#castiel is dean's first peer/friend and YOU DONT GET IT

[the-mpreg-guy]

whenever someone tells me they skipped straight to s4 on their first watch of supernatural I PULL MY HAIR OUUUUTTT GIIIRL S1-3 IS PRIME DESTIEL STUDIES??? YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL SIGNIFICANCE OF CASTIEL SUPERNATURAL SAYING "you don't believe you deserve to be saved" TO THE LONELIEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE WORLD WHO BELIEVES DOWN TO HIS MARROW THAT HE EXISTS ONLY AS A SHIELD TO OTHERS

[damianogender]

season 16 (post 15×18 episodes) came to me in a dream tonight and here's what i remember:

▪cas realized how much his absence will upset his loved ones and found a way to escape the empty only to end up in another Cursed Place that he cannot escape but there he discovered a way to restart Time

▪which is not that hard but it is something that can only be done in the Cursed Place which is hard to get to

▪i don't exactly remember how restarting time works but dead people stay dead

▪team free will living entirely seperate lives, dean has a fiancée, none of them are hunters. they all slowly start remembering things which ultimately brings them together and they start looking for ways to gain their memories back by peer pressuring powerful angel castiel to help them

▪after the classic research, fighting, making monster allies etc. they unrestart Time, everyone's memories come back, people carry on like nothing happened except dean, sam, cas, jack and dean's fiancée who helped them a lot in the process

▪now that they have their memories back things start getting awkward between cas and dean but neither of them are brave enough to say or do anything so it's just...... lots of hand brushing, stuttering, even more eye-fucking etc.

▪at this point dean and his now ex-fiancée start becoming a lovers to friends trope and they're SO CUTE

▪just when dean and cas work up the courage to at least hold hands guess what?

▪bad guys who are mad at castiel for literally messing up with the universe's order AGAIN for one (1) human kidnap cas to kill him or something but they torture him very badly first

▪of course tfw saves him but listen: it's DEAN. he finds him in a room beaten up and he's so scared and so sad and cas wakes up and they look at each other and just ✨kiss✨ but like the fireworks going off and all kind of kiss. i dont know how to explain it just........ i wont shut up about it for the rest of my life

▪cut to a month later. ex-fiancée and a friend of hers (but it could be her girlfriend as well idk i'm gay and she was really pretty) are sitting in a room and looking at some magazine. enter dean and cas.

▪they're wearing short sleeved button ups and shorts to indicate they're back from honeymoon

▪cas is wearing all white <3

▪dean and the ex-fiancée are BESTIES, literal FRIENDSHIP GOALS

▪heyy how are you, how did it go, we missed you so much, where are the others etc.

▪dean making an inappropriate virginity related joke "you're lookin' at the captain of the ship" ??? and everyone is like *sigh* "dean......" (im so sorry i don't know whats going on in my head either)

▪AND THEN he starts a sentence which was supposed to mean "yeah but like he took my virginity too so we're even" but he just kind of trails off mid-sentence

▪and from the fly on the wall pov i'm freaking out because DEAN have you been having sex with men this whole time???????

▪ dean casually referring to cas as "the man of my life" .......man=love???? weird flex but uwu

▪they all live happily ever after knowing they'll be together in heaven when they die

[webcricket]

Castiel Drabbles

Characters: EstablishedCastielXReader

Bat Out of Hell Lyric Prompt: #19 - “Your eyes are darker than sin and I’ve been watching them glow.”

Word Count: 1213

Requested by: @jenabean75​

Warning: Erotica/adult content, description of canon-consistent violence and gore. For a fallen angel, smiting demons is all kinds of arousing.

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Sweat, smoke from a burst hot water pipe, and the swell of tears from a well-aimed left jab you failed to dodge sting your eyes as you jam the blade a bit deeper into the chest of the demon whose lifeless meat suit you straddle. The bruise throbs your cheekbone like a beast clawing its way bloody out of the sinus cavity below and you taste the trickle of a metallic tinge on your tongue.

