Under Siege (Part Six), RPS, NC-17

[phantisma]

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Under Siege (Part Six--I'll get an index up soon)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, John, Lucifer/Castiel, Lucifer/Dean
Word Count: 3544
Rating: NC-17 (for theme)
Summary: Near the end of Season Six, after "The Man Who Would Be King"...Castiel has not been seen or heard from since his last conversation with Dean at Bobby's. Time marches on without him and Sam and Dean keep hunting. One night Sam wakes to sounds he can't place and Balthazar appears, leaving a very wounded, unresponsive & comatose Castiel in their care before he disappears. Thus begins a mystery that will stretch the already thin resources of the Winchester boys to their limits...and may break more than one of them before the end.

A/Ns & Warnings: This is a fic that ate my brain, continues to eat my brain. It is partially the fault of varkelton and the conversation begun at her house. Fair warning that the topic of that conversation was what situations either of us could conceivably actually slash Castiel with either of the boys....so while this has not yet gone to a slashy place, it very well may andso, Lucifer takes the stage, and that leads to sex of the not entirely consensual As to warnings for this part? More whumpage, non-con, memories of violence and rape.




Dean stared at his phone.

"Dean?"

He looked up, blinking. "Area code 716."

"What?" Bobby frowned at him.

"Where is it?"

"New York, I think." Bobby said, sitting down at the computer.

"Find me this." Dean thrust the phone at him, the number still showing.

"Who was it?"

Dean put the phone on the desk next to Bobby and paced away. "Castiel…and I think Sam was in the background, at least at first. He said something about a hotel." Dean paced while Bobby looked the number up.

"The Oakes Hotel, Niagra Falls, New York." Bobby said.

Dean snatched the phone up, already half way to the door before Bobby caught him. "Where you going?"

Dean pulled his arm away with a growl. "Niagra Falls, apparently."

"Wait."

"No." He was done with waiting. It was the first clue they'd had since Sam and Castiel had disappeared.

"Your father—"

"Isn't up for this." Dean pulled the door open and headed for the car with Bobby right behind him.

"And you think you are?"

He stopped and turned to face Bobby. "Someone has to be. And that's my brother out there. My brother and my friend."

"Not too long ago you were just about done with both of them."

"I'm going."

"Just wait. A few minutes. An hour. Give us an hour to get ready."

Dean shook his head. "Do what you have to, but I'm going now."

He climbed into the car and closed the door, bringing the engine to life and roaring out of the yard. He could see his father joining Bobby in the rearview mirror, but he didn't stop.

He had a long drive and he couldn't wait, not now that he had a clue, some idea…and yeah, Lucifer could move them…take them anywhere he wanted to really…but somehow Dean thought he wouldn't.

In fact…it was probably a trap.

Which, okay was something he should have thought about before throwing himself headlong away from the only support he had left, but damnit, he couldn't sit in the house one more day, one more minute. At least driving he was moving and he had time to think of a plan.

He snorted and stepped on the gas. Right. Because planning against Lucifer had worked out so very well in the past. At least they had the sword.

Fuck.

He'd left so fast he didn't think to grab it.

He exhaled. Bobby and his father would be behind him. They would bring it.

It would be fine. He just had to get there. Right now that was all that mattered.



Castiel woke to low voices and rolled slowly to his side, peering through the open door of the bedroom into the sitting room of the suite. He could see Sam not Sam, dressed and sitting in the chair, hands folded neatly on the top knee of his crossed legs.

At least that meant Castiel was alone…or at least more alone than he'd been in a while. He hissed a little as he moved against the dirty sheets. He was healing, of course, but each time Lucifer…Castiel shuddered at the thought of the things Lucifer had made him do.

It was so much worse than Crowley somehow, though the violence had been replaced with feigned intimacy, the nails and claws with gentle caresses, the lewd commentary with soft whispers of professed love that some part of him wanted to believe.

Not Lucifer. He wasn't that fallen to think that somehow Lucifer cared for him. No. He was lost, soiled, perhaps broken, but he knew better than to believe anything Lucifer did or spoke.

But Sam…Castiel slid toward the side of the bed, moving slowly, his eyes on Lucifer through the door. If he could just get to the side closest to the bathroom, Lucifer would not be able to see him.

It was a false sense of security, to be certain, but it was all he had left. He moved stiffly, still favoring the bad knee, his back stiff and sore. He eased into the bathroom, pulling the door shut as quietly as he could.

