Fic: Prisoner of Love (10/?)
MASTERPOST / AO3
Chapter Summary: Another night when Dean and Castiel do not share the same cell.
A/N: A little heads up, people! What happens in this chapter is brutal by nature (re-read the warnings if you have forgotten them already) but very crucial to the story. I encourage you to read on, if possible. There is no graphic depiction of the actual crime.
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"Anna?"
Castiel was walking along familiar dense woods. It was a couple of miles away from their cabin house, where the Milton family hung out every so often when he was a kid. Now he was all grown up, stepping on piles of dry leaves in his too bulky trench coat, insensitive to the weather around him.
"Anna!" he called again. A little girl that couldn't have been older than five, in a white lacy dress, turned his way. She was holding a bunch of flowers in one of her small hands, her red hair brightened against the sunrays, forming a golden halo above her head.
"Castiel!" Anna cried with a wide smile. She hopped across the short distance and handed him the flower. "These are for you," she said.
Castiel took the flowers and inhaled their fresh, earthly scent. He gave Anna a smile that mirrored the warmth in his heart. "They are very pretty. Thank you."
Anna blushed and smiled shyly. Then she reached her two arms up in the air.
Castiel chuckled. It was his cue to crouch down and Anna to climb up his back. She placed her arms around his neck and his arms locked her two legs around his waist. Then he got up and started walking along the small creek. The sound of running water could be heard in the background.
"Can we sing?" Anna asked into his ear.
Castiel chuckled again. His memories of his little sister always made him happy. "Of course, angel; which song you want to sing?"
"Angel!" Anna cried in excitement.
Castiel smiled to the girl on his back, contented. "The angel song, then"
The title was not really 'The Angel Song', but that was what was known between the two of them. It had become their song. Castiel would sing one line, Anna the next.
"If you don't come with me, I'll tell on you," Castiel started.
"I'll make your bed. I'll clean and shine your shoes," Anna shouted more than sing, but it really didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Anna was happy. He knew. His sister was happy when she had a dream yet to be fulfilled.
"Oh, I wish I was in heaven by your side," Castiel started the refrain, which echoed by Anna's voice singing, "I wish I was in heaven by your side."
"'Cause you're my angel," Castiel sang his favorite line, turning sideways to give a quick kiss on his sister's cheek.
"And I'm your pride!" Anna ended the refrain with a wide smile, kissing him back.
Castiel couldn't hold back the delighted grin on his face as he walked deeper into the woods, careful not to trip over any protruding roots on the ground. His sister had always been his unblemished little angel and his brainy little pride.
"Castiel, look!" Anna screamed, pointing at the air in front of them. Castiel followed the direction of her finger to see a couple of butterflies fluttering around in graceful swirls. Anna always loved butterflies. Before Castiel knew it, Anna slid herself down his back and ran, chasing the tiny creatures.
"Anna, don't run!"
But Anna had already disappeared behind a line of trees. Castiel only got glimpses of her white dress and red hair flowing in the wind.
"Anna!"
He rushed to where Anna had vanished. After he walked a few feet down the slope and circled around a bush, he saw his little sister sat down on the ground, hugging her knees, crying.
"Anna, did you fall?" Castiel asked gently, crouching down next to the girl. Her pretty dress was now smeared with dirt.
"Anna?"
When Anna looked up, however, her face was smothered with tears, red blood seeping all through her white dress. She was in her adult form. "You said you would protect me!" she blubbered. "Why didn't you protect me?"
Castiel flopped back on the ground, shaking as guilt choked him, until he needed to gasp for air. His sister was broken and he failed to glue her pieces back together. Words of apologies swam in his head, but he couldn't get one - not a single one - out.
"Castiel," a little girl's voice called his name. Startled, Cas turned around to see the five-year-old Anna standing next to him, all calm and clean. "You need to wake up. Now!"
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Cas tried to wake up but his eyelids were heavy. It took him several blinks and a lot of will-power to finally get them open. The place he saw looked familiar alright, all dim lights and shadows of bars, but there was something different about it.
