just don't think I can until we get done with this." It was worrying me.
After we ate our food, Sam and Dean hopped in the Impala and I got in my car.
"See you there sweetheart." Dean waved.
I followed close behind them, parking next to them in the lot of the place where we figured the body could be. I stumbled out of my car, my legs almost giving out on me. I was starting to have second thoughts about joining them on this hunt, but my fear of one of them getting hurt and not being there to help them was outweighing my logical thoughts.
They walked over to my car to pull out the equipment I had brought, tucking and clipping everything into its respective place, getting their weapons at the ready. We weren't entirely sure if this was even the place-an old, run down and long abandoned hotel- but this was the only spot we could come up with after tracing the trail of victims back.
Dean insisted on heading in first, I followed close behind and Sam brought up the rear. We were all at the ready for any signs of a vicious, bloodsucking spirit.
After a few more twists and turns, we entered into an open lobby. At one point it was probably a nice place, but not now. The wooden floors were battered and filthy, the rug in the middle of the room beat to all hell. The couches surrounding it were torn and missing cushions, the blinds and curtains falling to the floor and the ones that hadn't yet were hanging crooked on the wall. The once grand fireplace was covered in a thick layer of soot and dust. It was a mess and looked all too well like somewhere this spirit's body would be hidden.
I crept into the room behind Dean, the floorboards creaking noisily under our feet. The sound made me flinch, as if the ghost couldn't already tell we were there, noise or not.
Dean motioned with his hand for us to split up. I opened my mouth to protest, to say that that was a horrible idea, this thing was dangerous, when a wave of chilly air brushed over me and suddenly I was thrown across the room and hit an empty bookshelf with a sickening crack.
Black spots danced heartily across my vision and I groaned, instinctively pressing a hand to my ribs. I felt around for a moment and decided that at least one was broken. The rest seemed intact, but would definitely bruise.
As I blinked away the spottiness in my eyes, I heard Sam struggling with something. I swept my eyes around the room and saw him backed up against the wall holding up a chair leg, obviously struggling against some invisible force. As I focused my eyes on it more, I could see an almost transparent-blue figure pushing the chair leg back at him, trying to crush his throat with it.
I struggled to my feet, leaning against the wall for support, trying to get to Sam before Dean did. He was across the room dodging flying books and china, I didn't think he would be coming to Sam's aid any time soon.
I grasped the hilt of the knife in my belt as I drew closer. It was a special knife that could cut into spirits. It couldn't kill or banish them, I still had to get rid of them the traditional way, but it certainly got them off of my case long enough to catch my breath when I needed to.
I sliced into the spirit and it vanished with a ghostly shriek, but then I realized the objects hadn't stopped flying at Dean. I hastily glanced back at Sam to make sure he was alright. He gave me a nod and I took off towards Dean to pull him out of the mess. I got hit in the ribs by a flying book in the process, to which I barely held back a cry of pain. It hit me right in the broken rib. I grit my teeth and dragged Dean out of the whirlwind of dangerous flying things.
"There's- there's two," I gasped. "What the fuck do we do now??"
"Same plan," Dean ground out, patting his sides to feel for injuries. "They both seem pretty strong here, so both their bodies must be here. We just need to find them."
"Right." Sam. "But where do we even begin?"
"They're going to beat the shit out of us before we can even find one of them."
"With any luck they'll both be in the same place."
"Since when have we ever been lucky?"
"They've got a point."
I ran my hand through my hair. "Alright so, assuming they're not going to be in plain sight, and taking into account the age of this building, I say there's got to be a basement around here somewhere. They're most likely down there. Either that or buried somewhere on the property but I'd like to not think about that scenario."
"So we stick to the ground floor?"
"Exactly. And probably around the common areas; lobby, kitchen, laundry, that sort of thing. I seriously doubt there's going to be a way down to the basement in any of the rooms." I paused. "And no splitting up this time yeah?"
"After that? Definitely not." Sam huffed. "Not a chance."
"Look I underestimated I just thought we could be more effecient," Dean started.
"'s not your fault Dean. No one could have guessed there was two of them." I tried to hide the sudden slur to my words. My adrenaline was fading from all this standing around and discussing. I needed to get moving and get into action again, else I'd crash, and this would not be a good place for that to happen.
"You alright? You sound funky?"
"Funky? Really? I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me." I was thankful they didn't hear my ribs break, or they would've ended the hunt right then and there. We couldn't afford that, we had to finish them off now.
We scoured the lobby, moving onto the kitchen and finally the laundry.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. "Where the hell are they??" The pain was really starting to set in now, I was feeling lightheaded and had to take breaths in short, sharp pants. We trudged back to the kitchen.
"Wait- wait a second. Let me rest."
I saw nothing but concern in Sam's eyes. "You sure you're alright?"
"Fine, maybe I bruised some ribs. I'm good. It hurts like hell but it's nothing major." He didn't look like he believed me. He opened his mouth to speak again, when everything felt like it was going in slow motion to me.
One second, everything had been fine. The place was a mess, knives and silverware scattered everywhere, like people had left in a panic. We had little to no interference from the ghosts, which led me to believe we weren't close at all to finding their bodies.
