Hell Rises with Him, Part 2
Title: Hell Rises with Him
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean/OFCs, mild Sam/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: season 4
Warnings: DARK, AU, torture, slash, language, het, violence, bare backing, oral, mild non-con (kissing), character death, wing!fic, top!Dean, bottom!Cas
Word Count: 25,049
Note: This fic was written for the dc-dystopia reverse bang 2012.
Summary: When Castiel gripped Dean Winchester tight and raised him from perdition he had no idea that the once Righteous Man was no longer human, nor the effects that raising him thus would have.
Beta: asherahwolf
Artist: nanoks - Art Masterlist
"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone," Dean said into his newly acquired cell phone. The old owner no longer had a need for it after all. "I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me."
"Can I have your name, Sir?" the drone on the other end asked.
"Yeah, Wedge Antilles."
Despite the centuries spent in Hell, the knowledge came to Dean easily though, thankfully, without any of the emotional attachments from before. He winced thinking of how emotionally ensnared he'd been to his brother and all of the pain that it had caused him since the little bitch had been born. If he'd known, he'd have smothered the baby in his sleep. Although then he'd never have been able to shed his own pathetic humanity, so it was best that he hadn't known about it at the time. Now, however, he was mercifully free of any and all obligations or attachments to Sam Winchester. The only reason he was even bothering to find out where the hunter was now was because Sam had his baby and the Impala had all of his weapons.
Weapons he not only needed to be able to torture even partially as good as he had been able to in Hell, but also to try and fend off Castiel should it return. Part of him hoped that the angel would just so that he could try and capture it.
"Can you please confirm your identity by giving me either your Social Security number or the security number you gave us?"
"Social is two, four, seven, four."
"That is fine, Sir. I've turned your GPS on for you."
"Thank you," Dean only just remembered to say before he hung up.
No point risking the guy turning it back off again because he was pissed at Dean for being rude. Surfing to the Arc Mobile website on the laptop he'd grabbed from the same business man who'd donated his phone, he entered Sam's information and waited for the site to tell him where his brother currently was. Surprisingly Sam wasn't all that far away, just one state over on the interstate, or at least so he assumed as the location kept shifting and was just about on the line for the highway the map had. Luckily he didn't need to wait long before his brother stopped somewhere for the evening. He waited just long enough to be sure that Sam wasn't going to leave again before he closed his eyes and concentrated.
Teleporting wasn't yet second nature to him up here but Dean was determined to make it so as quickly as possible. He could have kicked himself earlier when he realized that he'd fallen back onto old habits in constantly seeking a car to get from one place to another. It was stupid and pointless to limit himself like that when he had the power to make a quick exit whenever necessary.
As expected, Dean found himself near a motel when he arrived and he smiled before he froze. There was something prickling at the very edge of his awareness, something tantalizingly familiar but it still took him a moment to recognize it for what it was up here.
Demon.
There was another demon nearby. Carefully, Dean stepped back into the shadows of the woods beside which the motel had been built and waited. His patience- impatient as it was- was finally rewarded when one of the room doors opened and out stepped his brother followed by a very familiar demon. Shock was his first emotion, even before the anger, and it was so great that it took him far longer to realize than it should have that Ruby wasn't in her old meat suit anymore but rather a new one. His brother stood on the threshold of the room for a few moments, speaking with her, before Sam turned around and left, taking the Impala (and all of his knives!) with him.
The unexpected twist in the situation, not to mention the abrupt departure of what he'd come for, forced Dean to remain where he was and wait. What the hell was Ruby doing here? Surely his former brother could see that she'd done nothing but lie and use them before? Yeah, he might not know exactly what she'd been up to but it was obvious to him that there was something; some ulterior motive. Not that it particularly mattered to him what that was, merely that she'd tried to use him in order to obtain it.
Dean's anger grew within him the more that he thought about it and his right hand twitched, aching for his favorite knife from Hell. Abruptly the angel's words came back to him and all of a sudden he was all but salivating at the thought of stringing Ruby up and taking her apart. He knew that he was right in thinking that a demon would last far longer up here than a human, well so long as he ensured that he locked it into its meat suit before he got started anyway, but that was easily accomplished. Not only that, but with Ruby he'd always have a handy excuse if anyone dared question him about why he was torturing a fellow demon. She deserved it after all.
With the bloodlust rising strong and fast within him it was with great difficulty that Dean managed to restrain himself from acting on his desires and attacking her right away. Neither his father nor Alastair had trained him to be stupid or careless. While most young demons under five hundred years of age tended to act recklessly on each and every desire that rose within them, he was far more tempered having been carved harder and forged in a fire far hotter than any of them. Besides, the stronger and more controlled the demon that demonized, so too the stronger and more controlled the fledgling. The fact that Alistair so rarely took on pupils, much less actually created new demons simply made him all the more powerful.
The thought made Dean smile as it brought up all of the memories of the demons who'd underestimated him in Hell back to the surface. It hadn't taken long for the others to learn their lesson, but in the meantime he'd enjoyed himself immensely and knew that Alastair had enjoyed watching him first defeat and then take apart demons several times his age. That amusement and indulgence had worked to his advantage when he'd been younger and he'd taken every opportunity to take a demon to his rack rather than a human, mistakenly thinking it would help delay his inevitable transformation. It hadn't but that was hardly what mattered now, no it was the patience he'd learned so unwillingly and the fact that he now knew a pleasure anticipated was that much more enjoyable when he finally managed to partake of it.
Luckily for him, Dean didn't have to wait long as Sam returned soon afterwards, two bags of fast food in his hand as he made his way back to his room. He watched his brother, marveling at the fact that Sam didn't even have an inkling that he was being watched. If he so wanted he could teleport himself just behind Sam and kill him before his brother ever even knew that he was there. For all of his training and all that he was a hunter, Sam would die as easily as any of the people that he'd already killed so far. It was rather pathetic actually.
Dean remained where he was, allowing Ruby and Sam time to settle in before he acted, knowing that powerful or not, trying to take on both of them together was not only foolish, but stupid as well. He hadn't come this far to be dispatched back to Hell so swiftly. No, he'd wait just a little longer and then scope out the situation before he settled on a course of action, most likely simply stealing the Impala, though the desire to capture Ruby hadn't faded any and he found that he didn't really want to leave here without doing so. Not only did he really want to avenge himself on the bitch, but the chance of having a victim that wouldn't simply die on him quickly was far too tempting to give up.
It was as he waited, pondering his new reality that meant that he wouldn't be able to practice his favorite skills to the best of his ability, that a new idea came to Dean. Sure it wouldn't be the same as what he'd been able to do in Hell, but it should provide him with a challenge if he allowed them a few handicaps. Not to mention the fact that it would be so much fun. After all, who knew more about hunting than hunters? And who knew more about pain and how to resist it than them?
The idea bubbled up within him and Dean laughed. Yes, that's exactly what he'd do, he'd hunt the hunters, letting them know exactly what he was doing and what he was. It would be fun to watch them running around, trying to catch him before he moved in and made them realize that they were actually the prey here and not him. He could feel the thrill of the hunt already and that was even before he began to consider just how much longer that they'd be able to last on his rack than a normal person. The thought caused a sexual excitement to rise within him and he wished he could just transport himself somewhere to sate his lust but the thought of having to find someone bored him, nor did he feel like dealing with the hassle of forcing someone to submit to him. No, what he wanted was a willing body who'd let him fuck them whenever he wanted to and thank him for it afterwards. The problem was it took time to train someone into that and he wanted it now.
Dean growled with frustration but then perked up when the lights in his brother's room turned off. He gave it another five minutes before teleporting himself to the hall near Sam's room. Carefully he approached the window and peered in through the crack between the two curtains. His view of the room was severely limited but it was more than enough for him to see something which shocked him. There, lying naked on the bed was Ruby, a dark smile on her face as she glanced down at an equally naked Sam who was leaning down and licking her stomach. No, not her stomach he realized after a moment, but rather the blood running from a shallow cut on her stomach.
The sight transfixed Dean for a few moments, surprise rooting him to the spot before some seemingly obscure fact that he'd learned over a century and a half ago rose to the top of his mind. Demon blood was addictive to humans if ingested. It had seemed pretty irrelevant at the time what with him being stuck in Hell and all, not to mention the fact that he hadn't been entirely demonized yet so it hadn't been of any particular interest to him back then, but now it rose to the top of his mind again and explained everything. He nearly laughed out loud as he understood exactly what Ruby had accomplished and he only just managed to restrain himself in time.
Ruby had essentially made a slave out of Sam Winchester, hunter and demon slayer! Oh and wasn't that just priceless? If it had been anyone else, Dean would have personally congratulated them on their ingenious plan and its obvious success, but it wasn't just any demon. It was Ruby and she had to pay for what she'd done to him.
But first things first. With a last glance inside, Dean stepped away from the window and made his way to his old baby. The Impala didn't gleam as she should have in the dim light of the nearby streetlights and he frowned. His brother clearly hadn't been taking proper care of her so it was only right that he took back possession of her. After all if Sam wasn't going to treat his baby right then he simply didn't deserve her. With a deep breath, he place his hands on her hood and closed his eyes, concentrating. Then, once he was sure that he was ready, he teleported the two of them away.
Much as Dean would have liked to watch Sam come out to find the Impala gone the following morning, he had other things to take care of in order to be able to spent the time on Ruby that he wanted to. It didn't take him too long to arrange everything as he knew exactly what he wanted, but it was long enough to miss the initial look of disbelief and shock.
