Fanfic: Matter of Time (5/?)
Title: Matter of Time (5/?)
Author: mysticallight6
Characters: demon!Dean, demonic angel!Castiel, Sam
Genre: Dark, Horror, TW for knifeplay & bloodplay
Rating: T
Summary: AU There would only be one way to truly keep Dean safe in Purgatory and Castiel let the demon out of the box. Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Supernatural franchise. This is being done purely for amusement.
Sorry about the long wait between chapters again. I've been having a little trouble with coming up with ideas for anything lately. Maybe the new season will give me some ideas along the way. But, I've finally prepared a new chapter for you guys and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. Enjoy.
Sam would've been blind to not notice his brother checking his phone every five seconds for the last twenty minutes. He put the newspaper that he was reading down on the rickety motel room table and sighed. His eyes were burning from over doing it, but they really needed to figure out what was going after these random girls and soon.
"Dean..." he began to say when the sound of a vibrating object interrupted him.
Dean grabbed his phone from his pocket, read something and smiled before putting it away. "What?" he asked while innocently looking up.
Motioning towards the phone with his chin, Sam asked, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
Sam pointed to his brother's pocket as he stood up from his uncomfortable seat. "That. Your phone? The one you've been obsessively looking at for the past half hour?"
"What? This?" Dean asked, pulling out the device.
"Someone send you a message?"
Dean grabbed his phone again and flipped it open. "Spam. You think I should get those pills for a bigger dick?"
Sam pulled a face. "Dean..." he groaned, making his brother chuckle.
"Relax; it was Cas. He's stopping by."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when the angel himself appeared, standing dead center of the room.
"Cas," Dean said, jumping off of the bed, "you find anything?"
Castiel slowly turned to Dean and blinked once before shaking his head. "Whatever is afoot is hidden to me. Another girl has died this evening."
"Damn it," Sam exclaimed, throwing the paper he was studying to the floor.
"Anything else you can tell us?" Dean asked subtly. "A name maybe?"
"Irene Kenner. She burned alive in her apartment just twenty minutes ago."
While Sam retook his seat and wrote down the few notes they had, Castiel and Dean locked eyes and Dean mouthed two words to him -
"Good job."
Purgatory -
After they stopped to allow Castiel's strange fever to calm down, the two of them walked for three days straight before deciding to rest, hidden among some large boulders. The monsters had been avoiding them at large and only the stupid ones coming out of the woodwork attempted easily unnecessary attacks. Castiel's strange new powers also seemed to be weakening with the passing days. He claimed to start feeling warmth again though, as he said with some small amounts of irritation, "The chill was much nicer, especially in this climate. It also allowed me to better protect you should you be unable to protect yourself."
While they sat, Dean looked at Castiel and the angel looked back at him with an unsettled expression on his face. In Dean's eyes, Castiel appeared to be more harried than normal and it was quite possible his fever had returned. His eyes were glistening and his cheeks were rosy red.
"You're sure about that, Cas?" Dean asked, carefully looking down at his hands.
"Very."
Dean took out the hidden knife from his belt loop and Castiel watched as the demon deliberately cut himself on the back of the right hand, flinching at the bite of the pure silver knife. The sulfur-scented blood began to well up and after a second Dean raised his hand up willingly to his friend. Castiel realized after some thoughts and several deep inhalations what was required of him and he finally understood what Dean had been doing to him during his repeated stretches of total black outs. Castiel took the hand into both of his own, lowered his lips to the cut and began to lap up the liquid like a creature in dying need of sustenance. Dean leaned towards him and ran his free hand through Castiel's hair while the angel drank and then kissed him on the top of his shaggy, dirty head.
"It's okay, Cas," he whispered. "S'long as I'm around, you'll be okay."
Castiel's head rose at that and his lips were still stained with bright red blood when he leaned forward and kissed Dean with surprising fervor. After thinking that maybe it could've been just the fever, Dean melted into it and he leaned forward, forcing Castiel's back down to the mossy ground. When they broke apart to take a breath, Dean noticed that Cas' eyes had taken on a grayish tint, similar to that of a cataract.
"Are you positive you're okay with this, Cas? I can stop if you want me to. Right now. All you have to do is say, 'No'," Dean said carefully as he leaned his hand against his friend's flushed face.