The next, a knife had sharply jolted up into the air off of a nearby cutting board, and whizzed through the air, straight for Sam's back. I didn't have any time to think. "Sam!" I yelled out, jumping forward despite the pain in my ribs and shoving him out of the way. We both fell to the ground, catching our breath. He was the first to sit up, hunching over me protectively and glancing around for more attacks.
I groaned, forcing myself into a sitting position, before I collapsed into him. My breath was ragged and wet.
"Hey! Hey hey hey! Dean, they're bleeding! They're fucking bleeding!" Sam held me gently against his chest with one arm, his other pressing into the wound painfully. I weakly tried to push his hand away, "'m fine."
"There's more of your blood on me than in your body! You're not fine!"
"Dean. Dean!" Dean, who was standing wide-eyed with shock, quickly snapped back to action. "Dean call Cas."
"Right! Right, okay."
"Sam wait," I mumbled. "Sam." He glanced down at me.
"Look I know you guys don't get along but you're actually going to die if we don't get someone to heal you right away-"
"No. I don't trust him."
"If this is something to do with him being a supernatural being I can assure you we trust him, he wouldn't hurt someone on our team."
"No." I insisted. My vision was growing blurry. "Sam please just-"
"I'm sorry sweetheart. We have to. There's no other choice, he'll get you back to the bunker and heal you, it'll be fine okay? If he does anything to you to make you uncomfortable or you feel in any danger at all, just call us we'll drop everything and come and protect you-" He was cut off by a flutter of wings.
"How can I help you?" At the sound of his monotone voice, I weakly struggled against Sam's gentle hold, whining at the pain. Dots appeared in my vision. "Sam," I mumbled.
"It's okay, shh. You're going to be fine." He started rocking me back and forth while I heard Dean hastily explain to Castiel what had happened.
I heard heavy footsteps make their way over to us. They weren't Dean's.
I started gasping, panic filling all of my senses. With a newfound strength, I struggled out of Sam's hold, skittering across the floor and stopping only when the wall had hit my back.
Through my blurry vision I could make out Sam rising from the floor with Castiel close behind him. "No, no." I mumbled. Panic filled my lungs instead of the oxygen I was so desperately trying to grab onto with my short, painful gasps.
A coughing fit overtook me and I doubled over onto my hands and knees. The coughs rattled my entire body and made waves of pain rush through my abdomen. Sam dropped to his knees next to me, rubbing my back and trying to support me.
"Sam! Sam I need some help over here! God damnit! Sam!" Dean's voice called from somewhere in another room. I could feel the hesitation in his body movements, my own mind hesitating. I was torn between begging him to stay, not to leave me alone with the angel, or allowing him to go help Dean. He made the decision for me.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. Trust Cas for us okay? Hang in there." He pressed a quick, gentle kiss to my head, and I heard his quick steps fade off to help Dean.
As he left, I quickly scrambled to right myself as I saw unfamiliar boots approaching me. "Stay away." I mumbled, my voice filled with poorly masked pain.
He ignored me, kneeling down next to me as my breaths quickened in panic. Another coughing fit overtook me and I doubled over again. This one was worse. I tasted blood in my mouth and I felt like I was about to collapse.
An arm crossed in front of my chest, gently offering support. I scrambled away, but couldn't go much further as my back hit the wall and the coughs worsened. My arms gave out and I fell weakly into Castiel's arm, still attempting to support some of my weight with my own arms. I didn't have the energy to fight anymore. He gently supported me as more coughs wracked my body. Even though I was face down, it still felt like I was drowning in my own blood, each short gasp was only half filled with air, the rest with blood.
"Shhh. It's okay, it's okay." He said softly, a tone I had never heard in an angel's voice.
As the coughing fit subsided, I fully collapsed into his arms. I took short, quick gasps to try and get more air into my lungs, to make the black dots in my vision fade. I was shaking. Cold. Fear.
As I heard a crash, and some faint cursing, he pulled me into his chest. I struggled against him, it did nothing. Pain washed through me and I let out a low whine.
"I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe with me." I was barely aware of the tingling sensation dancing over me as the scenery changed into the bunker.
Once I had realized, I panicked even more. Sam and Dean weren't here. They couldn't protect me and I was in no state to protect myself. As I came to the realization, I also realized I was in the angel's arms. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I shoved my hands against his chest suddenly. He didn't expect it and I was dropped to the floor. I gasped out a cry of pain, shoving myself up and somehow, hastily forcing myself up to my feet. I leaned against the wall, my angel blade pointed at Castiel with a shaky hand. "Get away from me." I panted.
Swaying on my feet, I shuffled along the wall, slowly inching towards my room. As my legs gave out beneath me, I dropped my angel blade to the floor with a clatter, clutching onto the doorframe for dear life.
Castiel took this as a moment of weakness to move in on me. He approached with slow and deliberate steps. "It's okay," he said soothingly. "I won't hurt you."
I swayed on my feet, my resolve weakening. If I didn't allow him to help me, I would die. Simple as that. I had been going for far too long, it was a miracle, really. I should've passed out, died, a long time ago. I was lucky to have made it this far but my luck was just about out.