Sam was his friend. Castiel had forgotten that before, had seen Sam's deeds rather than his heart. But Sam had redeemed himself in the end, had conquered Lucifer, if only for the last few minutes…enough to send Lucifer into the cage, no matter the price.

And Sam had been kind to him, despite his failures, which Castiel now understood were many. So some small part of him wanted to believe that Sam could be in there, doing what he could to let Castiel know…

He sighed and stepped into the spacious shower stall. The water was soothing and he turned the heat up, until the water turned the skin of his body red. He turned his face into the spray, letting it wash away the evidence of his tears and wishing it could burn away the shame with it.

Sam had kissed him. In the panic room at Bobby's. If he closed his eyes he could almost remember what it felt like.

Then the door was sliding open and Sam's body was against his and Sam's voice was in his ear. Castiel kept his eyes closed as Sam's hands caressed over his skin, over his hips, pulling him back against a strong body. He let himself forget, let himself pretend, as Sam's mouth sought his, turning his body around…as strong hands lifted him.

Sam's penis penetrated him and Castiel's eyes squeezed more tightly shut, his hands rising to wide shoulders to support him. His back was against the shower wall and Sam's body was tight to his, pulsing inside him. His mouth opened under Sam's tongue, letting him in, giving in to the silent demands for surrender, for submission.

When it was over and Sam had come inside him, eased him back down to his feet, Castiel stood still under the water while Lucifer washed him, and went willingly when he was led from the shower. Lucifer dried him and brought him back to the bedroom.

The bed was clean and made and a tray sat on the end of it. "I had some food brought up. Come, eat."

Castiel followed him to the bed, surrendering the towel without fighting and climbing under the sheets and blankets naked. Lucifer brought the tray closer, pulling the silver cover from the plate. "I hope you like turkey."

Castiel looked at the plate, but the thought of eating was odd. "You need your strength. You're still healing."

"I should not need to take sustenance." Castiel said, his voice sounding flat and odd to his ears.

Lucifer cupped a hand to his face. "If you were not broken, you would not need it. But here you sit, unable to even leave this mortal body, this shell." His hand caressed along his face, around his neck, his fingers pressing against the seal that bound him. "You have been bound, brother. Sullied by that fucking low bellied son of a hell hound. Your body is now a part of you and you must care for it." He pulled his hand away. "So eat."

He pulled away and paced to the door. "We had a visitor while you rested. You might like to know that I will have Crowley soon enough. And when I have him, it will please me to have you strike the blow that kills him."

Some part of himself rose to the thought, though he didn't voice it. He focused on eating. He did not want Lucifer to be angry with him. And perhaps, if he placated Lucifer, he would be lulled long enough that Castiel might see Sam again.




Dean watched from the relative safety of the room he'd broken into as demon possessed men and women came and went, bringing all kinds of odd things to the honeymoon suite, where he'd gathered Lucifer was holed up with Castiel.

So far he'd seen weapons and art and jewelry of all things, gold and silver, even trunks and large casks, like tributes being made, declarations of loyalty. He was biding his time.

His father and Bobby were somewhere out there, getting closer…but the longer he waited the stronger Lucifer was getting. He had to believe that somewhere inside there, Sam was fighting and that Sam could win, like he had before.

His pocket buzzed and he pulled his phone out, easing the door closed. "Yeah?"

"We're about six hours out." His father's voice.

"I've got eyes on them. Lucifer's holed up in a honeymoon suite, but the demon population around here is outrageous. Coming and going at all hours."

"Sit tight. We may have a plan."

"Just hurry, Dad. I've got a bad feeling about this."

He closed his phone and went back to the door, easing it open a crack, only to find a body on the other side. A big body.

A fist closed on his shirt and pulled him into the hallway, sending him crashing into the wall. The familiar feeling of an incorporeal hand around his throat lifted him and pressed him into the wall as an equally familiar face approached him.

"Well, well, if it isn't Dean Winchester."

"Meg." Dean acknowledged, letting himself hang limp. No point in giving her the satisfaction of a struggle. "Why am I not surprised?"

She slide up to him, rubbing her stolen body over his. "You know, it's really too bad he wants you all to himself. I'd love to play with you a while."

"To be honest, I don't fuck demons. That would be my brother."

She pulled his face to his and covered his mouth with her own, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. "Oh, you've fucked a few, Dean. You just don't know it."

She pulled back and adjusted the jacket she was wearing, then gestured with her head to the big guy she was with. Dean slid down the wall, only to be picked up and dragged toward the door to the honeymoon suite.

