Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 26

A few hours later and the screaming came to a cease, the scent of furious Archangel Alpha and Terrified demon calmed slightly as the door to Castiel's room of this little Inn was opened and out came Lucifer.
The Angel had bloody and bruised knuckles and a scowl on his face, the way his wings were fluffed and raised slightly along with his scent was nothing but hostile and aggressive.

Castiel had been pacing the hallway in eagerness, his wings twitched with anticipation and his scent was that of burnt coffee and worry.
His silver band of a crown was in his hand, his other hand only kept messing his hair further than the traveling had.
The moment the screams of pain halted Castiel turned to the door and raised and eyebrow at Lucifer, his wings automatically raising slightly in challenge to the other Alpha's threatening pheromones.
Lucifer gave the young, worried Prince a nod with a simple
"Let's go."

Castiel nodded with a quick
"I'm right behind you." As he watched the Archangel stalk down the hallway, once Lucifer rounded the corner the Prince slipped into the room and frowned upon the beaten and nearly unrecognizable demon known as Alistair
"I hope your affairs are in order, for I am going to send your head to your whore Queen." With the rage of the Heavens Castiel flicked his blade from his sleeve as the demons white and swollen bloody eyes widened in complete fear.

Lucifer waited with the horses for a few moments watching as the men prepared to move out.
Finally he looked up as Castiel came out, crown on, chin up, wings high in Royal authority. The blond chose to ignore the fresh flecks of blood on the Prince's boots, and the few drops splattered across his cheek in a deadly contrast to his bright eyes, dark hair and deep wings.
"Let's move." He growled as he mounted his steed and without more than a whistle to his men and a kick to his horse he was galloping off out of the village.

Within hours they were riding upon an old farmhouse in decay, further into the country side. As they approached it Castiel flew from his horse and slipped his blade from his sleeve before diving down upon the demons standing gaurd.
Lucifer soon joined at his side and the demons outside were soon gargling blood and dead at their feet.
Using his angel strength Castiel blew the doors off the hinges. His eyes glowed with Grace, his wings spread in a challenge, his scent hostile as more demons ran at him, as they fell Castiel knew where he needed to go, the smell of distressed and in heat Omega had gotten stronger as they reached an inside cellar door at the back of the farmhouse. The Alpha Prince didn't care about keeping these demons alive, he didn't care about the blood on his armor, on his face, he didn't care about the anger he was admitting, these things had kidnapped a Prince, an Omega, barely 18 and due to be wed to a King, most importantly they kidnapped the Omega that Castiel was sure he would give the world, if Dean Winchester asked him.

The cellar door was ripped from its latches and thrown to the side. Castiel glared at the steps leading below and quickly entered, angel blade ready and wings perked in readiness.
Once at the bottom of the stairs Castiel had to take a step back and breath slowly. The smell of Dean, of his heat and his distress was so strong, that the Alpha could practically taste vanilla on his tongue. It was so heavy in the air that Castiel vaguely heard Lucifer order their men to stay at the top of the stairs and keep a look out.

"You're Highness," Lucifer spoke, his voice a bit deeper than usual as he cleared his throat "I shall remain here. Call if I am needed." The Archangel added as Castiel turned his gaze on him
To Lucifer the Prince looked almost feral, his hair was untamable, eyes wide and wild, his pupils slits of rage as his eyes glowed in the dim hallway, the boy held his wings in an offensive way, blood splattering his clothes, face and wings. A growl rumbled in his throat and his glare made even Lucifer shift his wings slightly. It was obvious the young Alpha was beyond pissed.

Castiel nodded and hurried down the hallway following the smell of rich vanilla and leather, it was so inviting that Castiel stopped himself from drooling over the taste of it.
Finally the scent was strongest outside a door to the far end of the hallway, without even thinking the Angel of the Lord ripped the heavy door from its hinges and into the wall behind him. Sparks flew as the few lightbulbs in the hallway shattered and the single bulb in the dark and damp room shattered.
Castiel's eyes fell upon a cot in the corner of the room, on the bed was a wild eyed and terrified Omega Prince Dean Winchester of Earth.

The Prince was wrapped in a thin blanket and his scent was full of fear as the agression poured off of Castiel. The room was in near complete darkness and a shiver ran down Castiel's spine when the Omega Prince spoke, his voice deeper than the Angel had remembered
"If you've come to use me, I will put up a fight. Don't think me a needy Omega because of an induced heat." He growled and while the growl swallowed out into a whine Castiel knew his threat was all the same

"It is I, Prince Castiel, we've been searching for you your Highness." Castiel spoke and tried harder than he ever had before not to pounce the Omega across the room. He had never had to fight his instincts before how he was fighting them now. It was both thrilling and terrifying.

Dean was quiet for a moment before he stood on shakey and numb legs, still wrapped in the blanket, he had pants on but his shoulders were bare and covered in bruises where the blanket fell. The Prince wobbled slightly when he walked and approached Castiel before grabbing his coat in his hands and looking down slightly at the shorter Alpha
"Take me home" Dean's voice broke as tears pricked his eyes "Take me away from here Alpha."