I hunched over, clutching my middle as another wave of pain washed through me, I whined. I gave up. "Okay." I whispered. I slid down the wall, sitting on the floor, before my legs gave out. He knelt beside me and I took a shaky breath. All my instincts were telling me to flee, to get away at all costs, but I was fighting against them.
I felt so vulnerable as my mind started flashing back to my time with the angels. My captors. I squeezed my eyes shut and I couldn't stop the tremors that shook me. My breath was starting to come in quick pants again.
"Breathe." His deep voice instructed. I jerked away, not realizing he was so close. He didn't move, didn't react.
Perhaps that's what scared me the most about him. Even more so than the angels that had captured and tortured me before. He acted so cold, just like them. But there were also times where he seemed so- so human. It was terrifying. Unpredictable.
My head started to loll to the side, the adrenaline fading, taking my energy along with it.
Through my increasingly blurry vision, I saw him raise his hand, it was glowing, and I weakly flinched away. "No- no grace-"
He tilted his head to the side, questioning. "No," I gasped again.
I knew their grace could heal, save lives. But it could also cause immense pain, and that was all I had ever experienced from it. "I'm going to pick you up then, alright?" He asked. I was starting to drift off again as he slid his arms under me, trying his best not to shift my ribs. I sucked in a pained breath, my eyes fluttering shut.
As soon as he laid me on the bed and pulled away, I noticed how warm he was. I struggled to stay awake.
He returned a few moments later with the heavily equipped first aid kit that was kept in the bathroom.
I was fading fast when he gently prodded me awake. I struggled to open my eyes. I couldn't.
I faded completely.
The last thing I remembered somewhat clearly was Castiel picking me up and carrying me to the bed.
As I stirred, stretching out my limbs and testing for damage, I felt a bit stronger than I had when I was last awake, but tiredness was still weighing across me like an uncomfortable blanket.
I felt my side where I had been slashed with the knife, it had fresh bandages, and my ribs were wrapped snugly in gauze as well.
"Sam? Dean?" I croaked out. My voice was hoarse, scratchy. It felt like I hadn't used it in years.
I was suddenly aware of my thirst, how dry my mouth was. I struggled to prop myself up on my forearms to attempt to get up.
Somehow, I managed. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, hissing as I did so, the movement jarring my ribs painfully.
I stumbled over to the door, leaning against it to catch my breath before I tugged it open.
Considering my state, I actually made it quite far before my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the cool floor of the kitchen. I groaned, feeling my stitches pull.
I forced myself up, coughing. When I pulled back my hand, I didn't see any blood. That was good, although I could taste something metallic in the back of my throat.
I heard heavy, quiet footsteps drawing nearer. Castiel.
"Are you okay?" His voice sounded worried. "You shouldn't have gotten up." He knelt down next to me.
"I was thirsty." My voice was hoarse, confirming what I said was true.
"I apologize, I stepped out of the bunker for a moment to-"
"It's okay. Thank you Castiel."
"For what?" He cocked his head to the side. I'd never admit it, but it was very endearing.
"Taking care of me, not letting me die. All that. You didn't have to."
"Of course I did."
"You didn't have to." I insisted. "I appreciate it." My voice cracked, reminding both of us what I had came in here for.
"You need food and water."
"That wouldn't be a bad idea, I guess."
He stood up, leaning down to offer me his hand. I cautiously took it, pulling myself up. As soon as I did though, spots filled my vision and I was thrown off balance. I stumbled, trying to catch myself before I fell, but I didn't have to. Castiel had caught me by the waist, I flinched away both from the foreign contact and the pain, but it was better than hitting the hard floor again.
He supported me for a few moments while I regained my balance, and I tried to go over to the sink to get some water. He gently steered me away, his arm still around me in case I lost my balance again.
"I need water-"
"You need to rest. I'll get it."
I opened my mouth the protest but decided against it. He was right. I could barely stand on my own.
When he came back, he was carrying a glass of water and a bowl with, presumably, steaming soup in it.
He sat down on the chair by my bed, setting the water down on the nightstand, and handing me the soup.
"Eat first." I took the bowl from him, inhaling it's tantalizing smell. I wasn't even going to question how he knew how to cook, assuming Sam or Dean had, at some point, taught him how to use "human machines".
"You can call me Cas." He said with a small smile on his face. A tiny smile made its way onto my features as well.
He watched on silently as I ate my soup, it wasn't awkward. It was a surprisingly comforting silence, something I never thought I would be able to feel around the angel.
As much as I hated to break the silence, a question popped into my mind. "How long was I out?"
He frowned. "Three days." He hesitated before continuing, "I had to use my grace on you, I am sorry."
I was silent. "If I hadn't, I highly doubt you would have lived, your injuries were too severe. I only healed the life-threatening injuries, nothing more."
"It was against your wishes, I know. I couldn't let you die though," he trailed off.
I was hesitant. I understood his reasoning but it scared me. The nervousness returned, thinking about how I was, still am, so vulnerable around this supernatural being. One that his brothers and sisters hadn't been so kind to me.
