Taming A Jaguar Chapter Nine pt. 1 (Dean/Castiel)
Title - Taming A Jaguar Chapter Nine pt. 1
Disclaimer - Don't own any of the characters, I just lock myself in my room and make them bend to my muse's will.
Rating - M ladies and gents, enjoy.
Word Count - 9,500
Warning - Gender!swap. Werewolf!AU. Eventually there will be smexy times of every type. There will also eventually be attempted sexual assault but not between the main couple. Also major character death more than once.
Summary - Using his second chance at life Castiel Novak comes back from Hell twenty years after his death to find his soul mate, the last face to swim before his eyes, the stranger than mourned the end of a werewolf's life. Unfortunately Adeana Winchester hunts his kind and is so far down the road of hatred it will take all the power Castiel has gained in his afterlife and all his charms to sway the hunter's stubborn point of view.
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Dean was about to ask the suddenly very quiet Castiel something when she saw the gate was swinging open in the wind as if the machinery that opened them had been broken.
“Not now,” Dean shook her head. “Not fucking now,” She cursed as she spied her Impala parked haphazardly in the driveway.
“I am sorry Dean,” Castiel shook his head at the sight. “Who did that?”
“I’ll give you one guess,” Dean drove into the gate without a care both doors swinging open without resistance, cut the engine and climbed out of the car.
There were no visible scratches or dents in her car and no visible driver. “I hate that bitch so much.”
“She could not have come at a worse time,” Castiel looked up from the shiny back hood to meet Dean’s gaze.
“Go wait for me inside. I’ll get rid of her,” Dean leaned over to give him a kiss only to find him stiff and unresponsive. “Are you okay?”
“However many souls are attached to Cerberus they all like you,” Castiel explained, then changed the subject. “It smells like she went around back.”
“She thinks it’s the funniest thing that I put jungle back there,” Dean leaned back into the rental to pop the trunk. “Get in the house.”
“I am worried about you.”
“I know. I’d let you go with but we don’t need a three-headed werewolf or whatever Cerberus shifts into running around,” Dean reached into the trunk and came back out with her katana.
“I will take the clothes in, but if you are not inside after that I will be coming to check on you,” Castiel grabbed the shopping bags.
Dean closed the trunk and walked along with Castiel until they reached the door.
Dean moved to go around the side of the house following Samantha’s smell. She tightened her grip on the scabbard, and brought the hilt to her other hand in front of her body.
Her first clue that she was close was the itch across the top of her eye, and the second was Samantha’s smell. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t have a key to your gate,” Samantha shrugged showing off with a flex of her fist letting Dean know she was either wearing her power suit or had finally built up enough serum in her system to break the gate open with her bare hands. “Your car’s fixed.”
“Thanks,” Dean saw Samantha’s eyes fall to her sword.
“Ease up,” Samantha grinned. “You have something to hide?”
“Believe me you know everything I want you to,” Dean stated.
“I had the most interesting conversation with Charlie,” Samantha leaned up against a tree.
Dean had told Charlie several times to not share with Samantha. “Really?”
“So you’ve shacked up with a werewolf,” Samantha crossed her arms over her chest the nicest way she let someone know she wasn’t going to shoot them yet.
“No,” Dean lied and knew Samantha wouldn’t believe her even if she was telling the truth. “You were around him your mark didn’t flare.”
“Charlie tells me yours did,” Samantha revealed.
I’ll have to cut off Charlie’s tongue later, Dean sighed. “You’ve seen it my mark is acting stupid.”
“Where is he? Your mark is glowing now,” Samantha looked around.
“Are you planning on hurting me?” Dean lifted her left eyebrow a notch. “Charlie had a gun on me when it flared last time.”
Samantha’s eyes widened a moment, “Since when does your mark warn you about human hostility?”
“Since the other day,” Dean didn’t mention that it was flaring around Castiel but not because he was a werewolf.