Castiel jolted out of his daze, but tripped backwards because his hands were tied behind his back, assumingly by a rope. He looked down to see he had no clothes on himself. Clumsily, he stumbled out of bed to the metal gate to confirm that he was not on the first floor, the floor of his cell.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out in a panic. Why was he not in his cell? The tied-up wrists and naked body spelled all kinds of trouble. He struggled to unlace the rope, only to find that it was impossible.
"Now, now," a low voice came up from the dark, sending chills up Castiel's spine. There was no mistaking that devilish voice. "Do you really think I'd teach you to escape a restraint I would use?"
There was still no reply from Dean. Cas' heart dropped to his feet, thinking all kinds of horrible things that could have happened to his cellmate. There was no way things would end up this way if Dean was alright.
"Cas?"
A small sigh of relief escaped his lips, when he heard Dean shout back. "Dean, help me!" Cas cried out immediately. "I'm in Lucifer's cage."
Slowly he started to remember how he got in here. Castiel had been troubled after he and Dean had a heated argument last night. He had been so full of anger and hatred that he decided to seek comfort in a cup of tea. But, as he felt the warmth of the teacup in his palms and inhaled the soothing aroma through his nostrils, his rage had settled down. He was thinking of giving the tea to Dean as a peace offering - he had saved the sachet for Dean after all - when Dean yanked him out of his chair and accused him of being 'a little slut'.
Castiel shuddered at the thought.
"Of course you are," Dean hollered back. "You requested a cell change, remember?"
Castiel felt his feet go icy cold as fear gripped his heart. He never requested a cell change. There were times when he had thought of it, but he never actually did that. How did Dean get the idea?
The sudden realization made his stomach heave. Lucifer-
Blood draining from his being, Castiel carefully turned to the culprit who sported a vicious smirk on his lips, glints of malice shining in those lust-filled eyes. He had seen those looks before - on Uriel and his men.
"Dean!" Cas shouted at the top of his lungs. He was now completely terrified. "I didn't file the request!" He hoped Dean understand how serious the situation was. "Help me!"
"GUARDS!"
Castiel quivered when he heard Dean shouting for help. Dean screaming only meant he was also locked up in his cell. But Dean would certainly be able to help him. He always was.
"Guards! Open the gate! There is a prisoner missing!"
Dean kept shouting for the guards' attention. Castiel waited on wobbly legs, but there was no alarm, no buzz, nothing indicating that Dean was even acknowledged. Dean's voice grew more livid by the seconds, and with it Castiel's hope faltered.
"Guards! Open the God-damned door!"
"Oh, shut up, Dean!" Lucifer cried in annoyance. He now walked over to the metal gate. Castiel took a few cautious steps away from the man. "No one is coming to help you, not tonight anyway." He smirked. "I'll save my voice if I were you."
"Lucifer!" Dean yelled. "If you ever lay a finger on him, I'll fucking kill you!"
As if to prove his point, Lucifer quickly reached out and grabbed Cas by the hair. Castiel hissed at the sudden pain. "I just did. Come and kill me," he dared. "Or you can come get me in the morning, after I finished screwing your boy toy."
"LUCIFER!" Dean snarled.
Just then Castiel realized there was nothing Dean could do but yell. There was no way in hell Castiel would let himself be a victim again. He used the grip on his head as leverage and pushed Lucifer into the wall, kneeing the bastard in his groin.
Lucifer howled as he covered both hands over his crotch, his legs buckled under him. Castiel promptly swung a kick in the head, throwing the man curling on the floor. He was going to kick the life out of the Devil when suddenly he felt woozy.
Before Castiel could gather himself, he was shoved away, followed by a hard fist to his jaw. His face throbbed as he swayed to one side. Cas then got a straight kick in the stomach that sent him thumping the bunk bed and fell to the floor, coughing with pain.
"Damn it, Castiel," Lucifer snapped. He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. "Don't make me hurt your pretty face."