By the time that Dean made it back to the motel, he was just able to catch his brother looking agitated and talking a mile a minute into cell as he got into the back of a cab. He smiled as it sped away. He'd been hoping to catch Ruby alone and had been prepared to wait in order to ensure that Sam wouldn't walk in on them, so this was perfect.
With a thought, Dean teleported himself into Sam's room hoping to catch his prey off-guard and immobilize her as quickly as possible. "Hey, Ruby, remember me?" he demanded before he sent her flying into the room's far wall.
Unfortunately for him, Ruby was far older than him and reacted even as he attacked her. She'd hardly even hit the wall when Dean felt her power slam into him and he went crashing into the table. It gave way beneath his weight, breaking apart in a shower of sharp splinters. He snarled even as he rolled so her next attack went wide.
"Who the hell are you?" Ruby demanded, drawing her knife when her third attack merely collided with his own power and failed to push him backwards.
"Aw, that hurts, Ruby."
Her eyes narrowed and her face twisted into a sneer nearly as ugly as her true face. "Must not have made much of an impact."
"Oh trust me, I did, you're just overlooking the obvious."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Don't you wish you knew?" Dean taunted, laughing as she snarled at him and tried to exert her powers on him once more.
This purely demonic energy attack was so different from what he was used to from her that it was startling, but it made sense once Dean thought about it for a moment. He was several times her size and while before that had meant little given her superior strength, now it made all of the difference in the world as it would allow him to physically overpower her now that he had her demonic strength. Not that her current attack plan was working all that much better for her. Either her creator wasn't particularly generous or wasn't strong to begin with, either way he didn't find her attacks particularly challenging to counter despite the centuries that she had on him.
"Come on, Ruby, just look at me," Dean stated, returning his eyes to their normal human color. "And now think of the obvious."
Her guard faltered for a moment as she finally got what he meant. "No, impossible! It's only been four months."
Instead of replying, Dean attacked, lunging forwards and slamming into her both physically and psychically at the same time. They went down in a tangle of limbs, but he was able to knock her knife away so it went flying under the room's double bed. With that out of the equation he was able to concentrate all of his energy on pinning her down. Ruby refused to go easily, though, hissing and bucking beneath him as he slowly overpowered her. Not wanting her to get away, he backhanded her once across the face to stun her and used the opportunity to twist her head to the left and use his own knife to start carving a symbol onto her cheek. He chanted quickly in Latin under his breath as he did so, ignoring the way the spell burned him. Without the necessary symbols it would only be a temporary pain for him.
The moment that Ruby regained enough of her wits to realize what was going on, Dean felt panic and terror flare to life within her and she tried to flee her meat suit. It was too late for that however and the symbol beneath his blade glowed briefly with golden light before settling down. She cursed and twisted beneath him but the spell had left her weak and he was easily able to keep her controlled as he sat back on her hips and admired his handiwork.
"You look good covered in blood," Dean stated, interrupting her flow of curses. "Very good actually."
There was a flare of fear within her eyes before they shuttered and she glared up at him. "You can't be Dean Winchester."
"And why's that?"
"It's too soon, he's only been in Hell for forty years and he wouldn't demonize that quickly even if he'd somehow broken on the first day."
Dean shrugged. "What can I say? Alastair was impatient and decided to take matters into his own hands. Or rather to take time into his own hands. For you it's been forty Hell years, for me it's been two hundred and thirty-two years."
Ruby's eyes went wide and he saw more fear in them, which Dean savored with a relish. "Alastair?"
"Yep, called me his star pupil actually and that's not just an empty boast either, as you'll learn for yourself soon enough."
"What do you want from me?"
"What do you think?"
"There wasn't anything that I could do! No one can break a crossroads deal, no one!"
"You tried to string me along though."
"Dean-"
"And besides, you're a demon."
"Like you can talk!"
"Didn't mean it that way, sweetheart," Dean said, leaning down to whisper in her ear like a lover. "See, the thing is, humans just don't last for shit up here, wouldn't you agree? I need something with a little more... lasting power."
Her terror washed over her as she lost control and Dean closed his eyes to savor it for a moment, letting it roll across his tongue like a fine wine. Oh but he was going to enjoy himself with her. Not only would he be able to utilize all that he'd learned on her, but with the personal connection there as well everything would be that much sweeter than if she were merely some random prey he'd selected from the crowd.
When Ruby started to struggle once more there was a frantic, desperate edge to it and while that lent her more strength, Dean found that he was easily able to compensate for it given the increased lack of coordination. She wasn't thinking clearly anymore and was instead lashing out blindly in a desperate attempt to break free. He subdued her easily and kept her pinned down with his powers as he got to his feet and looked around. They'd made a mess of the room and it was a wonder that no one had reported them to the front desk yet, though given the types of people who usually stayed here that might not be such a surprise after all. He snorted and shook his head. And these were the race that claimed to be better than demons? At least his kind didn't try to claim to be anything other than what they really were. What would be the fun in that?
Quickly and methodically he searched the room, making sure to grab Ruby's knife (it was by far better than anything else in his collection even with all of his old gear from the trunk of the Impala) and his old car keys that his brother kept in the bottom of his duffel.
"Ow, fuck!" Dean cried out as his hand suddenly burned while riffling through Sam's clothes.
A glance down showed no physical injury to his hand and when Dean carefully pushed the clothing aside he found an old iron horseshoe. What Sam had been doing with that he wasn't quite sure, but it hardly mattered. He should have been more cautious given that this was a hunter's room but Ruby's welcome presence had inadvertently caused him to relax his guard a little. Sam wouldn't want to accidentally injure or trap what his stupid brother probably viewed as his girlfriend after all. Oh well, no real harm done and now he knew what touching iron felt like. He couldn't help taking hold of the horseshow with a shirt and throwing it onto Ruby's prone form though, smiling as she cursed and writhed, trying to knock it off, but his grip on her was too strong for her efforts to be successful.
Dean savored her increasingly louder cries of pain as he finished his search before he stopped in the bathroom and gazed at his brother's toiletries consideringly. He'd given his idea of preying on the hunters a lot of thought and decided that he liked it the more that he did so. One thing had led to another and slowly a new idea had formed at the back of his mind, one he liked quite a bit. Eternity could prove to grow monotonous if he didn't take care to keep things interesting and what could be more fun than a challenge or two along the way?
With a wicked smile Dean pulled the thick silver ring he wore on his right hand off and dropped it next to the shaver his brother loved so much. There was no way that Sam would miss it there, nor was there any chance that his brother wouldn't instantly recognize it for what it was, no matter how much Sam might try and convince himself that it couldn't be what he thought it was. Not with the nick on one side where the damn thing had saved his life stopping a blade once.
Let the games begin.
That done, he walked back into the other room and he leaned down to grab Ruby by her hair and pull her upright, causing the horseshoe to fall to the ground. "Ready to go?"
"Go to Hell, Winchester!" Ruby snarled.
"I'd say you first, but I think I'll kill you instead. Don't worry though, it'll be a while yet."
Dean hummed contently to himself as he stood back and looked over his table of implements. True, it wasn't nearly as well stocked or varied as his table in Hell had been, but he'd had some excellent ideas the past few days if he did say so himself and added some new tools to his repertoire that he wouldn't have been able to do in Hell. It was simply impossible to either obtain or create Holy water down there, nor was salt exactly a common commodity, especially with so many demons thinking that they should never handle that which could be used against them.
Why bother to limit yourself with such a stupid and pointless rule? Dean had never seen the point and nor had Alastair given how much his old master had loved to watch him use his old hunting tools on any demon that had the misfortune of ending up on his rack. The irony had amused the master torturer and anything that amused Alastair was good for him, well so long as it wasn't his own pain or pigheadedness that did so anyway.
But oh, what to use on Ruby now? Dean found that he couldn't quite make up his mind. She screamed so beautifully with the Holy water, especially when he injected it into her, but he'd been experimenting with different places to do exactly that the other day and he didn't want to start becoming either predictable or repetitive. The salt was also fun, but rather limiting in what he could do with it, at least at present. Perhaps later he'd think of some new and interesting way to use it but he hadn't yet.
"Hmm, I can't quite seem to decide on what I want to do today," Dean admitted, turning around to face her where she was strapped to the rack he'd created especially for her.
It was made mostly of wood, but he'd taken care to arrange the different beams to form a slightly modified Devil's Trap. On its own it wouldn't be enough to trap her entirely as it wasn't strong enough to trap her in her meat suit, but he'd already taken care of that and this would handle the rest. He'd made it especially this way so that he'd never be accidentally ensnared within it. At worst it could make him uncomfortable if he stepped too close to it from behind, something he was more than willing to put up with in order to torture and taunt her.
Slowly, leisurely, he began to circle her, admiring the way her meat suit was displayed for him. Dean had taken special care to ensure that she couldn't possibly be comfortable on the rack, even when he wasn't actively torturing her. He'd also made it for quick access to all of the areas that he liked to target during their sessions together, even if he was never closed off to the idea of trying new things.
Ruby whimpered as he passed out of her line of sight and Dean smiled at that. It hadn't taken him particularly long at all to break through her repertoire of snark and sass. It had almost been a little too easy if he were honest, but he couldn't complain about the results. She just reacted so beautifully to him now, screaming readily and filling the room with the wonderful aroma of her terror as soon as he entered it. He'd also come to learn exactly what it was that Sam liked about her blood so much. It was particularly delicious.
"How about we try something different today, hmm?" Dean suggested, stepping up close behind her and licking a fresh trail of blood from her neck.