You’re pretty sure the bone is shattered, which you consider more insult than injury seeing as Castiel can heal you if he ever finishes fighting the group of four that broke away to face the seraph.

Clearly they thought one demon alone could handle a mere human; a little laugh gurgles in your throat at the thought - you love proving people wrong.

The satisfied smile etching into the corner of your mouth shoots a sharp pain through your cheek. Although the hell bitch is most certainly dead and unable to atone any further for her crime, she’s to blame; you scream and shove the weapon so far through her ribcage you feel a crunch of spine and the wall of concrete floor on the other side. Standing, you plant a heel to her torso and twist your weapon free. 

Castiel’s gravelly grunts and the continued sounds of combat tell you perhaps they sent the more capable members of the crew to tackle the angel. You blink to clear the blear; peering into the haze toward the kerfuffle, you spy a set of radiant blues aglow with grace in the murk.

To the immediate left of that divine illumination, orange lightning and a glint of celestial metal flash; a mass of black thuds to the ground motionless. The shining blues wobble and brighten under a hard blow from behind; Castiel growls as he twirls around, his broad hand slaps to skin and the final demon falls to his knees and explodes in a blinding gleam of light.

Silence descends save for the hiss of the pipe.

“You good?” You call out into the abandoned building’s dim basement. Cas emerges from the fog, trench coat and chestnut hair rumpled, knot of his tie slackened, a spatter of crimson staining his lapels and starkly contrasted by the crisp white of his shirt, but otherwise looking no worse for the wear.

As usual, his concern directs itself outward. “You’re hurt.” The observation hastens his purposeful momentum and in two strides his hand settles on your waist to pull you in for closer inspection.

“This? It’s nothing,” you joke, attempted brevity rewarded by an involuntary spasm of pain; your lashes slam shut and a shiver of shock racks your frame - that’s what you get after riding the adrenaline rollercoaster of bravado.

“Let me.” Leaning down, he kisses the broken spot below your eye; healing heat pervades the flesh and his lips linger longer to skim your entire form for injury.

“Mmm, that’s much better, thanks.” Your nerves buzz in the wake of his search; sneaking your arms around the solid column of his vessel, you shudder beneath the heavenly frisk and exhale a sigh, the airy utterance burdened with the wish Sam and Dean weren’t on this particular run, too, because the things you’d like to do with the angel right now aren’t exactly activities appropriate in the brothers presence.

Castiel is generally a gentle lover; so gentle, methodical, and thorough there can be no doubt in your mind as to his devotion. But sometimes a girl wants to feel needed - wants an unpolished demonstration of love that’s desperate and dirty and devoid of decorum.

You know from past forays, nothing girds his angelic loins like fulfilling the soldierly purpose he was created for - wielding righteousness to smote the evils of the world. The opportunities of taking advantage of such situations, however, happen few and far between.

It occurs to you the Winchesters are at least two floors above if everything is unfolding according to plan. Surely Cas would have heard an urgent prayer or hundred if anything were amiss. Surely you can steal a few extra minutes delay without their noticing. You shimmy against his hips to test the waters; a low growl rumbles his lungs.

He grips you by the shoulders to still you and to get an angle of study on your features. “What are you doing?”

Just as you suspected, the pupils peering back into yours are lust blown.

“Angel, you know what I’m doing.” Shifting onto your tip toes, you loop your fingers into the band of his trousers and slide them frontward to tug at his belt buckle. Your lips brush his - a breathy kiss of desire - as you speak. “Your eyes are darker than sin and I’ve been watching them glow. You know what that does to me. What you do to me.”

He senses your arousal - a wet yearning pulsing your center - and no amount of God-given will could prevent his vessel’s outer response to the unfettered need of the celestial being within; but he doesn’t need his vessel’s sanction for release, and given the constraints of time and limited options of space, he skips the fumbling fingered formality of eliminating the barriers of fabric between you with a snap.

