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Reign of the Broken Crown

Chapter 9

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Chapter warnings: angst,

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: sorry guys this took so long but I decided to take a little break and focus on just me and my family! But I’m back! Here’s this! I hope you enjoy! NOT PROOFREAD

It took a few hours to clear stable pathways in the rubble of the castle. Outer walls demolished and scorched, many archways and towers knocked over like something came through with a club. The context clues were pointing to an attack of a Dragon, it was too coincidental for the timing of their visit.

Someway this was a message, a warning of sorts. Maybe a reminder of a Power Dynamic. Dean knew he would need to tread carefully about who he thought may be at fault. He only needed confirmation from the ex-King, but was unsure if he could trust the man.

He took Robert with him to interrogate their prisoner. Knowing he would help Dean keep a level head and not act impulsively. Heading into the bowels of the Castle remains, they found the three brothers huddled together and whispering ferociously to one another about the situation they were in.

Obviously the sound of Robert and Dean’s footsteps quieted their argument, Lucifer shushing them. That tipped Dean off to the idea of his involvement in it all. Dean formed a tight lipped smile and relaxed his face in passing, finally reaching the cell holding her father.

A guard was posted in front, unlocking the door for the men. They had to duck into the cell, it was beyond damp and moldy. Michael was shrunken in the corner on a pile of mushed hay, stripped of shoes and all the fancy outer layers he would wear. Only left in his undergarments, all the muck staining the ends of his sleeves and hems.

Dean almost felt pity for the man, but that quickly dissipated as soon as he remembered why exactly he threw him in here. Dean huffed hard, trying to take a calming breath to focus on the task at hand.

“Do you have any idea who would do this?” Dean asked, his hands curling and uncurling from fists.

“I think you know who did this, you just don’t want to admit it.” Michael spit his reply out.

Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Needing to cleanse his mind and truly think about his next words or actions. Upon opening his eyes, he turned to Robert, needing confirmation on what he should do.

“We need to talk.” Was all he said before gesturing to the door.

Robert led the way, quickly rapping a short knock on the door to be let out. Dean turned fully to follow, but felt a tug at his sleeve.

“She’s probably dead! You should give up! She isn’t your worry anymore!” Michael said, crawling across the floor.

Dean shook him off as he grumbled at the man. Obviously not wanting to be a prissy boy about someone getting muddy hands on his shirt. He made his exit quick, trying to not let Michael’s words get to him. Needing her to be alive, safe somewhere.

Robert led him out from the bowels, daylight almost blinding them when they finally reached the end of the halls. He led them over to Sam, having him signal to the other two to join them.

The five men were huddled together, all angled to watch the others back for eavesdroppers. Knowing to keep their voices as low as possible, not sudden gestures to tip anyone off.

“It’s confirmed, Crowley has her. We have to travel more North.” Dean revealed.

“How far North?” Sam asked.

“Too far.” Robert quipped.

It was agreed they would gather the necessary supplies for their travels. Each man was set with a task and sent on their way. Meeting up later in the day to start their new treacherous journey.

They had provisions packed in saddle bags, extra layers to add the more north they went. Horses had their own bags with extra blankets. Wanting to make sure they were well prepared for this unknown part of their world.

Starting off just after noon and trying their best to head North. The path was not exactly well kept, the brush overgrown, loose rocks everywhere.

The path would thin when they reached a cliff's edge, some rocks and dirt rolling off into the water. Each man would guide his horse to step delicately through the treacherous parts.

The tight path would somehow open to a giant open pasture. Following the path it led them onto a hill overlooking a forest opening, somehow familiar. Dean halted his horse yards from the darkened entrance, the others following suit. Confusion upon confusion filtered through Dean’s mind.

The entrance looked too familiar, he couldn’t quite place how he knew it though.

“What is this place?” Sam asked, his horse getting restless.

“I don’t know and I don’t trust it.” Robert answered, his horse feeding off the others energy.

“I think whoever’s controlling this land is trying to confuse us enough to leave.” -Dean started, huffing annoyed and then adding-“We need to break through, how should we do that?”