"It's okay." I whispered. "I forgive you. I understand, you did what you had to do. Thank you Cas, thank you for not letting me die."
The remaining soup in the bowl had gone cold. I reached over to set it down on the nightstand and picked up the glass of water, bringing it to my chapped lips. I sighed contentedly.
I noticed his frown had deepened as he stared at me. "Why were you so scared of me?" The dreaded question. I hesitated for a long while, trying to come up with some excuse or something that wouldn't offend him. I couldn't. I would tell him the truth.
"I haven't exactly had the best encounters with angels." His head tilted to the side, indicating he was listening. "They captured me, tortured me for information that I couldn't even give. Either way, whether I gave up up or not, I would be dead. Either by the being I had betrayed, or the angels for not giving them the info they wanted. They tortured me, then healed me to repeat the process all over again." Pain blossomed in my chest as the memories returned, and I had to push my tears down.
"At some point I managed to snag an angel blade and make my way out. Long story short, I guess, the only experiences I've had with your kind have not been the best. In all my years of hunting, dealing with vengeful spirits, even demons, I've never came across any as hateful as the angels." I took a shaky breath. Being this honest with him could have consequences, I wasn't sure how he would react and it worried me. I still couldn't defend myself.
"I'm sorry," I added. "it's nothing against you. I know I can trust you now it's just-"
He moved onto the edge of the bed, gently putting his finger against my lips, silencing me. "It's okay. I get it. I don't blame you." His eyes held mine. They were so blue. "Now you have someone on your side strong enough to fight them for you." A tiny smile graced his lips. "They'll never hurt you again."
"I know, thank you. Thank you so much Cas." I added with a small smile, "I wish I had known you were this nice before."
He hesitantly reached for me, and when I didn't flinch or make a move to get away from him, he gently pulled me into a hug, mindful of my still-healing injuries.
His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back as he leaned back against the pillows, holding me against his chest. I hummed contentedly, allowing my eyes to flutter shut. He was so warm.
"Sleep." He murmured. I felt it more in his chest than I heard it.
"They'll never hurt you again." He repeated softly.
With a mere gesture, the Goddess had rendered me nude. Danneel took me by the hand, a devious smirk on her lips as she backed toward the bed, bringing me down over her as she lay upon its surface.
I felt drugged, my mind in a dream-like state. I went willingly, eager for what she was offering. Even if it was somehow a trap, it would be a good way to go.
I recalled the stories of the Amazons, using men for sex and labor. I supposed my situation wasn't too far from that. Still, I couldn't seem to be concerned.
"Breed me, Warrior," Danneel demanded as her soft and delicate hand stroked my achingly hard cock, guiding me to her entrance.
A groan slipped past my lips as I slid within her. Tight, wet heat enveloped me as our heated skin slid against one another. I tried to move slowly. A twist of her hips and her hands pulling me deeper into her let me know that was not at all what she wanted.
I was all too eager to provide.
I shifted my hips and planted my hands on either side of her body as I gave in to the need to fuck her hard and deep. The drunken haze saturating my mind blocked out all thought and left me with only the goal to breed this beautiful Goddess.
Pleasing Danneel seemed like the most important sexual endeavor I'd ever embark upon. I dug my knees in deeper, giving me the leverage I needed to fuck deep and hard within her. Her moans and praise were loud, echoing off the stone chamber and whipping my hungered frenzy into overdrive.
As her climax neared, she grasped the back of my head with her hand, guiding me to her scarred throat. I growled at the sight, being reminded of others that came before me. I pumped my hips harder at a frantic pace as I chased my end, determined to be remembered and not just another bite mark.
Encouraged by her touch and moans - and something pushing me forward from deep within that I didn't understand - I found a bare spot at the base of her throat. Instinct driving me, I came hard, biting deep into her flesh and breaking the skin.
Blood flooded my mouth as my teeth sank deep into her. Her loud moans and throbbing core milked me for all I had to offer until I could give no more. I released my bite as my body came down from its high.
My eyes fell upon the fresh bite and watched in amazement as it healed before my eyes into a new scarred mark, matching the many others. Danneel grinned, that devious smirk that seemed permanently etched into her face.
The high began to fade from my mind, blood dripping from my lips, as the ritual was completed. I withdrew from her, sitting back on my knees as she stretched and sighed.
That's when I began to notice a heightened sense of smell.
I could smell the blood first and clearest of all. Then the scent of ancient, sun-dried linens followed, reminding me of where I was and what bizarre turn of events I'd found myself.
A faded scent of white musk, herbs, and spices began filtering through as well, making me feel overwhelmed and slightly dizzy.
Then the pain began and I understood that Danneel's blood was changing me. Most likely into the 'Alpha' she had mentioned before.
My muscles began to cramp and seize. I could feel and hear my bones cracking and sliding, my muscles moving and changing as my body bulked out. I looked down at my torso, seeing my muscles already more toned and pronounced.
Before I could appreciate the change, another painful wave of cramps and spasms set through me, igniting a fever from deep within. I wiped the sweat away from my brow as I caught my breath.