Mouth sealing your lips in demand of a dizzying kiss, grabbing at your ass, kneading handfuls of the soft flesh in his fists, he lifts your legs to wrap his waist and carries you backward to a wall. He drives home to your heart how much he needs you, wants you, and adores you thrust after thrust until, lost in pants of pleasure, you scream for mercy, limbs shaking then limp.

An afterglow of love smolders in the angel’s eyes as he smooths the sweat-matted hair from your forehead. The simmering sentiment of affection fades at perceiving the approaching footsteps of Sam and Dean. He quickly restores both your pleasure wrought wits and displaced clothing despite your moans protesting to the contrary.

“Cas? Y/N?” Sam shouts, swiping at the smoky air in front of him.

“You two okay?” Dean spies you first.

“We’re fine.” Cas keeps a palm pressed to the small of your back as you walk forward to join the brothers.

“Fine.” You agree, casting a commiserative grin at the seraph beside you.

“What the hell took you so long? Five demons ain’t exactly an army.” Dean huffs, gesturing at the assortment of crumpled bodies.

“We engaged in sexual intercourse after killing them.” Cas states, as bluntly honest as ever.

Dean’s grimace blooms instantaneous.

Half-mortified, half paralyzed by laughter, you twirl to hide your blush in Cas’ coat lapels.

Unsurprised, Sam simply shakes his head.

“What?” Gaze narrowed askance, Cas queries the elder Winchester.

Dean holds up a hand. “Nevermind. Just- never mind, the car’s out back.” He pivots to make an escape at a brisk bow-legged pace.

“Dean?” Cas’ palm slips from your spine as he trails after his friend. “Dean! Why did you ask if you didn’t want to know the answer?”

You’re left standing there with Sam, and when you meet each other’s chuckle-creased eyes, he shrugs, smiles, and shoots a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of their departure. “Shall we?”

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[spootiliousrps]

Suspicious Nature Part 3

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Dean nodded and followed the Omega, into the small room. He eyes kept on Castiel to ensure he didn’t wake up. “Gabriel is it? Will you do your King a favour and tell me where the Knight Commander’s private quarters are?” Dean asked, looking down upon the small Omega, who barely came up to his chest.

Gabriel shut the door behind them quickly, peering through the key hole to ensure the Alpha that had chased him continued on, chuckling to himself. It wasnt until Dean spoke that Gabriel's attention shifted, eyeing both him and Cas. "Honestly I rather do Cassie, here the solid and avoid you going anywhere near his rooms." The Omega replied, no hint of the usual groveling respect that commoners showed the King. "He told me all about you, ya know. Really screwed the pooch on that one, didnt ya Deano." Gabriel commented moving forward to obviously check that his friend was alright.

“Frankly, I don’t care about want you would rather do.” Dean stated. “What I do care about is how a common Omega managed to get into the private area, reserved for soldiers. You aren’t you, clearly. And even if you had managed to slip past all other officials, you contract is terminated immediately. So, take me to the Knight Commander’s room, or I will ensure you live to regret it.” Dean stated, keeping the sleeping Omega in his arms.

Gabriel's brow arched at that though he didnt seem angry or annoyed. "What, like throwing me in prison? From what Cassie told me you've already threatened that once. Besides I dont have a contract to terminate. I'm an Omega the only thing I'm allowed to do in this boring place is laundry and cooking. I'll pass thanks." He pointed out before giving a scoff. "Typical Alpha," He grumbled under his breath as he moved to poke his head out the door and glanced down the hall to make sure no one would see them. "Always throwing weight around... making threats." He huffed to himself before pushing open the door. "Well, come on then." He instructed the King. "I may not be afraid of you but if Cas finds out I did help I'll never hear the end of it."

“First you did break the law. You /should/ be in jail. And it’s not like I don’t have much weight to throw around. I am King. And you have no idea what we’re discussed or planning on doing today, Omega, so if I were you I would keep your trap shut on issues you don’t fully understand.” Dean stated. He walked past Gabriel and through the door, without looking at him.

