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Perdition	By : WinterWolf Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN/Disclaimer: This chapter gets really dark. The NonCon warned about is here. Dark!Dean does some very aggressive, non-consensual things to his poor trapped and tortured angel. If that’s a trigger for you, dear reader, there’s a gentler summary of this chapter in the Author’s Note at the bottom of the page you can scroll down to instead. -WW
“Dean,” he gasped. “How did you get here?” the angel asked warily. He had been sure the warehouse was empty. Dean was human and demons couldn’t travel like that. Something about this was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Dean hadn’t moved from the barely six inches away that he had suddenly appeared in. “Cas, buddy, what are you talking about? It’s me.”
They continued to stare at each other. Cas wanted so badly to believe but he couldn’t. No human could appear and disappear like that. His angel blade began appearing in his hand before he was even conscious of willing it into existence. Feeling it in hand was shocking, horrifying even. Using his angel blade would mean ending this being in front of him, whether it was Dean or not. If it was Dean, the angel could not even process what that would mean: the end of Dean forever. The angel could not suppress the shudder that came at that thought. He would never be the one to end Dean. That much he was certain of. He willed the blade back out of existence.
“Dean, Sam is dead. I saw the body myself. His soul has departed.”
The reaction is not as the angel expects. The being before him, which Castiel refuses to accept is Dean, smirks as he walks away, before he turns and says, “Sammy’s soul is in Hell. I put it there myself.” That’s when he throws down his lighter.
A circle of holy fire ignited around the perimeter of the warehouse, trapping Castiel inside. There was no fleeing now so he had to keep this Dean-shaped being here and figure out how to save his Dean. The angel needed to know what he was up against.
“What are you?” the angel demanded.
Green eyes flash and Dean throws his head back in a laugh. “I told you. It’s me, Dean. Don’t you recognize the body you rebuilt atom by atom?” He removed his shirts, showing off not only Dean’s beautiful upper body, but also the perfectly intact anti-possession tattoo.
“Dean would never do this,” the angel growled. Castiel couldn’t deny any longer that this was Dean’s body at least. But Dean sending Sam to Hell and trapping his angel was so far out of his norm that even though the tattoo seemed untouched, it couldn’t have been Dean. The older Winchester was too stubborn and self-sacrificing to ever willingly let harm come to his brother and his angel, even under coercion. This had to be some kind of possession the tattoo did not ward against, but what?
“There are a lot of things that I wouldn’t do. But I would like to.” Dean keeps stripping off his clothes, his eyes never leaving Castiel. There’s a hunger in them that concerns the angel. They look like the eyes of a predator and Castiel is not used to being prey, particularly not to a human, not even this one. He is an Angel of the Lord after all.
Even still, he cannot tear his eyes from the scene unfolding before him.
Dean’s body is now bare before him, completely unashamed of the interest it was showing. The angel’s mind couldn’t help but fill with unholy thoughts. “Like what you see?” the hunter teases, advancing on the angel.
The angel takes a few steps back and finds a pole against his back. Not just a pole-a large wooden cross that as soon as he makes contact with, seems to draw him in and before he can move away, he’s chained to the cross. Manacles attach to his wrists and bring them out to the arms of the cross. Chains wrap around his ankles, dragging them behind the cross and securing them so he cannot move. The position leaves his chest and hips pushed forward and he realizes that he too is bare now. He tries to focus his grace on escaping this but finds it weakened. He shakes his chains defiantly and glares out at his captor. “Release me,” he grits out.
“I’ve got you now, my pretty boy angel. I’m not letting you fly away this time. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. You were so glorious and powerful, and you believed I was worth saving. You believe it still. Cas, let me show you how grateful I am.” The hunter gets on his knees in front of him, lips slightly parted and bright green eyes staring up almost shyly at his angel. He places his hands on the angel’s hips and caresses them lovingly, almost worshiping them.
The angel involuntarily closes his eyes at the touch. Ever since his vessel’s soul had gone to Heaven, leaving him alone in this body, the sensations were amplified. And he couldn’t deny that he had imagined Dean thanking him like this. But this wasn’t really Dean he reminded himself. His eyes opened again and his body tensed. “Dean, no-don’t do this, please.”
“Cas, I know you want this. You’ve wanted me to do this for a long time but you never pushed me. I’m not good with talking about my feelings. Let me show you instead.” Those full lips parted around the angel’s cock as he began to lick at the sensitive head. The hunter’s tongue finds the slit and Castiel can’t stifle the gasp that escapes him.
“Stop! Please don’t do this. Please,” the angel begged. Green eyes stared up at him as he watched his entire length disappear through those sinful lips. He had to look away. This violation would have been easier to bear if black eyes stared up at him but the hunter’s eyes remained green. He had imagined this too, but not like this. Even still, his traitorous body welcomed the feel of that wet velvety heat enveloping him. The desire to buck his hips forward and claim that mouth he’d always wanted was growing. The hunter’s cheeks hollowed as he applied suction, cupping the angel’s balls as he bobbed his head up and down, licking the shaft as he moved. It was almost too much to bear.
