The Corruptions of a Supernatural World

The Corruptions of a Supernatural World is essentially just a collection of one-shot fanfics written by me, Corrupted Desires, and based in some way on the television show Supernatural. Each one-shot will have its own title, summary, warnings, spoiler alerts and other information at the beginning of each chapter. Because of the contents of some of the one-shots, the entire collection is being rated M for safety reasons. Oh yeah… I'm also allergic to betas, so don't expect anything too grand from my writing. Thank you and enjoy the collection! –Corrupted Desires

Disclaimer:I don't own anything Supernatural. I also most likely won't bother writing a disclaimer in any other chapter, so this applies to all one-shots within this collection.

Title: What if Castiel did mention the profound bond?

Spoilers: up to and including 4x10

Warnings: Mentions of Het, Mentions of Slash (kind of/not really), Mentions of Interspecies Bonding (angel/human), Maybe 2 bad words, Character Death, Non-Con…

Pairings: Anna/Dean, Castiel/Dean

Summary: Anna has overstepped her bounds… And Castiel is pissed.

Dean, I know…

Those words seared into Dean's brain in a way that made his body want to recoil as if exposed to acidic bile. He thought he was going to puke… "Anna, I don't w-want to, uh…"

About you…

"I don't want to…"

What you did in Hell…

His stomach churned, his body rebelling while his mind flashed to images he tried to keep buried. "I can't talk about that."

I know…

As his brain and body was still trying to come to terms with the fact that Anna knew… That she had heard on Angel-Radio… That the angels were talking about his time in Hell… She was still talking, and he had no clue what she had said. And then suddenly her lips were on his and she tasted like ash, and blood, and gore, and everything his memories of the pit were telling him, memories she had brought to the surface, was flooding into his mouth as he screamed on the rack, as he tore his own blade into other souls, as his soul turned black and withered…

Dean pulled back, confused. "What was that for?"

And then Anna offered something else, a life preserver in the sea of red staining his memories, something to do other than talk about Hell… And he jumped on it, because he couldn't talk about Hell and he'd do anything to not have to speak about it.

It was wrong. It didn't feel right, so it could only have been wrong. But Dean's mind was telling him that if he didn't do this, then she'd try to get him to talk about Hell. And he couldn't do that, so he had to do this… And he saw her pause, saw her look at his shoulder, where the handprint was scarring his flesh, the skin still raised in blisters. And his stomach churned anew with how wrong it felt, how wrong this was…

He didn't want this.

The moment her hand touched the burn on his shoulder, Dean felt his soul lurch in his body. Before Hell he hadn't been so aware of his soul, but ever since his return he knew it was there, he could feel it. And now his soul was cringing away from a place where it had once curled against, leaning on the mark as if comforted by the scar. His soul didn't want Anna touching that spot…

Dean furrowed his brows and he gave Anna a confused look as his soul cried out and his intestines twisted with the sudden, intense urge to vomit. She returned his look, not seeing the turmoil in his face and in his eyes. Instead she leaned forward to kiss him and, for a moment, Dean was positive he was going to be sick right on her face. And then, suddenly, blessedly, she was gone!

It took a moment for Dean's brain to register the fact that Anna really was gone and that, not only was she gone, but that she had screamed as she was suddenly jerked off of his body and completely out of the Impala. He scrambled up, moving to the car door in time to see a familiar trench-coated figure stalking toward where a half-naked Anna was sprawled. Anna gave a pained groan, attempting to pick herself up off the ground some thirty feet away from the car.

Brain switching tracks, Dean hastened to pull on his boxers. He nearly fell over himself getting out of the car and then almost tripped over one of his own boots that had fallen out of the car when the door had been opened. "Cas!"

His shout went ignored. Castiel continued to stalk toward Anna who had finally gotten to her feet and was backing away from the angel with a look that was… He couldn't process what Anna's face was trying to convey, but it didn't seem like she was afraid.

If he had to say what she looked like right now, he'd say she was… Smug.