"Lucifer!" Dean shouted, his voice almost breaking. "What do you want?" Dean must have heard the fight. He almost begged when he said, "Tell me what you want. I'll get it for you, anything. Just don't hurt him."
Lucifer's lips curled up into a sneer. "Don't you think this is what I want, Dean? Some alone time with this naughty angel?"
Arms still straining behind his back, Castiel struggled to get up. Lucifer stomped his feet down on Cas' abdomen, keeping him where he was. The twinges in his repeatedly bruised belly made Castiel grunt.
"Look, my brother's a lawyer." Dean was getting tired of Lucifer's bullshit. "He can get you out of here. A deal, a re-trial, anything you want."
"He didn't seem to get you out of here," Lucifer taunted. His eyes carefully ran over Castiel's lying form on the floor; his foot still crunched Cas' torso. Castiel strived for much needed air and relief while attempting vainly to hide his exposed body parts.
"Just tell me what the fuck you want!" Dean fumed in rage.
"You know what I want, Dean," Lucifer replied, unwaveringly. "You know I can't have it unless you die. I can't kill you, so I thought why I don't just break you then?" he said with a nonchalant shrug.
"Then I'll die!"
"Dean!" Castiel cried just as quickly, frightened. Dean was willing to die, all because Castiel was stupid and careless enough to walk right into this very cell, asking for another cup of tea.
"I'll die," Dean continued, ignoring Castiel's plea. "Then you can have what you want. Just don't hurt him. Please"
"How touching!" Lucifer bewailed in mock admiration, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. "But then what's the fun in it?"
"LUCIFER!"
Lucifer yanked Castiel up and pushed him face-first on the lower bed, exposing his ass in the air. Then he knocked at Cas' knees so now the only leverage Cas had was his sore stomach that was slung over the bedside railing. Castiel fought to wriggle free, but he couldn't, when Lucifer threw his weight on him.
"This is all on you, Castiel," Lucifer hissed behind his ear. "Dean's empire wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't been so weak."
Castiel couldn't halt the anguished cry when a finger was force into him. It was all too quickly, too excruciating. Tears brimmed over his eyes. His heart thundered in fright.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"You kept your porcelain well, Dean." Lucifer didn't even budge by Dean's manifestation of wrath. His finger kept scraping Cas' inside, cutting and piercing, while Cas' body fought to discharge the foreign object. Castiel sweated of what he didn't know, if it was fear or pain. "If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I'm fucking a virgin ass."
"GUARDS! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU AND YOUR WIFE AND YOUR CHILDREN, AND YOUR FUCKING GRANDCHILDREN!"
Tears were shamelessly streaming down Cas' face. There was little to no lubrication and the pain was beyond unbearable. He bit at the bed sheet as if it could stifle the pain; his legs thrashed about helplessly, unable to hold ground.
"GET HIM OUT OR I'LL FUCKING BURN THIS PLACE DOWN!"
Dean's voice rang in Castiel's head like a broken speaker, indistinct and unintelligible. Soon it resolved to high-pitched reverberation that made his ears bleed. It was no secret what Dean's rage could bring. Those threats Dean made would not come out of his mouth empty. Castiel was terrified of Lucifer, but he was more terrified of Dean now, of whom Dean had become, of who he had made Dean become.
Castiel bit the inside of his mouth. Dean mustn't know what was going on in this cell. His physical pain he could endure. It was the agony that he didn't want Dean to suffer. He couldn't protect his sister, but at least now he could protect Dean.
"You're going to play a silent game, huh?" Lucifer hissed like a poisonous snake. He grabbed and pulled at Cas' hair. Castiel's neck was stretched but he kept his eyes closed and his mouth tightly shut. "Not gonna moan for my cock, are ya?"
A tremor of fear rippled through Cas' skin at the venomous voice. His head was now in a whirl and his mind a blur. When there was another sharp pang down below, everything burst into a blinding flare.
