House of an Angel – Ch.3
It was terrifying. Everything about the mansion was terrifying. Dean couldn't even begin to know why Castiel thought this horror-house would suit him. All around was black. There was no color. The only thing he could make out in the ink-colored space surrounding him was a staircase. He made his way toward it, feeling his way through. He could feel a few statues.. very intricate, he thought to himself. One weird thing Dean noticed was how there were no windows, whatsoever.
"Why, Cas? Why here..? Is it 'of import' to something you're doing?" He called out to no one. Finally, he made it to the stairwell and stood still. He heard something from up above, where the stairs led. He got out his gun and held it close. Was someone there? Was Cas even there? Dean quietly snuck up the stairs to the broad hallway that lead right or left. He went with his instinct and tip-toed towards the right door.
"Crap!" He exclaimed as he suddenly tripped over something. Once he fell to the ground he hugged it like a person. Coolly, he rose back up and swept himself off, as if he was trying to impress a crowd, but was none. Dean was just accustomed to trying to be cool all the time. As soon as he grabbed his gun again, he quietly laid his hand on the doorknob and twisted, slowly but surely. Once opened, he stepped inside.
"Cas?" He said hopefully, but nothing. The room was odd enough, though. The walls were outlined with what looked like weapons. Upon closer examination, Dean realized there were a large number of knives, all stored neatly. What the hell would an empty mansion need a room full of knives for? Then he noticed that they weren't dusty, like the rest of the furniture. They were shining, but with no windows, or source of light. They were put there recently. Still in shock from his realization, he heard a sound coming from the room down the hall that sounded like a cabinet closing.
"Castiel," Dean called the angel by his real name, for the first time in a long time. The name felt odd on his tongue. "Cas," he decided on the nickname. He began to make his way towards the door, feeling more comfortable about his surroundings. Dean realized that might have been a mistake when he was suddenly pulled into someone's arms and his mouth covered with a hand.
"Hello, Dean," said the familiar gruff voice Dean knew. Dean let out a muffled scream that, if could be heard, would sound like a little girl's. He didn't even care, however. For some reason, he wasn't terrified, either, since he knew who the hell was taking him captive like this. He just wanted to know why Cas, the angel, of all people, would do this. Especially to Dean, the human being who Castiel felt closest to. He attempted to think this out until suddenly, everything was black...
Yep, Dean had been knocked out. Now he was tied to a chair with Castiel circling him. 'At least I'm not blindfolded or gagged,' he thought to himself.
"Oh, Dean, I would never do that. It takes the enjoyment out of things."
"Okay, smart-ass, would you mind telling me what the HELL is going on right now? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it's not enjoyable at all. Not to me, anyway!" The hunter quickly snapped back at the angel. Even when tied up he still had his witty attitude. That was until Dean noticed the rather sharp and elegant knife being held in the other's hand.
"Surely, you don't mean any of that. Now Dean, would you please tell me why you insisted on coming out here, even though I asked you not to? It intrigues me," Castiel said as he slowly trailed the knife across Dean's skin. For the first time since being in that position, he looked up at the other man. To his surprise, it wasn't the usual Cas. The man he saw had even worse bags under his eyes, and even more needed to shave. The one thing that stuck out to Dean, though, was the eyes. This man's eyes were dull, lifeless. They had no soul or shine at all, unlike Castiel's. Well, the Cas that Dean knew, anyway.
"Heh. I would've never known you were some closet weirdo, Cas. Kudos."
Before Dean could open his mouth to make another witty comment, Castiel was behind him, with the knife to his neck.
"Dean Winchester. I have had enough of your words. You don't know what I'm going through," the angel said, making him sound like a depressed teen. Dean desperately wanted to say something, but the feel of the knife was too much. Sure, he'd been on the receiving end of worse, but the scariest part was the person holding the weapon. He was pretty sure that the guy was not playing around.
Author Note: Yep, the next chapter is the last. Warning: it includes psycho!Cas. Thank you for ALL of the reviews, favorites, or watches. Love!