“You guess is as good as mine, Kid.” Robert said.

The brothers looked at one another and rolled their eyes, of course Robert would find a way to break the tension of the situation.

“I say we just try to walk through, stay close and remember your training.” Sam suggested.

Dean tightened his mouth into a frown, thinking about the possibilities. He knew he could trust his brother and his instincts, but at the same time the unknown of it all was making his stomach fill with anxiety. Giving a nod of approval, Dean urged his horse forward.

He slowed as he approached the entrance, still unsure of it all. Dean took a deep breath, pushing his heels into the meat of his horse. His horse didn’t quite agree, huffing but moving itself forward-always obeying and trusting Dean.

The rest of the party followed their eldest Prince, the mirage of the entrance dissipating into a fog as they stepped through. The afternoon sun breaking through the trees and blinding everyone. The men steering their horses to safety while they all tried to blink their sight back.

Once adjusted, the first sight they were met with was destroyed castle walls as far as the eye could see. It looked like an unoccupied no man’s land just based on the destruction that littered the land.

The sky was clear, no clouds overhead yet somehow the clouds circled whatever magical land they were in. Like the clouds were too pure to be above this place, Dean’s stomach sank as this thought crossed his mind.

What kind of place would this be if even the clouds didn’t want to be above? Why would Y/N be kept here? What were they going to come across while here?

Dean was already on edge from having to deal with sorcery in the first place, and adding to his gut feeling of them being on the correct path to Y/N; to say he was unsettled was an understatement. He wanted to hurry up and find her, and get the hell out of this gods-forsaken land and get her home where she would be safe.

After quickly assessing a path to further their journey, Dean urged his horse down a well hidden dirt path. Every man followed suit single file behind him, traveling for what felt like hours. But everytime they stopped to try and figure out the angle of the Sun, it wouldn’t move, their shadows staying the same.

They didn’t know if they had been traveling into the night or not, simply riding their horses forward until they felt the need to break. The unease and no trust in their environment was leading each man to constantly watch their back. Each starting to get shifty and fidgety. Dean knew they were beyond exhausted and their bodies were beyond confusion on whether it was day or night, further adding to their actions.

The Prince led them up over a particularly large mound of destruction, upon cresting the mound he saw a monstrous tower. The height of it was beyond recognition, no end in sight. Curiosity hitting Dean because how did they not see this towering beast when they first started their journey in this place.

Each man halted behind Dean, the four of them creating a line as they too tipped their heads back to try and fully see the tower.

“Wow.” Castiel said with a laugh.

Each of the other men turned their heads to Cas, all busting out laughing at the man’s comment. Their thought processes completely shifted with him breaking their silence.

Dean took this opportunity to try and circle the tower, wanting to see if anyone was guarding an entrance. Finding no one waiting to jump out and attack, only wind rushing down the stairwell almost knocking the breath out of Dean. He circled back around the tower to stand by his men. Needing to show them what they are working with, and to formulate a plan of attack.

His men followed him around the giant structure, all stopping side by side to Him. Each would flinch when a particular gust through the tower would catch them. You could see each process and try to come up with some version of the next step they should take.

Dean decided he would take one other person up with him to climb the tower, the other three would take the horses for cover and wait for them to return. He wanted his brother by his side, knowing they work in tandem with each other well. Sam would always have his brother’s back; their four year age gap flourishing from their defiant teens to matured Princes who could take over after their father.

With this reassurance Sam and Dean dismounted and passed their reins to Castiel and Robert, making their way to the opening of the stairwell to start their trek up. The wind whipping through and giving their face windburn. Dean led the way, taking the first steps and the brunt of the wind.

The stone steps do not show any wear, indicating that not many, if any at all, people would use these steps to reach the main part of the tower. The howling wind turning into a roar the more they climbed, Sam and Dean kept themselves close to the wall to try and not get blown down all the steps they just climbed.