Gabriel followed after without a moment's hesitation. "First off, I have a name and it's not Omega!" He snapped. "Secondly I havent broken any law that you can prove besides not groveling at you! I live here with Cas." He countered as they entered the small office before hurrying over to produce a key and unlocking the Knight Commander's quarters. The man in question, shifted as Gabriel's voice rose, curling into Dean a bit more allowing a small grumble to escape him.

“If you live with Castiel then there is proof you know his secret. You even admitted to talking about the consequences, /Omega/.” Dean said calmly. He looked down at Castiel in his arms As he moved and raised and eyebrow at the Omega. “I don’t he’s liking your tone of voice.” He stated simply.

Gabriel considered that a moment as pushed open the door, Castiel's heavy scent engulfing them as they entered. "You got me there Deano." He shrugged. "But how do you know Cassie just doesnt like /your/ tone?" He argued childishly moving to pull back the covers on the bed. "Let's just make one thing clear... King or not... you hurt my brother and I'll make you wish you were dead." He warned giving a feral warning growl which was a bit strange coming from such a small omega.

“I know it’s you, Omega, but you were talking when he flinched, you are the one arguing, whilst I am remaining calm, and he flinched towards me and away from you, not the other way around.” Dean explained calmly and softly. He laid the Commander down in his bed, both his and Castiel’s cloaks wrapped around him. “You can tell him whatever you wish, but I will have the guards sign that they didn’t see or hear me be malicious to either of you. The guards under his control.” Dean smiled.

Gabriel’s glare darkened. “I didn’t plan on claiming otherwise but I wasn’t talking about today.” Gabriel pointed out. “Sounds like you have a guilty conscious there Dean-o. Maybe you should get it in check.” The small man growled before kicking off his boots and making a show of him crawling into bed with the Omega. It was obvious he was trying to piss Dean off. A ‘Haha I can be in his bed but you can’t’ grin plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms around the larger Omega.

“I don’t have a guilty conscious, I just don’t trust you.” Dean stated softly. He left the room without another word and headed back to his office. To continue on with his workload.

“The feeling is mutual Asshole!” Gabriel called after him in a harsh whisper before getting a bit more comfortable in case the Alpha decided to come back. He really didn’t see why Cas was taken with the guy though it was obvious every time he spoke of him.

The next day, after not a lot of sleep, Dean sent a letter out to Castiel, asking for him to meet with him at the soonest available opportunity. He continued to work in his office, with a considerable less about of paperwork to get through than the day before. His mind kept reliving the past conversation with Gabriel, surely that hate and disrespect didn’t come from one night’s conversation with Castiel. Was it because he was an Alpha and Gabriel was an Omega, would that hate lessen, if he understood what legislation and laws he is wanting to put in place? Or was it another reason why Gabriel hated Dean.

Castiel slept late into the night, only waking when Gabriel brought in the usual over sized breakfast that Cas only picked at while the smaller Omega devoured the rest. A realization of what had transpired had the Knight Commander flushing with embarrassment, but he didn’t mention it to his brother or anyone else for that matter and as for Gabriel… He didn’t speak a word about the King, too curious to see how it would all pan out. So, Cas ate, washed and changed, still not donning the armor of the Knight Commander which would probably make the men worry but he supposed it was for the best. By the time the letter reached him, the Knight Commander was almost through his rounds. He dismissed his men and made a B line for the King’s office; this time, the Man in Waiting didn’t hesitate to push open the doors and announce his arrival.

“You wished to see me Sire?” Cas asked as he moved around the other man and into the room.

Dean nodded and looked up from the paperwork he was reading. “I thought we could find off that discussion we didn’t have yesterday.” He suggested, offering Castiel the seat he occupied yesterday. “I do hope your brother didn’t make up too many wildly incorrect stories about what happened whilst you slept.” Dean said softly as he dismissed the guard.