“Other day Adeana?” Samantha lowered her arms and Dean nudged her sword out a notch so it was ready to draw an inch of blade visible to let Samantha know she wasn’t in the mood.
“You were there,” Dean reminded her.
“I see you healed.”
“Quite nicely as a matter of fact,” Dean nodded.
“I want to see him,” Samantha was heavily reliant on guns. Like all Lumberjacks she could fight hand-to-hand but she liked to keep lycanthropes at a distance. That was a really good rule of thumb.
“I get it,” Dean laughed. “You have the hots for my man and you want another gander,” Dean joked.
“I don’t know why you would give your innocence to an animal,” Samantha looked haunted and Dean wondered if she’d said the same to her daughter.
“Is that why we’re in the backyard?” Dean whispered suddenly. “Repeat performance?”
“I figured it would give you a level of comfort,” Samantha shrugged.
Dean turned to see him emerging from the back door.
“Neat trick,” Samantha observed coolly but Dean easily felt her fear.
Castiel moved to stand next to her.
“See?” Dean pointed at her brow where her mark lay dormant.
Samantha looked at the top of her left hand where her mark usually started at her knuckle and wove up her fingers then back at Castiel.
Dean corrected.
“Did y’want me to think about strangling you to see if the color comes?” Castiel asked her but it wasn’t his voice.
Samantha looked at Dean in alarm her anger apparent in her eyes. “What have you been telling him?”
“Nothing,” Dean rolled her eyes.
“Calm down,” Dean told her. “He knew before I met him.”
“How do you know about my mark?” Samantha asked.
“I met a Lumberjack a long time ago,” Castiel surprised Dean by saying.
Her tattoo didn’t react but Dean did see Samantha attack before the switchblade made an appearance. Castiel’s eyes went wide as he looked at the blade.
Dean had caught it inches from his face, a killing blow to a human and maybe a lycanthrope too. “You get the fuck off my property or I’ll call the cops!”
“I know your hiding something from me,” Samantha had to give her switchblade a jerk to get it out of Dean’s grip.
Dean asked Castiel as Samantha walked away from them on her cell phone.
Castiel resisted and sunk to the ground as the Beast’s claws raked him from the inside.
Dean glanced over at her Nana as she disappeared around the corner of the house. She helped Castiel get to his feet, took his hand and started into the trees.
Like the tendrils of some creepy monster the power Dean felt when she touched Castiel’s hand gave her a shiver. Even though it wasn’t her cup of tea, her kitty lifted her head and scented the air.
“Stop!” Castiel warned.
They weren’t more than twenty yards into the forest when Castiel went down to his knees and took her down with him. He didn’t make a sound, but she could tell he wanted to.
“Oh God--” Castiel’s grip tightened until Dean couldn’t feel her fingers. She heard the crunch of broken bone, but didn’t say anything.
Dean felt whatever Castiel was fighting roll toward her like an invisible fog to brush her skin. “Castiel--” She tried to warn as whatever this Beast was called her power. They fed off each other and grew.
“Go!” Castiel shouted and released her with a whimper of pain.
Dean tried to get a grip on her energy, but the Beast was feeding off of it like it was oxygen. “I can’t stop it!”
“Get away!”
Dean looked into his eyes as she heard the sickening sound of bone sliding on bone in a shift. Castiel’s mismatched eyes went pitch black and became enveloped in wild flame.
“Run please! You do not know what I want to do to you,” Castiel’s voice fought with the gravely one and he yelped in pain. “Run now!”
Dean wasn’t one for running away, but neither of them could control what was happening. She tore off through the forest away from him.
She didn’t want to run, she wanted to help him. She kept telling herself that getting her kitty energy away from him was helping.
Oh how her kitty wanted to go back! The animal had been looking for Castiel’s wolf but had gotten pulled to the power of Cerberus.