"Cas! You can't do this!" He finally reached the angel, gripping Castiel's arm and trying to prevent him from getting any closer to Anna. "Its wrong! You can't kill her just because she remembers being an angel, because she's on Angel-Radio!"

Castiel paused, turning a look toward Dean that had Dean releasing his arm with a gasp. The trench-coated angel's face was so filled with fury and hate that he looked far more demonic than any angel had a right to look. And, though he was surprised by the look, Dean was somehow certain that nothing in that particular expression was directed at him!

He soldiered on. "You can't kill her just because Heaven tells you to!" From the corner of his eye he saw Anna trying to edge away from where Castiel and he were standing. Hoping to distract the enraged angel, Dean continued. "It isn't right and you know it, Cas!"

"This isn't about Heaven's order, Dean."

Holy Hell! Castiel had growled that out so deeply that Dean felt his soul shudder in time to the vibration of Castiel's voice, just barely constrained to the vocal abilities of his vessel. It actually took a moment, and Castiel's eyes leaving him to pin Anna in place again, for the words to register.

"What do you mean this isn't about Heaven's order?" Dean's tone was incredulous. "If you're not here to kill her because Heaven said so, why are you attacking her?"

"Why don't you ask Anna?" Castiel gritted out, moving a hand to hold the frail seeming angel-turned-human in place. "Anna, do you care to share with Dean why I'm here? You are fully aware of the reason."

Dean, unable to help himself, turned to look at Anna. She was still mostly unclothed, wearing just her bra, and the sight of her pale, thin body caused his soul to cringe again, turning his stomach in revolt. Once he was certain he wasn't going to hurl, he spoke. "Anna?"

Despite the angel glaring death at her and the human's confused inquiry, Anna did not answer Dean. She didn't even try to cover herself from their eyes, instead standing there defiantly. Her face was a mask of smug superiority that she kept fixed on Castiel before speaking venomously at the angel. "I did it because I could, you pathetic excuse for a warrior."

Shocked at not only her tone but also her words, Dean's jaw dropped.

Castiel's jaw tensed before he strode purposefully over to the redhead and backhanded her violently, knocking her back down to the ground. The sound of her jawbone cracking from the force of the blow was muffled only by her cry of pain, a cry that was quickly twisted into an insane sounding laugh that drowned out Dean's horrified shout of "Cas!"

Spitting out blood, Anna turned a hateful look toward Castiel. "What's the matter, brother? Are you upset because I touched your mate when you're too much of a coward to claim him yourself?"

Dean's brain short-circuited in less than point-two seconds. His mind stuck on one word, repeating it over and over… Mate… Mate… Mate…

Castiel's MATE!

"What the Hell!" He reengaged, just in time to see Castiel's retaliation for Anna's venom-filled words.

The angel had Anna by her throat, holding her above the ground, hand clenched so tightly around her throat that his knuckles were as white as her skin. She was clawing at his arm, shredding the sleeve of his trench coat, and trying to gasp for breath in his iron grip. Her feet lashed out, toes breaking against the steel solidity of his immovable legs. A flash of lightning showed the shadows of wings spread aggressively behind Castiel as the sharp crack of thunder pierced the air. And then Castiel spoke, his voice firm and carrying the tone of one commanding all of Heaven, Earth and Hell to hear and obey.

"I, Castiel, Warrior of God, do hereby bring judgment upon the being currently known as Anna Milton by Rite of Celestial Bond for her transgressions against my bonded."

Dean could only watch, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as Castiel appeared to be strangling the life out of Anna right in front of him. He was frozen in place as she continued to somehow draw enough breath to continue fighting the angel's grip. He was vaguely aware of other beings appearing in the area, standing in stoic observation, apparently drawn by Castiel's declaration, and witnessing as the trench-coated angel listed Anna's transgressions…

"Anna Milton, for the transgression of intentional emotional subterfuge against a bonded human for the purpose of your own carnal pleasure, I condemn you to death." Anna's body lurched as a blinding white beam lashed out from Castiel and wrapped around her torso.