She made a muffled sound against the gag that he'd inserted the other day and tried to turn her head away. She couldn't, obviously, but Dean loved that she still tried. He laughed and loosened the strap of the gag, pleased when she spat it out. He might have broken her spunk and sass, but her survival instincts were as strong as ever and he was looking forward to what she'd choose.
"How about I give you a choice today?" Dean continued, stepping back and finishing his tour around her. "How about I let you choose which tool I use on you?"
"What?" Ruby demanded, stunned.
"You get to decide for today, what do you want me to use?"
"Nothing."
"You want me to use my psychic powers?"
"No, nothing, I don't want you to do anything."
"Not an option, sweetheart. Now, chop, chop, make a choice or I'll choose for you. And see if I let you have this option ever again."
"The knife!"
Dean raised an amused eyebrow. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific than that, Ruby, there are so many knives on the table."
"My knife."
"Ah, I see."
Her knife. Dean smiled as he turned to pick it up, letting the light catch the engraved blade. This was an old trick of Alastair's, to let the victim choose the weapon, it always gave them a false sense of power and, through that, hope, making them last longer and break harder. And if that weren't enough, it also revealed valuable information about the soul, or in this case demon, itself. Information that he could then use to start getting inside their heads and make the torture psychological as well as physical.
In this case Dean was sure that Ruby chose her old knife because she thought that he couldn't inflict as much damage with it on her for fear of killing her and thus his own fun. It said a lot about how far they'd come that she'd choose the one thing on the table that could actually eradicate her permanently as he knew that she by no means had a death wish. No, this merely meant that he'd taken her so close to the edge that she was desperate for a reprieve, even if it meant having him use something that could actually kill her instead of just wounding her.
Dean savored the knowledge as he considered his options, turning to look at her bloody form. Though the host would long since have been dead on its own, the fact that Ruby was still locked inside of the meat suit meant that it kept bleeding and didn't start to decay which was a good thing as he wasn't nearly done with her yet. Though he'd tried some of his old favorites already, there were still more that he wanted to do before he finally disposed of her and went searching for fresher prey. But first he had to show Ruby who was really in charge here and how little control she actually had. Towards that end he picked up the large gallon bottle of Holy water and carefully poured some over the blade.
"You said that I could choose!" Ruby wailed.
"Yeah and I'm using the knife, aren't I?"
"I didn't say anything about Holy water!"
"Nor did you mention salt, but I'm still going to use it," Dean replied simply as he poured salt onto the blade as well.
"But..."
"But what?" He stepped close, trailing the tip of the knife along her throat. "What, nothing more to say?"
The impotent fury and panic that Dean saw in her eyes caused a spark of lust to ignite deep within him and he knew that he'd be seeking out a playmate later on. Perhaps a guy this time as he hadn't yet indulged that particular need up here yet and he really couldn't see why he shouldn't now that he thought about it. He was just trying to decide into what part of Ruby's meat suit he wanted to sink his knife when there was a sudden flare of agony from the bond. He grunted and made the mistake of leaning forwards even further, bringing him within Ruby's limited range of motion. She made full use of the opportunity to off balance him with a sharp movement of her knee and he snarled in fury as he went down.
Embarrassed and in pain as his scar kept burning, Dean reached out with his powers and grabbed hold of the Holy water bottle and flung it at Ruby. She screamed long and loud and only shut up when he grabbed the gag and shoved it back into her open mouth. Any appreciation for her cries was completely gone as he grabbed the knife and pulled out his colt, checking that it was loaded with the special bullets he'd made. When he hadn't been in here slowly taking Ruby apart, he'd been researching angels, looking for a way trap or injure his stalker. He'd come up with jack shit until he'd found some old, obscure contact of his father's through Pastor Jim. Taking a risk, he'd contacted the man hoping that he wouldn't have heard of his death and pried the guy for information.
Most of what he'd gotten as a result had been complete and utter gibberish, but there had been one thing that Dean had decided to follow up on. Something about oil, the context of the information had been vague and it had gone on and on about the wrath and fire of Heaven and how it would come upon the wicked who would be ensnared and purified by the Holy fire, but something about it had rung true to his practiced ear. The only problem was that it failed to mention exactly what type of oil it was that worked against angels. Not one to give up, he'd gone out and gotten his hands on every kind of oil that he could from the gas kind right down to the fucking walnut kind. And seriously, who the hell created fucking walnut oil?
The lights flickered and then it was there, standing on the opposite end of the room from where Ruby was strapped to his rack. Dean blinked once, startled at the abrupt entry, but then began firing right away, paying close attention to it's reaction as each and every bullet struck home to see if any of the oils worked as each bullet was filled with a different kind.
Not only did they absolutely fail to draw any kind of adverse reaction from Castiel whatsoever, but the angel actually began advancing on him. Dean snarled, his power rising up all around him but he used it more to shield himself from the bond as much as was possible rather than use it offensively. He wasn't entirely sure why, but the memory of how easily it had overpowered him before was still far too fresh in his mind for him to resort to that option, especially when it didn't even seem to be mildly annoyed at his use of physical weapons.
Regardless Dean found himself unable to not stab Castiel with Ruby's knife when it came to a stop right in front of him, well within his personal space.
"I have already told you, your knifes will not affect me and neither will your firearms," Castiel stated calmly, pulling the knife out of his chest and dropping it carelessly to the floor.
"What do you want?" Dean demanded, refusing to back down even if being this close to the angel made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
The sheer power that crackled in the air all around Castiel would have been enough to make Dean wary if he hadn't already experienced it firsthand for himself. He absolutely hated feeling helpless, it was one of the few things that he'd carried over from his human self, and that was exactly what it made him feel. Sure, he'd fended it off before, but not without getting significantly injured himself in the process and that Light was not something that he wanted to experience ever again. Not if he could help it, hence the reason he had yet to lash out with his power, though he was ready to do so at a moment's notice if necessary. He'd take the damn thing with him if it came to that.
"To understand," Castiel stated simply, head tilting to one side, incomprehension and uncertainty filling it's face. "This could not be what Father had planned for you."
"We really back to that again? The whole Righteous Man crap? Demon, remember?"
Dean flicked his eyes to black and watched Castiel all but flinch back at that. He frowned. Was it really that hard to understand? Surely it should have gotten the message by now. He was a demon, pure and simple. Who cared if he was supposed to be or not, he just was. Though he supposed that it might be harder to understand for a being created to listen and obey. It had to be a shock to the system when the infallible was proven to be fallible.
"But you should not be."
He snorted. "Want another taste of exactly how demonic I am? 'Cause I can if you want, well, so long as you don't run off with my toy this time anyway."
The words caused Castiel's eyes to flicker over towards Ruby and Dean saw a look of contempt and disgust flicker across it's face. "No, you may keep the demon."
"How generous of you."
Those blue eyes turned back towards him and something about them caused Dean to flash back to another pair of blue eyes, namely those of the girl he'd first practiced his powers on. The reminder made his eyes drop down to it's lips as he recalled kissing blood off of hers and it was with a start that he realized this his lust hadn't exactly died down any, but had rather grown to the point where it was more responsible for the adrenaline currently in his system rather than the fear he'd attributed it to earlier. He licked his own lips subconsciously and caught the movement of the angel's eyes as it followed the gesture.
Without really thinking about it, Dean stepped even closer to the angel. "Why are you really here, Castiel?" he demanded softly.
"I have already told you, to understand."
The words were accompanied by a subtle shift of it's wings and Dean's eyes flickered to them automatically. He frowned in confusion as he caught sight of the light gray feathers in amongst the snow white ones. He could have sworn that the last time all of the feathers had been white. Did angel wings molt and change color?
"You wanna understand me? Then how about a little demonstration, huh?"
Castiel's expression changed ever so slightly but Dean didn't wait for a response, he simply reached forward and grabbed it's tie, using it to pull the angel close so he could capture it's lips in a dominating kiss. He hadn't been entirely sure what to expect, he just knew that he wanted to kiss it and possibly more if the way his cock responded was any indication, but this wasn't it. Instead of being shoved aside or being smited on the spot, the angel froze under his lips before it gasped. He didn't hesitate and used the opportunity to shove his tongue deep into it's mouth, tasting lightning and power and something else unlike anything that he'd ever tasted before. His powers reacted without his permission, surging forwards along the bond, reaching out to claim it psychically even as he did so physically.
That seemed to finally wrench a reaction out of Castiel and it pulled back with a cry, eyes wide in shock and horror as it stared at Dean, one hand rising to it's lips as if it couldn't believe what he'd just done.
"Mm, you taste good, angel," Dean purred, licking his lips.
There was a brief flicker of something from the bond before it vanished and Dean was left alone with Ruby once more.
The first time that Dean had felt the tugging sensation at his core was back when Ruby had still been alive. It had been a few days after he'd snatched her from his brother's motel room, just about enough time for Sam to have gotten from there to his grave and discover it to not only be empty, but the center of what had clearly been a massive supernatural event of some kind.
This time the tugging was stronger and more persistent and Dean smiled. Clearly little brother had stepped things up few notches, not that it would help Sam any. No, without a name there was no way to compel a demon to show, summoning charms simply didn't work that way and he knew that there was no way that the little bitch would even think of using his real name. No, Sam would be far too distraught at the thought of some filthy demon walking around in big brother's meat to even think that the demon might actually be big brother himself, transformed. Yet another reason for him to be thankful to Alastair for using the time vortex. He might have to think about getting his old master a present of some kind if he ever saw the older demon again.