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The brightness gradually faded. A silhouette of someone became clearer in front of him. He'd recognize the shape anywhere.
"Dean?" Castiel muttered, confused. Dean was smiling warmly at him. Slowly, Castiel took in the different surroundings. "Where are we?" he asked.
"Your room," Dean replied with a gentle swipe of thumb over Cas' cheekbone. "You said your bed was the most comfortable, right?"
"It was." Castiel nodded absent-mindedly. It wasn't until Dean had him in his arms that Castiel felt an uncomfortable ache in his body. "Dean?" Cas cried in a shaky voice. He didn't quite understand what was going on and he was afraid.
"Shh… I got you, babe," Dean soothed him. His voice was so tender Castiel's tension gradually dispersed. But the pain remained and he clung closer to Dean. "Hold on to me," Dean said.
Castiel shifted so his body was flushed with Dean's. The pain was now throbbing through his body, each pulsation echoing his terror.
"Relax, Cas," Dean whispered as he pampered kisses behind Cas' ear. "Don't fight it."
"Dean," Cas whimpered. He felt as if his body was nothing but a rickety frame that threatened to fall apart with each stinging plunges. It was only Dean's embrace that was keeping him whole. "It hurts. Make it stop."
"Hang in there, baby," Dean mumbled as he trailed kisses down Castiel's collarbone. "It will soon end."
Castiel's hands fumbled through the back of Dean's head as he tried to squeeze Dean tighter to himself. Dean delved his nose and lips into the crook of Cas' neck, licking and tasting the patches of skin Dean knew Cas was most responsive at. Castiel shivered at the flush of pleasure, arching his head back to bare more of his flesh. He needed more of Dean's affectionate touches. No, he needed all of Dean's touches, if they would wash away the pain.
"Give me a kiss?"
Castiel didn't need to be asked twice. He crushed their lips together. Dean was quick to catch it and soon both of them panted and gasped into an open-mouth kiss, tongues and teeth and lips hungrily sucking, clashing and biting each other. Dean's strong arms cradled the back of his shoulder blades, hands messing up his hair. It went all haywire but Castiel never felt more secure.
When they broke for air, however, Dean's face was wet with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Castiel mewed in confusion as he cupped those watery cheeks in his palms. Dean just rested his forehead against his, giving out a sad, pained sigh.
"I love you so much, Cas," Dean breathed. "I love you so much I don't know what do to with it."
Castiel's heart swelled. His eyes misted with tears as those words hit him like gentle waves in a balmy sea.
"I love you, you silly little dork," Dean said with a faint chuckle as tears continued rolling down his cheeks. His lips curled into a small, blessed smile.
"Say it again," Cas purred. He needed to hear it, more of it, endlessly.
"I love you," Dean said, this time firmly. Castiel inhaled the sweetness of it, basking in the fact that Dean loved him.
He had always thought he knew the feeling was mutual, even though the words had been left unspoken. But now that Dean had uttered it properly, Castiel found that the joy of truly knowing it was incomparable. Dean needed him, the same way Castiel had come to learn, over time, how vital Dean was to him. At this very moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of them; all troubles and fears diffused, melted away and re-emerged as brisk, invigorating breezes.
"I love you, too, Dean." The words wafted through Castiel's lips like a sweet-scented sigh. He hoped they drifted far enough to reach Dean's ears.
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Castiel was always startled by the blare of the morning alarm, but this time it came to him as nothing more than a faint hum, seemingly from far, far away. He quickly dismissed it and resolved to continue his restful sleep.
His drifting off, however, was interrupted by someone sweeping one arm under his knees, the other under his back, lifting him up. Castiel tried to pry open his heavy-lidded eyes, but he was merely greeted with swarming light.
"Stay with me, Cas."
The tenderness of it gave him a sense of calm. Castiel rested his head on Dean's stiff shoulder, and then relaxed. He knew he was safe in Dean's arms, wherever it was that Dean was carrying him to.
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A/N: The song Castiel and Anna sang was Tiny Words by The Orchids. Thank you for reading!
