Disclaimer: I own nothing, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and large television corporations such as the CW. Any and all of the following is completely fictional and fan-made.
Author's Note: I really must thank anaapenas on YouTube for the inspiration of this fan fiction. If you're unfamiliar with her work, I deeply implore you to go and check it out…. NOW!!
www (dot) youtube (dot) com / anaapenas
Out of all serious though, she does unquestionable justice to the ever lovely Dean//Castiel couple – especially with her "Bad Romance" video, which provided much of the stimulation for this story ^_^
Summary: After a peculiar night in Art Alley, Sam and Dean find their angel – changed. So much, in fact, Castiel threatens to smite Dean where he stands. Talk about a Love/Hate relationship….
– Eccentric Odium –
Castiel panted heavily as he stormed down the dark alleyway, his dress shoes splashing in a thin trail of muddy water as he went along. Hesitantly, his sapphire eyes dared to steal a glance over his shoulder – it was still coming full force. With piercing black eyes and a smug grin of the utmost certainty, it didn't even vacillate as they strode after Castiel with much stealth. Cas directed his gaze in front of him once more, stumbling on some loose trash before staggering onto a nearby run down car. He leaned against the hood of the rusty vehicle momentarily, attempting to collect his thoughts. Gasping air down hastily, the thrashing sound of his heart echoed in his ears. A certain staleness filled the air, as if cutting of the supply of oxygen itself – none too soon a devilish snicker ricocheted from the graffiti covered bricks, which lined either side of this asphalt confinement.
Castiel's eyes widened in terror as he began to stride once more, as fast as Jimmy Novak's legs would carry him. "You cannot run, Castiel," it said with clear authority, "I am always one step ahead of you."
The words burned into Cas like a red hot iron – he wasn't going to escape, not this time. God had blessed him with miracles before, but the end was inevitable now. In fact, he hadn't felt emotions like this since, since he'd been yanked from his vessel's body. Castiel had only been slightly considering disobedience then, but being forcibly taken back to Heaven had truly established fear within him. Now, he felt as though it were happening to him all over again – he was on the run for as far as he could go, but the walls were closing in, and this time there was no safe haven.
With a twist of their hand, it pulled Castiel's legs out from beneath him, causing his body to fall to the pavement below. Cas tried his best to crawl along, struggling all the way, but its grip was far too strong on him. At long last, it had finally caught up, merely standing over him with triumph gleaming in their coal eyes. "Go on," Castiel taunted, "slaughter me here, you bastard."
It bore a deep and shining smile. "You don't realize who I am, do you?" it asked patiently.
"You are blasphemous," Castiel grunted, positioning himself against the wall which lay just behind him.
"That may be," it sighed, "but I command legions, for we are many."
Castiel tilted his head in utter confusion. He continued with his mockery of before, "What of it then? You have your chance, slay me from where you stand."
Gradually it squatted down, until they were both at eye level. "Dearest angel, why would I wish to do that?" it asked sarcastically, lifting a hand to caress Cas's face, "I've something so much better that awaits you." With a firmer grip, it clenched Castiel's cheeks within its grasp forcing his jaw open ever so slightly.
Opening their own mouth, a stream of yellow light began to emulate from its lips. The light seemed to travel from one person to another in a long strand, Castiel coughing and gurgling on it as if it were poison as it entered his throat. From afar, it would've appeared as though it were kissing the angel, and suddenly there was a bright wave of light – Castiel sat motionless on the ground for a moment, watching blankly as its host dropped to the ground. Now catching a glimpse of the victim's slit wrists, it was evident that this person was dead long before it had even entered the chosen inhabitance.
Castiel arose slowly, attempting his best to stay balanced as he clutched the wall desperately for support. His legs felt extremely weak, especially in the knee area, causing him to topple over onto the asphalt once more. He let out heaving coughs, which sounded more like a small dogs bark as they emulated from him. Two small blots of oozing black combined with blood spewed from his mouth, a thick strand still clinging to his bottom lip as he choked.
Eventually, Cas was able to position his body upright once more. Tunneling his hand deep into his trench coat pockets, he retrieved a cell phone. It had become a mandatory way of communication ever since he had carved the enochian sigils into the Winchesters' ribs, though he still had not become accustomed to the small device. Hurriedly, he flipped it open, dialing Dean's phone number as fast as his fingertips would allow.
"Hello?" a tired voice answered on the other line. It sounded as though Dean had been drinking – recently, in fact, which was no surprise there.
"Dean!" Castiel gasped, pain suddenly working its way from his lungs into his throat. He coughed for a brief moment, spitting out a mouthful of goopy blood.
"Jesus Cas, is that you?!" Dean exclaimed. Castiel could hear Sam in the background asking all kinds of concerns.
He took in a large amount of air. "I need, I need help," the angel sputtered, "something's overtaking me."
"Overtaking? What the hell are you talking about?!" Dean demanded.
Castiel was about to speak, when another surge of immense pain overcame him. He wheezed into the receiver once more, "Dean!"
"Okay, okay, okay," Dean sighed desperately, "Where are you?"
"Rapid City at, at a place they call Art Alley I believe," Castiel managed to stammer.
He could hear Dean rummaging to get his coat on, on the other end. "We'll be there in ten minutes, just hold on," he said confidently.
"Alright," Castiel murmured quietly, feeling the darkness of sleep beginning to conquer him, "Dean – please hurry."
Well, that's the prologue for you – Castiel is in danger and Dean must save him… dun dun dun!! At any rate, I've just had this overwhelming desire to write some kind of dramatic and sadistic love between the two as of recently, so I hope you've enjoyed what I've made of it so far. Not to worry, A Struggle For Affection is a work in progress – I'm having a sort of writer's block at the moment =S
Please review, it is oh so very appreciated!!