Castiel was just too damn suited for cuddling, how could he resist?

“Possible, of course, but I wouldn’t know.”, the demon hummed. “Though as long as you are back on track again.. what are your plans for the time being, hm? Surely you have to make up for all those lost weeks.”

He hummed nervously. “Well.. I was going to talk to Dean. Uh.. I don’t have much to do anymore. Not since I got kicked out of Heaven.” Castiel’s mood visibly dropped at that remembrance. “Maybe I’ll cure sick children, or.. open a restaurant. Then again, I can’t eat human food, it would probably taste awful, and that’s the whole idea of a restaurant.” 

Who would he be if he did not manage to unnerve the always so very collected angel just a little bit? Their whole dynamics depended on this very trope - Castiel being annoyed by half of what Asmodeus did and said, and endeared by the other half, ultimately growing fond of the archdemon besides better reason not to.

“And I just so happen to find a lot of fun things in you.”, he replied as he ruffled the other’s hair with his fingers. “Are you feeling any better than before though? I mean, I seriously cannot blame you. Crawling into Hell and back knocked me out for longer than six months for sure.”

He frowned when his hair was ruffled. Asmodeus knew how to get on his nerves quickly. “Well, I feel pretty good. Not at my best, but not like I’m about to die anymore. Right before I went under Gabriel promised to help me. He owes me. I have a feeling he had something to do with it.”

“Babies? Really, man? Ever had one? That’s just fat and nothing else. I don’t recommend them.”

“That’s disgusting. You really are just as bad as I remember.”

He smiled sheepishly, wriggling a little to try and get himself some space, but soon gave up on that goal. Evidently, he’d been missing out on too many inconvenient hugs. “Asleep. Half-dead, really. So, fine, I suppose. I feel much better for it. How have you been, my friend?”

Inconveniently intimate hugs were Asmodeus speciality. The angel could have tried to defend his personal space as much as he wanted to, the demon was not going to let go of him now.

“Marvellous, marvellous as always. So many exciting things happening at once, my heart is in constant flutter.”, he purred. “And now there’s you, too.”

He chuckled nervously. There was something about the way Asmodeus spoke that constantly slightly unnerved him, but he had missed him all the same.

"I don't think I'm all that exciting. I'm relatively dull. It's you that manages to find the fun in things."

The demon pushed himself up into a sitting position and gestured for the other to come closer. As soon as Castiel gave into the wish, Asmodeus had already wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer to his chest. “My sweet friend, never would I be. Not for this kind of thing, no. How have you been?” He grinned.

He smiled sheepishly, wriggling a little to try and get himself some space, but soon gave up on that goal. Evidently, he’d been missing out on too many inconvenient hugs. “Asleep. Half-dead, really. So, fine, I suppose. I feel much better for it. How have you been, my friend?”

“Come on, no one got hurt. I don’t think. I stuck around to make sure. I can’t control these things.”

“Don’t you eat babies or something? I don’t think you have room to speak there.”

“My eyes must be deceiving me..”

“Uh.. hi. Are you mad at me? I mean, I didn’t think I would be out for so long. My bad.”

old commission

“Nope, can’t say I’ve ever been that thought- or ruthless. Way to go, angel boy. Way to go.”

“Are you saying you aren’t glad to see me, snake... man... thing?”

Down and Out

What he was doing. It was a stupid idea. This was by far his worst idea he has ever had in his long long long life. He survived this long because he wasn’t stupid. He knew the ins and outs of the people he worked with. Gabriel knew that this was bad. He knew that the angel in there was sick and in pain. He could help them, and he would if he didn’t know who it was that was in there. Castiel. The one angel, the one supernatural creature that the Winchesters trusted. 

The archangel looked the same as he did before. He just wore a different outfit. He wore a pair of slacks, a green t-shirt, a zip-up grey sweater and a black jacket. He was warm enough even though it was in the middle of winter. He sighed and he could see his breath as he did so. 

He died for the Winchesters at one point. He trusted them and he died for their cause. Now that he was back he wanted nothing to do with the Winchesters and anything that they stood for, but he couldn’t abandon his brother when he can help him. Gabriel was brought back by dear ol’dad, and he planned on using his new found life to help people as much as he can. And that included his brother. 

After a brief internal debate on the merits of helping his brother, he took a deep breath and moved toward the door. He didn’t knock though. Instead he just walked into the room using his grace and sighed at the horrible picture that made his brother. “You’ve looked better.” he said a bit loudly to get his attention. “Need some help?” he asked with a grin.

His eyes snapped open and he blinked at Gabriel for a moment, not sure if he was hallucinating or not. There was every chance. He’d ‘seen’ all sorts of people in the same room as him for over the past few weeks.

Once he clocked who it was, he sat up straight and frowned at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were-” Ah, but Gabriel never stayed down for long, did he? How many times had he tricked Castiel into thinking he was dead by now? He got up to walk around the sofa and stand a way away from him, slightly suspicious still. It was always worth being on your guard around his big brother. “Yes, I suppose so. But since when have you wanted to help me?”