Castiel finds himself gripping the chains that bind him, willing himself to keep still. He looks away, tries to meditate, something, anything to keep his mind off what his body was feeling and the man who was making him feel this way. He seemed to relish forcing moans out of the angel’s lips. He was trying to break through the angel’s self-control. He wanted to reduce him to quivering heap.
Castiel could not let him win. But the man didn’t fight fair. The delicious feeling of being down the hunter’s throat was threatening to undo him. One hand alternated between touching his balls and rubbing his pubic bone. The other snaked behind the angel, caressing and squeezing the firm muscles of his ass before reaching his puckered entrance.
A suddenly slick finger circled the hole before plunging inside, causing the angel to buck violently into the hunter’s mouth. The hunter pulled back a bit and began to hum as he smirked around the angel’s cock, bobbing his head along the shaft, all the while continuing to probe his hole and fondle his balls. The line between Heaven and Hell had never been finer than this moment.
The sensations were incredible, causing Castiel to cry out in bliss with the hunter’s every movement. Dean’s ministrations were as amazing as Cas had imagined them to be. But this wasn’t really Dean. Dean couldn’t appear out of nowhere or magically slick himself up. That cut through the haze of pleasure that he had sunk into.
The man seemed to notice. With an obscene pop, he pulled off and his hands moved to gently grip the angel’s hips. “What’s the matter, Cas? Aren’t you enjoying yourself? Or rather, enjoying me?”
The angel did not deign to reply. “I guess I’m just going to have to step up my game then,” the hunter said as he started to turn around. He bent forward to rest on one elbow as he spread his knees further apart, treating the angel to a very revealing view of the man’s entrance as he began to work himself open. First one finger working in and out, then two scissoring him open. When a third slipped in, the angel was moaning at the sight despite himself. “Cas…” Dean moaned as he impaled himself on his fingers.
It would be a lie to say the angel was unaffected by this. But as much as he was aroused, he was repulsed. This wasn’t Dean, as much as he wanted it to be. Whatever sinister force was compelling Dean to do these things seemed to know how much the angel cared for the man. By perverting his fantasies, something might be breaking inside the angel. Cas wanted it to really be Dean moaning his name as he prepared himself. Caught up longing for his real hunter, Cas didn’t see the hunter get off his hands and knees. A hand on his cock brought the angel back to the current situation. Dean was bent over before him, gently guiding Cas’s cock into his loosened entrance.
The angel wept.
“No, not like this,” he begged. But his plea fell on deaf ears. He felt himself being eased deeper until he was buried to the hilt and Dean stilled. That moment of stillness felt longer than Castiel’s existence. He was willing what came next not to happen but it did. Dean, no not Dean-the man began to move. He began to experiment as much as he could with Cas’s bound position. He shifted angles and changed speeds for a long while, seeking for the spot that would make him cry out. When he found it, he pursued it relentlessly, using Castiel to hit it every time. His orgasm came swiftly and violently and he was calling out the angel’s name as he spurted. Coming down from his own high, he had no more distractions from forcing the angel to the edge. He ground mercilessly into him.
“C’mon, Cas. Come for me, please. Fill me up and make me yours.” It was too much. He had won. The orgasm he had forced out of the angel was intense. Cas indeed filled up the hunter’s hole and it filled him with shame. Something so wrong shouldn’t have felt that good.
The man straightened up, letting the angel’s spent cock fall from his ass and he turned around.
“I love you, Cas. I always have.” And with that, he locked lips with the angel, kissing him passionately and making his head spin. Castiel, Heaven help him, kissed back with equal fervor.
When they were done, darkness enveloped Castiel and his eyes closed involuntarily.
He came to sometime later. Someone was yelling his name and shaking him. He was still bare, but he was lying on a cold hard floor. His head hurt too much to open his eyes.
“Cas, buddy! Damnit! Cas, wake up please. Please wake up, Cas. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me alone, Cas. Cas!”
“Dean?” he said as he hesitantly opened his eyes.
“Cas!” Dean hugged him, careful to avoid contact of either of their privates. “Are you alright? What happened?”
Cas cocked his head to the side, confused. There was no time to think on what had happened. Something had changed. He looked around. The wooden cross was gone but the holy fire remained. Their clothes were also nowhere to be found. Green eyes looked at him in concern.
“Dean, Sam is dead.”
“No!” the forlorn look in his eyes was unmistakable. Shock, anger, and grief were warring in those bright green eyes. “What do you mean Sammy’s dead?!” The angel just stared at him. “Cas, you have to bring him back.”
“I will, Dean. I will save us all.”
AN: In this chapter, Castiel realizes that some unknown dark force has taken over Dean and his body (despite the anti-possession tattoo) so he can’t use his angel blade or smiting powers because that would kill the hunter. Dark!Dean takes advantage of Cas’s inability to escape or harm him and does some very non-consensual things to his poor tortured angel after he traps Castiel in the warehouse. Dark!Dean gives Cas things he might have wanted, but in a way that he never wanted at all, leaving the angel broken and confused. But one thing is clear, Castiel’s chosen duty to save and protect Dean, whatever the cost, remains.
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