Well, this, my loves, is the start of YET ANOTHER fanfiction. My muse likes to make me all crazy-like.

Title is obviously inspired by Maroon 5's awesome song, lol.

This will become a Destiel (Dean/Castiel) just so you know. It's just gonna take a bit of time to get to the good stuff ^^ Exposition and all that jazz... :)

This first chapter started out as a Cas-centric one shot... if you think you've seen it before, it's on dA and The Winchester Gospels :) The good news is that you guys get all the wonderful slashy goodness! When I get there, anywho :)

I started writing this after I watched season 1 and 2 straight through, btw.

Oh, and this is AU, I promise you. I just had to do mean things to sweet Cas... But I'll make it all better later!

WARNING. HURT CASTIEL, SLIGHT BLOOD PLAY, STRONG LANGUAGE, LUCIFER BEING A BASTARD.
You know, the usual shit.

So! Epic ANs, I know, but I felt you needed them.

Enjoy it! I did :)


"Sammy, time to get up," Dean murmured, shaking Sam's arm as I watched.

Sam looked so innocent as he slept, one arm curved under a pillow and the other curved around another pillow, cradling it to his chest like a lover. He was in a deep sleep; not a nightmare in sight at this time. His hair was tousled and sleep-mussed and, as I could tell even now, it was going to take more than his brother's gentle words to wake him up.

Dean sighed. "Sam! The hotel room is on fire!"

Sam sat straight up in bed, eyes wide and frightened.

"Sam, he was kidding. The hotel is not on fire," I assured him from my position by the window, leaning against the wall peacefully as I smiled at him.

"What the hell, Cas? Do you get off on scaring the crap out of me?" Dean asked, jumping back a foot.

I cocked my head at him. "What?"

Sam groaned, laying down and rolling over, burying his head under the covers. "Could you guys not do that this early in the morning?" he asked, his voice muffled by the blankets.

"It isn't morning, Sammy. It's noon."

"Oh."

Although it wasn't a word I used to describe any thing with any consistency, the memory that popped into my head was –without a doubt– adorable. I found a smile slowly pulling at my lips.

"Oh, Brother, do share. What part of this is amusing to you?" Lucifer purred out in my ear. I shivered in revulsion.

"Nothing," I returned coolly, my body –or, more over, my vessel– easily reminding me of the situation I was in. Certainly, there was nothing for me to find amusing about my being hung from a meat hook by a rope attached to the handcuffs around my wrists. And there was definitely nothing amusing about the beating I'd received a few minutes before, or the way that Lucifer was bleeding me –and ingesting my blood– for his personal entertainment.

The only upside I could find in my current situation was that the those soulless, empty eyes that Lucifer looked at me through were chocolate brown, not the familiar blue-green eyes of Sam Winchester. No, Lucifer was not in his true vessel, thank God, and, Heaven knew, Michael wouldn't be in his unless Dean gave in, and Dean had a will like steel.

A sharp pain told me that Lucifer was slitting my cheek open –probably with his nail, like he had been doing for the past twenty or so times– and then a warm tongue lapped at the blood.

My stomach turned something related to inside out, and I fought my urge to vomit –which was really interesting because I hadn't eaten anything.

Please, Sam, Dean. Make this worth it, I pled as I closed my eyes against the horror of my own situation.

Just in time for a huge explosion, blinding pain, and then nothing.


Yeah, I know it's a short chapter. And I'm a heartless bitch, leaving you with such a horrid cliffhanger. But if y'all are good, I'll post chapter 2 on the marrow.

Don't expect very prompt posting through this. I'll work on it, but I suck at promptness. I could be late to my own funeral.

Post Chapter Conversation:

Sam:What in the hell, Sins?
Sins: Hey, at least I don't have you as the vessle Luce is using to do this shit, okay?
Dean: She has a point, Sammy.
Sins and Sam: Keep out of this!
Castiel: Um, a little help, please?

lol. I'm cruel, I know. But review and I'll give you the precious.