For now though Dean merely wondered what his brother would do next and the anticipation of that curled in his gut along with the excitement he already felt watching Roy wander around his little custom made fun house. He'd tracked the hunter down the day after he'd finally tired of Ruby and had killed her, staying just long enough to turn her phone back on so Sammy was sure to find her mutilated corpse. He'd kinda wanted to see his brother's reaction to the discovery, but it was far too soon to chance a meeting with Sam. No, of all the hunters out there that he knew of, his brother would be the most fun to toy with and he didn't want to risk ending that particular game prematurely.
Dean laughed as Roy did exactly what he'd predicted the hunter would and triggered one of his traps. There was a cry of pain as the mild acid splashed across Roy's chest and the hunter swung around, firing blindly at the sound of his voice. Luckily for him, he was nowhere near where he'd been before, knowing exactly how the hotheaded hunter would react. Oh this was going to be so much fun! The thought of all the other traps that Roy was sure to trigger within the next hour and a half filled him with glee and he licked his lips at the thought of tasting the hunter's blood at the end of it all. This was definitely a lot better than carving up some random human and he was already ranking all of the hunters that he knew, trying to determine what would be the best order to go after them to ensure that things got more and more interesting as he went.
At some point the hunters were sure to figure out what was going on- to figure out that they were being hunted- and Dean felt a near sexual thrill run through him at the thought of taking on more than one at a time as they ganged up in a futile attempt to turn him into the prey.
The sudden, sharp flare of pain in his shoulder was followed almost instantly by the flutter of wings and before Dean could do anything Castiel was right there in front of him. Brief agony lit up his chest as the angel's hand touched him there and then there was a sense of disorientation before the world steadied around him once more. The moment he thought that he could do so without falling over, he shoved himself away from the angel, taking a quick look around.
"What the fuck was that? And where the hell are we?"
"An empty house in Sedona, Arizona," Castiel replied. "We had to leave quickly."
"Why?"
"Because my brothers were coming for you."
"Your brothers?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they have discovered what you are and deemed you to be an abomination that must be destroyed."
The words rendered Dean speechless, not only because it was his worst fear realized (Heaven after him personally), but also because of what they implied.
"Heaven wants me dead and you just saved me?"
Suddenly Castiel couldn't meet his gaze anymore and Dean stepped back in shock. He was right! He'd just been saved from Heaven's wrath by an angel!
"What? You still think that this couldn't be what your Father had planned?"
"No and they were sending Uriel."
"Let me guess, he's a smite first and ask questions later kind of angel?"
"Yes, precisely."
The angel still wasn't meeting his eyes and Dean stepped forwards, tilting his head so Castiel had no choice but to meet his black gaze or move his head. "And what you did to my chest?"
"I carved sigils into your ribs, to hide you from my brothers' sight. They cannot find you now."
"They hide me from you too?"
"No, our bond means that I can always tell where you are."
That suddenly worried Dean a lot less than it really should. Castiel had just saved his life after all, the only question now was why. The angel hadn't really shown any signs of wanting anything from him other than to save the world from the Apocalypse, but somehow he doubted that was all which was going on here. Even Castiel had to have realized by now that he was no one's savior no matter what might have been planned or prophesized, good riddance to it all. So what did that leave?
"Which leaves just one question," Dean began quietly, waiting to continue until he had the angel's gaze on him once more. "Why did you choose to save me, Castiel?"
It was interesting the way those blue, blue eyes instantly skittered away from his own black gaze and Dean licked his lips in anticipation, sensing the angel's weakness very close to the surface. His earlier thoughts of plucking the creature bald might have faded somewhat lately, but his desire to own it and make Castiel his hadn't. Not in the slightest.
"I..." Castiel began, glancing up at him briefly before stepping back a few paces.
"You what?" Dean purred, matching him step for step, eyes raking over the... vessel that Castiel had chosen.
It was hot, he'd noticed that the first time he'd laid eyes on it and now thoughts of a different nature filled Dean's mind. He could clearly recall the taste of the angel and he wanted more. Now, if only he could get close enough to do so and take whatever else he wanted.
"I could not- I could not just watch them destroy you. You are..."
"I'm what?"
"I do not know."
The words were so plaintive that Dean could hardly believe that they'd been uttered by the same angel that had pulled him from Hell, slaying demons left and right as they went. The dichotomy between warrior and child was enough to give him a headache, but he kept what he'd seen in mind, not sure what might suddenly flip the switch and transform Castiel into the soldier he'd seen before. He was about to reply when his eyes caught sight of the angel's wings and he froze in shock. Whereas before he hadn't been sure if there had been gray feathers in those wings the first time that he'd encountered Castiel topside, now he knew for sure that there had only been a few of them there during their last meeting. Now, however, almost all of the feathers were varying shades of gray. The snow white ones were practically gone and for the first time there was also the stray ebony colored feather, shining beautifully even in the dull streetlight that filtered into the room they were in from outside.
"Dude, what happened to your feathers? Why are they changing color?"
"You! You are happening to them," Castiel exclaimed, hands raising in agitation and eyes suddenly wild.
"Huh?"
"You- The bond- It is-"
Cautiously, Dean took a few steps back, not quite sure what to make of the suddenly frenzied creature before him, especially since Castiel's chaotic emotions were also leaking out across their bond now.
"It is working both ways, binding me to you as well as you to me," Castiel stated. "It is not supposed to do that, you are not supposed to be able to take control of it the way that you do. My brothers say that it is tainting me, that your darkness has sullied my Grace and its corruption is spreading within me."
"Wait, you're falling because of me?" Dean demanded, stunned.
That was something that he hadn't even considered before. Sure, he'd read about angels falling, he'd been reading up on them after all and even if he hadn't, Lucifer's story was so well known one had to grow up in a cave not to have heard of it. But to actually be the cause of an angel's fall? Well that was something which Dean hadn't even thought about, but now that he did...
The idea aroused Dean and he instantly abandoned all of his other plans, determined to make it happen. To make Castiel completely his.
"Yes!" Castiel exclaimed. "My Grace is tainted, I am coming closer and closer to falling and yet despite all of that I cannot let them have you, even to save myself. I should hate that this is happening to me, should want to fight it with all that I am and yet... all that I can do is want-"
The angel's words trailed off and Dean hesitated a second before he stepped forward. "Want what?"
It was as if the question broke some final dam deep within the angel because the next thing that Dean knew, he'd been shoved back against the nearest wall and Castiel was clumsily trying to devour his lips. A small noise escaped him before he reacted, easily taking control of the kiss and chasing the taste he'd wanted so badly. It was wonderful, the hot length of the angel pressed up against him, making him start to harden in his pants. The knowledge that he was actively corrupting an angel- tempting it right past the point of no return- exhilarated him and he couldn't wait to sink into it's warm, tight heat. The situation was damn near perfect and would be but for one little detail.
Dean broke off the kiss, pushing the angel back a step.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, voice confused and looking oddly hurt.
The knowledge that he was the one who'd done that, who'd brought a fierce warrior of God so low, thrilled Dean and he savored the sight of the angel's disheveled hair and kiss bruised lips for a moment before he reached out and grabbed two handfuls of clothing. With a little demon enhanced strength, he pivoted them around so that he could slam Castiel into the wall.
"I don't bottom," Dean declared before claiming the angel's lips once more.
Castiel's wings reacted to that, flaring high and wide up against the wall. Without thinking about it, Dean reached out and sank a hand into the soft feathers. They were everything that he'd hoped that they'd be and more. The angel keened and jerked against him and he could suddenly feel that he wasn't the only one getting hard here. Ending the kiss, he bit once at Castiel's lips as the angel sought to follow his retreat, before he nipped his way to one ear.
"Like that, angel?" Dean demanded, tugging at the feathers in his hand.
"Dean!"
The sheer emotion (wonder, lust, amazement, desire and more) packed into his name along with the almost reverent way that it was said sent any notions that Dean had been entertaining of demanding that Castiel call him master packing. The angel could call him by his name any time it wanted if it kept saying it like that. He just might be starting to understand what that one writer had been on about when it had said that angels were created to worship.
Dean rolled his own hips, seeking friction and reveling in the sounds it elicited from the angel. This was why he preferred to seek willing bed partners; hardly anything compared to feeling them fall apart beneath him and knowing that it was all his doing. Perhaps he would be able to get that constant willing plaything he'd desired the other week sooner than he'd thought.
He slid his knee between Castiel's legs and brought it up to the angel's hard cock, grinning when Castiel ground down mindlessly against it. "You taste delicious, angel," Dean said, claiming another kiss and getting a deep moan as he tugged at another handful of feathers even as he subtly reached out across the bond with his darkness.
"Dean, please, I-"
"You what?"
"I- I do not know, I just-" a moan. "I want."
Dean laughed darkly. "You want what, angel, hmm? You want me to take you? To show you true sin?"
"No, yes, I- Dean!"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Castiel, angel of the Lord?"
With a loud keening sound, the angel shuddered against him before going lax. Dean could only stand there and blink for a moment, disbelief flooding him before he pulled back and stared down at the growing wet spot staining the front of Castiel's pants.
"Did you just come?" Dean demanded, surprise quickly bleeding into displeasure, especially when the angel opened sated eyes to look at him. "You just did, you goddamn bastard!"
Castiel looked at him with confusion though it quickly became realization and horror. The change happened so quickly that Dean hardly had time to process it and begin to say "Oh don't you even dare think about leaving me like this!" when he was suddenly alone. He stood there for a few seconds in disbelief, hard and aching, before he screamed in frustration and sudden rage.
"Son of a bitch!"