Taking a moment to think it over, Castiel said while running his finger over the mark Dean made on himself, "Perhaps it is where we are now but, Dean, what I see that you are doing is ensuring that I myself can watch over you in a way that I have not been able to do for far too long. In the time that we have known each other, I had become yours and your brother's guardian and while that was not my initial mission, it happened and I do not regret what I have done. Well, some things, Crowley, but never to you. I also in time became your friend and, I now realize after much deliberation, that I felt deep within me that we could be so much more. Together. Brothers in arms, at an equal standing and not with you as a heavenly vessel. That was never your destiny and perhaps I was always meant to fall. Fall into the deepest depths of the darkness where I first caught a glimpse of your eternally beautiful soul."
Dean was utterly stunned by Cas' behavior and tone. "You don't...mind the demon blood I'm feeding you?" he asked.
Castiel, head ever so slightly tilted to the side, shook his head and again pulled Dean closer to himself and began to kiss him some more.
When they broke apart, Castiel whispered into Dean's ear, "Please, feed me again, my love. My redeemer."
Dean gave him one last, long look before he made a fresh cut, this time a small nick against his neck. Castiel leaned into him, putting his arms around Dean's shoulders and began to drink, his teeth forcing the cut to get ever so slightly larger and bleed just a tiny bit more. In his renewed fervor, he leaned so far into Dean's personal space that he was practically sitting on his lap.
"I will always stand with you, Dean," he whispered into his ear. "Always and forever for as long as we live."
Dean was beyond pleased with the result of his little experiment. If it worked like this on an angel, then perhaps… His mind roved away from where the two of them were seated, to beyond their trapped world where another potential soldier was lying in wait, ripe for the picking.
And that was when he started to plan his most brilliant and devious idea yet.
"Cas," he said pulling away. Reluctantly, his angel removed his mouth from his neck and this time the eyes that stared into his own were totally white.
"Yes, Dean?"
Dean flashed his own eyes to black and said while holding onto Castiel by the wrists tightly, "I think I've got an idea to how we can get out of here and what'll happen next."
Dean took one step towards the angel when -
"Wait."
Both Dean and Castiel looked over to Sam as he slowly stood, still clutching the notebook paper in his hands which had begun to shake ever so slightly.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Dean asked, remaining in place and crossing his arms.
"Ir - you said her name was Irene, Cas?"
"Yes."
"Irene with an 'I'?"
"Is there another way of spelling it that I am unaware of?"
"Irene. Irene..."
"You going anywhere with this, Sam?" Dean asked, getting annoyed. "What'd you find?"
Sam looked over to him and read off from his notes, "Jennifer, Elizabeth, Sara, Susan, Irene - Dean, their names, their names, they're spelling..."
Dean shared a look with Castiel who appeared to be as unreadable as ever. It took months to read beyond that and know the angel was just about as excited as he was. This was it…
"Spelling, what?"
"Jes-Jessica."
He said the name as though after all of these years it still caused him no small amount of agony.
"Dean, the victims are spelling out Jessica's name with their first initials."
Sam's totally stricken expression almost undid Dean but he held forth. He walked to Sam and took the paper from his shaking hands as his brother ran off towards the bathroom and the sound of retching reached Dean's and Cas' ears.
Turning, Castiel whispered, suddenly unsure, "I can stop if you want me to."
Maybe this was too much. He knew that Dean hated hurting and his brother hurting was even worse. It was the master plan though. Sam needed to be broken first and then everything else would follow.
Dean licked his lips and shook his head. "No. Go to the next. Everything goes as planned, we'll be all-powerful. Team Free Will, right?"
Castiel looked unsure for another minute but he knew that Dean was right. He was always right. What they were doing was right.
Dean blinked and Castiel was gone to the next girl's home.
After fifteen long minutes, when he finally exited the bathroom, Sam immediately went to sit on his bed on the very edge and closed his eyes.
Jessica. Why did it have to be Jessica?
"Dean," he said clutching his hair in his hands tightly, "I think whatever this is, is something that's giving me some kind of message in particular."
He heard a beer bottle being opened and his brother's voice as he said, "Might be. Weird that they'd use Jess' name against you and bring you all the way out to a town called Moore."
Now Sam did open his eyes and they widened. "I hadn't even noticed that bit."
"Huh," Dean said, sitting next to him and handing his brother the bottle.
Sam drank it down, needing the distraction and smacked his lips upon finishing. Huh? Tasted a little strange. Must be a bad brew.
"Everything's going to be fine, Sammy. We'll see this thing through. Something's coming after you then we'll stop it. Together. Just you, me and Cas against the world. Nothing can stop Team Free Will, right?"
Dean reached over and pulled his brother into a tight, bear hug. His eyes flashed to black and Dean nodded against Sam's shoulder as he smirked.