If Dean had full control of her lycanthrope energy this wouldn’t be happening. She jerked around as a howl split the air, but she knew it wasn’t Castiel’s wolf.
Dean reeled her kitty in as much as she could.
“Oh God no,” Dean whispered as she felt it. Castiel’s shift was painful and quick. He would go after Samantha...Even if her Nana hadn’t heard that telling call of Cerberus, and come running.
“Castiel!” Dean turned to run back toward him casting out her energy to attract his attention to no avail.
She didn’t pause to consider it as she cast her thoughts out for a different target. She had never been good at telepathy before Castiel. As she fumbled for Samantha she tried again to stretch her lycanthrope energy to what Castiel had become. Success! He was now heading in her direction, with Samantha far behind.
Dean shouted telepathically into Samantha’s mind. Dean knew those were probably the worst words to say but she was short on time.
Then Castiel came into sight. At least she thought it was him. It was like a mix; between the bulky muscles of a pit bull across the wide chest and shoulders and thick thighs and buttock with some of the long wolf parts the paws, and lower legs and long bushy tail, the arms and his muzzle; there was only one head thankfully, and somewhere in there Dean swore there had to be Mack truck.
It was an in-between form on two legs and intelligent eyes, all black no iris or white and flames, such wicked fire in his eyes. And he had to be at least seven feet tall, if not more.
“Do you think to distract me from my hunt woman?” Cerberus’s voice was still Castiel’s somewhere, but it was even deeper, so much that the gravel sounded like it should be painful. “For some reason, I would get great satisfaction from ripping that woman limb from limb.”
“Think about it,” Dean drew her sword just in case, and the flame-filled eyes caught on the silver curve of the blade. She held her ground as the monster moved closer leaning over her shorter frame.
“I want to lap up your blood while I fuck you,” Cerberus growled, and glanced over his shoulder as Samantha came into sight.
When she saw what was there in the forest with Dean she stopped in the underbrush. “What the hell are you?”
“Samantha meet Cerberus, the guardian of Lucifer,” Dean reached out to touch his upper arm which had to be at least twenty inches around.
“Cerberus,” Samantha said as if she didn’t believe Dean, but she still hadn’t drawn a gun. What Castiel had become was much too large and intimidating for someone like Samantha not to feel safer with a weapon in her hand.
“Please Samantha,” Dean met her eyes knowing that if she hadn’t already tried shooting Cerberus there was a chance she would listen to reason. “Go home, and let me take care of this.”
“I want to know what the hell is going on Adeana,” Samantha gave her gun a caress.
“He’s possessed by the power of Cerberus, the guardian of blah, blah, blah...” Dean held her hands up when he turned his burning eyes to her hand on his arm.
“Guardian of the Prince of Evil, Father of Lies...” He shrugged his massive shoulders, but less like a gesture and more like he was trying to get comfortable in his new skin.
“Kill her if you have to then go back to Hell,” Samantha told Cerberus. “Or I’ll have to hunt you down.”
“That is where you got that attitude from,” Castiel’s voice slipped out of Cerberus’s muzzle.
Dean’s heart leapt, and Cerberus looked over at her as Samantha turned and left without another word.
“Why is it that I feel your emotions so easily?” Cerberus asked turning to Dean bumping his cold nose into her ear.
Dean shrugged away, and he followed his rough tongue catching the edge of Castiel’s bite mark. “Don’t--” Dean moaned her body convulsing, and she put her hands on his huge chest and pushed.
“Tell me why I would rather bed you…than bleed you, and then bed you?” Cerberus tried for the mark again.
“The man you inhabit and I love each other,” Dean wasn’t fast enough, and he got a good lick over the wound.
Dean grabbed for his arms, and met his eyes and saw a bight blue eye peek out at her. Castiel…She was happy to find herself not as moved, as when Castiel gave the bite mark attention.
“If you are not mates I am not interested in fucking you, more than once,” Cerberus rubbed his furry cheek along hers.