Part 3
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean/OFCs, mild Sam/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: season 4
Warnings: DARK, AU, torture, slash, language, het, violence, bare backing, oral, mild non-con (kissing), character death, wing!fic, top!Dean, bottom!Cas
Word Count: 25,049
Note: This fic was written for the dc-dystopia reverse bang 2012.
Summary: When Castiel gripped Dean Winchester tight and raised him from perdition he had no idea that the once Righteous Man was no longer human, nor the effects that raising him thus would have.
Beta: asherahwolf
Artist: nanoks - Art Masterlist
"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone," Dean said into his newly acquired cell phone. The old owner no longer had a need for it after all. "I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me."
"Can I have your name, Sir?" the drone on the other end asked.
"Yeah, Wedge Antilles."
Despite the centuries spent in Hell, the knowledge came to Dean easily though, thankfully, without any of the emotional attachments from before. He winced thinking of how emotionally ensnared he'd been to his brother and all of the pain that it had caused him since the little bitch had been born. If he'd known, he'd have smothered the baby in his sleep. Although then he'd never have been able to shed his own pathetic humanity, so it was best that he hadn't known about it at the time. Now, however, he was mercifully free of any and all obligations or attachments to Sam Winchester. The only reason he was even bothering to find out where the hunter was now was because Sam had his baby and the Impala had all of his weapons.
Weapons he not only needed to be able to torture even partially as good as he had been able to in Hell, but also to try and fend off Castiel should it return. Part of him hoped that the angel would just so that he could try and capture it.
"Can you please confirm your identity by giving me either your Social Security number or the security number you gave us?"
"Social is two, four, seven, four."
"That is fine, Sir. I've turned your GPS on for you."
"Thank you," Dean only just remembered to say before he hung up.
No point risking the guy turning it back off again because he was pissed at Dean for being rude. Surfing to the Arc Mobile website on the laptop he'd grabbed from the same business man who'd donated his phone, he entered Sam's information and waited for the site to tell him where his brother currently was. Surprisingly Sam wasn't all that far away, just one state over on the interstate, or at least so he assumed as the location kept shifting and was just about on the line for the highway the map had. Luckily he didn't need to wait long before his brother stopped somewhere for the evening. He waited just long enough to be sure that Sam wasn't going to leave again before he closed his eyes and concentrated.
Teleporting wasn't yet second nature to him up here but Dean was determined to make it so as quickly as possible. He could have kicked himself earlier when he realized that he'd fallen back onto old habits in constantly seeking a car to get from one place to another. It was stupid and pointless to limit himself like that when he had the power to make a quick exit whenever necessary.
As expected, Dean found himself near a motel when he arrived and he smiled before he froze. There was something prickling at the very edge of his awareness, something tantalizingly familiar but it still took him a moment to recognize it for what it was up here.
Demon.
There was another demon nearby. Carefully, Dean stepped back into the shadows of the woods beside which the motel had been built and waited. His patience- impatient as it was- was finally rewarded when one of the room doors opened and out stepped his brother followed by a very familiar demon. Shock was his first emotion, even before the anger, and it was so great that it took him far longer to realize than it should have that Ruby wasn't in her old meat suit anymore but rather a new one. His brother stood on the threshold of the room for a few moments, speaking with her, before Sam turned around and left, taking the Impala (and all of his knives!) with him.
The unexpected twist in the situation, not to mention the abrupt departure of what he'd come for, forced Dean to remain where he was and wait. What the hell was Ruby doing here? Surely his former brother could see that she'd done nothing but lie and use them before? Yeah, he might not know exactly what she'd been up to but it was obvious to him that there was something; some ulterior motive. Not that it particularly mattered to him what that was, merely that she'd tried to use him in order to obtain it.
Dean's anger grew within him the more that he thought about it and his right hand twitched, aching for his favorite knife from Hell. Abruptly the angel's words came back to him and all of a sudden he was all but salivating at the thought of stringing Ruby up and taking her apart. He knew that he was right in thinking that a demon would last far longer up here than a human, well so long as he ensured that he locked it into its meat suit before he got started anyway, but that was easily accomplished. Not only that, but with Ruby he'd always have a handy excuse if anyone dared question him about why he was torturing a fellow demon. She deserved it after all.
With the bloodlust rising strong and fast within him it was with great difficulty that Dean managed to restrain himself from acting on his desires and attacking her right away. Neither his father nor Alastair had trained him to be stupid or careless. While most young demons under five hundred years of age tended to act recklessly on each and every desire that rose within them, he was far more tempered having been carved harder and forged in a fire far hotter than any of them. Besides, the stronger and more controlled the demon that demonized, so too the stronger and more controlled the fledgling. The fact that Alistair so rarely took on pupils, much less actually created new demons simply made him all the more powerful.
The thought made Dean smile as it brought up all of the memories of the demons who'd underestimated him in Hell back to the surface. It hadn't taken long for the others to learn their lesson, but in the meantime he'd enjoyed himself immensely and knew that Alastair had enjoyed watching him first defeat and then take apart demons several times his age. That amusement and indulgence had worked to his advantage when he'd been younger and he'd taken every opportunity to take a demon to his rack rather than a human, mistakenly thinking it would help delay his inevitable transformation. It hadn't but that was hardly what mattered now, no it was the patience he'd learned so unwillingly and the fact that he now knew a pleasure anticipated was that much more enjoyable when he finally managed to partake of it.
Luckily for him, Dean didn't have to wait long as Sam returned soon afterwards, two bags of fast food in his hand as he made his way back to his room. He watched his brother, marveling at the fact that Sam didn't even have an inkling that he was being watched. If he so wanted he could teleport himself just behind Sam and kill him before his brother ever even knew that he was there. For all of his training and all that he was a hunter, Sam would die as easily as any of the people that he'd already killed so far. It was rather pathetic actually.
Dean remained where he was, allowing Ruby and Sam time to settle in before he acted, knowing that powerful or not, trying to take on both of them together was not only foolish, but stupid as well. He hadn't come this far to be dispatched back to Hell so swiftly. No, he'd wait just a little longer and then scope out the situation before he settled on a course of action, most likely simply stealing the Impala, though the desire to capture Ruby hadn't faded any and he found that he didn't really want to leave here without doing so. Not only did he really want to avenge himself on the bitch, but the chance of having a victim that wouldn't simply die on him quickly was far too tempting to give up.
It was as he waited, pondering his new reality that meant that he wouldn't be able to practice his favorite skills to the best of his ability, that a new idea came to Dean. Sure it wouldn't be the same as what he'd been able to do in Hell, but it should provide him with a challenge if he allowed them a few handicaps. Not to mention the fact that it would be so much fun. After all, who knew more about hunting than hunters? And who knew more about pain and how to resist it than them?
The idea bubbled up within him and Dean laughed. Yes, that's exactly what he'd do, he'd hunt the hunters, letting them know exactly what he was doing and what he was. It would be fun to watch them running around, trying to catch him before he moved in and made them realize that they were actually the prey here and not him. He could feel the thrill of the hunt already and that was even before he began to consider just how much longer that they'd be able to last on his rack than a normal person. The thought caused a sexual excitement to rise within him and he wished he could just transport himself somewhere to sate his lust but the thought of having to find someone bored him, nor did he feel like dealing with the hassle of forcing someone to submit to him. No, what he wanted was a willing body who'd let him fuck them whenever he wanted to and thank him for it afterwards. The problem was it took time to train someone into that and he wanted it now.
Dean growled with frustration but then perked up when the lights in his brother's room turned off. He gave it another five minutes before teleporting himself to the hall near Sam's room. Carefully he approached the window and peered in through the crack between the two curtains. His view of the room was severely limited but it was more than enough for him to see something which shocked him. There, lying naked on the bed was Ruby, a dark smile on her face as she glanced down at an equally naked Sam who was leaning down and licking her stomach. No, not her stomach he realized after a moment, but rather the blood running from a shallow cut on her stomach.
The sight transfixed Dean for a few moments, surprise rooting him to the spot before some seemingly obscure fact that he'd learned over a century and a half ago rose to the top of his mind. Demon blood was addictive to humans if ingested. It had seemed pretty irrelevant at the time what with him being stuck in Hell and all, not to mention the fact that he hadn't been entirely demonized yet so it hadn't been of any particular interest to him back then, but now it rose to the top of his mind again and explained everything. He nearly laughed out loud as he understood exactly what Ruby had accomplished and he only just managed to restrain himself in time.
Ruby had essentially made a slave out of Sam Winchester, hunter and demon slayer! Oh and wasn't that just priceless? If it had been anyone else, Dean would have personally congratulated them on their ingenious plan and its obvious success, but it wasn't just any demon. It was Ruby and she had to pay for what she'd done to him.
But first things first. With a last glance inside, Dean stepped away from the window and made his way to his old baby. The Impala didn't gleam as she should have in the dim light of the nearby streetlights and he frowned. His brother clearly hadn't been taking proper care of her so it was only right that he took back possession of her. After all if Sam wasn't going to treat his baby right then he simply didn't deserve her. With a deep breath, he place his hands on her hood and closed his eyes, concentrating. Then, once he was sure that he was ready, he teleported the two of them away.
Much as Dean would have liked to watch Sam come out to find the Impala gone the following morning, he had other things to take care of in order to be able to spent the time on Ruby that he wanted to. It didn't take him too long to arrange everything as he knew exactly what he wanted, but it was long enough to miss the initial look of disbelief and shock.