"Everything is going to be just fine."
Author: mysticallight6
Characters: demon!Dean, demonic angel!Castiel, Sam
Genre: Dark, Horror, TW for knifeplay & bloodplay
Rating: T
Summary: AU There would only be one way to truly keep Dean safe in Purgatory and Castiel let the demon out of the box. Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Supernatural franchise. This is being done purely for amusement.
Sorry about the long wait between chapters again. I've been having a little trouble with coming up with ideas for anything lately. Maybe the new season will give me some ideas along the way. But, I've finally prepared a new chapter for you guys and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. Enjoy.
Sam would've been blind to not notice his brother checking his phone every five seconds for the last twenty minutes. He put the newspaper that he was reading down on the rickety motel room table and sighed. His eyes were burning from over doing it, but they really needed to figure out what was going after these random girls and soon.
"Dean..." he began to say when the sound of a vibrating object interrupted him.
Dean grabbed his phone from his pocket, read something and smiled before putting it away. "What?" he asked while innocently looking up.
Motioning towards the phone with his chin, Sam asked, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
Sam pointed to his brother's pocket as he stood up from his uncomfortable seat. "That. Your phone? The one you've been obsessively looking at for the past half hour?"
"What? This?" Dean asked, pulling out the device.
"Someone send you a message?"
Dean grabbed his phone again and flipped it open. "Spam. You think I should get those pills for a bigger dick?"
Sam pulled a face. "Dean..." he groaned, making his brother chuckle.
"Relax; it was Cas. He's stopping by."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when the angel himself appeared, standing dead center of the room.
"Cas," Dean said, jumping off of the bed, "you find anything?"
Castiel slowly turned to Dean and blinked once before shaking his head. "Whatever is afoot is hidden to me. Another girl has died this evening."
"Damn it," Sam exclaimed, throwing the paper he was studying to the floor.
"Anything else you can tell us?" Dean asked subtly. "A name maybe?"
"Irene Kenner. She burned alive in her apartment just twenty minutes ago."
While Sam retook his seat and wrote down the few notes they had, Castiel and Dean locked eyes and Dean mouthed two words to him -
"Good job."
Purgatory -
After they stopped to allow Castiel's strange fever to calm down, the two of them walked for three days straight before deciding to rest, hidden among some large boulders. The monsters had been avoiding them at large and only the stupid ones coming out of the woodwork attempted easily unnecessary attacks. Castiel's strange new powers also seemed to be weakening with the passing days. He claimed to start feeling warmth again though, as he said with some small amounts of irritation, "The chill was much nicer, especially in this climate. It also allowed me to better protect you should you be unable to protect yourself."
While they sat, Dean looked at Castiel and the angel looked back at him with an unsettled expression on his face. In Dean's eyes, Castiel appeared to be more harried than normal and it was quite possible his fever had returned. His eyes were glistening and his cheeks were rosy red.
"You're sure about that, Cas?" Dean asked, carefully looking down at his hands.
"Very."
Dean took out the hidden knife from his belt loop and Castiel watched as the demon deliberately cut himself on the back of the right hand, flinching at the bite of the pure silver knife. The sulfur-scented blood began to well up and after a second Dean raised his hand up willingly to his friend. Castiel realized after some thoughts and several deep inhalations what was required of him and he finally understood what Dean had been doing to him during his repeated stretches of total black outs. Castiel took the hand into both of his own, lowered his lips to the cut and began to lap up the liquid like a creature in dying need of sustenance. Dean leaned towards him and ran his free hand through Castiel's hair while the angel drank and then kissed him on the top of his shaggy, dirty head.
"It's okay, Cas," he whispered. "S'long as I'm around, you'll be okay."
Castiel's head rose at that and his lips were still stained with bright red blood when he leaned forward and kissed Dean with surprising fervor. After thinking that maybe it could've been just the fever, Dean melted into it and he leaned forward, forcing Castiel's back down to the mossy ground. When they broke apart to take a breath, Dean noticed that Cas' eyes had taken on a grayish tint, similar to that of a cataract.
"Are you positive you're okay with this, Cas? I can stop if you want me to. Right now. All you have to do is say, 'No'," Dean said carefully as he leaned his hand against his friend's flushed face.