I flexed and twitched, adjusting to the changes in my musculature. My senses were more pronounced. I had fiery energy pulsing within me that I'd never experienced before.
On top of it all, my cock was harder than it had ever been before, despite having just climaxed. The whole thing set in quickly, making me wonder if I'd die and making me feel desperate to fuck.
I looked to Danneel once more, silently pleading for more, my hunger far from satiated. She merely flashed me that damned smirk again, walking away from me.
The vision of her nude back became blurry before I passed out from the overwhelming ordeal.
A/N: This is for the Greek Challenge. There will be two additional parts. Thank you @flamencodiva for looking it over for me!
When I was a young boy, my grandfather would recount tales of his finest days. He was an amateur Historian with a love for Archaeology. As a child, he would tell me stories of Ancient Greeks and their legends. His obsessions revolved around rumors and scant documentation mentioning a lost Temple to the Goddess Danneel - also known as Aella in many texts.
Danneel was one of Hippolyta’s Amazons, who fought against Hercules. A small cult following sprung up, a temple built in her honor. According to legends, men from far and wide would seek out the temple and the blessing of the Goddess Danneel.
Many men entered the temple, but most were never heard from again. The few that had emerged were now strong, blessed warriors. Each reentered the world with a beautiful new wife on their arm.
My grandfather had found an old journal by another amateur archeologist who had spent his life researching and attempting to find the lost Temple. He had been laughed at by the archeological community, as had my grandfather. The legends of Danneel - and the Amazon Warriors created by her - were chalked up to mere tales, no truth found to root them in reality.
My grandfather's tales of his research and adventures sparked something within me and began my lifelong obsession with Greek history and the legend of the Lost Temple. When he passed, he left me a large inheritance and his books and journals, along with the charm I'd seen him wear as a necklace my whole life - a small, intricate labrys.
Now a man myself, I intend to finish my grandfather's work. With my doctorate in archaeology, my inheritance, and my grandfather's journals, I set forth on my own adventure - to find the Temple of Danneel and unveil the truth behind the legend of the Amazons.
I arrived in Greece and traveled to my intended destination - a small strip of land between ancient Athens and Sparta. The landscape was breathtaking. The gentle breeze in the air mixing with fine Mediterranean weather had me in the highest of spirits.
I quickly set up camp and my small tent before diving into my notes and began to survey the area. After a few hours, I determined I saw in the correct spot, according to the journals. But I hadn't found any evidence supporting any sort of man-built structure ever existed here.
After several hours, and with nightfall descending upon me, I returned to my tent for the night. Stripping down to just my trousers, I lay back on the sleeping bag, settling in to review the notes and journals once more. I opened up a brand new journal and began to record my own journey.
As my eyes grew heavy, I decided to turn in for the night. Putting everything carefully away, I lie back into my sleeping bag. As had become habit, my hand fiddled with the labrys charm around my neck, thinking back to my grandfather and others who had been here before me.
Was I foolish to think that I would be able to find the Lost Temple? Over them?
I had to at least try.
I woke suddenly with a start. My hand instinctively went to the charm around my neck, feeling it still in place but warm. As I sat up, catching my breath, a strange sight caught my eye.
Outside the sheets of the tent, I could see flickering firelight. Curiosity pulled me forward. Clad only in my trousers, I grabbed my gun, not knowing what could be on the other side.
As I exited the tent, I froze in awe at what greeted me. A small but pristine temple in the antiquated Greek style. Feeling trepidations, my feet carried me forward into the well-lit temple and the secrets it held within.
It was finely decorated, painted in mosaics. The story of Danneel and the creation of her Amazons were depicted in beautiful color and detail.
The sand beneath my bare feet was warm and soft as I made my way towards the altar at the end of the grand hall. Strong scents of flowers and spices reached my nose as a figure appeared before me at the altar, stopping me in my tracks.
The figure of a stunning woman stood, draped in white linen robes and gilded bands. From her aura and the power emanating from her, I could instantly tell this was no apparition or hallucination but the Goddess Herself.
I suddenly recalled the tales of many men who had gone into the Temple and were never seen from again. I swallowed hard, the gun held loosely in my limp hand. I doubted it would do much good anyway.
"What a fine warrior you appear to be," the Goddess spoke as she began to slowly circle me.
Her eyes devoured me from head to toe. That is when I remembered my statue of undress. She seemed to enjoy the sight and my increasing discomfort.
"I am a scholar," I spoke with as steady a voice I could muster. "I am no warrior."
"We shall see," she responded as she came to stand in front of me once more, her fingers trailing along my collarbone before she took a step back.
"You have come for my blessing."
"I have come to study the Temple and the legend of the female Amazon Warriors."
"They all seek my Omegas."
I swallowed hard once more, watching her eyes narrow, though I could not guess what she was thinking. I had no clue what an 'Omega' was other than possibly being the way she referred to the Amazons.
"You will face my trial," she announced, striding to stand behind the marble altar. "If you pass my trial, I will grant you a gift of power. If you do not pass or if you refuse - you will die."
I came here, hoping to find evidence to support the myths of old. Now I stood before an ancient Goddess, preparing myself to stand trials I knew nothing about.