By the time that Dean made it back to the motel, he was just able to catch his brother looking agitated and talking a mile a minute into cell as he got into the back of a cab. He smiled as it sped away. He'd been hoping to catch Ruby alone and had been prepared to wait in order to ensure that Sam wouldn't walk in on them, so this was perfect.
With a thought, Dean teleported himself into Sam's room hoping to catch his prey off-guard and immobilize her as quickly as possible. "Hey, Ruby, remember me?" he demanded before he sent her flying into the room's far wall.
Unfortunately for him, Ruby was far older than him and reacted even as he attacked her. She'd hardly even hit the wall when Dean felt her power slam into him and he went crashing into the table. It gave way beneath his weight, breaking apart in a shower of sharp splinters. He snarled even as he rolled so her next attack went wide.
"Who the hell are you?" Ruby demanded, drawing her knife when her third attack merely collided with his own power and failed to push him backwards.
"Aw, that hurts, Ruby."
Her eyes narrowed and her face twisted into a sneer nearly as ugly as her true face. "Must not have made much of an impact."
"Oh trust me, I did, you're just overlooking the obvious."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Don't you wish you knew?" Dean taunted, laughing as she snarled at him and tried to exert her powers on him once more.
This purely demonic energy attack was so different from what he was used to from her that it was startling, but it made sense once Dean thought about it for a moment. He was several times her size and while before that had meant little given her superior strength, now it made all of the difference in the world as it would allow him to physically overpower her now that he had her demonic strength. Not that her current attack plan was working all that much better for her. Either her creator wasn't particularly generous or wasn't strong to begin with, either way he didn't find her attacks particularly challenging to counter despite the centuries that she had on him.
"Come on, Ruby, just look at me," Dean stated, returning his eyes to their normal human color. "And now think of the obvious."
Her guard faltered for a moment as she finally got what he meant. "No, impossible! It's only been four months."
Instead of replying, Dean attacked, lunging forwards and slamming into her both physically and psychically at the same time. They went down in a tangle of limbs, but he was able to knock her knife away so it went flying under the room's double bed. With that out of the equation he was able to concentrate all of his energy on pinning her down. Ruby refused to go easily, though, hissing and bucking beneath him as he slowly overpowered her. Not wanting her to get away, he backhanded her once across the face to stun her and used the opportunity to twist her head to the left and use his own knife to start carving a symbol onto her cheek. He chanted quickly in Latin under his breath as he did so, ignoring the way the spell burned him. Without the necessary symbols it would only be a temporary pain for him.
The moment that Ruby regained enough of her wits to realize what was going on, Dean felt panic and terror flare to life within her and she tried to flee her meat suit. It was too late for that however and the symbol beneath his blade glowed briefly with golden light before settling down. She cursed and twisted beneath him but the spell had left her weak and he was easily able to keep her controlled as he sat back on her hips and admired his handiwork.
"You look good covered in blood," Dean stated, interrupting her flow of curses. "Very good actually."
There was a flare of fear within her eyes before they shuttered and she glared up at him. "You can't be Dean Winchester."
"And why's that?"
"It's too soon, he's only been in Hell for forty years and he wouldn't demonize that quickly even if he'd somehow broken on the first day."
Dean shrugged. "What can I say? Alastair was impatient and decided to take matters into his own hands. Or rather to take time into his own hands. For you it's been forty Hell years, for me it's been two hundred and thirty-two years."
Ruby's eyes went wide and he saw more fear in them, which Dean savored with a relish. "Alastair?"
"Yep, called me his star pupil actually and that's not just an empty boast either, as you'll learn for yourself soon enough."
"What do you want from me?"
"What do you think?"
"There wasn't anything that I could do! No one can break a crossroads deal, no one!"
"You tried to string me along though."
"Dean-"
"And besides, you're a demon."
"Like you can talk!"
"Didn't mean it that way, sweetheart," Dean said, leaning down to whisper in her ear like a lover. "See, the thing is, humans just don't last for shit up here, wouldn't you agree? I need something with a little more... lasting power."
Her terror washed over her as she lost control and Dean closed his eyes to savor it for a moment, letting it roll across his tongue like a fine wine. Oh but he was going to enjoy himself with her. Not only would he be able to utilize all that he'd learned on her, but with the personal connection there as well everything would be that much sweeter than if she were merely some random prey he'd selected from the crowd.
When Ruby started to struggle once more there was a frantic, desperate edge to it and while that lent her more strength, Dean found that he was easily able to compensate for it given the increased lack of coordination. She wasn't thinking clearly anymore and was instead lashing out blindly in a desperate attempt to break free. He subdued her easily and kept her pinned down with his powers as he got to his feet and looked around. They'd made a mess of the room and it was a wonder that no one had reported them to the front desk yet, though given the types of people who usually stayed here that might not be such a surprise after all. He snorted and shook his head. And these were the race that claimed to be better than demons? At least his kind didn't try to claim to be anything other than what they really were. What would be the fun in that?
Quickly and methodically he searched the room, making sure to grab Ruby's knife (it was by far better than anything else in his collection even with all of his old gear from the trunk of the Impala) and his old car keys that his brother kept in the bottom of his duffel.
"Ow, fuck!" Dean cried out as his hand suddenly burned while riffling through Sam's clothes.
A glance down showed no physical injury to his hand and when Dean carefully pushed the clothing aside he found an old iron horseshoe. What Sam had been doing with that he wasn't quite sure, but it hardly mattered. He should have been more cautious given that this was a hunter's room but Ruby's welcome presence had inadvertently caused him to relax his guard a little. Sam wouldn't want to accidentally injure or trap what his stupid brother probably viewed as his girlfriend after all. Oh well, no real harm done and now he knew what touching iron felt like. He couldn't help taking hold of the horseshow with a shirt and throwing it onto Ruby's prone form though, smiling as she cursed and writhed, trying to knock it off, but his grip on her was too strong for her efforts to be successful.
Dean savored her increasingly louder cries of pain as he finished his search before he stopped in the bathroom and gazed at his brother's toiletries consideringly. He'd given his idea of preying on the hunters a lot of thought and decided that he liked it the more that he did so. One thing had led to another and slowly a new idea had formed at the back of his mind, one he liked quite a bit. Eternity could prove to grow monotonous if he didn't take care to keep things interesting and what could be more fun than a challenge or two along the way?
With a wicked smile Dean pulled the thick silver ring he wore on his right hand off and dropped it next to the shaver his brother loved so much. There was no way that Sam would miss it there, nor was there any chance that his brother wouldn't instantly recognize it for what it was, no matter how much Sam might try and convince himself that it couldn't be what he thought it was. Not with the nick on one side where the damn thing had saved his life stopping a blade once.
Let the games begin.
That done, he walked back into the other room and he leaned down to grab Ruby by her hair and pull her upright, causing the horseshoe to fall to the ground. "Ready to go?"
"Go to Hell, Winchester!" Ruby snarled.
"I'd say you first, but I think I'll kill you instead. Don't worry though, it'll be a while yet."
Dean hummed contently to himself as he stood back and looked over his table of implements. True, it wasn't nearly as well stocked or varied as his table in Hell had been, but he'd had some excellent ideas the past few days if he did say so himself and added some new tools to his repertoire that he wouldn't have been able to do in Hell. It was simply impossible to either obtain or create Holy water down there, nor was salt exactly a common commodity, especially with so many demons thinking that they should never handle that which could be used against them.
Why bother to limit yourself with such a stupid and pointless rule? Dean had never seen the point and nor had Alastair given how much his old master had loved to watch him use his old hunting tools on any demon that had the misfortune of ending up on his rack. The irony had amused the master torturer and anything that amused Alastair was good for him, well so long as it wasn't his own pain or pigheadedness that did so anyway.
But oh, what to use on Ruby now? Dean found that he couldn't quite make up his mind. She screamed so beautifully with the Holy water, especially when he injected it into her, but he'd been experimenting with different places to do exactly that the other day and he didn't want to start becoming either predictable or repetitive. The salt was also fun, but rather limiting in what he could do with it, at least at present. Perhaps later he'd think of some new and interesting way to use it but he hadn't yet.
"Hmm, I can't quite seem to decide on what I want to do today," Dean admitted, turning around to face her where she was strapped to the rack he'd created especially for her.
It was made mostly of wood, but he'd taken care to arrange the different beams to form a slightly modified Devil's Trap. On its own it wouldn't be enough to trap her entirely as it wasn't strong enough to trap her in her meat suit, but he'd already taken care of that and this would handle the rest. He'd made it especially this way so that he'd never be accidentally ensnared within it. At worst it could make him uncomfortable if he stepped too close to it from behind, something he was more than willing to put up with in order to torture and taunt her.
Slowly, leisurely, he began to circle her, admiring the way her meat suit was displayed for him. Dean had taken special care to ensure that she couldn't possibly be comfortable on the rack, even when he wasn't actively torturing her. He'd also made it for quick access to all of the areas that he liked to target during their sessions together, even if he was never closed off to the idea of trying new things.
Ruby whimpered as he passed out of her line of sight and Dean smiled at that. It hadn't taken him particularly long at all to break through her repertoire of snark and sass. It had almost been a little too easy if he were honest, but he couldn't complain about the results. She just reacted so beautifully to him now, screaming readily and filling the room with the wonderful aroma of her terror as soon as he entered it. He'd also come to learn exactly what it was that Sam liked about her blood so much. It was particularly delicious.
"How about we try something different today, hmm?" Dean suggested, stepping up close behind her and licking a fresh trail of blood from her neck.
