Dean leaned in, his voice heavy and menacing, and obnoxious leer on his face as he leaned in, his lips barely hovering over Castiel’s, eyes seeing through him, seeing the lust as it thundered and roared in his head, in his heart.
“ I would beg him to fuck me…I’d get down on my hands and knees and we’d fuck in the blood of all those souls I sliced and diced – I would plead to suck his cock, I’d suck him all fucking day –”
“ Stop…Dean –”
“ I was so damned good at it, such a willing, fucking slut for him and any demon that would wave their dick at me – you get me? That’s why you need me, why you see me – though why you want the sloppy seconds of a demon –”
Castiel slapped him, disgusted and fascinated with the image of Dean, layered in gore on his knees in front of Alistair, those full lips opening wide to take Alistair’s dick, his tongue, his fingers –
Dean’s head rocked with the force of the blow, a pained groan escaping him as he slid slightly, caught only by the pressure of Castiel’s hips against him, one hand still pinning him to the wall; his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he regained his equilibrium. The angel stared at his handprint against the shadowed plane of the man’s cheek, bright and shocking in the dim slash of light spilling though the window – regret churning in his gut even as disgust, rage and want warred for control.
Dean gave him the cocky Winchester grin, his eyes glittering with sick excitement and a deep knowing, chin smeared with blood, coating his teeth. He looked feral, beautiful and insane – and Castiel found he only wanted him more.
“ That get you off, Castiel? Cause I can do that, too – take the pain with the pleasure. Sometimes, they would whip me before they fucked me –”
“ Stop it –”
“ – the feel of the blade against me, point of it just so across my throat - the taste of blood in my mouth as they took me against the Rack, the walls, all four on the floor –”
“ Stop it!!” Castiel thundered, horrified and close to weeping. He took a step back, dropping Dean’s wrists as though burned, hands coming up to hide his face from that look of loathing and lust that twisted Dean’s features into something alien and wrong. “ Stop this, Dean – you won’t get me to hurt you, to let you die –”
“ I’m a monster, Cas,” Sneered, determined but oddly soft. “ You should have left me in the Pit – but I can help you, rectify your mistake, you might say –”
“ No –”
Too late. In a flash, the gun was out, his other hand splayed against Castiel’s chest, pushing him away gently, the muzzle of the weapon pressed under Dean’s chin, safety off before Cas could blink. The angel froze, fear flooding his mouth with the greasy taste of dank metal, unsure who was faster – him or Dean’s trigger finger.
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Dean leaned in, his voice heavy and menacing, and obnoxious leer on his face as he leaned in, his lips barely hovering over Castiel’s, eyes seeing through him, seeing the lust as it thundered and roared in his head, in his heart.
“ I would beg him to fuck me…I’d get down on my hands and knees and we’d fuck in the blood of all those souls I sliced and diced – I would plead to suck his cock, I’d suck him all fucking day –”
“ Stop…Dean –”
“ I was so damned good at it, such a willing, fucking slut for him and any demon that would wave their dick at me – you get me? That’s why you need me, why you see me – though why you want the sloppy seconds of a demon –”
Castiel slapped him, disgusted and fascinated with the image of Dean, layered in gore on his knees in front of Alistair, those full lips opening wide to take Alistair’s dick, his tongue, his fingers –
Dean’s head rocked with the force of the blow, a pained groan escaping him as he slid slightly, caught only by the pressure of Castiel’s hips against him, one hand still pinning him to the wall; his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he regained his equilibrium. The angel stared at his handprint against the shadowed plane of the man’s cheek, bright and shocking in the dim slash of light spilling though the window – regret churning in his gut even as disgust, rage and want warred for control.
Dean gave him the cocky Winchester grin, his eyes glittering with sick excitement and a deep knowing, chin smeared with blood, coating his teeth. He looked feral, beautiful and insane – and Castiel found he only wanted him more.
“ That get you off, Castiel? Cause I can do that, too – take the pain with the pleasure. Sometimes, they would whip me before they fucked me –”
“ Stop it –”
“ – the feel of the blade against me, point of it just so across my throat - the taste of blood in my mouth as they took me against the Rack, the walls, all four on the floor –”
“ Stop it!!” Castiel thundered, horrified and close to weeping. He took a step back, dropping Dean’s wrists as though burned, hands coming up to hide his face from that look of loathing and lust that twisted Dean’s features into something alien and wrong. “ Stop this, Dean – you won’t get me to hurt you, to let you die –”
“ I’m a monster, Cas,” Sneered, determined but oddly soft. “ You should have left me in the Pit – but I can help you, rectify your mistake, you might say –”
“ No –”
Too late. In a flash, the gun was out, his other hand splayed against Castiel’s chest, pushing him away gently, the muzzle of the weapon pressed under Dean’s chin, safety off before Cas could blink. The angel froze, fear flooding his mouth with the greasy taste of dank metal, unsure who was faster – him or Dean’s trigger finger.
*Cackles wickedly*