Castiel moved to the chair before pausing at the words, brows furrowing. “My brother?” He mumbled before realization his him and he tensed. “Gabriel…” He sighed. “I hadn’t realized the two of you met. However he acted… Whatever he said Sire… I assure you I will have a discussion with him. There is no need for any further worry. I will handle his punishment myself, I give you my word.” He rushed obviously worried that whatever the King planned was very severe and far too harsh.

“Oh no no. I believe that stopping him from annoying the other Alphas should do right.” Dean explained. “But I do have a question about him, if you’ll indulge me?” He asked, “his general... annoyance at me surely doesn’t just stem from your discussion the previous night, so I was curious as to why he acts like that.”

Cas seemed to relax a bit at that, though his brows furrowed as he considered the question. “I couldn’t say, Sire… Gabriel has always been a bit… brash towards Alphas… Unless he was sleeping with them.” He shrugged. “But he’s never been as hostile as if your words imply. Perhaps he is simply being over protective. He /has/ played the role as my Omega for quite some time now.” He shrugged, obviously at a loss for any real answer.  

Dean nodded, believing Castiel. “That’s fine. I understand.” He said softly. “I hope you did sleep well last night though, you did seem very... almost delirious before you fell asleep. Can you remember any of it?” He asked.

Castiel’s flush deepened In his embarrassment. “Some.” He acknowledged. “I apologize immensely for bring so improper, Your Majesty.” He rushed. “I can not believe I feel asleep in the middle of our discussion. It will not happen again I assure you.”

“Oh do not worry, Castiel, I have been tempted to do it before now, myself.” Dean smiled. “Do you remember what we were discussing, or will I need to go over it with you? I just do not wish to have your... knowledge lacking in any areas.” Dean explained softly. His hands resting on the table, where Castiel could see them as he leaned back in his chair.

"Yes of course, Sire." He nodded as he considered it a moment. "We were discussing proper attire and terms used during events and in private when becoming your Royal Aide." He offered simply.

Dean nodded and smiled. “You were so delirious I wondered if you had remembered.” Dean tapped his finger on his desk before laying out the files on the potential new Commanders. “Which ones would you say are the best for the role? I know I have ones that I would say are the best, but I wish for your opinions first.” Dean explained.

Cas gave another nod before stepping forward to glance down at the papers. “I would say that there are really only three that stand out more than the others. “Raphael is a strong soldier, he does very well when it comes to fortification and defensive tactics though his offensive strategies are above average, they still need improvements. I have been tutoring him for some time now and there are some improvements though he has a difficult time making sacrifices for tactical advantage. Then there is Azra’il whose battle tactics are a bit… aggressive but effective. The men respect him and he is loyal. He prefers to fight among his men rather than oversee them. It is not a traditional leadership but it strengths the bond between them and causes him to become more reserved when there is a potential of losing men. His tactics are sound and he is a hard worker. Finally, Zerachiel, my second in command he knows the men and the city backwards and forwards. In a simulated environment his tactics are flawless, he’s quick to come to decisions and is ruthless when solving a problem. It is possible he could make a fine Knight Commander he is young though and has never seen a real battle. I am unsure the seasoned soldiers would follow someone such as that… Not until they see how he faces bloodshed.” Cas explained. “That being said, any man on this list would make a fine replacement, Sire.”

“I was leaning to Zerachiel, but as you said, he’s never seen bloodshed. But I do like Azra’s leading style. It could improve the moral of the men, through the difficult adjustment period.” Dean added. “Though, as you know them to best, I will follow your better judgement between Zerachiel and Azra.”

“If I may, Sire…” Cas offered. “I would suggest promoting them both. Azra’il taking the title of Knight Commander whith Zerachiel as his advisor and second. Zerachiel may not be fond of the idea of remaining second but he would be satisfied with the notion that he still has power over the pieces on the board and can prove to be a heavy counterweight to Azra’il eagerness.” He explained. “It also allows Azra’il to free more time for training with the troops while Zerachiel focuses on the more scholarly aspects of the position; and gives Zerachiel a more aggressive counterpart to push him to earn the respect of his soldiers.” Cas explained.