She made a muffled sound against the gag that he'd inserted the other day and tried to turn her head away. She couldn't, obviously, but Dean loved that she still tried. He laughed and loosened the strap of the gag, pleased when she spat it out. He might have broken her spunk and sass, but her survival instincts were as strong as ever and he was looking forward to what she'd choose.
"How about I give you a choice today?" Dean continued, stepping back and finishing his tour around her. "How about I let you choose which tool I use on you?"
"What?" Ruby demanded, stunned.
"You get to decide for today, what do you want me to use?"
"Nothing."
"You want me to use my psychic powers?"
"No, nothing, I don't want you to do anything."
"Not an option, sweetheart. Now, chop, chop, make a choice or I'll choose for you. And see if I let you have this option ever again."
"The knife!"
Dean raised an amused eyebrow. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific than that, Ruby, there are so many knives on the table."
"My knife."
"Ah, I see."
Her knife. Dean smiled as he turned to pick it up, letting the light catch the engraved blade. This was an old trick of Alastair's, to let the victim choose the weapon, it always gave them a false sense of power and, through that, hope, making them last longer and break harder. And if that weren't enough, it also revealed valuable information about the soul, or in this case demon, itself. Information that he could then use to start getting inside their heads and make the torture psychological as well as physical.
In this case Dean was sure that Ruby chose her old knife because she thought that he couldn't inflict as much damage with it on her for fear of killing her and thus his own fun. It said a lot about how far they'd come that she'd choose the one thing on the table that could actually eradicate her permanently as he knew that she by no means had a death wish. No, this merely meant that he'd taken her so close to the edge that she was desperate for a reprieve, even if it meant having him use something that could actually kill her instead of just wounding her.
Dean savored the knowledge as he considered his options, turning to look at her bloody form. Though the host would long since have been dead on its own, the fact that Ruby was still locked inside of the meat suit meant that it kept bleeding and didn't start to decay which was a good thing as he wasn't nearly done with her yet. Though he'd tried some of his old favorites already, there were still more that he wanted to do before he finally disposed of her and went searching for fresher prey. But first he had to show Ruby who was really in charge here and how little control she actually had. Towards that end he picked up the large gallon bottle of Holy water and carefully poured some over the blade.
"You said that I could choose!" Ruby wailed.
"Yeah and I'm using the knife, aren't I?"
"I didn't say anything about Holy water!"
"Nor did you mention salt, but I'm still going to use it," Dean replied simply as he poured salt onto the blade as well.
"But..."
"But what?" He stepped close, trailing the tip of the knife along her throat. "What, nothing more to say?"
The impotent fury and panic that Dean saw in her eyes caused a spark of lust to ignite deep within him and he knew that he'd be seeking out a playmate later on. Perhaps a guy this time as he hadn't yet indulged that particular need up here yet and he really couldn't see why he shouldn't now that he thought about it. He was just trying to decide into what part of Ruby's meat suit he wanted to sink his knife when there was a sudden flare of agony from the bond. He grunted and made the mistake of leaning forwards even further, bringing him within Ruby's limited range of motion. She made full use of the opportunity to off balance him with a sharp movement of her knee and he snarled in fury as he went down.
Embarrassed and in pain as his scar kept burning, Dean reached out with his powers and grabbed hold of the Holy water bottle and flung it at Ruby. She screamed long and loud and only shut up when he grabbed the gag and shoved it back into her open mouth. Any appreciation for her cries was completely gone as he grabbed the knife and pulled out his colt, checking that it was loaded with the special bullets he'd made. When he hadn't been in here slowly taking Ruby apart, he'd been researching angels, looking for a way trap or injure his stalker. He'd come up with jack shit until he'd found some old, obscure contact of his father's through Pastor Jim. Taking a risk, he'd contacted the man hoping that he wouldn't have heard of his death and pried the guy for information.
Most of what he'd gotten as a result had been complete and utter gibberish, but there had been one thing that Dean had decided to follow up on. Something about oil, the context of the information had been vague and it had gone on and on about the wrath and fire of Heaven and how it would come upon the wicked who would be ensnared and purified by the Holy fire, but something about it had rung true to his practiced ear. The only problem was that it failed to mention exactly what type of oil it was that worked against angels. Not one to give up, he'd gone out and gotten his hands on every kind of oil that he could from the gas kind right down to the fucking walnut kind. And seriously, who the hell created fucking walnut oil?
The lights flickered and then it was there, standing on the opposite end of the room from where Ruby was strapped to his rack. Dean blinked once, startled at the abrupt entry, but then began firing right away, paying close attention to it's reaction as each and every bullet struck home to see if any of the oils worked as each bullet was filled with a different kind.
Not only did they absolutely fail to draw any kind of adverse reaction from Castiel whatsoever, but the angel actually began advancing on him. Dean snarled, his power rising up all around him but he used it more to shield himself from the bond as much as was possible rather than use it offensively. He wasn't entirely sure why, but the memory of how easily it had overpowered him before was still far too fresh in his mind for him to resort to that option, especially when it didn't even seem to be mildly annoyed at his use of physical weapons.
Regardless Dean found himself unable to not stab Castiel with Ruby's knife when it came to a stop right in front of him, well within his personal space.
"I have already told you, your knifes will not affect me and neither will your firearms," Castiel stated calmly, pulling the knife out of his chest and dropping it carelessly to the floor.
"What do you want?" Dean demanded, refusing to back down even if being this close to the angel made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
The sheer power that crackled in the air all around Castiel would have been enough to make Dean wary if he hadn't already experienced it firsthand for himself. He absolutely hated feeling helpless, it was one of the few things that he'd carried over from his human self, and that was exactly what it made him feel. Sure, he'd fended it off before, but not without getting significantly injured himself in the process and that Light was not something that he wanted to experience ever again. Not if he could help it, hence the reason he had yet to lash out with his power, though he was ready to do so at a moment's notice if necessary. He'd take the damn thing with him if it came to that.
"To understand," Castiel stated simply, head tilting to one side, incomprehension and uncertainty filling it's face. "This could not be what Father had planned for you."
"We really back to that again? The whole Righteous Man crap? Demon, remember?"
Dean flicked his eyes to black and watched Castiel all but flinch back at that. He frowned. Was it really that hard to understand? Surely it should have gotten the message by now. He was a demon, pure and simple. Who cared if he was supposed to be or not, he just was. Though he supposed that it might be harder to understand for a being created to listen and obey. It had to be a shock to the system when the infallible was proven to be fallible.
"But you should not be."
He snorted. "Want another taste of exactly how demonic I am? 'Cause I can if you want, well, so long as you don't run off with my toy this time anyway."
The words caused Castiel's eyes to flicker over towards Ruby and Dean saw a look of contempt and disgust flicker across it's face. "No, you may keep the demon."
"How generous of you."
Those blue eyes turned back towards him and something about them caused Dean to flash back to another pair of blue eyes, namely those of the girl he'd first practiced his powers on. The reminder made his eyes drop down to it's lips as he recalled kissing blood off of hers and it was with a start that he realized this his lust hadn't exactly died down any, but had rather grown to the point where it was more responsible for the adrenaline currently in his system rather than the fear he'd attributed it to earlier. He licked his own lips subconsciously and caught the movement of the angel's eyes as it followed the gesture.
Without really thinking about it, Dean stepped even closer to the angel. "Why are you really here, Castiel?" he demanded softly.
"I have already told you, to understand."
The words were accompanied by a subtle shift of it's wings and Dean's eyes flickered to them automatically. He frowned in confusion as he caught sight of the light gray feathers in amongst the snow white ones. He could have sworn that the last time all of the feathers had been white. Did angel wings molt and change color?
"You wanna understand me? Then how about a little demonstration, huh?"
Castiel's expression changed ever so slightly but Dean didn't wait for a response, he simply reached forward and grabbed it's tie, using it to pull the angel close so he could capture it's lips in a dominating kiss. He hadn't been entirely sure what to expect, he just knew that he wanted to kiss it and possibly more if the way his cock responded was any indication, but this wasn't it. Instead of being shoved aside or being smited on the spot, the angel froze under his lips before it gasped. He didn't hesitate and used the opportunity to shove his tongue deep into it's mouth, tasting lightning and power and something else unlike anything that he'd ever tasted before. His powers reacted without his permission, surging forwards along the bond, reaching out to claim it psychically even as he did so physically.
That seemed to finally wrench a reaction out of Castiel and it pulled back with a cry, eyes wide in shock and horror as it stared at Dean, one hand rising to it's lips as if it couldn't believe what he'd just done.
"Mm, you taste good, angel," Dean purred, licking his lips.
There was a brief flicker of something from the bond before it vanished and Dean was left alone with Ruby once more.
The first time that Dean had felt the tugging sensation at his core was back when Ruby had still been alive. It had been a few days after he'd snatched her from his brother's motel room, just about enough time for Sam to have gotten from there to his grave and discover it to not only be empty, but the center of what had clearly been a massive supernatural event of some kind.
This time the tugging was stronger and more persistent and Dean smiled. Clearly little brother had stepped things up few notches, not that it would help Sam any. No, without a name there was no way to compel a demon to show, summoning charms simply didn't work that way and he knew that there was no way that the little bitch would even think of using his real name. No, Sam would be far too distraught at the thought of some filthy demon walking around in big brother's meat to even think that the demon might actually be big brother himself, transformed. Yet another reason for him to be thankful to Alastair for using the time vortex. He might have to think about getting his old master a present of some kind if he ever saw the older demon again.
