A/Ns: Inspired by gif sets on Tumblr: post/37985962705
and post/48956827730
Warnings overall: Dub/Con, dark themes, dominant!Dean, (somewhat) submissive!Cas, minor character deaths, more than likely blasphemy and desecration, probably more as I figure it out more.
This chapter has violence and minor character deaths. Very minor blood play?
- Chapter One -
Galatians 6:2
The cold, brisk winter air swept over Father Castiel's face and the man pulls the collar of his beige over coat up with his free hand. The other is currently preoccupied with a few essential groceries from the grocery slash gas station several blocks down the road from the church. Despite the pleas from his brothers and sisters of the church to go in the morning rather than late at night, Castiel told them he would be careful and would be back quickly.
Then, he was so determined to go that he didn't bother to check the time and mentally blocked out the dangers of their neighborhood. There have been far too many shootings and muggings in the past year, let alone the past week that should have immediately deterred the youngest father from leaving the protection of the church walls. Castiel felt slightly safer once inside the store, but it wasn't enough to calm him nerves completely. The odd stares he received from the others probably didn't help.
Now thinking over things more clearly, coming out tonight isn't one of his brightest ideas. Now he's back on the road, by himself, at well past midnight, in one of the roughest neighborhoods in the city, and he can't help but wonder what drove him to such an insane act that is completely unlike him.
He's pulled from his thoughts when he passes and alleyway and hears what is undeniably someone being beaten. Castiel knows the safest choice is to keep walking, or at least go to the closest phone and call the police, but neither is the one he decides to do. Everything is clear to him now. His strange behavior was God guiding him to someone in need, and Castiel can't walk away. Castiel is suddenly filled with a strong purpose now, and any unease and nervousness is gone.
Bear another one's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Standing up tall, Castiel confidently strides down the alley. His actions do not go unnoticed, however. Castiel can see one of the two attackers turn around to face him, but it does nothing to slow the Father down.
"What the hell?" The other attacker is distracted by his accomplice's sudden comment, and looks over to see Castiel approaching them.
Both attackers appear to be middle aged men wearing worn jeans, with flannel overshirts and heavy work boots. If Castiel was the sort of person to judge by appearances, he would more likely place these men as farmers rather than common muggers.
Once at a close enough distance, Castiel can actually make out one of the men. "Mr. Creaser?" It's one of the churches parishioners. "What is going on here?"
Martin Creaser stands up and the father can see dark stains on the man's shirt, and as much as Castiel doesn't want to admit it, it looks a lot like blood. "Father, you shouldn't be here."
Castiel can't believe his eyes or ears, and he can't help but fume at the behavior transpiring before him. He narrows his eyes at Martin, "No. You should not be here. You should not be doing," Then the father gestures to behind his parishioner and does nothing to disguise his disgust, "this."
For the first time, Castiel can see the victim, though he can't make out much from here and the state of the man's face. There's blood everywhere, and it looks like the others have spent some time inflicting damage to the poor man's face. Father Castiel's go wide at the sight and he drops his groceries as he speeds to the victim's side.
Martin rushes forward and holds Castiel back, "What are you doing, Martin? This man needs medical attention!"
"No, Father." Martin shakes his head and continues holding Castiel back, "This demon needs to be sent back to the depths of hell from where it came."
Castiel stares at Martin dumbstruck, but quickly hides it and looks at Martin as calmly as he can, "Martin. I think you and your friend may also need some medical help." Martin shakes his head like the father isn't quite understanding something, but Castiel continues, "I know someone who may be able to help you. He helped Sister Anna-"
The father is cut off by a horrible laugh he can only describe as being from the devil himself and a choking sound.
"I'm afraid he's going to need more than a shrink when I get through with him, angel."
Martin and Castiel turn to see the victim holding the other attacker down on his knees by his throat with a smile so wicked that has Father Castiel instinctively reaching for his rosary. The victim, though that's hardly an accurate description at this point, is even taller than Castiel and his face no longer has the same swelling or bruises it did mere moments before. Blood is still covering his face and the entire front of his shirt, but looks as if the mess doesn't bother him in the least. Not only that, but his outfit doesn't differ much from the other two. The only difference is the leather jacket he wears over the flannel overshirt. He's much younger than Martin and his friend and taller than even Castiel. He's not sure if it's a trick of the light, and this is the part that nearly sends shivers down his spine, but Castiel is fairly certain that the man's eyes are a solid, pitch black. There's not even a trace of light being reflected in them.