Meg knocked and the door opened. Dean couldn't see clearly as he was dragged, but he could hear Sam's voice, dripping with Lucifer's tone. "Meg, darling, back so soon?"

"I brought you another present."

Dean was dropped at his feet, but for the moment was ignored. "You already brought me what I wanted most. Now, you bring me Dean? Remind me, when this whole thing is over that I owe you something really special."

Dean looked up as Lucifer kissed her. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Go on now, run along. I want to play with my toys."

Dean managed to get to his knees before Lucifer grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back. "Wonderful girl you've got there." Dean ground out.

His brother's face smiled. "She is. I think maybe I'll give her Crowley's old job…the one he had before he tried to take over my gig. Of course, first I have to deal with Crowley." He pushed a big glass urn with the top all sealed in wax. "Or maybe I'll just keep him in here a while."

He pulled Dean up to standing, his eyes running over Dean's body, and back up to his face. "Hmmm…prettier than the last time we met like this."

"You mean after you tried to beat me to death?"

He let go of Dean with a shrug. "Would have been fun, if only to have you understand your place. I would have brought you back, of course."

"Sam's stronger than you expected him to be." Dean said, his eyes scanning the room and all of its prizes and presents.

"Sam is quivering so deep inside of here I'm not even sure I can find him. Poor lad. Isn't his fault really. But we don't need to worry about him popping up and ruining our fun."

Dean turned to play with a pile of jewelry, easing around a stack of boxes to get closer to the bedroom door. He saw no sign of Castiel yet, but figured he had to be here somewhere.

"I wouldn't count Sam out just yet." Dean argued, moving still closer. Lucifer was watching him, he could feel his eyes.

"If you're looking for Castiel, he's sleeping. His vessel is slow to heal. I'm taking care of him."

Dean snorted and glanced his way. "Right, because you couldn't just heal his vessel with a snap of your fingers."

"Oh, I could." Lucifer admitted. "But what lesson would that teach him?"

"So…it's for his own good?"

"Something like that. It also keeps him at my mercy…which is where I rather like him." Lucifer was suddenly right beside him. "Rather where I'd like to have you, too. Come on, Dean, lets say hello to our good friend Cas." Dean was shoved through the bedroom door.

Castiel was there, in bed, his eyes widening when he saw Dean. "Look, Castiel, Dean came to join us."

"Dean, what are you doing?" Castiel asked, his voice a ravaged wreck.

"I'm here to rescue you." Dean offered, though he knew the reference would be lost on Castiel.

Lucifer shoved him toward the bed. "Now that we're all together, we can have some fun."

"You should know that I have back up coming." Dean said, getting his feet under him and turning to face Lucifer.

Sam's eyebrow lifted. "Oh, I know all about them. We'll have plenty of time for what I have in mind."

"Oh yeah?" Dean was rapidly losing the bravado though as his brother's body crowded into him, pushing him into the bed, forcing him down onto it. Flashes of memory flitted through his head, but he pushed them away.

"I know you know how this works, Dean. Allistair was one of my students after all…way back in the day. How much more delicious will it be that the body that fucks you into submission is actually your brother's and not a facsimile of you father's?"

Dean shook his head and pushed at him, but he was far stronger. "My brother won't let you hurt me."

"No?" Lucifer's smile promised much more than pain, and his hand delivered, slamming across Dean's face hard enough to open his skin. "That hurt?"

Dean reached for the wound, distracted enough that Lucifer had his jeans and shoes gone and was rubbing up his thighs before he was aware of it. Dean crawled backward, up the bed, toward Castiel. With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, his jacket and shirt were gone and he was naked.

Dean kicked him in the face, then yelled with the pain it caused. Lucifer pulled on his legs and flipped him over, easily positioning him despite Dean's struggles. Sam's body covered his, holding him tight. "Let me make this easy on both of us Dean."

He stilled, panting. "I'll be gentle with you if you cooperate."

"No." Dean shook his head. Like hell was he cooperating with this fuckwad.

"Ask Castiel. He even kinda likes it now, don't you, little brother?"

Dean looked up at Castiel, but he just looked away. "Okay, so I'll be gentle and I won't hurt Castiel if you cooperate." Lucifer offered. "Deal?"

Dean didn't respond right away. Castiel yelled as a bleeding gash opened on his chest. "Deal?"

Castiel's eyes were unfocused and distant and Dean wasn't sure how much he could take in the condition he was in. He had promised to keep him safe. He stopped fighting and hung his head. "Fine."

Lucifer seemed surprised. "I expected more of a fight."