Would I survive and receive her blessing?
Or would I disappear from the world like so many others?
I supposed it was down to either 'do the Trials' or die. If I was going to face this ancient ritual and ceremony, I was going to give it everything I had until my last breath.
My mind quickly reminded me of my studies in the ways of old. I dropped to one knee, bowing my head to make my pledge.
"An honor to fight for your blessing, Goddess."
I heard a pleased hum and looked up to see a smirk adorning her delicate lips. A tingling in my hands and arms drew my attention down as I rose to my full height. I watched in awe as a shield appeared on my left arm, an ancient labrys in my right. The weapon was finely balanced, the leather-wrapped handle comfortable and secure in my hold.
I settled my gaze on Danneel as she stood behind the altar, her eyes on a new woman in our midst. My breath was stolen from my lungs, my heart seized in place, but not from fear. The woman - the warrior - stood before me in intricate armor, the same shield and double-headed ax wielded for battle.
I was so enraptured by her beauty - her tall and strong build, voluptuous and sinful curves. I'd never seen such a woman before. If such women were the prize - along with promised power - no wonder so many found it more than worth the while.
I felt foolish for being distracted by her in such a way. As she swung her ax towards me, I narrowly blocked with my shield. That's when I knew they meant business.
It was a good fight, a hard fought battle. In the end, after many cuts and painful blows, I had her pinned with my ax to her throat. Half of me wanted to slit her throat with the ax, the warrior in me coming to life. The other half of me wanted to toss the ax aside, kiss her harshly, and take her right there on the warm sandy floor of this mysterious and forsaken temple.
The sound of Danneel's voice called to me, ending the fight between the woman I was suddenly loathed to part with and me.
"You have passed my trial and proven yourself a worthy warrior," Danneel announced as she took me gently by the arm and guided me away.
I looked over my shoulder, finding the beautiful and mysterious warrior gone as if she never existed.
Maybe this was all a fever dream. Part of some curse of the ancients acting out its vengeance upon me.
I was so distracted by my thoughts and the fuzziness beginning to cloud my mind that I hadn't noticed Danneel had taken me off to some grand, ancient bedchamber.
A single bed lay made in the stone of the floor, luxurious and colorful cloths draped invitingly over its surface. The room was lit by fires and it was then I noticed the extensively detailed pornographic images upon the walls, similar to the art style in the grand hall.
"The Omegas - the Amazons as you called them-" Danneel spoke to me as she slowly paced the room, making her way around the bed as she talked and devoured me with her eyes.
"-they are my children, born of mating with strong warriors that pass my trials."
I tried to process what she was saying to me but was distracted by what appeared to be scars littering her neck and shoulders. I took a step forward, my eyes following her intently.
She was indeed covered in scars - in human teeth marks - as if she'd been bitten again and again. The horror of it worried my mind and I wondered once more what I had gotten myself into. Whatever was about to happen, I knew there was no refusing. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to even if I could.
"You, strong warrior, you will give me a new Omega and I will make you an Alpha."
I had no idea what any of that meant. Maybe it was a result of these Alphas she mentioned. She was going to do something to me - her blessing. I knew I should be worried. But I only felt drawn to her and under her command.
As her white linen robes hit the ground, revealing her nude form, my reasonable mind slipped to the background. I would give this true-to-form Goddess anything she desired of me.
Right people with younger siblings, am I the only one who has this in my family.
I will do something wrong and get screamed at for it but if my younger siblings do it it's perfectly fine.
Or I'll forget to do something and all I get is " oh you alway forget thing, do you need to see a doctor?" (this is always sarcastic)
But if my siblings forget something it's all fine.
Sorry about the personal rant but this really pisses me off. I go to work every day but I'm still expected to do all the housework before or after whilst my siblings sit and play games on their computers.
Hi guys sorry I haven't been as active as I usuall am. I've been completely knackered lately and I only get 2 days off of work a week so it's been kinda hard to do any writing. If anyone is waiting for me to post something drop me a ask or send me a message I'll get on to it ASAP.
Thank you for understanding and hopefully I can post some new content soon.
Requested by @jarpad24 : Could you please do a Cordell Walker x reader where runs away from her family and cordell finds her sat out by the border by herself. She explains why she ran away was that she felt invisible, that no one would notice that she had gone missing. She tells him that she ran away a week before and that her fears had been confirmed. Lots of fluff and comfort, obviously a bit of crying and definitely a Cordell hug 🤗Thank you so much hun 😁 I understand if you can't but If you can thank you in advance 😁 😊
Warnings: feeling invisible, a bit of depression, neglected by your parents and older sibling, a little angst, fluff (is that even a warning)
A/N I know this isn’t exactly what you requested, but I do really hope you like it, and I got a little carried away when I started to write which is why it turned out longer than I expected it to be, and I loved the request and I loved writing this one. If it‘s something else that you were looking for in your request you can just comment on this post or message me, and I will try my best to make what you want. If I by accident counted wrong on how many days had went past then I’m terribly sorry I’m really bad at math. l’m so sorry for the long wait. If you want to request send it in my inbox or just message me, love you all
As usual you hadn’t even been spared a single glance as you said hello when you had gotten home from school. Like usual the rest of your family were to caught up in there own thing than to even acknowledge you. Your older sibling didn’t even seem to notice you. At least they cared enough to get you into a school and give you food and clothes, but other than that it was like you were a stranger walking around in the house, it was even like you were a ghost to them, just flying around.
