Truth - Team Hell
Title: Truth
Author:
9_of_clubs
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean, Alastair
Rating: R
Warnings: vauge images of violence
Summary: Alastair possesses Dean.
Word Count: 272
Disclaimer: I know nothing. Nothinng at all.
written for the spn_teamfic challenge, using the following prompt :-
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” - Oscar Wilde
Alastair is in - fucking -side of him; possessing him. Keeping him captive, but this time from within and how the hell is he supposed to deal with that?
He tried to fight, to struggle and somehow get free; but Alastair is no joke and it's more and more painful to rebel with every second. Wears him out - until he has no choice but to admit defeat and slump exhaustedly into some corner of his mind. Next, he tries to make everything go black. So he can forget, or pretend he is anywhere but here. So that he will not have to remember these moments - ever.
But fuck, he can still hear - can still see - can still feel, every single thing that Alastair is using his body to do. A trail of blood follows them wherever they go; skin is shredded, organs mutilated, bones turned to dust.
And he despises it but at the same time... he can feel the power. The rush of it all. Can sense the bloodlust deep in his veins. The part of him unearthed in hell, but that he has tried endlessly to bury since. It's resurfacing as the demon cuts and laughs.
Hmmm, still love it don't you? All those meaningless protests but you crave it. You're glad that you can blame this on me but secretly you revel.
But that's okay. I'll be your mask until you don't need me anymore. Then we can tare this world apart. Make into a little mini hell. Don't worry, you'll cave.
Never, he tries to yell. But it's a lie and he knows it