Dean could tell they were reaching the top, the air was thinning and the roar of the wind was deafening. He unsheathed his sword the more they climbed, everything tumbling into a crescendo of quiet. Pushing onto the wooden door that was supposedly blocking all of the wind, revealing a conical ceilinged room and a stone wall curving into a banister for the last few steps. All the sound that was rushing around them was gone.

Dean was cautious to take the final steps, not wanting to trigger any booby traps that may have been laid. Nothing was triggered as they were able to make it up their way along the wall to fully reveal the open room, a small balcony to the left, a small stone fireplace, and finally walls of curtains flowing around what looked to be a bed.

The fire was well kept and indicated that someone or something was making sure it never died. Puzzling Dean and Sam because the state of everything else in this land was decrepit and had no signs of life. Sharing a look of concern and skepticism the brothers crept in further.

Everything shifted once they realized the bed was occupied by someone, a small figure tucked into the hidden bed. Dean was cautious to approach, still uncertain that this wasn't a mirage or trap. He led with his sword to open the curtains, separating them enough to finally reveal who would be lying there completely oblivious to what was happening.

Dean’s breath caught in his throat. Muscles frozen tight. World stopped.

He found her.

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mellowyellowdaydream · 7 days ago

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Lust

Summary: Dean can't think straight when you're around, wanting nothing more than a moment alone with you, but when a case brings you to a church, can he keep his hands off?

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Religious imagery, Sex in a church, biblical slut shaming?... Everything that comes with Dean dressed as a priest.

Dean eyed you carefully as you straightened out Sam's clerical collar, biting your bottom lip in concentration.

Normally by this time he'd already have fucked you once, maybe twice even, all noise and skin and hedonistic pleasure. It didn't matter that you were barely ever in the same state, both of you hunting all over the country, whenever you landed in the same place, he knew you would be up for some fun. He wasn't completely sure what you were. Fuck-buddy seemed too crass, booty-call too casual, friend with benefits too... Friendly. All he knew was when a hunt put you in the same city, you would call him to whatever outdated motel you'd found yourself in, and he'd come running.

Except this time. Because this time you'd both promised Sam you'd be on your best behavior until the hunt was done.

It wasn't like you hadn't hunted together before. In fact that's one of the things he enjoyed most about his time with you, the way you'd cut through a vampires neck without missing a beat, or exorcise a demon without a second thought. But normally that would end with a fuck in the back seat of the Impala, or a blowjob so mind blowing he'd still be jacking off to the thought months later.

Ever since Sam caught wind of how distracted Dean was getting, though, he'd be trying to tell you both to back off, cool it for a few days until the hunt was done. When he'd phoned you, telling you him and Dean were in the area, that they had a case you might be interested in, you'd agreed to his conditions easily, your mind fixed on the hunt. Dean was more difficult to persuade, the idea of seeing you and not immediately taking you back to his motel room so you could moan his name for hours on end being incomprehensible.

And he'd turned out to be right- kind of. While you seemed to be holding up okay, his need for you was causing more distraction than actual sex ever did.

"Dean-" Sam clicked his fingers in front of his brother's face, "-are you even paying attention?"

He blinked hard, trying to clear his thoughts, "Yeah- uh- what?"

"She asked if you're ready to go?"

Dean looked at you again, biting your bottom lip in a smile, knowing you'd caught him out.

"Yeah, I'm ready..."

You walked over to him, smoothing out the creases on the shoulders of his black shirt, the feeling of your hands rippling over him making him hold his breath. You took another look at both of them, a grin from ear to ear, "You two look positively virtuous."

That's more than could be said of your outfit, a short white dress that Dean couldn't work out if you genuinely thought made you look innocent or you were only wearing to rile him up. The truth was a bit of both, having chosen something you knew would help you fit in with the church going congregation while also giving Dean, who spent more time looking at your legs than your face, something to gawk at. Of course, he didn't know you'd opted not to wear any underwear either, conscious that he'd have to break sooner or later.

You smoothed out your dress, trying to keep your secrets to yourself as you all climbed into the Impala, just three devotees on their way to Sunday church.