"For the transgression of causing a human soul to cower from your corrupted touch, forcing it to flee from what it saw as a sanctuary, I condemn you to eternity without the comfort of another soul." Another lash of white joined that around Anna's twisting, struggling form.

"For the transgression of refusing to acknowledge that you were causing a human soul pain and your refusal to cease your actions against that human, I condemn you to eternity within the pits of whichever level of Hell wants you." A third beam lashed around Anna's torso.

"And finally, for the transgression of attempting to force your own essence into an existing Celestial Bond… I condemn you to never again draw comfort in any form from the belief in, faith for or presence of our Father, the Lord our God." A fourth, larger beam of energy moved from Castiel to the writhing Anna, nearly obscuring her in the near-blinding light of the binds placed upon her.

Castiel pulled her closer to him, growling out his final declaration to her. "May someone have pity on you… For you are no longer a being of Heaven."

And with that final sentence, Castiel's gleaming sword materialized in his free hand. He thrust it forth, piercing Anna's flesh and into her heart even as he released his hold on her throat. With a stoic gaze, he watched as her body burst into bright red flame. A piercing scream came from her throat as the bands of light tightened around the red flame of her body, suspended on the silvery angel sword…

Then in a final flash of white, she was gone.

The other beings that had arrived to witness Castiel's judgment all took a turn at either bowing to or nodding at the angel. Once their acknowledgement of his condemnation of Anna was complete, they each vanished without so much as a word. Finally, with the last one gone, only Dean and Castiel remained in the field near the Impala.

For a long time Castiel merely stood there. His sword had vanished to wherever it went when he wasn't using it, but other than that, he remained in place. Which was a good thing all told, since Dean was still frozen in place by what he had witnessed. He couldn't think of how he was supposed to react in this situation. Fuck…

He had liked Anna. But then she had looked, and sounded, so different. And the list of transgressions Castiel had mentioned… Which surely they were true, right? Castiel liked to keep things to himself, but Dean hadn't yet found anything untrue in what Castiel had said. He didn't always like what the angel said, but wasn't that part of things that were true? And the way those other beings… Had they all been angels? Or were they something else? Witnesses? The way they had just stood aside, calmly accepting Castiel's judgment as if he had the right… Right… No, Rite. Crap, he hadn't even thought of that yet. Castiel had sounded cosmically serious when proclaiming that he was acting on a Rite… a Rite of Celestial Bond on behalf of his bonded... Dean gulped. He stumbled back a couple of steps, nearly falling, would have fallen if not for Castiel suddenly being in front of him and holding him upright with a steady grip on his shoulders.

His right hand on Dean's mark…

Dean moaned as a cleansing sensation washed over him. He felt his soul pulse with pleasure and stretch out in a body that no longer felt physically ill. He felt his soul crowding toward the mark again, drawing comfort from the contact…

"Dean, are you well?"

Dean choked a laugh at that question, one that was borderline hysterical. He jerked out of Castiel's grip, away from his touch, despite the longing pang in the core of his being. "Well? You have the nerve… Am I well! Damn it, Cas! I was trying… We were trying to keep her alive!" He didn't notice Castiel's posture stiffening as he spoke. "And then you just… BONDED! What the Hell? How could you just kill her like that, Castiel?"

"I could just kill her like that because she was violating you, Dean." Castiel's eyes had narrowed at Dean's use of his full name.

"Violating? She wasn-"

"She was making you physically ill, Dean!" Castiel raised his voice, cutting off the human's protest. "I ignored your soul's discomfort as long as I could, but when she tried to force herself into our bond, I could no longer ignore your soul's cries for help."

Dean paused, trying to process the information in a way his brain could accept. He could not deny that the entire situation with Anna had indeed made him feel sick, but that didn't mean he had wanted her dead… And apparently condemned to Hell! "You condemned her to Hell, Cas! How could you? After everything I…" He couldn't finish the thought aloud.