Taking a moment to think it over, Castiel said while running his finger over the mark Dean made on himself, "Perhaps it is where we are now but, Dean, what I see that you are doing is ensuring that I myself can watch over you in a way that I have not been able to do for far too long. In the time that we have known each other, I had become yours and your brother's guardian and while that was not my initial mission, it happened and I do not regret what I have done. Well, some things, Crowley, but never to you. I also in time became your friend and, I now realize after much deliberation, that I felt deep within me that we could be so much more. Together. Brothers in arms, at an equal standing and not with you as a heavenly vessel. That was never your destiny and perhaps I was always meant to fall. Fall into the deepest depths of the darkness where I first caught a glimpse of your eternally beautiful soul."
Dean was utterly stunned by Cas' behavior and tone. "You don't...mind the demon blood I'm feeding you?" he asked.
Castiel, head ever so slightly tilted to the side, shook his head and again pulled Dean closer to himself and began to kiss him some more.
When they broke apart, Castiel whispered into Dean's ear, "Please, feed me again, my love. My redeemer."
Dean gave him one last, long look before he made a fresh cut, this time a small nick against his neck. Castiel leaned into him, putting his arms around Dean's shoulders and began to drink, his teeth forcing the cut to get ever so slightly larger and bleed just a tiny bit more. In his renewed fervor, he leaned so far into Dean's personal space that he was practically sitting on his lap.
"I will always stand with you, Dean," he whispered into his ear. "Always and forever for as long as we live."
Dean was beyond pleased with the result of his little experiment. If it worked like this on an angel, then perhaps… His mind roved away from where the two of them were seated, to beyond their trapped world where another potential soldier was lying in wait, ripe for the picking.
And that was when he started to plan his most brilliant and devious idea yet.
"Cas," he said pulling away. Reluctantly, his angel removed his mouth from his neck and this time the eyes that stared into his own were totally white.
"Yes, Dean?"
Dean flashed his own eyes to black and said while holding onto Castiel by the wrists tightly, "I think I've got an idea to how we can get out of here and what'll happen next."
Dean took one step towards the angel when -
"Wait."
Both Dean and Castiel looked over to Sam as he slowly stood, still clutching the notebook paper in his hands which had begun to shake ever so slightly.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Dean asked, remaining in place and crossing his arms.
"Ir - you said her name was Irene, Cas?"
"Yes."
"Irene with an 'I'?"
"Is there another way of spelling it that I am unaware of?"
"Irene. Irene..."
"You going anywhere with this, Sam?" Dean asked, getting annoyed. "What'd you find?"
Sam looked over to him and read off from his notes, "Jennifer, Elizabeth, Sara, Susan, Irene - Dean, their names, their names, they're spelling..."
Dean shared a look with Castiel who appeared to be as unreadable as ever. It took months to read beyond that and know the angel was just about as excited as he was. This was it…
"Spelling, what?"
"Jes-Jessica."
He said the name as though after all of these years it still caused him no small amount of agony.
"Dean, the victims are spelling out Jessica's name with their first initials."
Sam's totally stricken expression almost undid Dean but he held forth. He walked to Sam and took the paper from his shaking hands as his brother ran off towards the bathroom and the sound of retching reached Dean's and Cas' ears.
Turning, Castiel whispered, suddenly unsure, "I can stop if you want me to."
Maybe this was too much. He knew that Dean hated hurting and his brother hurting was even worse. It was the master plan though. Sam needed to be broken first and then everything else would follow.
Dean licked his lips and shook his head. "No. Go to the next. Everything goes as planned, we'll be all-powerful. Team Free Will, right?"
Castiel looked unsure for another minute but he knew that Dean was right. He was always right. What they were doing was right.
Dean blinked and Castiel was gone to the next girl's home.
After fifteen long minutes, when he finally exited the bathroom, Sam immediately went to sit on his bed on the very edge and closed his eyes.
Jessica. Why did it have to be Jessica?
"Dean," he said clutching his hair in his hands tightly, "I think whatever this is, is something that's giving me some kind of message in particular."
He heard a beer bottle being opened and his brother's voice as he said, "Might be. Weird that they'd use Jess' name against you and bring you all the way out to a town called Moore."
Now Sam did open his eyes and they widened. "I hadn't even noticed that bit."
"Huh," Dean said, sitting next to him and handing his brother the bottle.
Sam drank it down, needing the distraction and smacked his lips upon finishing. Huh? Tasted a little strange. Must be a bad brew.
"Everything's going to be fine, Sammy. We'll see this thing through. Something's coming after you then we'll stop it. Together. Just you, me and Cas against the world. Nothing can stop Team Free Will, right?"
Dean reached over and pulled his brother into a tight, bear hug. His eyes flashed to black and Dean nodded against Sam's shoulder as he smirked.
"Everything is going to be just fine."