In Another Life || demonprince!dean/angelslave!castiel with Sabriel included

Chapter III

Dean (POV)

I groaned loudly as I got up out of my bed, rubbing my head to try and relieve it of the pain due to the night before hand. I still hadn’t picked a wife but I suppose I would just go for the most popular and curvy demon at the ball just to make father happy. I walked over to where slaves had laid out my breakfast and sat down at my small dining table and began eating slowly. However, my breakfast was interrupted by my door being swung open to reveal the same cocky little angel from yesterday carrying a mass of clothes that covered his face so he couldn’t see. I smirked at the angel, almost laughing out loud as he nearly fell over three times when trying to balance the clothes and walk at the same time.

“DAMN IT!” He shouted and threw down the clothes angrily. “WHY DOES A PERSON NEED TO WEAR THIS MANY CLOTHES IN ONE NIGHT?”

“Are you always this angry?” I ask coolly and he spins around quickly to face me, gulping slightly.

“No your highness, I’m very sorry. I wasn’t aware that you where here.” He then bowed lowly, keeping his head down as not to catch my eye contact. I frowned slightly at his sudden change in attitude and finally decided to provoke him, to get a rise out of him.

“Well are you going to pick them up?”

“Yes sir.”

“Sir?”

“Your highness.” He corrected, still not looking up at me and I chuckled low.

“Why are you so calm and whipped all of a sudden?” I ask and he finally looks up at me angrily.

“I’m not.” He growls and I grin

“You most definitely are. All bowing and ‘your highness’ and finally knowing your place.”

“The only place I deserve to be is above you. “ He snapped and I raised by eyebrows.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean… no! I didn’t mean like that!” He stuttered and went bright red in the face. I started laughing loudly, clutching my sides and throwing my whole body into it while the young angel muttered something under his breath. “I meant-“

“I think I know exactly what you meant.” I snorted and carried on eating my breakfast.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do, you want to be above me? I knew father was bringing in sex slaves but I didn’t know how kinky they were going to be.” I joked but the angel pursed his lips and slowly scooped up the clothing before turning his back on me and walking back out of the room. “Wait!”

“What?” He mumbled, stopping dead in his tracks.

“I was only joking. I know you’re not a sex slave.” I explain but his back just stiffens and he stays quiet. “Unless…”

“Unless?” He turns around to face me slowly with a fiery gaze and a sad sneer. “Unless I actually am you mean?”

“Are you?”

“What do you think?” He snaps and throws my clothes back onto the floor before storming out of the room. I was shocked to say the least as he was male! Why would my father bring in a male sex sla- oh. I shudder just thinking about it and look down at the dirty washing on the floor. I felt bad, which was weird. I’ve never really felt bad about anything before and I didn’t like the feeling, it made me angry at the stupid little angel. I decide to leave my breakfast, pick up the clothes that he dropped on the ground and go and find him.

I stomp down the halls, pushing past slaves who bowed to me and officials who did the same just not as low. I looked all around for that small, black haired, blue eyed angel and even went down to the slaves hall to see if he was there. When I walked in the demon head gasped and took all my unwashed clothes off of me.