Nothing Else Matters Part 3
Title - Nothing Else Matters 3/4
Fandom - Supernatural
Rating - R For Language Violence
Summary - Akasha get’s what she really wants and her plan is revealed.
A/N - Thanks to Hunters_Retreat For the quick and awesome beta.
Dean watched as Castiel began to puke up a blue inky smoke-like substance, not unlike how the demons did when Sam exorcized them, it fell into the bowl swirling and glowing eerily.
He knew in an instant what it was, what was happening. “You BITCH!” he yelled struggling harder but only managed to hurt himself further as he dislocated a shoulder. He grunted in pain biting his lower lip against it. Castiel’s grace, she was stealing his grace and Dean was helpless but to watch.
Castiel’s grace was similar to what he seen with Anna, blue in color but it was slightly darker like his vessel’s eyes. Looking to Cas’ still glowing eyes Dean could make out tears tracks running through the blood. Akasha had made an angel of God fucking cry.
It was more than horrible to watch, Castiel literally puking out his life force, Dean had seen plenty of fucked up shit in his life, but somehow this took the cake.
It went on for what seemed like hours, the sound of Castiel vomiting, heaving and weeping while Akasha stood beside him still chanting. When the spell was completed, and the last drop of Castiel’s grace fell into the bowl, the angel crumpled to the ground. The blood bonds fell to liquid, splashing onto Castiel who didn’t even flinch. From his position Dean could see Castiel clearly and what he couldn’t see was the rise and fall of breathing. ‘Did angels even need to breath?’ He wondered to himself, was Cas still even considered an angel?
“Cas?” he whispered, voice still weak from the pain. “Cas,” he said louder this time, “Come on Cas say something,” he pleaded after receiving no answer. “Sammy? Sammy are you awake?” he called. His only response was a groan. Neither of them giving the hunter much hope, he had a feeling they were going to all die down here.
Akasha walked over to the sheeted table and set the bowl down, the symbols on it still glowing. Following her with his eyes and Dean noticed now that the sheet was covering something and it was soon revealed to be a human body. Even at this distance he could see that it was breathing, slowly, but breathing none the less.
It was a man no older than thirty, short dark brown hair and a build similar to Dean’s own. “Who’s that? You’re next victim” he spat angrily. “What are you playing at?” He kept talking, kept pushing for answers but his eyes kept darting to Cas’ body.
“This?” she said stroking the body’s hair in a fond manner, a serene smile on her face, “This is a vessel,” she said placing a kiss on its forehead and whispering something Dean couldn’t make out.
“A vessel?” he asked confused now. “Vessel for what?” he demanded.
She turned to him and smirked before walking over to kick Cas’ body out of the way. This made Dean growl and she chuckled, “You’ll see soon enough.”
She pulled the table with the vessel on it into the center of the room and frowned “Still in the way” she huffed.
She walked over to where Dean was and looked him over thoroughly, poking and prodding and provoking new pain of which he was trying hard to ignore. “You won’t be going anywhere,” she stated.
Dean didn’t have time to question what she meant as the chains holding him up suddenly released. He barely caught himself and rolled with the fall rather than crumpling unceremoniously to the ground.
“Take feathers out of the way,” she commanded. Dean tried to lunge for her, to attack, it was stupid but he was beyond thinking right about now. He got no more than two steps before being tossed into the wall. He lay on the ground wheezing, and heard Sam call his name worriedly.
Akasha walked over to him, heels clicking on the stone and she picked him up glaring “If you want I could kill you and the angel and that demented waste you call a brother right now, but I’m trying to be nice” she growled.
Dean laughed, “coulda fooled me,” he said unable to help himself.
She dropped him suddenly and he winced in pain, staying there on the floor and watching as she grabbed Castiel’s body and flung him like a doll to land practically on top of Dean.
“What the fuck!?” he demanded wide eyed. She looked pissed, her yellow eyes glaring at him, daring him to even make a move.