“I brought you here,” Dean explained, and let the grip on jaguar go.
The growl that came out of him wasn’t as scary. “I could eat you whole, kitten,” Cerberus grumbled.
“Promise?” Dean gave him the tried and true wash of fear that always made the monsters growl. She knew how to deal with psychotic, asshole lycanthropes it was her job.
“I don’t know kitten,” Cerberus sniffed her curly hair. “I’m tempted to keep you with me…Hell is nice this time of year.” His claws gripped her shoulders as he leaned closer with a groan, and Dean heard the rip before she realized he’d torn her shirt in two separate pieces.
“If your pussy tastes as good as your beast I’d be a fool to kill you,” The flames in his eyes burned brighter as he hooked a clawed finger in the front of her bra, and it only protested a moment before it was gone too.
“Fuck,” Cerberus’s hands squeezed each breast. “This body does want you bad…” A bit of tongue laved over her nipple as he gave a surprised whimper. “Haven’t been this hard in centuries.”
Dean started edging closer to her kitty letting the power build, and while distracted Cerberus didn’t feed on it fast enough. Now much more focused on their shared goal her jaguar beat a path to Castiel’s wolf.
She grabbed his hands as he started for her jeans, and stepped back. “I like my Levi’s thank you…” She watched his eyes locked on her hands as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She gave him a small grin as she continued to back away from him, and luckily he didn’t immediately rush after her.
“Come back here,” Cerberus ordered, and as he took a step toward her his leg almost collapsed underneath him. He righted himself, and continued to move closer matching her step-for-step. “I want to give you a bite to match me on the other side of your neck,” Cerberus gave her a toothy grin, and she didn’t have a hard time imagining the kind of damage he would do.
Dean had hardly shimmied off the tight jeans before he was on her his hands lifting her off her feet, but she showed the flexibility of her father by slipping out of his grasp and darting away. She gave him a whiff of fear to keep his attention. It was enough for him to chase after her, and she poured on the speed.
For a moment there was a real wash of fear as Cerberus howled, and she realized he was much closer than she wanted. She started to move up into the trees, but he caught her in mid-pounce and drove her into a tree trunk. She got the breath knocked out of her, and nearly half of her ribs cracked but she wouldn’t let it show as she looked up at him eyes blazing as they rolled to a stop on the ground.
“I could fuck you until you bled kitten,” Cerberus realized as she showed no discomfort, and the visible scrapes on her face healed before his eyes. She found purchase on the forest floor and scrambled out from under him until his large hand shackled around her ankle. “For hours and you would only beg for more.”
That was when she knew he had decided to keep her resilient, jaguar self. Her eyes were stuck on his until his erection caught her attention. He made a very animal like sound at her rush of panic at the idea of what he might have to do to fit inside her. As she watched it only swelled bigger at the attention of her gaze and fear, and she battened down her emotions. She would be sending false fear -- if any -- she wouldn’t give him anything she didn’t want to.
As he crawled toward her Cerberus’s elbows shook, and he began panting in a pained way. “What the fuck did you do?”
“You got to her before she could help the animal she really wanted to help,” Dean said but talking about her beast like it was a third person creeped her out. “I’m giving him the help he needs to control you while you’re shifted.”
“I’m just getting comfortable in my new home,” Cerberus shrugged as he reached down to touch himself, and Dean looked away. “I’ve never mixed with my host before,” Cerberus growled as he had to move his hand back to the ground to support himself. “I like it, I’m glad he made his deal.”
“Give him back to me,” Dean ordered as she clenched her eyes shut, and her power continued to increase. It roared straight into Castiel and his power like some sort of lycanthrope battery.
“I am the most powerful lycanthrope in existence; on earth, in Hell. I rule them all tempting them until none are fit for elsewhere,” Cerberus laughed. “Not even those told of in prophecy could match me. Prophecies are just words not destiny, and with this body...” He reached for her, and this time she didn’t move as his claws dug into her sides. “And you,” Cerberus laughed for only a few moments before he choked like he couldn’t breathe.