Dean couldn't focus on anything else but you in the rearview mirror. Even as you and Sam spoke, your minds on the case, building a plan step by step, he didn't pay any attention. Instead he thought back to the last time he'd had you in the Impala, a hunt down in Georgia that left you both desperate for release. He'd made out with you for hours, savouring your taste as the windows had steamed up, hiding you away from the world.

"What I don't understand-" You were looking directly at him in the mirror now, coaxing him out of his distant state, "-is how either of you think you're going to get away with pretending to be priests."

"I know my fair share of Latin, darlin'." He laughed, looking back towards the road.

"Do you know anything about the bible though?"

"Enough to be convincing."

By the time you got to the church your plan was fully formed. They'd act as visiting priests, how they managed to pull those strings you had no clue, while you'd go in as part of the flock, all of you seeking out as much information as you could, as quickly as you could.

Dean let you out around the corner, to avoid any suspicion, and almost called the whole thing off as he watched you walk away from the car, your dress looking even more scandalous from behind. Sam swatted his arm to focus him again, and they drove off to fulfill their part of the plan.

Your life as a hunter consisted mainly of having to get people to like you enough to spill secrets, and as soon as you turned the corner and saw the group of old women gathering outside the church, you knew this would be no different.

You assimilated quickly, making up an excuse for your newness easily: "My Grandmother is just so sick I couldn't stand the idea of her being alone in a different state. But my goodness, I couldn't miss church even for one week, I just had to come here!" That seemed to soften them up, and they quickly started letting you in on the gossip. You weren't sure any of it was particularly useful to the case, but you had to admit it was fun hearing about Brenda's daughters date mishap, and how the mailman had knocked up Sandra's sister.

As you made your way towards the pews you made sure to sit next to a lady in a lime green dress who seemed to be the most loose lipped of them all. You relaxed into the hard wood as the mass began, the only thing on your mind being the hope that the boys were making better progress than you. You kept an eye out around the room for them as the priest spoke, unable to spot them anywhere, suggesting either they'd managed to hide themselves away successfully, or they'd never even made it in the church.

As you reached the 45 minute mark, you finally saw him. Dean, tucked into the side of the church, biting his lip nervously. You tried to catch his eye, but his were firmly fixed on the front, lost in thought. You couldn't deny how good he looked in his mock-priest outfit, the black shirt only extenuating his solid figure, his shoulders wrapped tight, and the collar- well from the second he'd put it on you couldn't think of anything else.

"And now, visiting from St. John's church," the priest was looking over at Dean, focusing your mind back on the room, "I invite Father Rose to come up here and speak to you all today."

As you watched Dean walk up to the front of the room, all eyes on him, you could only imagine what situation they'd got themselves in for him to have to do this. You could picture them both scrambling, the stuttered excuses. You hoped this meant Sam was somewhere getting the answers you needed. Dean just needed to stay as congruent as possible.

"Lust!"

So much for not standing out.

"What is lust?" He spoke calmly, gently, almost- sensually. You knew he'd spotted you, but he was avoiding any eye contact as he looked around the room. "It's desire. Passion. Yearning."

You pushed together your already crossed legs. This wasn't fair - Dean was never fair. His lingering looks, his hand brushing over your skin. But this was something else. You felt a coil forming in your core as his silky voice filled the space.

"The bible warns us of lust. Warns us that we must flee from the sin, no matter how much we want our desires filled. And you may be desperate for it. Desperate to be filled over, and over, and over."

You glanced around the room. You couldn't tell if anyone else was hearing his double entendres, but all your new friends seemed just as enamored as you.

"I must admit, I have fallen for the sin of lust before. I have lusted for desires of the flesh. But what does the bible say? For the desires of the flesh are against the Spirit, and the desires of the Spirit are against the flesh."

You really wished he'd stop saying flesh.

"And desires of the flesh are merely superficial. They're messy, and indecent and... Confusing."