Castiel was clearly confused as to why he was here and how. Gabriel sat on the couch and looked at his brother’s battered and torn grace. It wasn’t even grace anymore, it was just bits and pieces of one. “You know me little brother. I never stay dead for very long. I would like nothing more than to help you out. Dear ol’dad gave me a second chance and although he has given you many chances in the past, i’m here to give you one more.” he explained.

“I’ve always wanted to help you Castiel.” he said with a sigh. “I’m not here to screw you over or play with you. I just want to help you get back onto your feet. Would you like my help?” he asked once more. 

“Of course you don’t.” He sighed, and contemplated being angry, but couldn’t quite muster up the energy. He could have really used Gabriel’s help not too long ago. Unfortunately, he also couldn’t quite believe he was talking to the real deal. Or, even if Gabriel’s intention was to help him. He knew his brother had some sort of brotherly affection for him, but it wasn’t enough for him to bother sticking his neck out for him if it meant risking his own safety.

“If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me and then did the exact opposite, I’d have a better motel room.” He replied scathingly, but the interest was still there, in the confused way he continued to stare at him. “I could use a little help, yes. Depends what the catch is.”

i always get fucked up with I think about Cas thinking his bond with Dean is profound

like Cas is huge and ancient and cosmic, how big and endless does something have to be for an angel to consider it profound

i always get fucked up with I think about Cas thinking his bond with Dean is profound

like Cas is huge and ancient and cosmic, how big and endless does something have to be for an angel to consider it profound

Down and Out

“I did not mean any talk about feelings. Just.. a talk.”, Asmodeus said with a small shrug. “Nothing in particular. I am sure he would want to know hat you are suffering.”

He was learning. Or, too tired to think as negatively about him as normal. Either showed some positive development.

“Maybe. That doesn’t mean I want him to know. I’ve not talked to him properly, I suppose. If he’s doing alright, that’s what matters.” He paused, glancing up at him. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen him?”

Engel || AU

Slow mornings had to be Asmodeus’ favourite mornings. How quickly he had adapted to this new way of waking would have surprised himself, if he hadn’t been so busy searching for Castiel’s face with his eyes closed and his hand wandering. As soon as his fingers brushed something he thought to be a soft cheek he guided it up to his own mouth, where he delivered a little loving gesture. 

The world was still somewhat of a blur when his tongue slipped into the other’s mouth and he pressed Castiel closer, the remains of a comfortable night casually poking the other’s thigh. It was no real advance, even if it could have been. Asmodeus avoided coming to his senses long enough to contemplate the situation, really.

He remained half-submersed in sleep as he felt soft fingers in his hair, and over his eyelids and came to rest on his cheek. Castiel was further lulled awake by the soft kiss that moved from innocence to a passionate reminder of last night and how damn good it had been. He’d sort of blown the ‘keeping his distance’ tactic. Asmodeus certainly knew how to win back favour.

But that was enough for now. Don’t give him the wrong idea, don’t move too fast. Come to your senses! Remember what you heard him say..

Trying to shake off the dream that clouded his mind still, he cut the kiss short slightly, tactfully. He wasn’t sure what the gesture had meant, but he was back to over-thinking anything and everything. But he still moved his hand up into his hair, running his fingers thought it fondly, and kissed him again, shorter and sweeter. “Good morning.” He murmured, unsure of what else to say that could possibly sum up what was going through his head.

Down and Out

Asmodeus’ talents spoke for themselves. As did his actions, one would assume, yet it was interesting that an angel did not condemn his actions, whereas Dean had gotten his panties in a twist over some mere miscommunication. The demon’s true intentions remained unknown, and maybe even Asmodeus wasn’t so sure what exactly he had wanted to achieve with them. The results, however, he was more than happy to hold in his arms for comfort. Even in this graceless, tortured state of his’ Castiel was still a heavenly being, and absolutely irresistable for the hedonistic demon prince.

“Have you talked to Dean, as of late?”

He shouldn’t. But as of late, all he did was sleep. It wasn’t exactly the same as human sleep, more like temporarily shutting down than recharging his batteries. More sleep didn’t make him feel less tired, either. He remained permanently in the same, exhausted state as he battled to keep himself alive.

He hummed an agreement. He might have been angry if he had only known Asmodeus for a short while, but he just couldn’t blame him when technically he hadn’t asked for any extra help, and for a demon prince like himself, things seemed very black and white in that regard. Castiel had managed to get Dean out, and anything after that was on himself. An acknowledgement of wrongdoing would have been nice, but it didn’t seem reasonable to demand one when he obviously had made an effort to check up on him. 

“It wasn’t good.. no, I haven’t seen him. I have spoken to him over the phone, but if you mean a conversation about feelings, then no. Dean prefers to gather himself after trauma like that alone for a while, so I’m giving him space.” Cas mumbled back.