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Perdition	By : WinterWolf Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“We have to get out of here,” Castiel growled.
“How about some pants first? We can’t just walk out buck –ass naked -unless that’s your thing now, angel. Kinky,” the hunter chuckled lightly, seemingly unaware of what had happened. Dean was resorting to his usual humor to deflect from just how uncomfortable he was. He was trying to hide his nudity from the angel who had remade him. Castiel just stood there unabashed of his natural state, staring at Dean, making the man very self-conscious. “Would you quit staring, Cas? Dudes don’t look at other dudes when they’re naked ok? How did we even get like this?”
Castiel tried out his grace and discovered it worked to clothe them. The angel stared hard into Dean’s eyes for a moment more. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
Dean paused to consider this, breaking their eye contact. “We were on a hunt. Chopped the heads off a small nest of vamps. Piece of cake after purgatory, man. I don’t remember anything after that.” He met the angel’s eyes again “How did- how did Sammy die, Cas?” The pain in his eyes made the angel cringe. Nothing he could do short of resurrecting Sam would redeem Cas in Dean’s eyes now. He knew that and the failure to protect his charges burned painfully in his tight chest.
“I… I don’t really know. You disappeared before my eyes and I couldn’t find you. You disappeared without a trace. I went to look for Sam but there was no trace of him either. His body appeared in a morgue after a few days. The spinal column had been severed by a knife to the back. His soul had already left his body. There was nothing I could do then.” Cas looked away from the hunter’s unforgiving stare, ashamed. “I raised him from perdition once. I can do it again,” the angel promised as he turned back to the hunter.
“Again? What do you mean again? How is Sammy in perdition? There’s no way my brother is in Hell!” Dean yelled.
“My mistake, Dean. I’m not sure where Sam’s soul is. I merely meant that we can get him back.”
“Yeah, ok. Let’s get out of here,” Dean said gruffly. He located a fire alarm and tried it out. It worked, extinguishing the flames and freeing the angel. “C’mon, Cas. I want Baby back.”
The Impala was exactly where Dean and Cas had left it on the hunt during which Dean had disappeared so Cas took them back there with his angel mojo. The fact that Dean remained silent instead of complaining about travelling that way made Cas uncomfortable. They got in the Impala and drove off. At least back at the Bunker they could formulate a plan and Dean could see Sam’s body for himself, as Cas had taken it there from the morgue and placed it in stasis so that it would be ready if they could return Sam’s soul.
“Dean, there’s something I need to tell you,” the angel hesitated, unsure of how to broach the topic of his possession with the hunter.
Glancing over, Dean could see the nervousness radiating off the angel. It was not unlike the time he had taken the angel to a “den of iniquity” and Cas had gotten them thrown out.
“Talk to me, angel.”
“How do you feel?”
Dean looked over at him confused. Normally he would have responded snarkily but he was concerned about his friend. “Sammy’s dead, and you’re sweating bullets and you’re asking me how I feel?” he asked incredulously.
“It is not possible to sweat bullets.” The angel returned his confused look.
“It just means you’re really nervous. What happened, Cas?”
“You don’t remember anything at all?”
“Nope, nothing.” He turned away. He didn’t seem to be lying.
Castiel paused, unsure how to continue. “Dean, I believe you were possessed.”
“Cas, buddy, that’s not possible. I have an anti-possession tattoo.” Dean looked worried. Cas could see him turning the thought around in his head. He was missing memories and probably didn’t know what to believe about what had happened since his disappearance.
“I might be able to access your buried memories about what happened after you disappeared. It will not be… pleasant but it may help us locate Sam’s soul.”
“Let me guess, you mess up and I become a meat bomb all over the walls of the Bunker?” The angel just stared at him grimly. “Alright, just don’t screw up.” Dean turned back to the road, floored the accelerator and turned up the music.
After a few more hours drive, they arrived at the Bunker.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Dean growled, sitting down in a wooden armchair as soon as they got inside.
“This will hurt.” Castiel looked the hunter in the eyes sadly.
“Just do it.”
Castiel undid his belt hesitantly, and placed it in Dean’s mouth as the hunter gripped the arms of the chair. The angel admired his lips around the leather for a moment before remembering what had happened in the warehouse. He repressed a shudder and began to focus on the task at hand. He reached out to touch Dean’s soul through his chest. As soon as he touched the man, he gasped and recoiled.
He could feel all of Dean’s pain. Pain he caused. He could sense all the soreness and tenderness in Dean’s intimate places. Castiel realized that Dean had never been with another man before. Even though he had been stretched, Cas was still rather sizable below the belt. Even if Dean remembered nothing, he still felt the after effects of what had happened. Cas filled with shame once more.
Dean took the belt out of his mouth. “What the hell, Cas?”
“I-I felt your pain.”
Dean blushed a bit. He might have muttered something about aliens and probes but Cas wasn’t listening. The scene from the warehouse was replaying in his mind.