Dean looked away first, not that his pride didn’t take a huge hit because of it, but he had other matters to attend to than glaring matches with a demon whore, like seeing if Cas was alive. Too busy with checking over the angel, Dean didn’t hear the start of another spell. He was not completely immune though as a chill ran down his spine, whatever she was doing now was some serious spell work.
“Hey,” he said voice ragged, he sat by Castiels side. The cold stone floor stung badly but he ignored it as he used his good arm to check the angel’s pulse. It was weak, very weak and Dean still couldn’t see if he was breathing or not. “Shit,” he cursed hitting his head against the wall, they were all so fucked.
Not concentrating on Castiel now he looked to see what the demon bitch was doing. The vessel was laying limply in the middle of the room and Akasha held the swirling bowl in front of her, over the vessel. She wasn’t chanting at the moment though, her head was tilted back in a silent scream, thick smoke billowing out of her mouth, it looked different than normal demons though, lighter, fainter like it wasn’t as tarnished, as completely evil.
It circled the ceiling a few times before rushing into the bowl, mixing with Castiel’s grace. The room lit up momentarily and Dean threw his arm over his eyes blocking it out.
When he looked next she was pouring the bowl’s contents over the vessel, it was thick liquid, silver in colour and reminded Dean of mercury, or more appropriately ectoplasm.
It moved as if on its own accord up into the vessel’s mouth and down his throat, Dean made a face and felt sick to his stomach, it was like some fucked up sci-fi movie where an alien being took over your body.
Listening to what she was saying now he could make out a few words like “Arise,” and “, break the barrier and come forth,” and weird shit like that. Whatever she was doing was bad news for the room began to shake and the high pitched whirr he associated with angels speaking could be heard. He couldn’t cover his ears though, not both. And he heard Sam screaming in pain. ‘Sammy’ he thought worriedly. The room was filled with light and he closed his eyes just in time, he felt light, warmth, but most noticeably he felt power.
Akasha screamed and Dean could make out the smell of burning flesh, ‘Good,’ he thought bitterly. One of Cas’ angel buddies had finally come to save his ass, and stop whatever fucked up shit this bitch was playing at.
Fandom - Supernatural
Rating - R For Language Violence
Summary - Akasha get’s what she really wants and her plan is revealed.
A/N - Thanks to Hunters_Retreat For the quick and awesome beta.
Dean watched as Castiel began to puke up a blue inky smoke-like substance, not unlike how the demons did when Sam exorcized them, it fell into the bowl swirling and glowing eerily.
He knew in an instant what it was, what was happening. “You BITCH!” he yelled struggling harder but only managed to hurt himself further as he dislocated a shoulder. He grunted in pain biting his lower lip against it. Castiel’s grace, she was stealing his grace and Dean was helpless but to watch.
Castiel’s grace was similar to what he seen with Anna, blue in color but it was slightly darker like his vessel’s eyes. Looking to Cas’ still glowing eyes Dean could make out tears tracks running through the blood. Akasha had made an angel of God fucking cry.
It was more than horrible to watch, Castiel literally puking out his life force, Dean had seen plenty of fucked up shit in his life, but somehow this took the cake.
It went on for what seemed like hours, the sound of Castiel vomiting, heaving and weeping while Akasha stood beside him still chanting. When the spell was completed, and the last drop of Castiel’s grace fell into the bowl, the angel crumpled to the ground. The blood bonds fell to liquid, splashing onto Castiel who didn’t even flinch. From his position Dean could see Castiel clearly and what he couldn’t see was the rise and fall of breathing. ‘Did angels even need to breath?’ He wondered to himself, was Cas still even considered an angel?
“Cas?” he whispered, voice still weak from the pain. “Cas,” he said louder this time, “Come on Cas say something,” he pleaded after receiving no answer. “Sammy? Sammy are you awake?” he called. His only response was a groan. Neither of them giving the hunter much hope, he had a feeling they were going to all die down here.
Akasha walked over to the sheeted table and set the bowl down, the symbols on it still glowing. Following her with his eyes and Dean noticed now that the sheet was covering something and it was soon revealed to be a human body. Even at this distance he could see that it was breathing, slowly, but breathing none the less.