So that’s why you had decided to run away, and instead of walking straight to your room you made a turn and walked into the kitchen. You took a few apples and a bottle that you filled up with water and put them into your school bag. Then you took some other things to eat like some toasts and a few cookies that you found in a jar on the kitchen table. You put the rest of the food inside your bag and walked upstairs to your room.
As soon as you were inside your room you emptied your bag of items on your bed. Then you packed a few clothes and put in the food and water bottle. You also decided that you would leave after dinner as you would probably get hungry quickly if you left with an empty stomach, and they would probably notice if you weren’t down for dinner.
A few hours later you could hear your parents yell out that dinner was ready. You walked down and sat down at the table, taking a good amount of food on your plate so you wouldn’t get hungry later on when you were to run away. Like when you had gotten home your parents didn’t acknowledge you. They only talked to your older sibling and asked how school was and talked like never before. While they talked you sat there eating your food as quickly as possible, the sooner you ate up, the sooner you could escape from this place.
After you ate up you darted up to your room. Took your bag, put on your shoes and started your plan on running away. You opened the window all the way, and started to climb outside of it. After a while of struggling, and nearly falling down you were finally on the outside of your window. You took a tight grip on the tree that was right outside your window and started to climb down.
While you struggled to get down you accidentally placed your foot on a weak branch and it snapped, and your foot gave under. You list your grip with your hands and you nearly fell of the tree if you hadn’t been quick enough to take a grip of one of the big branches near your head. After that you started to slowly climb down, even if your foot still hurt from the branch that snapped beneath you. Slowly but steadily your shoes hit the ground and you let go of the tree.
You started by checking your foot for any injuries, and when you found none. You started to walk away to your favorite place and you didn’t look back.
Two days after you ran away and came to the border you couldn’t help but to think that maybe what you did was wrong. Maybe they were running around in town looking for you. Maybe your family was worried sick about you. Maybe they were even scared that you had been kidnapped. They had probably already went to the police and said that you were missing. Soon a police car would come up here saying that your family were worried sick about you and that they had been looking for you.
But as you waited no car came and your food was gone now. So you decided to go into town and look and see if your parents has been looking for you, it would also be a perfect time to go and get some food for the money that you had taken with you.
So that’s what you did and how you ended up by the border once again crying. You had seen your family through one of the windows of the house eating food completely normal, not a single look of worry on their faces. They were laughing and having fun. It was like they hadn’t even noticed that you were gone. They looked so happy without you there. So with sad, heavy footsteps you walked back to the border. On the way you had stopped by the police station, only to figure out that no one had even came to the police station saying that you were missing.
While you were crying you started to think about your life. You couldn’t believe that you from a beginning thought that your family’s behavior was normal.
Was it that you didn’t have the highest grade, or was it because you wasn’t the perfect daughter to them, was it that one time that you went to a party because you wanted a reaction out of them. Maybe it was because you weren’t really social and that you didn’t want to become what your parents wanted you to be when you were little. Because you knew that they did care for you for a little while until you turned six. As good as you tried you could never figure out why they ignored you all the time, you could never figure out why they treated you so badly. Why they didn’t care.
After a while your cries stopped and you had finally decided that you would never come back to them again. You didn’t want to be with your so called family anymore, you were sick of them and you would never set a foot inside of that house again. Sure you didn’t have it as bad as some people as you weren’t abused, but to have a family that didn’t care for you more than to give you food, clothes, and enroll you in school, just so they looked good in front of other people didn’t feel to well. To be ignored and feel like a ghost in your own house didn’t really feel too well either. It was something that made you dread going up in the mornings and not wanting to go home after school. It made you feel all alone in the world and sometimes even when you were with friends you still felt alone, and you couldn’t talk to anyone about this as they would just say that you are a dramatic teenager who wants attention. Your friends didn’t know about how you were treated at home, nor did the teachers now. It wasn’t like anyone needed to know as you never really had guests at home or any friends come over, when you lived there.
It was now four days after you had went into town and a car had pulled up by the border where you were sitting, as you cried for the second time that day. Out of the car stepped a very tall man with hat in his head. He looked at you concerned and you only looked down as you tried to stop yourself from crying more. You had recognized the man as Cordell Walker. He was the father to one of your only friends Stella. You had met him a few times before while you were at there home with Stella or that day that you had both went to a party with one of your other friend and had gotten caught by the police. Your parents hadn’t even cared to come pick you up so you had gotten home with the help of Stella’s father.
You were too caught up trying to stop sobbing that you hadn’t heard when he walked over. Not until you felt someone sitting down beside you. Cordell could feel you tense up a little bit before your shoulders relaxed and he decided to speak.
