Title: Wings
Pairings/Characters: Dean X Castiel. One-sided/previous -Lucifer X Castiel. Sam X Spencer. Balthazar. Bobby. Gabriel.
Crossover: Supernatural and Criminal Minds.
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash (maleXmale), Graphic sex, mentioned/implied rape, possible graphic rape, language, violence, AU storyline, possible mention of characters from other shows/films.
Summary: Dean knew that falling in love with an Angel –Castiel-wouldn't be as easy as it sounded, but when Lucifer decides he wants his brother back, things get harder. Dean will do all it takes to keep Castiel safe. . .but been in love with the Devil's brother, isn't making that easy.
He had no idea where he was. He had no idea how he'd gotten there. He had no idea how long he'd been there. He had no idea how long he was going to be there. He didn't know how he was going to escape.
And he didn't care.
All Castiel cared about was the pain. He just wanted it to stop. He couldn't take it anymore. It had been going on for hours now, he was sure. He needed it to stop. He was barely an Angel as it was anymore. . .he needed these. If Lucifer continued pulling them out, he wouldn't even look like an Angel. . .he wouldn't be recognised as one, either.
He needed them.
Castiel needed a lot of things as he lay on the bathroom floor of some random motel room, he needed to be able to breathe properly, he needed to stop bleeding, he needed help, he needed Sam, he needed Dean. . .but the thing he needed the most was for Lucifer to stop.
The pain.
All Castiel could feel was the pain. It. Was. Excruciating. In all his eons, he had never felt such pain. He could feel Lucifer's fingers pulling every single one of his feathers form his wings. The things that made him an Angel. . .were been pulled out of him as if they didn't belong there. How could a fellow Angel do this to him? Even if Lucifer had fallen so long ago, surely he knew how wrong this was. He didn't even know why his fallen brother was doing this to him. . .and he hadn't had the chance to ask before Lucifer had all but crushed his windpipe with his bare hand.
"Come on now, little brother," Lucifer whispered against Castiel's ear. "You're not crying, are you?"
Castiel hadn't noticed. . .but yes, he was crying. How could he not? The things he loved so much, the things he was so proud of. . .we're been ripped away from him and he could barely move, never mind stop Lucifer.
Lucifer ran his hand down Castiel's cheek, his neck and his bare chest almost lovingly before hoisting the younger Angel up and pulling him close. He positioned Castiel so he was slouching against his body, their chests touching and the younger Angel's head lolling against his shoulder and neck. He gripped the base of Castiel's bleeding right wing, or rather what was left of the wing; it was mostly the bone, but it had a few feathers here and there. He really had enjoyed plucking away at his little brother's feathers one by one. "Now, now, shush little brother," He almost cooed.
Castiel wanted to move, wanted to fight, wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now. . .but he couldn't do anything but rest against Lucifer and let the tears roll down his face. He could distantly feel Lucifer's hand tighten around the base of his right wing. . .and he knew what was coming. His breathing deepened. He shut his eyes tight.
As Lucifer grinned and Castiel screamed in pure agony, there was a loud ripping sound that rang through the room.
"See, don't you feel so much better little brother?" Lucifer asked, smirking and dropping Castiel's wing to the floor.
Castiel was doing his best to scream again, but all that left his lips were pained and ragged and whimpering sounds. He shook his head.
"Yes, it does." Lucifer told him, leaving no room for argument. He ran his hand over Castiel's back to the base of his left wing, blood from the hole in his little brother's back smearing on his hand and over the pale skin of his back. "Do you know why I'm doing this, my little brother?" He asked clearly before pressing his lips to Castiel's neck and leaving a line of kisses to his ear. "Do you?"
Castiel had an idea, but he shook his head.
"Yes, you do." Lucifer snapped. He tightened his grip on the base of the wing, before twisting it slightly. "You remember what you promised me, don't you? What you promised before I fell, little brother, what you promised."
Castiel's eyes squeezed shut tight. Of course he remembered. How could he forget? But he hadn't cared anymore. . .he had moved on. He had found Dean.
"You betrayed me, betrayed your promise..." Lucifer whispered and started twisting and tugging on the wing tightly. "I don't like that." He said before he pulled on the wing. He felt rather than heard Castiel scream. He knew he would though. There was no Angel that could keep quiet as his wing was pulled out of his back so crudely. He dropped the wing to the floor before kissing Castiel's temple. "This is your fault, little brother, remember that," He whispered into Castiel's ear before he laid him down onto the floor and stood up, looking down as the younger Angel started to fall into unconsciousness. "But I am sorry, truly I am, Castiel."
Castiel was aware of Lucifer vanishing before he let the pain of his lost wings take over and he fell into the darkness.
End of chapter one!
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