It was a man no older than thirty, short dark brown hair and a build similar to Dean’s own. “Who’s that? You’re next victim” he spat angrily. “What are you playing at?” He kept talking, kept pushing for answers but his eyes kept darting to Cas’ body.
“This?” she said stroking the body’s hair in a fond manner, a serene smile on her face, “This is a vessel,” she said placing a kiss on its forehead and whispering something Dean couldn’t make out.
“A vessel?” he asked confused now. “Vessel for what?” he demanded.
She turned to him and smirked before walking over to kick Cas’ body out of the way. This made Dean growl and she chuckled, “You’ll see soon enough.”
She pulled the table with the vessel on it into the center of the room and frowned “Still in the way” she huffed.
She walked over to where Dean was and looked him over thoroughly, poking and prodding and provoking new pain of which he was trying hard to ignore. “You won’t be going anywhere,” she stated.
Dean didn’t have time to question what she meant as the chains holding him up suddenly released. He barely caught himself and rolled with the fall rather than crumpling unceremoniously to the ground.
“Take feathers out of the way,” she commanded. Dean tried to lunge for her, to attack, it was stupid but he was beyond thinking right about now. He got no more than two steps before being tossed into the wall. He lay on the ground wheezing, and heard Sam call his name worriedly.
Akasha walked over to him, heels clicking on the stone and she picked him up glaring “If you want I could kill you and the angel and that demented waste you call a brother right now, but I’m trying to be nice” she growled.
Dean laughed, “coulda fooled me,” he said unable to help himself.
She dropped him suddenly and he winced in pain, staying there on the floor and watching as she grabbed Castiel’s body and flung him like a doll to land practically on top of Dean.
“What the fuck!?” he demanded wide eyed. She looked pissed, her yellow eyes glaring at him, daring him to even make a move.
Dean looked away first, not that his pride didn’t take a huge hit because of it, but he had other matters to attend to than glaring matches with a demon whore, like seeing if Cas was alive. Too busy with checking over the angel, Dean didn’t hear the start of another spell. He was not completely immune though as a chill ran down his spine, whatever she was doing now was some serious spell work.
“Hey,” he said voice ragged, he sat by Castiels side. The cold stone floor stung badly but he ignored it as he used his good arm to check the angel’s pulse. It was weak, very weak and Dean still couldn’t see if he was breathing or not. “Shit,” he cursed hitting his head against the wall, they were all so fucked.
Not concentrating on Castiel now he looked to see what the demon bitch was doing. The vessel was laying limply in the middle of the room and Akasha held the swirling bowl in front of her, over the vessel. She wasn’t chanting at the moment though, her head was tilted back in a silent scream, thick smoke billowing out of her mouth, it looked different than normal demons though, lighter, fainter like it wasn’t as tarnished, as completely evil.
It circled the ceiling a few times before rushing into the bowl, mixing with Castiel’s grace. The room lit up momentarily and Dean threw his arm over his eyes blocking it out.
When he looked next she was pouring the bowl’s contents over the vessel, it was thick liquid, silver in colour and reminded Dean of mercury, or more appropriately ectoplasm.
It moved as if on its own accord up into the vessel’s mouth and down his throat, Dean made a face and felt sick to his stomach, it was like some fucked up sci-fi movie where an alien being took over your body.
Listening to what she was saying now he could make out a few words like “Arise,” and “, break the barrier and come forth,” and weird shit like that. Whatever she was doing was bad news for the room began to shake and the high pitched whirr he associated with angels speaking could be heard. He couldn’t cover his ears though, not both. And he heard Sam screaming in pain. ‘Sammy’ he thought worriedly. The room was filled with light and he closed his eyes just in time, he felt light, warmth, but most noticeably he felt power.
Akasha screamed and Dean could make out the smell of burning flesh, ‘Good,’ he thought bitterly. One of Cas’ angel buddies had finally come to save his ass, and stop whatever fucked up shit this bitch was playing at.