Castiel's expression hardened before he said, in a rather cold tone, "I let her off easy after what she tried to do. Attempting to force your way into a bond is unforgivable!"

And those words just set Dean off again. "A bond that shouldn't even exist!" He didn't notice Castiel's flinch at that, too caught up in his own ranting. "You say its unforgivable, yet you forced a bond on me, Cas? On me!"

The next thing Dean knew he was held about an inch away from Castiel's face and all he could see were the bright blue eyes of Castiel's vessel. He gasped at the sudden change; aware that Castiel's right hand was back on the mark on his shoulder. The fingers of Castiel's left hand were tangled in Dean's short hair, holding the human's head in place. When Castiel spoke, his voice firm, Dean could do nothing but see the truth in the angel's unwavering gaze.

"I have forced nothing on you. A Celestial Bond can only be initiated by the less powerful being within the bond. This is how the energy of the bond can insure that the bond is not forced. You wear the mark of our profound bond because I accepted your soul's desire for me. So do not accuse me of forcing anything!"

After a moment, Dean's trembling voice asked a single question… "Why?"

Castiel's gaze softened, as well as his voice. "It took me forty years to reach you in Hell… Did you really think I could just instantly bring you back out?" He gave his bonded a moment to comprehend what he was suggesting before giving more information. "Though most of the obstacles were gone, the path back out of Hell was not completely cleared. I cradled your soul within my Grace for three years before we made it out. We grew close during that time. After nearly two and a half years your soul called to be closer to mine… I found I could not resist. That is why your soul is comforted by my presence. It likes me…" Castiel's voice was almost vulnerable when he added, "You like me."

During Castiel's rather detail-free telling of their escape from Hell, Dean felt his soul pulse in confirmation, almost singing at being so near to Castiel's Grace. Unable to think of anything else, Dean asked, "If we're bonded, why did you not say anything? Why did you not…" He shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable. Despite this, he continued. "Why didn't you claim me?"

Briefly pressing his forehead to Dean's, Castiel finally loosened his hold, pulling back to more easily see Dean as he gave the Hunter a faint smile. "Because Dean. Your soul is ready, but you are not."

Dean felt a ridiculous amount of relief at the decidedly simple answer. Something bothered him though, so he brought it up. "But you were going to let me have sex with Anna… You said you only interfered when she messed with the bond."

The angel sighed, looking upset at the reminder. "I did not interfere sooner because on some level you did want it, Dean. You just didn't want it now and you definitely didn't want it with Anna. Had it been someone you wanted and your body and soul had not objected or been infringed upon, I would not have interfered."

Dean inhaled sharply, offended. "I'm not a cheater, Castiel!" He didn't realize how wonderfully bipolar he was being about the situation.

"I did not say you were, Dean." Castiel remained unruffled by Dean's ire. "But you are a physical being. And that is something I cannot give you."

"You… Can't?"

Castiel gave Dean a stern look. "Of course not, Dean. I do not possess a physical body and I would not abuse the trust of my vessel to use his body in such a way."

Chagrined, Dean gave Castiel a sheepish look. "Oh… Right." He felt an insane bit of relieved understanding at the difference between angelic vessel and demonic host just then. "Yeah, I guess it wouldn't be fair to him."

There was a long moment of silence between the two before Dean once again broke it. "Cas? How…" He faltered.

"Yes, Dean?" The angel prompted.

"How will I know when I'm ready?"

Castiel tilted his head slightly, lips quirking into a fond smile. "You'll know, Dean… When I no longer require a vessel for us to be together."

-Fin-

Author's Note: Specifically for this, I happened to watch the scene that spawned this story again right before it, so if some of the initial dialog is familiar, that's why, its directly from episode 4x10. I didn't like what I saw when watching that, and this fic was the result. I hope you enjoyed the first installment of "The Corruptions of a Supernatural World." I'm not sure when the next installment will be posted and, even if I made a guess, I'd most likely miss it because I suck at keeping update dates. Please review. Squee-tastic praises, constructive criticisms, curious inquiries, and flaming rants are always welcome!