Before either of them really realized what was happening, Castiel had his hand on Dean’s soul. Touched without warning as it was, Dean should have been screaming in pain. To both of their shock, quite the opposite happened. Feelings of warmth, safety and pleasure enveloped them both until the memories started resurfacing.
First was a replay of their hunt. As Dean beheaded the last vampire in the room, the body hit the ground, dropping a pendant. Dean picked it up and a glowing black energy seeped into his skin from the object. He was panicking. It felt from his fingers and shattered. Dean’s eyes glowed black and he smiled. He was trying so hard to fight it. That was when Cas came in. They locked eyes and Dean disappeared.
He reappeared silently behind Sam, who was on a hunt of his own and stabbed him in the back. Sam’s dying eyes were wide in disbelief as his brother’s face smirked down at him as the light faded from his eyes. Dean’s eyes were green but Sam wasn’t fooled in his dying moments. Dean was a prisoner in his own mind, unable to do anything but scream and rage, beg and cry out. The thing possessing Dean kicked the corpse and spat on it. He stole the soul from the body before the reapers could get it and placed it in one of Hell’s worst torture chambers, similar to the one his brother had been in during his time in Hell.
“What have you done to Dean?” Sam’s soul gritted out once it was suspended.
“I’ve made him into what he was always meant to be-one of us. Not the Michael sword. No, Dean Winchester belongs to Hell. The Righteous Man, bah. He was always a monster. He always knew it too. That’s why he’s such a good hunter. He knows what he is. And he knows he doesn’t deserve to be saved. This is his fate. Not even that pretty angel can save him from this. Possessed or not, we will always own him, body and soul.”
Dean wanted to deny it but the thing using his voice was right. He knew he was a monster and didn’t deserve to be saved. He killed his own brother and was helpless as this unknown force tormented his soul.
“You aren’t a normal demon. Who are you?!” Sam demanded.
“Your worst nightmare” was all the answer he got before the true tortures began. Sam’s screams echoed throughout Hell. Dean’s cell phone could barely be heard above the noise. He answered it and followed the signal straight to that warehouse in Detroit, subtly laying traps as he did. It was too easy to trap the angel. He wanted it to be Dean so badly he didn’t spare a moment’s thought to his own safety. HellH
Dean wanted to warn Cas to fly away but he couldn’t. He listened to the words coming out of his mouth but he had no control over his voice or his body. He could see how affected Cas was by this wanton display. Bound as he was, he was just as much a captive as Dean. Dean felt so sorry for his angel as he witnessed Cas’ torment. He wanted so much to comfort the angel and let him know he didn’t blame him for what was happening. He could see him trying not to take him or hurt him when that became impossible. Dean was astonished at his friend’s actions, trying to be so strong through such a horrible situation.
Dean’s consciousness realized at that moment how good his body felt. He absently wondered if Cas felt good too before he remembered that this thing in control of him was using his body to rape them both. Dean felt a little sick.
Even still he couldn’t separate himself from the experience. It was torture that it felt so good but yet it was so wrong. It was driving Dean insane. He waited for it to end.
He wasn’t expecting that kiss though. It was like Cas meant it, trying to apologize for the violation and yet also unashamed of wanting it. It confused Dean. Dean sensed the thing putting Cas to sleep and a sense of fear overtook him. What was it going to do to Cas? It had killed Sammy and tortured him in Hell. Why was it keeping Cas alive?
Dean swore he could hear evil laughter as darkness overtook him too.
He awoke not remembering anything but feeling like his ass had been abused. It was sore and slick and Dean didn’t want to think to hard about what had happened to him. He was naked, and as he looked around, he discovered Cas, still sleeping, was too and that they were in an abandoned warehouse with a perimeter of holy fire circling the room. The image of the warehouse distorted as Dean’s awareness came back to the Bunker and Cas’ hand on his soul.
The first thing he realized was that Cas had a huge dark spot on the front of his trousers. The second thing he realized was that he did too. They stared at each other in shock before the angel pulled away.
“No, Cas, wait!” Dean caught the angel by the shoulder and turned him back around. The blank look on his face made Dean want to hit him, just to get a reaction out of him but he knew that hitting the angel would only hurt him.
Dean, overwhelmed by the emotions of seeing his possession and what he had done to his friend, did the only thing he knew would get the angel to react. He kissed him hard on the lips, trying to duplicate the feeling he had felt from their kiss in the warehouse.
Cas kissed back with equal fervor for a moment, his lips and tongue battling with Dean's for dominance but then his eyes widened in realization. He pushed away and disappeared without a word.
Dean cursed.
A sudden sharp pain in his hand caused him to cry out. Before he could react any further, he realized he was back in his mind, possessed once more. His black-eyed reflection was smirking at him.
“Cas” was the last thing Dean thought.
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