"Sorry to disappoint you. Just get on with it."

He closed his eyes and turned his face so he wouldn't have to see Castiel watching as Lucifer used his brother's body, pressing his fingers into Dean's ass, opening him up for his cock. He grunted into the bed as he was penetrated, his hands fisting into the bed. He could do this.

He'd been through worse on the rack. Far worse. He panted through the pain, bit his lip to keep from yelling.

He felt the first flush of heat in his ass and exhaled slowly. Above him, Sam's body suddenly stopped moving. "D-dean?"

"Sam?"

The weight left him and Dean jumped up to catch him as he stumbled backward. "What…what did I…no…" The fell to the floor together, naked and awkward and Dean could feel come oozing from him. "Go…take Cas and go." Sam said, grabbing at Dean frantically. "I can't…I can't…"

"Hold on Sam." Dean said, clutching his hand. "Hold on."

Sam shook his head. "Can't."

"You have to."

Tears slipped from Sam's eyes as he clutched at Dean. "He's stronger than me, Dean. He'll kill you…both of you. You have to run." Dean could feel Castiel behind him. Sam's weight was heavy against him. He couldn't move, he could only hold on to his brother.

"I'm here Sam. Not leaving you."

"Don't…be…an idiot…" Sam gasped out, clearly fighting to stay in control. "Go."

Dean shook his head, leaning in to kiss Sam lightly. "No. I love you."

Just like that, Sam was gone and Lucifer was looking up at him. "That is so sweet, Dean. I love you too. Really. I do."



"Could you drive any more like an old man?" John asked.

"He probably already knows that we're coming." Bobby responded, gesturing at the lurking building ahead of them. "You plan on just blundering on in there like that idjit son of yours?"

"No. We stick to the plan." John said, his eyes sliding up the side of the building.

"Which is what, exactly?"

John frowned and rubbed his hands down his thighs. To be honest, what he had wasn't so much of a plan as it was a hope. He was out of his depth and swimming hard to catch up….but demons he understood…and there were bound to be an army's worth of those between them and his boys.

"Figure we start with the fire system."

"Holy water through the sprinklers. Right. That should give us some room."

"Still going to be a fight." John shifted in his seat, uncomfortable.

"And then what?" Bobby asked as he stopped in the back of the hotel, near the loading dock doors. "Tell me you got something more in that thick head than marching in there and demanding your boys."

John got out of the car and pulled the sword out of the back seat, holding it up so that the sun made it shine so brightly it hurt his eyes. "I was thinking I'd shove this up Lucifer's ass."

"You do realize that ass is currently inside Sam."

John nodded tightly.

"And that only an angel can kill another angel."

John nodded again. "Your job is to cover me, watch my back. Let me worry about the details."

Bobby groaned, even as he opened the trunk. "Tell me you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking."

John snorted. "I barely know what I'm thinking. You expect me to read your mind?"

Bobby came around the car, finger already pointing at him. "They can't be trusted, none of them."

"Who?"

"Any on them." Bobby said, emphasizing each syllable with his finger on John's chest. "Especially not Michael."

John looked away rather than deny it. "From what you've told me, you don't know exactly. You've never actually seen him."

"Saw enough." Bobby countered. "He was just as much a part of the apocalypse as Lucifer was. And on top of that, he was down in that cage for better than a year. If he wasn't loco going in, he's lost it now."

John set his face hard. "You don't know—"

"No, John. You don't. You haven't been here." Bobby shoved a shotgun and some salt rounds at him. "Besides, I guarantee you, Michael will kill Sam right along with Lucifer."

He had thought about that part. "I won't let him in until he agrees to save Sam."

Bobby shook his head and started toward the loading dock.

"You got a better idea?" John asked, following him. He caught him at the door and grabbed his shoulder. "Well?"

Bobby glared at him for a minute, then looked away. "No. The last time Lucifer took Sam, it was Sam himself who beat him, jumped into the cage. I don't know if we can count on Sam to be that strong again."

John had finally gotten that full story too. How Sam's soul had been tortured and tormented while the rest of him was walking about without it. How Death had put it back inside him, and brick walled the memories. He shuddered, his own memories not so distant that he wanted to dwell on the thought. He could only imagine how much worse it would be had it been Lucifer himself.

John sighed and swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. "You deal with the sprinkler system. I'll find a place to deal with the angel."

Bobby looked disgusted, but he nodded, pulling the door open. Once inside, they split up, Bobby headed to find the fire suppression system controls, John to find a safe place to call upon an arch angel.