“Castiel?” Dean reached out to touch him a hand on either side of his head. She rubbed the fur of his ears which were pointed, and sensitive to emotions like a wolf.
There was the ripple of fur, the crunch of bone, and a howl of pain (that changed species halfway through) until she was holding Castiel in complete wolf form.
Castiel shook his wolfy head with a whine that made Dean want to cry.
Dean picked up the large wolf, and made her way back to the house. She stopped on the way to find her red cloak. She was glad it was close to night the staff would be thinned out by now. Maybe Charlie...
Charlie was at the back door, and he helped her get Castiel up to his bedroom. He didn’t ask questions just gave a terse nodded when she told him what to do, and helped any way he was able. Eventually they stood together at the side of Castiel’s bed and watched him sleep.
Charlie looked over at Dean as she wrapped the cloak more tightly around her. “I’m sorry.”
Dean shook her head as she stroked Castiel’s fur carefully. “S’okay.”
“You said she knew,” Charlie shook his head. “I thought she knew he was a lycanthrope too. I’m sorry.”
“She’s the only other one you could talk to about it I don’t blame you,” Dean lied. Any other time what happened would have sent her into a violent rant a la Samantha. “Now, good-night,” I’m getting soft, Dean mentally shook her head.
Charlie looked at her a moment, then down at Castiel before he made himself leave. She could easily see how hard it was for him to go. She locked all the doors into the room, and crawled in next to him.
Dean leaned in close to Castiel’s floppy ear and whispered, “Dream of me.”
“Castiel,” Dean peered around at the forest he usually haunted.
Her jaguar slipped in beside Dean to rub against her hand and lifted her head to share verdant gazes. She stared a moment before shooting into the forest.
“Get back here!” Dean called.
“Baby?”
Dean turned on her heel to see Castiel running toward her. “Are you okay?”
“Better now,” Castiel smashed into her, wrapping his arms around her so tight she made a small noise. “You have spent your entire life being human but you are such a good lycanthrope.”
“I have no clue what I’m doing,” Dean admitted knowing she had to be doing some phenomenal power shifting against Cerberus.
“Well you are doing fantastic honey,” Castiel kissed the top of her head as he held her close.
“Are all lycanthropes like this together,” Dean murmured not moving so much as an inch away but craning her neck back enough to look into his beautiful mismatched eyes.
“Some,” Castiel knew some very healthy packs that flowed heavy with energy that just fed off one another and grew much like theirs. “I love you.”
“I love you too you damned wolf,” Dean kissed him softly.
“We have to do something about Cerberus,” Castiel whispered. “I lost him but who knows how long until he finds us.”
Castiel had noticed a change in his demeanor and wondered if it was Dean influencing him. Sometimes mates share personality traits and that could be why Dean was more emotional.
“So just think about Lucifer?” Dean asked.
“Let me try it. You just focus on giving me help?”
“Sounds good since you know what’s going on,” Dean watched him close his eyes to concentrate.
Dean bit at her bottom lip in a slight case of nerves. Cerberus had said no lycanthrope outside of prophecy was more powerful than he was. It had scared Dean to think that becoming Cerberus was Castiel’s ultimate destiny. Unless it meant Castiel would become or was already stronger than Lucifer’s pet.
It didn’t take long and Dean’s nerves twanged as she saw a man appear. He was taller than her with sandy blond hair and eyes like Cerberus’s. His skin was almost unnatural, so dark it was as if he’d been baked in his eternal hellfire. He was wearing what looked like a designer suit the same shade as his blood red dress shirt.
Dean squeezed Castiel in her arms as the stranger’s desire washed over her hard.
“Dean,” Lucifer nodded and gave her a small bow at the waist. “Nice to meet you in person.”
“Lucifer?”