Chapter Summary: Another night when Dean and Castiel do not share the same cell.
A/N: A little heads up, people! What happens in this chapter is brutal by nature (re-read the warnings if you have forgotten them already) but very crucial to the story. I encourage you to read on, if possible. There is no graphic depiction of the actual crime.
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"Anna?"
Castiel was walking along familiar dense woods. It was a couple of miles away from their cabin house, where the Milton family hung out every so often when he was a kid. Now he was all grown up, stepping on piles of dry leaves in his too bulky trench coat, insensitive to the weather around him.
"Anna!" he called again. A little girl that couldn't have been older than five, in a white lacy dress, turned his way. She was holding a bunch of flowers in one of her small hands, her red hair brightened against the sunrays, forming a golden halo above her head.
"Castiel!" Anna cried with a wide smile. She hopped across the short distance and handed him the flower. "These are for you," she said.
Castiel took the flowers and inhaled their fresh, earthly scent. He gave Anna a smile that mirrored the warmth in his heart. "They are very pretty. Thank you."
Anna blushed and smiled shyly. Then she reached her two arms up in the air.
Castiel chuckled. It was his cue to crouch down and Anna to climb up his back. She placed her arms around his neck and his arms locked her two legs around his waist. Then he got up and started walking along the small creek. The sound of running water could be heard in the background.
"Can we sing?" Anna asked into his ear.
Castiel chuckled again. His memories of his little sister always made him happy. "Of course, angel; which song you want to sing?"
"Angel!" Anna cried in excitement.
Castiel smiled to the girl on his back, contented. "The angel song, then"
The title was not really 'The Angel Song', but that was what was known between the two of them. It had become their song. Castiel would sing one line, Anna the next.
"If you don't come with me, I'll tell on you," Castiel started.
"I'll make your bed. I'll clean and shine your shoes," Anna shouted more than sing, but it really didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Anna was happy. He knew. His sister was happy when she had a dream yet to be fulfilled.
"Oh, I wish I was in heaven by your side," Castiel started the refrain, which echoed by Anna's voice singing, "I wish I was in heaven by your side."
"'Cause you're my angel," Castiel sang his favorite line, turning sideways to give a quick kiss on his sister's cheek.
"And I'm your pride!" Anna ended the refrain with a wide smile, kissing him back.
Castiel couldn't hold back the delighted grin on his face as he walked deeper into the woods, careful not to trip over any protruding roots on the ground. His sister had always been his unblemished little angel and his brainy little pride.
"Castiel, look!" Anna screamed, pointing at the air in front of them. Castiel followed the direction of her finger to see a couple of butterflies fluttering around in graceful swirls. Anna always loved butterflies. Before Castiel knew it, Anna slid herself down his back and ran, chasing the tiny creatures.
"Anna, don't run!"
But Anna had already disappeared behind a line of trees. Castiel only got glimpses of her white dress and red hair flowing in the wind.
"Anna!"
He rushed to where Anna had vanished. After he walked a few feet down the slope and circled around a bush, he saw his little sister sat down on the ground, hugging her knees, crying.
"Anna, did you fall?" Castiel asked gently, crouching down next to the girl. Her pretty dress was now smeared with dirt.
"Anna?"
When Anna looked up, however, her face was smothered with tears, red blood seeping all through her white dress. She was in her adult form. "You said you would protect me!" she blubbered. "Why didn't you protect me?"
Castiel flopped back on the ground, shaking as guilt choked him, until he needed to gasp for air. His sister was broken and he failed to glue her pieces back together. Words of apologies swam in his head, but he couldn't get one - not a single one - out.
"Castiel," a little girl's voice called his name. Startled, Cas turned around to see the five-year-old Anna standing next to him, all calm and clean. "You need to wake up. Now!"
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Cas tried to wake up but his eyelids were heavy. It took him several blinks and a lot of will-power to finally get them open. The place he saw looked familiar alright, all dim lights and shadows of bars, but there was something different about it.
