Twisted Manipulation (Ch. 4)
Title: Twisted Manipulation (Ch.4)
Author: mello_bello_91
Rating: R
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Takes place after the Season 4 finale
Warnings: ummm...rape...
Word Count: 860
Summary: Using his power in this room drained him more quickly than on earth or even when he was free in Heaven.
Castiel was tired. Using his power in this room drained him more quickly than on earth or even when he was free in Heaven. Not that Castiel mind being tired, so long as Dean got his messages and summoned him be using a summoning spell. That was the only why Castiel could ever leave this prison. Well, there was another way but, that would involve Castiel turning on Dean, something Castiel would never, or could never do.
Castiel needed to sit down. Thankfully, Zachariah had summoned a bed into the room before leaving. Castiel walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, placing his head in his hands, a gesture that Castiel had seen Dean do many times before.
Dean. Castiel felt the pull on his heart again. That feeling that Castiel could not explain; pulsing through him, making him clutch his chest again. Castiel needed to see Dean, and needed to see Dean sooner, rather than later. Castiel hoped that Dean would get the messages soon, and summon him.
“You seem tired Castiel.” Zachariah was standing by the window, a scowl on his face. “You should lie down.”
Castiel was pushed down on the bed, his body pushed so that it was centered on the bed. Castiel struggled to sit back up but invisible hands kept him in place. Castiel did not like feeling powerless, he was an angel, an angel who was use to having large amounts of power at his disposal, and Zachariah was going to use that against him, making him feel as powerless as possible.
Zachariah walked over to the bed, his eyes full of anger. “Why would you try to communicate with Dean? Why would you go against me, yet again? Have I not been kind to you? Have I not given you things you want?”
“I want Dean.” Castiel mustered as much anger as he could as he said three words that he thought would never be verbalized.
Zachariah’s eyes flared. “Why? So that hunter can sooth you and tell you everything is going to be alright?”
Castiel went white with terror when Zachariah pushed his white robe open, leaving nothing but a pair silk pants in Zachariah’s way. Those silk pants were Castiel’s last line of defense. They were soon gone, leaving Castiel bare for Zachariah’s heated stare.
Castiel couldn’t focus on anything. Why would Zachariah do this? Zachariah was an angel, a holy being; he should not be doing this. This should not be happening. To top it all off, Zachariah was Castiel’s brother! Castiel tried again to move, but found that he was still powerless and restrained.
Zachariah was laughing as Castiel was flipped over onto his stomach, a small groan escaping his lips. Castiel could only think of one thing, Dean. Would Den still want him after…this? After Castiel became a tainted angel.
“Why?” It was all Castiel could manage to say, all other words failed him.
“Why?” Zachariah mirrored Castiel’s tone.
A whimper escaped Castiel’s lips as he heard how pathetic and small he sounded. If he was ever free of this, Castiel would show Zachariah how much power he really had, when he was not being restrained by spells or rules. When he is allowed to use all his power, Castiel is almost as strong as an archangel.
“Why, because you’re trying to get Dean to summon you so you can leave. Zachariah was on top of Castiel. “You know, Dean doesn’t want you, and I doubt his opinion will change, especially after this. He doesn’t care about you anymore. He’s never cared about you. All he cares about is keeping little Sammy safe.”
Zachariah is inside Castiel. Castiel gasped as Zachariah pushes in and pulls out of Castiel, roughly, as if trying to cause Castiel pain. Castiel tries to focus on the thought of Dean, trying to think of good things in a bad situation. Zachariah moves faster and he uses his power to increase the pain that Castiel is feeling. Zachariah lets out a yell as he comes inside Castiel. After which, Zachariah pulls himself out of Castiel and flips Castiel back onto his back. Castiel’s pants and robe return to covering his body.
“Castiel,” Zachariah forces Castiel to sit up. “You disobey me again, and try to talk to Dean, your punishment will be worse.” With that, Zachariah disappeared, leaving a broken Castiel alone.
Castiel was free of his invisible bonds; he quickly got off the bed and moved over to the corner of the room, farthest from the bed. He then sat on the ground and hugged his knees to his chest. Castiel focused on a random spot on the floor in front of him. After what had just happened, Castiel would never be his full self again, he would never be good enough for Dean again.
Dean. The pain that was now very familiar to Castiel. It was all he had been feeling for the time that he had been stuck in this room. Castiel needed to see Dean, even if it meant hiding in the shadows, because Castiel was no longer good enough to be seen by Dean.