For now though Dean merely wondered what his brother would do next and the anticipation of that curled in his gut along with the excitement he already felt watching Roy wander around his little custom made fun house. He'd tracked the hunter down the day after he'd finally tired of Ruby and had killed her, staying just long enough to turn her phone back on so Sammy was sure to find her mutilated corpse. He'd kinda wanted to see his brother's reaction to the discovery, but it was far too soon to chance a meeting with Sam. No, of all the hunters out there that he knew of, his brother would be the most fun to toy with and he didn't want to risk ending that particular game prematurely.
Dean laughed as Roy did exactly what he'd predicted the hunter would and triggered one of his traps. There was a cry of pain as the mild acid splashed across Roy's chest and the hunter swung around, firing blindly at the sound of his voice. Luckily for him, he was nowhere near where he'd been before, knowing exactly how the hotheaded hunter would react. Oh this was going to be so much fun! The thought of all the other traps that Roy was sure to trigger within the next hour and a half filled him with glee and he licked his lips at the thought of tasting the hunter's blood at the end of it all. This was definitely a lot better than carving up some random human and he was already ranking all of the hunters that he knew, trying to determine what would be the best order to go after them to ensure that things got more and more interesting as he went.
At some point the hunters were sure to figure out what was going on- to figure out that they were being hunted- and Dean felt a near sexual thrill run through him at the thought of taking on more than one at a time as they ganged up in a futile attempt to turn him into the prey.
The sudden, sharp flare of pain in his shoulder was followed almost instantly by the flutter of wings and before Dean could do anything Castiel was right there in front of him. Brief agony lit up his chest as the angel's hand touched him there and then there was a sense of disorientation before the world steadied around him once more. The moment he thought that he could do so without falling over, he shoved himself away from the angel, taking a quick look around.
"What the fuck was that? And where the hell are we?"
"An empty house in Sedona, Arizona," Castiel replied. "We had to leave quickly."
"Why?"
"Because my brothers were coming for you."
"Your brothers?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they have discovered what you are and deemed you to be an abomination that must be destroyed."
The words rendered Dean speechless, not only because it was his worst fear realized (Heaven after him personally), but also because of what they implied.
"Heaven wants me dead and you just saved me?"
Suddenly Castiel couldn't meet his gaze anymore and Dean stepped back in shock. He was right! He'd just been saved from Heaven's wrath by an angel!
"What? You still think that this couldn't be what your Father had planned?"
"No and they were sending Uriel."
"Let me guess, he's a smite first and ask questions later kind of angel?"
"Yes, precisely."
The angel still wasn't meeting his eyes and Dean stepped forwards, tilting his head so Castiel had no choice but to meet his black gaze or move his head. "And what you did to my chest?"
"I carved sigils into your ribs, to hide you from my brothers' sight. They cannot find you now."
"They hide me from you too?"
"No, our bond means that I can always tell where you are."
That suddenly worried Dean a lot less than it really should. Castiel had just saved his life after all, the only question now was why. The angel hadn't really shown any signs of wanting anything from him other than to save the world from the Apocalypse, but somehow he doubted that was all which was going on here. Even Castiel had to have realized by now that he was no one's savior no matter what might have been planned or prophesized, good riddance to it all. So what did that leave?
"Which leaves just one question," Dean began quietly, waiting to continue until he had the angel's gaze on him once more. "Why did you choose to save me, Castiel?"
It was interesting the way those blue, blue eyes instantly skittered away from his own black gaze and Dean licked his lips in anticipation, sensing the angel's weakness very close to the surface. His earlier thoughts of plucking the creature bald might have faded somewhat lately, but his desire to own it and make Castiel his hadn't. Not in the slightest.
"I..." Castiel began, glancing up at him briefly before stepping back a few paces.
"You what?" Dean purred, matching him step for step, eyes raking over the... vessel that Castiel had chosen.
It was hot, he'd noticed that the first time he'd laid eyes on it and now thoughts of a different nature filled Dean's mind. He could clearly recall the taste of the angel and he wanted more. Now, if only he could get close enough to do so and take whatever else he wanted.
"I could not- I could not just watch them destroy you. You are..."
"I'm what?"
"I do not know."
The words were so plaintive that Dean could hardly believe that they'd been uttered by the same angel that had pulled him from Hell, slaying demons left and right as they went. The dichotomy between warrior and child was enough to give him a headache, but he kept what he'd seen in mind, not sure what might suddenly flip the switch and transform Castiel into the soldier he'd seen before. He was about to reply when his eyes caught sight of the angel's wings and he froze in shock. Whereas before he hadn't been sure if there had been gray feathers in those wings the first time that he'd encountered Castiel topside, now he knew for sure that there had only been a few of them there during their last meeting. Now, however, almost all of the feathers were varying shades of gray. The snow white ones were practically gone and for the first time there was also the stray ebony colored feather, shining beautifully even in the dull streetlight that filtered into the room they were in from outside.
"Dude, what happened to your feathers? Why are they changing color?"
"You! You are happening to them," Castiel exclaimed, hands raising in agitation and eyes suddenly wild.
"Huh?"
"You- The bond- It is-"
Cautiously, Dean took a few steps back, not quite sure what to make of the suddenly frenzied creature before him, especially since Castiel's chaotic emotions were also leaking out across their bond now.
"It is working both ways, binding me to you as well as you to me," Castiel stated. "It is not supposed to do that, you are not supposed to be able to take control of it the way that you do. My brothers say that it is tainting me, that your darkness has sullied my Grace and its corruption is spreading within me."
"Wait, you're falling because of me?" Dean demanded, stunned.
That was something that he hadn't even considered before. Sure, he'd read about angels falling, he'd been reading up on them after all and even if he hadn't, Lucifer's story was so well known one had to grow up in a cave not to have heard of it. But to actually be the cause of an angel's fall? Well that was something which Dean hadn't even thought about, but now that he did...
The idea aroused Dean and he instantly abandoned all of his other plans, determined to make it happen. To make Castiel completely his.
"Yes!" Castiel exclaimed. "My Grace is tainted, I am coming closer and closer to falling and yet despite all of that I cannot let them have you, even to save myself. I should hate that this is happening to me, should want to fight it with all that I am and yet... all that I can do is want-"
The angel's words trailed off and Dean hesitated a second before he stepped forward. "Want what?"
It was as if the question broke some final dam deep within the angel because the next thing that Dean knew, he'd been shoved back against the nearest wall and Castiel was clumsily trying to devour his lips. A small noise escaped him before he reacted, easily taking control of the kiss and chasing the taste he'd wanted so badly. It was wonderful, the hot length of the angel pressed up against him, making him start to harden in his pants. The knowledge that he was actively corrupting an angel- tempting it right past the point of no return- exhilarated him and he couldn't wait to sink into it's warm, tight heat. The situation was damn near perfect and would be but for one little detail.
Dean broke off the kiss, pushing the angel back a step.
"Dean?" Castiel questioned, voice confused and looking oddly hurt.
The knowledge that he was the one who'd done that, who'd brought a fierce warrior of God so low, thrilled Dean and he savored the sight of the angel's disheveled hair and kiss bruised lips for a moment before he reached out and grabbed two handfuls of clothing. With a little demon enhanced strength, he pivoted them around so that he could slam Castiel into the wall.
"I don't bottom," Dean declared before claiming the angel's lips once more.
Castiel's wings reacted to that, flaring high and wide up against the wall. Without thinking about it, Dean reached out and sank a hand into the soft feathers. They were everything that he'd hoped that they'd be and more. The angel keened and jerked against him and he could suddenly feel that he wasn't the only one getting hard here. Ending the kiss, he bit once at Castiel's lips as the angel sought to follow his retreat, before he nipped his way to one ear.
"Like that, angel?" Dean demanded, tugging at the feathers in his hand.
"Dean!"
The sheer emotion (wonder, lust, amazement, desire and more) packed into his name along with the almost reverent way that it was said sent any notions that Dean had been entertaining of demanding that Castiel call him master packing. The angel could call him by his name any time it wanted if it kept saying it like that. He just might be starting to understand what that one writer had been on about when it had said that angels were created to worship.
Dean rolled his own hips, seeking friction and reveling in the sounds it elicited from the angel. This was why he preferred to seek willing bed partners; hardly anything compared to feeling them fall apart beneath him and knowing that it was all his doing. Perhaps he would be able to get that constant willing plaything he'd desired the other week sooner than he'd thought.
He slid his knee between Castiel's legs and brought it up to the angel's hard cock, grinning when Castiel ground down mindlessly against it. "You taste delicious, angel," Dean said, claiming another kiss and getting a deep moan as he tugged at another handful of feathers even as he subtly reached out across the bond with his darkness.
"Dean, please, I-"
"You what?"
"I- I do not know, I just-" a moan. "I want."
Dean laughed darkly. "You want what, angel, hmm? You want me to take you? To show you true sin?"
"No, yes, I- Dean!"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Castiel, angel of the Lord?"
With a loud keening sound, the angel shuddered against him before going lax. Dean could only stand there and blink for a moment, disbelief flooding him before he pulled back and stared down at the growing wet spot staining the front of Castiel's pants.
"Did you just come?" Dean demanded, surprise quickly bleeding into displeasure, especially when the angel opened sated eyes to look at him. "You just did, you goddamn bastard!"
Castiel looked at him with confusion though it quickly became realization and horror. The change happened so quickly that Dean hardly had time to process it and begin to say "Oh don't you even dare think about leaving me like this!" when he was suddenly alone. He stood there for a few seconds in disbelief, hard and aching, before he screamed in frustration and sudden rage.
"Son of a bitch!"
Part 3