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zoetron56 at In search of a Dean/Cas fic where Dean is trapped in an alternate universe with barbaric angels.
zoetron56 at In search of a Dean/Cas fic where Dean is trapped in an alternate universe with barbaric angels.Originally posted by zoetron56 at In search of a Dean/Cas fanfic where Dean is trapped in an alternate universe with barbaric angels.
zoetron56 at In search of a Dean/Cas fanfic where Dean is trapped in an alternate universe with barbaric angels.I humbly beg help in locating a fanfiction which I somehow misplaced on my computer! I do not know the title or the author. I can describe the plot as much as I can remember however. After Sam left for Stanford, and John, of course, abandoned Dean, showing all the red flags of a lifetime of unforgivable neglect and emotional abuse against his firstborn. Dean decides to continue hunting by himself with only Bobby as occasional step-father and research assistant.
When he winds up tracking through the country in pursuit of some monsters or creature, he finds himself in another dimension, with no way of finding his way out. After much retracing his steps, he gives up the quest for the magical doorway and starts thinking about day-to-day survival on this alien landscape. He then reverts to his training and tries to blend in with the alien society that he has absolutely no place existing within. Reduced to recons and snatch and grabs for food and concealing clothing, he can't help noticing everyone here possess rather large sets of angelic wings. Dean also notices a rudimentary two-caste system to the angel's culture (if it could be called one). The winged angels are the warrior upper-class, while the servants, field hands (a.k.a. slaves), and any other "undesirables" no longer possess those winged appendages. These "lower castes" are treated beyond the bounds of cruelty, and Dean could only too well guess the sadism required to repeatedly hack a persons feathered limbs off to desecrate and humiliate them to these pitiful creatures.
Nauseating recon over, Dean took the only sane course of action, and ran far, far away from these sickos. While trying to steal some food from a isolated farmhouse, Dean is overpowered by a gorgeous black-winged angel called Castiel. After the mutual, "What the F**" are you?" by both parties, the shit storm became readily apparent, that if anyone other than the two of them ever found out about Dean's differences.
When he winds up tracking through the country in pursuit of some monsters or creature, he finds himself in another dimension, with no way of finding his way out. After much retracing his steps, he gives up the quest for the magical doorway and starts thinking about day-to-day survival on this alien landscape. He then reverts to his training and tries to blend in with the alien society that he has absolutely no place existing within. Reduced to recons and snatch and grabs for food and concealing clothing, he can't help noticing everyone here possess rather large sets of angelic wings. Dean also notices a rudimentary two-caste system to the angel's culture (if it could be called one). The winged angels are the warrior upper-class, while the servants, field hands (a.k.a. slaves), and any other "undesirables" no longer possess those winged appendages. These "lower castes" are treated beyond the bounds of cruelty, and Dean could only too well guess the sadism required to repeatedly hack a persons feathered limbs off to desecrate and humiliate them to these pitiful creatures.
Nauseating recon over, Dean took the only sane course of action, and ran far, far away from these sickos. While trying to steal some food from a isolated farmhouse, Dean is overpowered by a gorgeous black-winged angel called Castiel. After the mutual, "What the F**" are you?" by both parties, the shit storm became readily apparent, that if anyone other than the two of them ever found out about Dean's differences.
Castiel decided to stash Dean in his upstairs apartments, in an attempt to hide him from everyone else. Castiel brought him food and companionship. They learned each others words, and described each of their respective realities. Dean repeatedly expressed horror over the fact that if a warrior angle lost sparring combat three times, his wings would be hacked off and would only be useful in working in the fields. After many talkings-to by Dean to Cas over the complete insanity of such atrocities, Dean finally convinces Castiel to come home to his reality, where far from perfect, but would offer him the opportunity to truly be a righteous warrior fighting real evil and not following demented brothers butchering those they don't consider worthy.
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