“Hey, uh you’re Y/N right, Stella’s friend”
When he broke the silence you felt like you would burst into tears again, someone had found you at your weakest and would probably bring you home again. The one thing you wanted the least at this moment was to go home to your family. The clump in your throat were getting bigger and bigger the more you thought about the possibility of seeing your parents and sibling again. The clump got so big that it was threatening to make you burst into tears if you so much as opened your mouth. So the only thing you did was nod your head yes, hoping that he saw it.
Both you and Cordell could feel the tension that started to come up with the silence. So I’m an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence he said the one thing he could come up with, which was what Stella had told him a few days back.
“So.. Stella told me you have been missing for a while now” This caused you to slightly glance at him to see that he was looking forward out on the sunset and the sky that was slowly getting darker each minute that passed by. In that moment you felt relieved that he wasn’t looking at you. If he had looked at you then he would of seen the tears that came to your eyes and the trembling lips, which had been caused by his words. It meant that someone had actually noticed your absence, not only Stella but she had even told her father about it. Even though you knew it wasn’t your parents who had been looking for you it still felt nice knowing that at least someone cared, even if it was only one of your friends.
“My uh… my family they… they don’t uh… they don’t really care about me”
Cordell got a little surprised as he hadn’t expected you to say anything, so when he turned and looked at you he saw that you were already looking at him. The lights from the sunset shining on your faces making him see your dull, tearful eyes.
As he looked at you he asked the words that you knew he would of asked when you said those words, even though you had hoped that he wouldn’t of asked. “What makes you think that?” he had a sad look on his face when he asked that specific question. He had an idea of what you were talking about, having heard from Stella about her theories with you and your relationship to your family. The worst part was that your words had reminded him of when he had left his own kids after Emily’s death. He felt sad to know that another kid that he kind of knew was probably going threw something similar.
With a sad voice that nearly broke you said your next words “I know what I fear is true”
You felt his gaze on you, waiting for you to continue, as you turned your head looking away from him. Once again the clump in your throat was back and you were afraid that at any moment you would break down. But deciding that you could trust him you continued.
“It’s just… I uh… I ran away a week ago, and they haven’t even been looking for me” at those words he couldn’t help but to feel pity for you knowing for a fact himself that they hadn’t reported you missing, and the only reason he knew was because of Stella. Knowing the truth himself he still wanted to comfort you so he tried once again as he said his next words he hoped you wouldn’t know that he was keeping something from you.
“Then how do you know that they haven’t been looking for you”
You felt that he was trying to comfort you at the same time as he was not telling the whole truth himself. You had been told before from Stella that he was good at lying, and you yourself were a good liar. You had to be to be able to lie to your friends about your home life whenever they would ask questions. So you being you feeling as he already knew too much, (and you did after all trust him) and that it wouldn’t really matter if you told him or not, decided to answer his question truthfully.
“I know that because I went into town to check, to see if they were, they hadn’t even gone to the police saying I was missing” and with those words your voice broke at the last part. You desperately hoped that he hadn’t heard that your voice wavered, and you definitely hoped that he hadn’t seen you biting down on your lip trying to keep you sobs inside. Not wanting him to see you at your lowest once again.
Unfortunately he had looked at you, seeing how you tried to hold in your sobs. He had heard your voice when it wavered, and he had felt the sadness within your words. On the other hand you were lucky that he cared about what you had said. That he cared enough to bring you into a hug.
As you felt his arms wrap slowly around you, you couldn’t help but to tense at first, not having had a any physical contact with someone in a while. His hug felt warm and comforting, like he truly wanted you to be okay. Your thoughts were only confirmed when he spoke up breaking the silence once again.
“You know I don’t think Stella would mind if you would come with me home, for a sleepover with her” and there was a silence before he spoke again “I wouldn’t mind and the rest of my family wouldn’t either… you could stay as long as you want… and you could probably even live over with us… I… I know Stella would be happy with that” he couldn’t stop himself while he said those words. After all his mother had taken in Hoyt, so what would stop him from taking care of you with the help of the rest of his family.
His words was all it took for you to break down. Soon one tear fell down your cheek, the rest of the tears followed instantly afterwards. Cordell could feel yourself breaking down as your tears fell from your eyes, and he positioned himself so that your face were know on his chest, his head resting on yours as he stroke your hair. Soon after his actions your sobs broke free, not being able to keep them in anymore.
As you fell apart in his arms he just continued to hug you while you cried as he tried his best to comfort you. Surprising you both when he started to whisper in comforting words like “everything is going to be okay” or “you won’t have to see them again” and all those words that he whispered made you feel better. He continued to comfort you until your sobs had died down and your tears had stopped.
He lifted himself of the ground bringing his right hand out for you to grab it. As you grabbed it he pulled you up. You felt him let go of your hand as he turned to walk over to the truck. But before he got there you ran up to him hugging him one last time. He hugged back not wanting to let you go.
The darknesses now surrounded the two of you except for the lights from his truck as you stood there hugging each other. As the two of you hugged, you couldn’t help but to feel lucky that he had decided to drive by the border that day. That he had stopped his car when he saw you, and that he had helped you. If he hadn’t then maybe you would of still been out there all alone.