Dean nodded and smiled. “I’ll have my brother draw up the contract for both men. I knew you would be wise enough to become my Aide. And the Aide you are replacing will be honoured to have such a wise man take up his mantle.” Dean smiled. “I will also have my brother draft up a contract for yourself first, to read and change as you see hit. I don’t believe there’s ever been an Omega Aide before, so some of it may be... uncomfortable or inapplicable to you.” Dean explained.

“I have been viewed as an Alpha for a long time, Sire; there is not much in the way of an Alpha’s role that is ‘uncomfortable’ to me any longer.” He replied before hesitating. “Though… I would like to address my men as soon as possible. Since I am no longer allowed the herbs I’ve been using to suppress my nature I fear that if we wait much longer there could be a few… unsavory issues. I know you are busy, Your Grace, but perhaps you could spare a bit of time this evening?”

“Of course I can.” Dean nodded. “Come by here when you are ready and I shall be waiting to go down with you. I know you feel like you don’t need a chaperone, but I know how Alphas will feel if they find out an Omega has been lying to them. That an Omega was in charge. The situation may become hostile... so I’ll use my presence to keep them from doing anything reckless.” Dean explained.

Cas pursed his lips obviously still not liking the idea, though for a different reason than before. It was his duty to protect the King and now he was the reason the man would be put in a potentially unfavorable situation. He supposed he would just have to station more guards in the King’s entourage. “Of course, Your Majesty.” He acknowledged with a small bow. “Do I have your permission to discuss the promotion with the two men in question? With the confusion that will no doubt be imminent I feel it may be necessary to warn them both of their new responsibilities. I, of course, will not provide any unnecessary information until after the address.” He offered, meaning there was no need for them to know of his status before the others, just that he was stepping down.  

“Of course you may, Castiel. At your addressing this evening, would you like to explain your replacements then or at a later date?” Dean asked, wanting to know the Omega’s thought process of the situations. It may make some angrier, but it’s also better to do it all in one go that twice.” Dean suggested.

“I would agree, Sire. Announcing the promotions would be wise.” He acknowledged. “At the very least it would give the two the authority needed to minimize the chaos.” He offered.

“Yes.” Dean agreed. “That settles it.” He puts the documents neatly away in a cabinet and turns back to Castiel, “is there anything else you would like to ask me? Maybe not as a friend, maybe not as your King, but as an acquaintance. Anything at all?” Dean asked

Castiel hesitated, obviously having something on his mind but not quite knowing how the King would respond. "Yes, Si-" He began before realizing he was using the man's title and stopping himself. "Dean." He corrected averting his gaze and flushing slightly. "A favor... About Gabriel... Please dont hold his behavior against him. It is my fault really for protecting him so thoroughly. He is a good man... who has been through a lot. I'm afraid he simply doesnt know better. I assure that I will ensure this is rectified before my transition to Royal Aide... I would like him to remain by my side if you would allow... As an aid of sorts."

“Castiel, He... threatened me. As the person I am, I didn’t take it seriously, but to him it was serious. I cannot trust him, with... the way he speaks, and behaves. He stole another Alpha’s clothes.” Dean explained. “I-” he shook his head as he thought. “He can still live with you, but he cannot know about the work you are doing. I am sorry, Castiel, but I have to think about the sensitive data you will be handling, I just can’t trust him with it.” He explained softly

Cas straightened looking shocked. "He threatened you?" He growled for once looking the part of an Alpha only briefly before he managed to reign himself in. Gabriel was lucky be was still alive after such treason. "O-of course, Sire. A wise decision in light of your interactions. Perhaps a simple role as a palace servant would be more appropriate? Maybe in the kitchens where he cant cause much trouble. He is quite a skilled Baker. As for the clothes... well there are a few Alphas in the barracks that are in a bit of a prank war with my brother... I assure you it's nothing to worry about. But if you would prefer I can put an end to it."