You never expected Dean to be describing your relationship, or lack thereof, as confusing. After all he was the one always lauding just how simple it was. You could tell he was padding for time now.

"But we must flee from temptation. The temptations of pleasure, of indulgence, of self gratification. For the Bible tells us," he turned to look directly at you now, punching the air from your lungs as his jaw tensed for a moment before continuing, "that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart."

You had to admit he sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

"Because you can commit the sin of lust even with your eyes. With only your eyes you can still caress, still touch, still... Taste."

Even he knew he was pushing the metaphor.

"I want everyone now to close their eyes and sit with me in this moment of thought. Please, think of a moment you have lusted, when your desires have been too much to bare, think of those moments now."

You kept your eyes open, fixed firmly on him. Only once he was certain everyone else had closed theirs did his face break character, a grin. You shook your head gently, he could tell you were amused even if you were trying to look stern. He shot you a wink, both of you minds filled with every moment you'd had together, naked, sweaty, moaning.

"And if everyone could once again open their eyes for me..."

You weren't even listening anymore, your thoughts placed firmly on him, on his lips.

It took you a moment to realize he was now walking away again, clearly his homily was over. Your new friend leant down, poking you with an elbow, "Well wasn't he just a tall drink of water."

"I'm not sure he's quite my type." You smiled at her, warmth over your face hiding your exasperation.

"Well why don't you go speak to him, you're both new to the Church after all."

You tightened you jaw, looking over at where he now stood, "You know what, I think I just might."

The moment the service was over you shuffled out of the pew, your mind fixed firmly on one thing. You made your way over to him, his eyes on your body as you walked to the front. Clearly, many other members of the congregation had the same idea, a small group now talking in front of him and their priest. You pushed through gently, meeting Dean's eye.

"That was an enlightening talk, Father." You smiled at him, all innocence.

"Thank you." His jaw tightened, the shoe was on the other foot now.

"It really gave me so much to think about. I'd love to hear more about your thoughts on sin, on how we can truly come together to resist such a wicked thing."

The small huddle turned to him, expectantly. He coughed gently, clearing his throat, "You know it's just such an interesting topic. Why don't you take a walk with me and we can discuss this further."

He placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you away from the tangle of other people; clearly this was a demand, not a request.

The second you were out of sight his lips were on yours, his hands desperate and frenzied, grabbing at your jaw, the back of your head, your waist.

You broke away from his kiss, looking at him with as much purity as you could muster, "We can't, Dean, we promised." Your words didn't stop your hands, which were now tugging at the bottom of his shirt, trying to get to his abdomen.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck, "Sam's not here, sweetheart, please I'm desperate."

"Not here, it's too public, it's a church for God's sake!" But your hand came up to the back of his head, pushing his mouth against your skin. You leant into him, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and motel soap.

He nestled into you, his lips pressed against you, sending fire through your body, "Follow me, I know a place."

He half guided, half dragged you through a twist of hallways that seemed far more modern than the church, clearly him and Sam had had enough time to get a simple understanding of the place. His hands were on your hips as you moved, mouth still messily attacking you any chance he got. He pushed you into a small space, barely any light filling it as you became aware of your surroundings.

"Dean, this is a confessional box."

"So?" His hand found your inner thigh, needy for you.

"It's not exactly private!"

"Be quiet then." He guided his hand up between your legs, expecting to be met with the resistance of fabric but instead finding you bare, "You- you're not wearing-"

"God, Winchester, you're getting too predictable." You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips against his once again as you fumbled with his belt buckle.

He pushed his fingers through your soaked folds, and you rewarded him with a moan as he sent waves of pleasure through you. Not wanting to waste any time, he pushed two fingers into you, thrusting hard as you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady. You rolled your hips in time with his movements, pornographic sounds filling the small space.

He reached up with his other hand towards his collar, intending to release himself from it's hold, but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist with a stern look, "Keep it on."

He looked at you with amused surprise, pulling his fingers out of you and moving towards your clit, rubbing it gently with small circles, "Oh you've come here to worship?"