“Yeah,” Castiel knew his power was blocked the last time they met, but being able to smell so much…He remembered Balthazar’s words about how Lucifer wanted the both of them, was it a baser desire on Dean’s part?
“I didn’t realize I would be seeing you so soon dog,” Lucifer told Castiel but his eyes were still locked on Dean.
Dean met Castiel’s gaze and he could tell she was trying not to laugh at their current situation. Castiel shook his head at her behavior as he pulled her in close again and she didn’t object, in fact she curled closer as her mind swam over her own thoughts (which were in truth quite scary) about what was going on in her life in recent hours.
“It’s not my fault Cerberus is still with you,” Lucifer claimed. “You left before I could reclaim him,” Lucifer gave a single shrug of one shoulder. “I figured I would let you steal him. I thought it was on purpose it’s been millennia since he’s been on earth.”
“Oh come on,” Dean almost turned to him but Castiel kept his arms around her. “You’re not an idiot.”
“No I’m not but I begin to wonder if I’m still the more powerful,” He held his arms out to indicate their surroundings and looked around. “I’ve never been summoned against my will before.”
Castiel felt a spike of fear from his mate. He gently captured her face in one hand and brought Dean’s eyes to his. “Are you all right?”
“I…” She looked away and sent Castiel’s heart into his throat.
“So did you want anything in particular or did you just want to stretch your powers?” Lucifer asked.
“Take Cerberus with you,” Dean ordered.
“Excuse me?”
Dean pulled away from Castiel and moved toward Lucifer. “You promised not to interfere?”
“Yes,” Lucifer watched her like the approaching predator she was, but a bunny rabbit never looked so longingly at his death before.
“Wouldn’t you think of this as interfering?” Dean stopped only a hairsbreadth from Lucifer and didn’t flinch. Castiel wanted both to applaud and snatch her back to him side.
Lucifer leaned in as Dean let her energy loose. “I put the power of Cerberus in him before we made the deal technically…” He took in a quick breath as her energy enveloped him.
Castiel started forward but Lucifer glanced at him, and he felt large hands grab his arms. He looked over his shoulder to see a very large man with dark brown eyes and hair to match. “That’s some trick wolf.”
Castiel didn’t have to hear the man’s deep gravely voice to know who he was. “Dean,” Castiel called but she didn’t look his way. “Baby look at me please.”
“I am so gonna fuck your mate until she cries my name out in terror,” Cerberus whispered into the back of Castiel’s ear. “If he gets it like he wants it…”
“Who?” Castiel glanced distractedly over his shoulder.
“My Master…Probably wants to bleed and bed your mate more than me,” Cerberus laughed deep and his almost intimate position (bare chest pressing into Castiel’s upper back) let Castiel feel the rumble of mirth deep in his own chest.
Castiel didn’t need Balthazar’s words to know that the King of Lies was practically drooling. What the hell was he telling her?
Dean wondered what would happen if her control was overwhelmed in dreams? She remembered the burn that had followed her outside dreams not to mention the nudity.
Lucifer had been teasing her with playful telepathic banter and a strange absence of power. He was definitely enjoying hers his eyes were glowing with fire.
Dean reminded him.
Lucifer asked and she felt his power finally begin to stir.
Castiel jerked out of Cerberus’s grip as Lucifer kissed his mate. When the larger man grabbed for Castiel again the wolf turned and sent him flying with only his lycanthrope energy.
“Fuck!” Lucifer did another string of curses and he locked blazing eyes on Castiel.
“We made a deal, I am sure you still have the contract on you!” Castiel shook his head and pointed toward Cerberus who was still lying where he’d landed in a tree. “Take him and leave!”
“All right,” Lucifer threw his hands up in a mock surrender gesture.
“If you are not out of here--”
Lucifer laughed and thanks to the growing part of him that Dean’s personality influenced Castiel felt the sound spark a rage inside him that ignited quickly and sent him into the other man. Castiel tackled him to the ground, and immediately began pummeling his face with his fists.