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Author: mello_bello_91
Rating: R
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Takes place after the Season 4 finale
Warnings: ummm...rape...
Word Count: 860
Summary: Using his power in this room drained him more quickly than on earth or even when he was free in Heaven.
Castiel was tired. Using his power in this room drained him more quickly than on earth or even when he was free in Heaven. Not that Castiel mind being tired, so long as Dean got his messages and summoned him be using a summoning spell. That was the only why Castiel could ever leave this prison. Well, there was another way but, that would involve Castiel turning on Dean, something Castiel would never, or could never do.
Castiel needed to sit down. Thankfully, Zachariah had summoned a bed into the room before leaving. Castiel walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, placing his head in his hands, a gesture that Castiel had seen Dean do many times before.
Dean. Castiel felt the pull on his heart again. That feeling that Castiel could not explain; pulsing through him, making him clutch his chest again. Castiel needed to see Dean, and needed to see Dean sooner, rather than later. Castiel hoped that Dean would get the messages soon, and summon him.
“You seem tired Castiel.” Zachariah was standing by the window, a scowl on his face. “You should lie down.”
Castiel was pushed down on the bed, his body pushed so that it was centered on the bed. Castiel struggled to sit back up but invisible hands kept him in place. Castiel did not like feeling powerless, he was an angel, an angel who was use to having large amounts of power at his disposal, and Zachariah was going to use that against him, making him feel as powerless as possible.
Zachariah walked over to the bed, his eyes full of anger. “Why would you try to communicate with Dean? Why would you go against me, yet again? Have I not been kind to you? Have I not given you things you want?”
“I want Dean.” Castiel mustered as much anger as he could as he said three words that he thought would never be verbalized.
Zachariah’s eyes flared. “Why? So that hunter can sooth you and tell you everything is going to be alright?”
Castiel went white with terror when Zachariah pushed his white robe open, leaving nothing but a pair silk pants in Zachariah’s way. Those silk pants were Castiel’s last line of defense. They were soon gone, leaving Castiel bare for Zachariah’s heated stare.
Castiel couldn’t focus on anything. Why would Zachariah do this? Zachariah was an angel, a holy being; he should not be doing this. This should not be happening. To top it all off, Zachariah was Castiel’s brother! Castiel tried again to move, but found that he was still powerless and restrained.
Zachariah was laughing as Castiel was flipped over onto his stomach, a small groan escaping his lips. Castiel could only think of one thing, Dean. Would Den still want him after…this? After Castiel became a tainted angel.
“Why?” It was all Castiel could manage to say, all other words failed him.
“Why?” Zachariah mirrored Castiel’s tone.
A whimper escaped Castiel’s lips as he heard how pathetic and small he sounded. If he was ever free of this, Castiel would show Zachariah how much power he really had, when he was not being restrained by spells or rules. When he is allowed to use all his power, Castiel is almost as strong as an archangel.
“Why, because you’re trying to get Dean to summon you so you can leave. Zachariah was on top of Castiel. “You know, Dean doesn’t want you, and I doubt his opinion will change, especially after this. He doesn’t care about you anymore. He’s never cared about you. All he cares about is keeping little Sammy safe.”
Zachariah is inside Castiel. Castiel gasped as Zachariah pushes in and pulls out of Castiel, roughly, as if trying to cause Castiel pain. Castiel tries to focus on the thought of Dean, trying to think of good things in a bad situation. Zachariah moves faster and he uses his power to increase the pain that Castiel is feeling. Zachariah lets out a yell as he comes inside Castiel. After which, Zachariah pulls himself out of Castiel and flips Castiel back onto his back. Castiel’s pants and robe return to covering his body.
“Castiel,” Zachariah forces Castiel to sit up. “You disobey me again, and try to talk to Dean, your punishment will be worse.” With that, Zachariah disappeared, leaving a broken Castiel alone.
Castiel was free of his invisible bonds; he quickly got off the bed and moved over to the corner of the room, farthest from the bed. He then sat on the ground and hugged his knees to his chest. Castiel focused on a random spot on the floor in front of him. After what had just happened, Castiel would never be his full self again, he would never be good enough for Dean again.
Dean. The pain that was now very familiar to Castiel. It was all he had been feeling for the time that he had been stuck in this room. Castiel needed to see Dean, even if it meant hiding in the shadows, because Castiel was no longer good enough to be seen by Dean.
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