You bit your lip, unable to form any words.

"I'll give you something to worship. On your knees, sweetheart." He pulled his fingers away, pushing them against your lips as you sunk to his knees before him, making you taste yourself. He sat back, groaning at the image of you in front of him, his fingers lazily shoved in your mouth.

He pulled his own cock out, letting it spring free from his pants, giving it a few firm strokes as he looked down at you, your eyes firmly fixed on him. You leant forward, wrapping your lips around it's head as he rolled his head back with a groan. You pressed your tongue against his slit, the taste of his precum filling your mouth as you wrapped your hand around the base. He lifted his hand to the back of your head, holding you there as you lapped at his tip, beginning to move your hand, stroking his length.

"Fuck-" He had his eyes closed, his head pressed against the hard wood of the box as he swore through gritted teeth.

He pushed your head down lower and you let him fill your mouth, his cock pressing against the back of your throat as you swallowed him down. You bobbed your head gently, his length throbbing within you, his panting becoming strained as he got closer to the edge.

You choked on him, his hand pushing you lower. You let your fingers ripple down his abdomen, looking back up at him with wide eyes, his own gaze falling back on you as he bit his bottom lip hard.

"Come 'ere." He murmured, pulling you back off of him before he reached his peak.

You stood up, his hands reaching out to your waist, jerking you towards him. You hitched your dress up only slightly as you moved to straddle him, your lips crashing together once again as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

You sunk down onto him quickly, sucking in a breath at the feeling of him stretching you out. He groaned again as you began to roll your hips into him, his own body moving in time with yours to push himself as deep into you as he could.

You lent down, your mouth pressed against his ear, your voice a breathless whisper, "Forgive me Father... for I have sinned..."

He looked back at you with a wicked smile, one hand gripping your hip tighter as his other moved up to trace a thumb over your bottom lip, "Go on."

"It has been... too long since my last confession-"

He eyed your lips, his hunger for you evident.

"-These are my sins..." You wrapped your arms over his shoulders to keep yourself steady, "... I've lusted after you, I've - fuck- I've been tempted by you, and I'm only going to be tempted again... and again... and - Jesus- again."

You felt your climax rising as he pounded into you, keeping your rhythm steady with his grasp. He kissed you again, his mouth heavy and messy, open mouths panting into open mouths.

"For these and all my sins... I am- fuck I'm gonna come."

He chuckled lightly into you as you sped up your movements, holding his shoulders tight.

He pushed his mouth against your jaw, his breath hot against your skin, "You still on birth control?"

You panted against him, "-Yeah."

You kept your movements steady, both of your breaths thick against each other, fingers digging into one another's bodies. You could tell how desperate he was to come as you continued to grind against him, only holding out in the hope you'd crescendo together.

You bit down hard on your lip to hide your moan, your body quaking with pleasure as you pushed yourself to the edge. You came quickly, your body shaking, a wave of pleasure striking through you.

At the feeling of your pussy clenching around him he finally allowed himself to release, his seed spilling into you as you arched your back, letting him fill you. You pressed your face into his shoulder as both of your movements faltered, focused more on your pleasure than your rhythm. He gripped your hips tighter as gratification wracked his body.

You continued to move against each other slowly, your body slumping against him as you felt his load dripping out of you around his cock. You sat for a moment longer with him buried inside you before carefully sliding off of him, holding onto his shoulders to steady your shaking legs.

You felt his cum leaking down your inner thigh, dipping your fingers down between your legs to swipe the mixture of his juices and yours away, bringing it back to your lips and popping it in your mouth as he stared at you, his jaw hanging. You gave him another smile, pulling your fingers back out as you swallowed the taste down, biting your bottom lip.

He met your grin, his thumb holding your chin, "Fuckin' sinful."

You flattened out the bottom of your dress, trying to pull yourself together, suddenly regretting your lack of underwear. He stood, guiding you back out the booth as he rebuckled his belt.

Sam stood opposite, his jaw tight as he shook his head, staring you both down, "You're kidding me-"

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