“Castiel!” Dean exclaimed pulling him off.
Lucifer looked up at Castiel in disbelief. He found blood from a split lip. “I’m bleeding!”
Those words let Castiel know how often the Devil bled. “No doubt you will heal.”
Lucifer got to his feet and looked at them as Castiel pulled Dean back into his arms. “I just wanted a taste, dog.”
“I promised not to interfere,” Lucifer reminded them. “Cerberus!”
The man stumbled to his feet away from the tree and looked groggily up at his master. He moved toward him his head bowed to the shorter man in fear and probably nausea and dizziness. Cerberus looked up to meet his master’s gaze and Castiel didn’t like the smile that appeared on both demons’ faces.
“I’ll let you say your good-byes,” Lucifer looked over at Dean hungrily before he disappeared in a wash of wild fire.
“I don’t want you here any longer than necessary,” Dean hissed as Cerberus turned to them.
“I’ll see you in Hell,” Cerberus told Castiel who only glared at the man. “Even without interference he always finds a way.”
Castiel definitely didn’t like the way he said that. “Get out of here.”
“I’m going,” Cerberus gave Dean a look much like Lucifer had before he’d left. “I hope to be seeing more of you kitten.”
“Don’t think so,” Dean pulled her head back as Cerberus leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Back off.”
Cerberus held his hands up as he backed away and the grin on his face was malicious and spiteful. “By the way, you’re his mate,” Cerberus jerked his head toward Castiel and gave Dean a wink before he simply disappeared.
Dean didn’t care if Castiel was slated to return to Hell in months. She didn’t care if his failure meant he would become Cerberus.
“You get to become Alpha of the Alphas without the weak human mate,” Dean reminded Castiel as she threw him physically out the front gate. “Everyone wins,” She taunted her voice steely as she gave the bars of the gate a squeeze and they wound together as easily as clay.
“Dean!” Castiel pressed his face into the bars. “Please!” Castiel held his hand out stretching toward her retreating form.
His heart was shattered and the pain of it was even worse then when it had been blown to smithereens by silver buckshot. “Baby please I knew you would react this way! I was waiting for the right time.”
“You’ve known the whole time?” Dean yelled and Castiel winced as her anger stabbed at him. “I can’t believe...” She threw her hands up and continued to walk away.
“Did you want to come to Hell now, or give Cerberus some more time on earth?” Lucifer’s voice echoed around in his ears as Castiel quickly spun around to look for him.
“Leave me alone,” Castiel snarled as he turned and walked into the wooded area away from Dean’s house.
Lucifer appeared in a flash of flame igniting a falling leaf as it tumbled past his stylishly-tousled hair. “Now you and I are going to be fast friends for a long time...B.F.Fs even.”
Castiel met his eyes bemused and burning. “I have four months.”
“To do what?”
“To make sure she is happy,” Castiel shrugged off his hand as it landed on his shoulder.
“No,” Lucifer’s laughter was cold and it made Castiel shiver. “You have four months left on earth. You have failed and are up for the other part of your contract,” Lucifer moved to physically block Castiel’s way.
“Get out of my way,” Castiel whispered but instead of walking past Lucifer he gasped in pain as the hellfire of Cerberus moved through his veins.
“The words you’re lookin’ for are, ‘Get thee behind me Satan, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,’” Castiel heard his own voice say, much deeper and more gravely than usual.
Lucifer opened his mouth to reprimand Cerberus when he went up in a sour puff of gray smoke.
“Thanks,” Castiel murmured to himself as he started to move forward again.
Castiel moved through the woods skirting the road where he could smell Samantha’s scent.
Castiel’s steps shifted minutely as Cerberus changed his direction.
Anger surged but Castiel tried to battle it back he’d learned from being a submissive to keep his passions under control.
Onward to Chapter Nine pt. 2!