Title: Divide and Conquer
Pairing: girl!Dean/Cas girl!Sam/Gabriel
Summary: Deanna and Samantha Winchester have been running there whole life, now it's time for them to stop and show the world exactly what two immovable and intractable Winchesters can do. God help us all.
A/N: Okay, so…this story has been nagging me for so long now that I swear my brain has holes where Gabriel and Deanna have been chewing on it. Sam and Cas seem perfectly content to sit back and let their siblings wreak havoc on a poor fangirls life, however…what is done is done and now that this roller coaster has begun there's no stopping it. If anyone would like to step up and help me beta this madness I would greatly appreciate it, but till then sit back and enjoy the ride. Also, feedback makes my muses extra productive, you have been warned.
Disclaimer: If I owned this I wouldn't be tormented by visions of genderbent Winchesters and the Angels that want to ride their sweet little asses. Ugh, shoot me now.
Deanna smiled as she set her knife down; the once pristine blade was covered in the blood of her current assignment, as were most of the tools that rested on the table only a few inches away. Alistair hated when he didn't have everything within reach, whether it was a sharp blade, someone's insides, or Deanna as he tutored her on the finer points of torture. She flicked her hands and reveled in the feeling of blood making her skin slick and stained. This was her favorite time of day, if there was such a thing here in the pit, and she took a deep breath taking in the coppery tang of blood that hung thick in the air, the steady drip drip of the blood that only fueled the power of the cage and increased the terror and agony that she had inflicted upon her client. Deanna had slowly been feeding her client the pieces she had cut off, she had almost finished serving the woman's smaller intestines but the woman was choking and Deanna knew it would be a little bit before she could force the rest down. It did bring her satisfaction as she gazed down upon what little was left of her client, laid strapped spread eagle to a table that Deanna had built herself.
Instead of the cool steel that graced Alistair's play room; barbed wire was weaved together so tightly that it could handle the weight of any soul strapped to it, the many knots of spikes gathered together to insure maximum effect. Alistair had been skeptical about the merits of its savage design-he preferred the elegant approach and he had taken three days to warm up to it; by the time he was convinced Deanna knew only too well the effect her design had on its guests. "If you don't know how it feels than how can you possibly expect to get the…full body experience?" Alistair had whispered into her ear right before he had thrown her face first onto her new toy and had proceeded to slowly peel away her protective layers. He had been just as methodical with her cloths as he was with her skin when he started to peel her back like a banana.
An explosion sounded in the distance and knocked Deanna out of her musings, the cage shook and her client would have shrieked if her mouth wasn't so full of blood and meat to let anything more than a wet gurgle escape. She sighed and bent down to hover over what was left of her clients face and patted the exposed muscle of the woman's right cheek. "Looks like I'm going to have to go and handle some business, but don't you worry…" She raised the large wicked looking spear that she had been saving for later, and shoved it through flesh and bone; pinning the woman to the table like a bug. "I'll be right back."
Screams and the enraged roars of the others trapped in the pit echoed from beyond the door to her play room, and Deanna knew that the two demons Alistair had assigned to keep her 'safe' were gone. She felt anticipation and excitement rush through her; this was the first time she was completely on her own since she had been brought to Alistair's room and she wasn't about to waste the opportunity. She eased out of the cage checking both passages for signs of an enemy, but besides the flicker of explosions in the distance and the painful cries that was basically a soundtrack for the pit the air was conspicuously silent. It was the calm before the storm and Deanna had experienced it enough times to know that she had very little time to get gone before the shit really hit the fan. She ran through the passages, ducking behind corners whenever she spotted movement up ahead and weaving through the maze that the Pit seemed to have grown from the many cages built throughout Creation.
Slowly, in the distance a bright light started to shine, and everything it touched seemed to shrivel and disintegrate to ash. Deanna hissed in pain when a beam of light flashed across her skin and she began to burn; she ducked into the shadows and tried to get as far away from the Light as she could. She turned towards the gathering Dark and ran as fast as she could into the welcoming embrace of the shadows, but no matter where she turned or how she hid, the Light was getting brighter. It was a blinding beam that bathed everything in its fiery touch and Deanna watched in terror as the cages the Light focused on went up in flames so hot that Deanna was reminded of when her biology teacher had taught her class about solar flares. Dimly, Deanna began to register an unfamiliar sound against the pounding of her heart and the ragged tempo of her breathing.