Castiel jolted out of his daze, but tripped backwards because his hands were tied behind his back, assumingly by a rope. He looked down to see he had no clothes on himself. Clumsily, he stumbled out of bed to the metal gate to confirm that he was not on the first floor, the floor of his cell.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out in a panic. Why was he not in his cell? The tied-up wrists and naked body spelled all kinds of trouble. He struggled to unlace the rope, only to find that it was impossible.
"Now, now," a low voice came up from the dark, sending chills up Castiel's spine. There was no mistaking that devilish voice. "Do you really think I'd teach you to escape a restraint I would use?"
There was still no reply from Dean. Cas' heart dropped to his feet, thinking all kinds of horrible things that could have happened to his cellmate. There was no way things would end up this way if Dean was alright.
"Cas?"
A small sigh of relief escaped his lips, when he heard Dean shout back. "Dean, help me!" Cas cried out immediately. "I'm in Lucifer's cage."
Slowly he started to remember how he got in here. Castiel had been troubled after he and Dean had a heated argument last night. He had been so full of anger and hatred that he decided to seek comfort in a cup of tea. But, as he felt the warmth of the teacup in his palms and inhaled the soothing aroma through his nostrils, his rage had settled down. He was thinking of giving the tea to Dean as a peace offering - he had saved the sachet for Dean after all - when Dean yanked him out of his chair and accused him of being 'a little slut'.
Castiel shuddered at the thought.
"Of course you are," Dean hollered back. "You requested a cell change, remember?"
Castiel felt his feet go icy cold as fear gripped his heart. He never requested a cell change. There were times when he had thought of it, but he never actually did that. How did Dean get the idea?
The sudden realization made his stomach heave. Lucifer-
Blood draining from his being, Castiel carefully turned to the culprit who sported a vicious smirk on his lips, glints of malice shining in those lust-filled eyes. He had seen those looks before - on Uriel and his men.
"Dean!" Cas shouted at the top of his lungs. He was now completely terrified. "I didn't file the request!" He hoped Dean understand how serious the situation was. "Help me!"
"GUARDS!"
Castiel quivered when he heard Dean shouting for help. Dean screaming only meant he was also locked up in his cell. But Dean would certainly be able to help him. He always was.
"Guards! Open the gate! There is a prisoner missing!"
Dean kept shouting for the guards' attention. Castiel waited on wobbly legs, but there was no alarm, no buzz, nothing indicating that Dean was even acknowledged. Dean's voice grew more livid by the seconds, and with it Castiel's hope faltered.
"Guards! Open the God-damned door!"
"Oh, shut up, Dean!" Lucifer cried in annoyance. He now walked over to the metal gate. Castiel took a few cautious steps away from the man. "No one is coming to help you, not tonight anyway." He smirked. "I'll save my voice if I were you."
"Lucifer!" Dean yelled. "If you ever lay a finger on him, I'll fucking kill you!"
As if to prove his point, Lucifer quickly reached out and grabbed Cas by the hair. Castiel hissed at the sudden pain. "I just did. Come and kill me," he dared. "Or you can come get me in the morning, after I finished screwing your boy toy."
"LUCIFER!" Dean snarled.
Just then Castiel realized there was nothing Dean could do but yell. There was no way in hell Castiel would let himself be a victim again. He used the grip on his head as leverage and pushed Lucifer into the wall, kneeing the bastard in his groin.
Lucifer howled as he covered both hands over his crotch, his legs buckled under him. Castiel promptly swung a kick in the head, throwing the man curling on the floor. He was going to kick the life out of the Devil when suddenly he felt woozy.
Before Castiel could gather himself, he was shoved away, followed by a hard fist to his jaw. His face throbbed as he swayed to one side. Cas then got a straight kick in the stomach that sent him thumping the bunk bed and fell to the floor, coughing with pain.
"Damn it, Castiel," Lucifer snapped. He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. "Don't make me hurt your pretty face."