There's a loud crunch and there's no mistaking what happened when the man kneeling crumples to the ground. "Travis!" Martin is furious, but he continues holding Castiel back. Castiel can sense that Martin wants to run to his friend's side, however useless it would be at this point, but he stands stiffly just in front of Castiel.
The demon shrugs and kicks Travis' lifeless body to the side, "What? He started it." He blinks and the dark, empty voids suddenly look human and are staring intently at Castiel, "Well, look at this lost little lamb."
Martin starts pushing Castiel away towards the entrance, "Get back to the church, and don't look back."
Castiel is too entranced though, he can't seem to pull his eyes away from the demon slowly walking towards them. There's something about the demon's eyes that draws the father in. He knows he should look away, he needs to run, but his legs won't move.
That wicked grin is back, and this time Castiel knows it's being directed at him. "I really should thank you. If you hadn't shown up, these two sons of bitches might have actually been a problem." The demon takes his thumb and wipes a fair amount of the blood covering his chin, "which would be really embarrassing considering the only reason they got the one up on me because they caught me with my pants down." He finally breaks eye contact with the father and pauses his approach as he starts looking around, "Speaking of which… where did that dirty whore go?" He blinks again, and his eyes return to that solid, inky color and Castiel is certain the demon is staring at him again. "Oh, well. I'm sure I can find someone else to pass the time with."
The father is still being pushed away by Martin's persistence. "I said get out of here, you stupid bastard!"
Martin's shouting has somehow broken Castiel from his trance, and the father looks over at his parishioner and then back at the demon. "I can't leave you here alone with this monster."
The demon has a mock look of hurt at Castiel's comment, but the grin that follows shows Castiel just how truly bothered the demon is.
"Besides, I feel responsible for what has happened to your friend." Castiel frowns wondering how everything turned out this way.
"First, he wasn't a friend. We both know the risks of the job. Second, you wanna help? You get your holy ass back to the church and warn the others. The only chance we had against this asshole was to catch him off guard." Castiel opens his mouth to interrupt, but Martin cuts him off, "And before you start blaming yourself again, you're no hunter and you just did what any normal and decent human being would have done. Not your damn fault that he turned out to be a damn demon being dealt with by a couple of hunters."
Castiel would normally make some sort of comment on all the vulgar words being said by his current company, but given the circumstances he can't say he's surprised. His hand feels wet, and when he looks down he sees that he did manage to fish out his rosary and he's been clutching it so hard that it's cut well into his skin. Blood drips down onto the cracked concrete, and Castiel quickly wraps the beaded necklace into his uninjured hand and pockets it. He gives one last look to Martin, who glances over at him and nods at the father, and Castiel turns and starts running.
The demon's head perks up and his smile fades. He starts walking towards the entrance of the alleyway to pursue the father, but is cut off by Martin. The demon's eyes narrow at the hunter, "You really think you're going to stop me?"
"No, but I'm sure as hell gonna try."
Castiel's only been running for a few minutes, but his chest is tight and his mind is swimming. He needs to get help quickly or Martin Creaser may die, if he isn't already.
"Dean…" Martin is making one last attempt to get through, but it's hard with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat. "For the love of God, fight it."
The demon's, Dean's, lip twitches in disgust, "God?" He shouts the name and crushes Martin's neck with a loud crack, and tosses him to the side to join his fellow hunter. "You know me better than that, Martin. I gave up on that long before this."
Dean stares at the motionless bodies a moment before heading back to the entrance to the alley. As he's walking he catches sight of an out of place patch of wet blood and then he remembers the father clutching his precious rosary tightly in his left hand. He pokes his index and middle finger in the thick, red liquid and brings it up to his nose. It's definitely not Martin's or Travis.' Dean's vicious smile is back full force and he brings his fingers down to his lips, licking the coppery fluid from his fingers. "I've got your scent now little lamb. You can't hide from me now."
He's got a taste now, and Dean wants more.
A/Ns: Short chapter to kind of set everything up. Hopefully they will be longer from now on.