“That is a wise choice, Castiel. But no, if the pranking is consensual, then I see no reason to halt it.” Dean explained. “Plus if we put him to work in the kitchens, he may slow down on the pranking.” Dean hummed, and tapped his desk, in thought. “May I ask you a question?”

Cas blinked in surprise that the man would even bother with the request. "Of course, your majesty." He shrugged.

“I keep calling you, Castiel, but is there a name you prefer, I noticed your brother called you Cassie a lot. But then he was calling me Deano.” Dean asked. Trying not to let his annoyance creep into his voice. “Is there a name you prefer to be called?” Dean asked softly.

That was an… unusual question. No one had ever really bothered to ask him that question before. “No, Sire.” He admitted honestly. “You may call me whatever you wish. Though… I would prefer it isn’t ‘Cassie’.” He added, nose wrinkling in disgust.

Dean chuckles. “How about I call you Cas?” He asks. “I’ve always had an aversion to long names, unless it’s my brother Sammy.” He smiles. “Just one last question and then you can ask me anything you’d like. Have you given our arrangement for a date any more consideration?”

“That is acceptable, Your Majesty.” Cas offered with a small bow. With the second question however he seemed to pause in consideration. “I have… thought about it… However, to be honest I have been quite busy with the change of command. After the address this evening, however, I suppose I will have plenty of free time.” He offered.

“I understand, Cas. Tonight think about it and get some rest. I’ve asked for the rest of the week off so I won’t get any more paperwork, so until Sunday, I will be teaching you the role of the Royal Aide of the Cavalry, if that is suitable for you.” Dean explained. “And then on Sunday, I shall teach you... the rules of... eloquence, for the meal that evening where I shall introduce you as our newest Aide and the old one will officially step down.” Dean explained. “Is that suitable for you?”

“That is most gracious of you, Sire.” Cas acknowledged. “That is more than adequate time for the transition. I look forward to meeting everyone and learning of my duties. I hope to be as much of service as I have in the past.” He nodded before hesitating. “As well as spending more time with His Majesty.” He added, flushing slightly but managing to keep his expression even.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the Omega, but didn’t press. “Would you like to ask me anything else?” He asked. “About my policies I’m wishing to implement, or about my personal life. Anything at all.” He offered. “And remember not every Aide or Commander will get the opportunity to ask me anything so openly.”

“No, Sire; though I do appreciate the opportunity.” He acknowledged. “I’m sure there will be plenty of time to learn everything I’d need in the coming weeks.” He offered. “I fear that if we are to prepare for the address in time that I must being going shortly however.”

“Of course,” Dean nodded. “And if you wish to speak to another Omega about anything... Royal, then Sammy’s wife, Meg, is happy to discuss and help you.” He offered. “I know sometimes it’s just easier for an Omega to speak with another Omega.”

That had Cas hesitating once more. “Of course, Sire. Thank you.” He acknowledged with a bow. “If you’ll excuse me there is much to be done.” He mumbled before turning to go.

Dean nodded and watched the Omega go before preparing some material to help Cas transition into his new role. He thought about how much more calmer Cas was when around him today compared to yesterday. He tried to work out what he had done differently, but apart from being calmer and less forthright, he wasn’t sure.

Cas spent the rest of the day in meetings and managing paperwork to prepare for the transition; sending messengers out with orders and information about the address later in the evening. Everything seemed to be going well enough aside from the meeting with the two that were to be his successors. Naturally, they were upset with the news that Castiel would be stepping down from Command and had many questions but the Omega had some how managed to avoid answering them, ensuring them they would have their answers during the address. Soon enough, Cas stood in front of the King’s Office, dressed in his regal armor for the last time, helmet tucked under his arm as he waited for the Alpha.

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