"Lucifer!" Dean shouted, his voice almost breaking. "What do you want?" Dean must have heard the fight. He almost begged when he said, "Tell me what you want. I'll get it for you, anything. Just don't hurt him."
Lucifer's lips curled up into a sneer. "Don't you think this is what I want, Dean? Some alone time with this naughty angel?"
Arms still straining behind his back, Castiel struggled to get up. Lucifer stomped his feet down on Cas' abdomen, keeping him where he was. The twinges in his repeatedly bruised belly made Castiel grunt.
"Look, my brother's a lawyer." Dean was getting tired of Lucifer's bullshit. "He can get you out of here. A deal, a re-trial, anything you want."
"He didn't seem to get you out of here," Lucifer taunted. His eyes carefully ran over Castiel's lying form on the floor; his foot still crunched Cas' torso. Castiel strived for much needed air and relief while attempting vainly to hide his exposed body parts.
"Just tell me what the fuck you want!" Dean fumed in rage.
"You know what I want, Dean," Lucifer replied, unwaveringly. "You know I can't have it unless you die. I can't kill you, so I thought why I don't just break you then?" he said with a nonchalant shrug.
"Then I'll die!"
"Dean!" Castiel cried just as quickly, frightened. Dean was willing to die, all because Castiel was stupid and careless enough to walk right into this very cell, asking for another cup of tea.
"I'll die," Dean continued, ignoring Castiel's plea. "Then you can have what you want. Just don't hurt him. Please"
"How touching!" Lucifer bewailed in mock admiration, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. "But then what's the fun in it?"
"LUCIFER!"
Lucifer yanked Castiel up and pushed him face-first on the lower bed, exposing his ass in the air. Then he knocked at Cas' knees so now the only leverage Cas had was his sore stomach that was slung over the bedside railing. Castiel fought to wriggle free, but he couldn't, when Lucifer threw his weight on him.
"This is all on you, Castiel," Lucifer hissed behind his ear. "Dean's empire wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't been so weak."
Castiel couldn't halt the anguished cry when a finger was force into him. It was all too quickly, too excruciating. Tears brimmed over his eyes. His heart thundered in fright.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"You kept your porcelain well, Dean." Lucifer didn't even budge by Dean's manifestation of wrath. His finger kept scraping Cas' inside, cutting and piercing, while Cas' body fought to discharge the foreign object. Castiel sweated of what he didn't know, if it was fear or pain. "If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I'm fucking a virgin ass."
"GUARDS! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU AND YOUR WIFE AND YOUR CHILDREN, AND YOUR FUCKING GRANDCHILDREN!"
Tears were shamelessly streaming down Cas' face. There was little to no lubrication and the pain was beyond unbearable. He bit at the bed sheet as if it could stifle the pain; his legs thrashed about helplessly, unable to hold ground.
"GET HIM OUT OR I'LL FUCKING BURN THIS PLACE DOWN!"
Dean's voice rang in Castiel's head like a broken speaker, indistinct and unintelligible. Soon it resolved to high-pitched reverberation that made his ears bleed. It was no secret what Dean's rage could bring. Those threats Dean made would not come out of his mouth empty. Castiel was terrified of Lucifer, but he was more terrified of Dean now, of whom Dean had become, of who he had made Dean become.
Castiel bit the inside of his mouth. Dean mustn't know what was going on in this cell. His physical pain he could endure. It was the agony that he didn't want Dean to suffer. He couldn't protect his sister, but at least now he could protect Dean.
"You're going to play a silent game, huh?" Lucifer hissed like a poisonous snake. He grabbed and pulled at Cas' hair. Castiel's neck was stretched but he kept his eyes closed and his mouth tightly shut. "Not gonna moan for my cock, are ya?"
A tremor of fear rippled through Cas' skin at the venomous voice. His head was now in a whirl and his mind a blur. When there was another sharp pang down below, everything burst into a blinding flare.
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The brightness gradually faded. A silhouette of someone became clearer in front of him. He'd recognize the shape anywhere.
