Word count: 500-ish
Genre: AU
Rating: worksafe
Note: Inspired by an amazing gif-set on tumblr where Cas isn't an angel but a demon. This is my take on that AU, we'll see where this goes, yeah?
"It's not going according to plan."
Ruby's voice echoed through the heated cave like room, drawing Alastair's attention from his latest favourite toy, currently strung up on what looked like a mock-version of a surgeon's table. The demon glared at the altar at the end of the room, the cup full of blood bubbling and sizzling in answer to his annoyance. On the other side of the line, Ruby must surely be wincing to herself, her master's anger being projected clearly through the swirls of the liquid.
"What is that supposed to mean?" snarled the demon.
"Sam Winchester is too effective," Ruby's voice explained. "He is hot on Lilith's trail, drawing nearer to her every day. And we still have many seals left to break; John Winchester broke so late…"
A low growl erupted from Alastair's form, and he plunged the razor-sharp knife even deeper into the manifested body before him; pinning the soul to the table before he turned around towards the altar. Ruby was already making excuses; assuring her master that she had meant no disrespect; that no one could have expected John Winchester to hold steady under for so long the torment he had been subjected to, but the higher ranking demon would have none of it.
"So distract the little bastard, then!" he said, moving to speak directly into the cup. "That's your job, ain't it, bitch? To make sure little Sammy doesn't stray from the path we've laid out for him. Are you telling me a little human pup is too much for you to handle?"
"I am doing my best!" Ruby protested. "He won't let me distract him, it's always 'Dean, Dean, Dean' no matter what I do to keep his mind occupied, he can't stop thinking about revenging his brother as soon as possible!"
Alastair made a face. Of course. The other brother. The one who had sold his soul to the Pit, and yet, managed to score himself a place in the Divine Fields, fucking Angels coming down to rip his oh-so-holy spirit from the claws of the Demon Queen herself. It was their biggest loss in this war in a long time, and Alastair's teeth still itched with desire to have a go at the soul which his Queen had promised to him, after he was done with the father.
"Those two are just deliciously co-dependent, aren't they?" he mumbled to himself. "Two of a kind, really."
"What?" Ruby sounded confused.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he dismissed her. "I'll find a way to halt Sam Winchester's progress until we're good and ready for the grande finale."
And with that, he ended the call by picking up the cup and emptying its contents into his victim's unwilling mouth, the blood turning into liquid fire the moment it touched the soul's lips. As the screams echoed through the walls of the room, Alastair summoned Castiel to his side.