No longer could she hear the shouts and clash of battle, instead this high-pitched scream was building in the background. It started out as white noise, easily filtered but soon grew until Deanna had no choice but to curl up into a ball on the ground and cover her ears in a vain attempt to block it out. She felt hot blood trickle across her fingers and knew that her eardrums were blown, the screaming increased and she could feel herself begin to boil from the outside in. She could feel every torment she had inflicted upon those helpless souls thrown on the rack and she couldn't bite back the scream that tore from her in a long wail of agony. The Light flickered ahead for a brief moment but then it seemed to zero in on her cries and in the blink of an eye she was completely surrounded by it.
She screamed as her pain only intensified, the sins she had committed as both a mortal and as Hell's top apprentice bubbling up through her soul and crumbling to ash in the all-encompassing Light. Her flesh began to blister and burn and she writhed in agony trying to in vain to make the pain stop. Something within the Light moved and Deanna tried to flinch away as tendrils of Light wrapped around her arm and something that she couldn't name forced its way into her. The contact made the pain spike and she tasted blood from where she had bitten through her tongue but slowly the pain finally began to lesson. She was dimly aware of being lifted into the air and knew without seeing that whatever had a hold of her was pulling her up. With every mile they gained the pain was slowly replaced with the feeling of peace and safety and Deanna gave up trying to struggle with the creature carrying her up. As far as she was concerned whatever this thing was it was the freaking love of her life for pulling her out of the pit.
'I want this to last forever.' She thought dreamily, pleasure and peace overtaking her as she felt herself begin to rise with the Light. The thought had barely passed through her mind when she felt an answering brush of amusement and satisfaction sweep across her. It was undoubtedly the queerest thing she had felt in her entire life. She reveled in the feeling and tried to sink further into the Light that pulsated and flowed around her, she poured herself into the Light and let the illusion of her 'body' slip away. She could feel the being's shock when her essence mingled with it and she would have gasped if she had lips anymore at the sensations that swept through her.
Suddenly she could see the being holding her and she would have wept if she still possessed eyes at the beauty of it. Light pulsed through the creature, fire and steel flowed from behind it to form giant wings that rent through the air as they flew higher and higher. Lighting sparked through eyes that were looking just as intently at her, and before she knew what she was doing she had wrapped herself so tightly around the creature that she could feel every pull and push of the massive wings, the pulse of the Light as it flowed through the creature like blood, and most wonderful of all she could feel its heart pulsing steadily against her. She knew the moment her savior overcame its shock at having a soul wrap itself around it and resisted when she felt it attempt to pull away.
'No! Don't go!' She thought frantically trying to squirm out of its immutable grasp, the thing faltered at the panic she sent with the thought and she seized on the opening it provided her. She dove into the heart of her savior and wrapped herself around its light. For a brief instant she and the creature were one, and countless ages of memories flooded through her. She saw stars born and destroyed, planets built and civilizations seeded. She heard the song that the Creator sang to each of his children as he bade them to rest and she felt the gaping hole that was left in his absence. The name of her rescuer came to her and also what it was and she wept at the beauty of it; Castiel, an Angel of the Lord.
But just as quickly she was wrenched away and pain returned as a piece of her was left behind and a piece of him replaced it. 'Peace, Deanna. You are meant for something else…something greater.' The thought flowed through her followed by comfort and serenity, Deanna slumped against Castiel and let the Angel take her pain and her fear away. Her soul was spent, exhaustion was pulling her under and she had nothing left to fight it so she let herself drift in the Light sure for the first time in her existence that she was completely and utterly safe. She thought she felt a whisper of something soft and light trace gently across her face right before she drifted into the oblivion of true rest, but when she woke in the dark confused, trapped, and sore from top to bottom the feeling slipped from her mind and she did her best to figure out where in Hell she was now.