"Dean?" Castiel muttered, confused. Dean was smiling warmly at him. Slowly, Castiel took in the different surroundings. "Where are we?" he asked.
"Your room," Dean replied with a gentle swipe of thumb over Cas' cheekbone. "You said your bed was the most comfortable, right?"
"It was." Castiel nodded absent-mindedly. It wasn't until Dean had him in his arms that Castiel felt an uncomfortable ache in his body. "Dean?" Cas cried in a shaky voice. He didn't quite understand what was going on and he was afraid.
"Shh… I got you, babe," Dean soothed him. His voice was so tender Castiel's tension gradually dispersed. But the pain remained and he clung closer to Dean. "Hold on to me," Dean said.
Castiel shifted so his body was flushed with Dean's. The pain was now throbbing through his body, each pulsation echoing his terror.
"Relax, Cas," Dean whispered as he pampered kisses behind Cas' ear. "Don't fight it."
"Dean," Cas whimpered. He felt as if his body was nothing but a rickety frame that threatened to fall apart with each stinging plunges. It was only Dean's embrace that was keeping him whole. "It hurts. Make it stop."
"Hang in there, baby," Dean mumbled as he trailed kisses down Castiel's collarbone. "It will soon end."
Castiel's hands fumbled through the back of Dean's head as he tried to squeeze Dean tighter to himself. Dean delved his nose and lips into the crook of Cas' neck, licking and tasting the patches of skin Dean knew Cas was most responsive at. Castiel shivered at the flush of pleasure, arching his head back to bare more of his flesh. He needed more of Dean's affectionate touches. No, he needed all of Dean's touches, if they would wash away the pain.
"Give me a kiss?"
Castiel didn't need to be asked twice. He crushed their lips together. Dean was quick to catch it and soon both of them panted and gasped into an open-mouth kiss, tongues and teeth and lips hungrily sucking, clashing and biting each other. Dean's strong arms cradled the back of his shoulder blades, hands messing up his hair. It went all haywire but Castiel never felt more secure.
When they broke for air, however, Dean's face was wet with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Castiel mewed in confusion as he cupped those watery cheeks in his palms. Dean just rested his forehead against his, giving out a sad, pained sigh.
"I love you so much, Cas," Dean breathed. "I love you so much I don't know what do to with it."
Castiel's heart swelled. His eyes misted with tears as those words hit him like gentle waves in a balmy sea.
"I love you, you silly little dork," Dean said with a faint chuckle as tears continued rolling down his cheeks. His lips curled into a small, blessed smile.
"Say it again," Cas purred. He needed to hear it, more of it, endlessly.
"I love you," Dean said, this time firmly. Castiel inhaled the sweetness of it, basking in the fact that Dean loved him.
He had always thought he knew the feeling was mutual, even though the words had been left unspoken. But now that Dean had uttered it properly, Castiel found that the joy of truly knowing it was incomparable. Dean needed him, the same way Castiel had come to learn, over time, how vital Dean was to him. At this very moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of them; all troubles and fears diffused, melted away and re-emerged as brisk, invigorating breezes.
"I love you, too, Dean." The words wafted through Castiel's lips like a sweet-scented sigh. He hoped they drifted far enough to reach Dean's ears.
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Castiel was always startled by the blare of the morning alarm, but this time it came to him as nothing more than a faint hum, seemingly from far, far away. He quickly dismissed it and resolved to continue his restful sleep.
His drifting off, however, was interrupted by someone sweeping one arm under his knees, the other under his back, lifting him up. Castiel tried to pry open his heavy-lidded eyes, but he was merely greeted with swarming light.
"Stay with me, Cas."
The tenderness of it gave him a sense of calm. Castiel rested his head on Dean's stiff shoulder, and then relaxed. He knew he was safe in Dean's arms, wherever it was that Dean was carrying him to.
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A/N: The song Castiel and Anna sang was Tiny Words by The Orchids. Thank you for reading!