Author's Note-I needed an angelic baddie so don't hate me for the person I brought in to play him lol. Like I said before, this story is a bit AU of supernatural but the Castiel/ Dean relationship we all know and love will come into play later on. Don't kill the author just yet. ;)
Not only was putting salt into an open wound a horrible idea, making Dean whimper like a little school girl from the physical pain, but it produced no demonic results like the holy water. Dean let out a ragged breath, and ripped a towel from the wall to tie around his arm to stem the bleeding. He brushed the stray salt pellets on the counter into the trashcan and pulled a black shirt down over his head. What was going on here? This wasn't natural. No shit Sherlock, none of this is natural. You're a knocked up dude carrying some kind of supernatural spawn inside of you. That red eyed crossroads skank seriously screwed me. Dean thought to himself before pulling the towel from his arm to see the previous wound healed with only a fresh pink scar as a reminder. The kid is only healing me faster each time. His mind realized and the hunter's heart nearly fell out of his chest. If he child was healing him faster that only meant it was growing stronger. Dean rubbed the white salt residue from his skin before jumping when a loud pounding came from the other side of the door. He let out a quick breath and grabbed his now thumping chest.
Dean-"Sammy how many times do I have to tell you not to bother someone when they're in the bathroom? I don't want to talk okay?"
He yelled, figuring the person on the other side of the wooden door was his pest of a brother. Dean forced open his duffel and swept the contents on the counter into his bag, leaving the knife aside when the persistent knocking came again. If he threatened to chop off a body part, maybe Sam would learn some boundaries. His slender fingers reached for the handle but before he could touch the metal the door swung open and hit the hunter in the face.
Dean-"Son of a bitch!"
Dean yelled, bringing his hands to his nose as fingers dug into the material of his shirt and dragged him free of the bathroom.
Castiel-"No, I believe you're mistaken. My name is Castiel and I am an angel of the lord."
The person said and suddenly Dean found himself punned against the hallway way looking into the face of a blue eyed intruder.
Castiel-"And you Dean Winchester are carrying an abomination against God inside of you…"
Dean-"Get the hell off me. I don't know what you're talking about!"
Dean growled at the man and pried at his strong grip that had the Winchester by the throat. For some reason Dean was stricken with panic which was uncommon when he faced things that threatened to kill him. Typically everyone was afraid to die for some reason, but not Dean. He welcomed the idea, embraced it with both arms and even both legs if he had to because that was the kind of guy he was. Death was just an end to his miserable excuse for a life and there was nothing to fear when it came to resting in a pine box 6 feet down, but for some reason as he choked against the "angel's" grip on his windpipe; Dean was terrified for more than just his life.
The angel dressed in a tan trench coat titled his head with confusion at Dean before taking a rough grip on Dean's stomach. Dean felt the thing inside him squirm against the touch and a sharp pain radiated through his midsection. Maybe that's how he could escape the situation by barfing all over the angel.
Castiel-"You're lying. I can feel it growing inside you. I'm sorry Dean, but we can't risk it being born into the world again."
Castiel said and with one swift movement he pulled Dean's body from the wall and tossed him effortlessly down the stairs. Dean tumbled down to the landing in a tangle of limbs, landing on his knife and breaking the blade off deep into his thigh. He skidded to a stop on the wooden floor with a sharp yell that contorted his expression with agony.
Dean-"Sam! Sammy!"
Dean called, blood forming in his mouth and dripping onto the dark oak floor. He put his hand to his mouth in attempt to catch the blood but any movement of his limbs brought searing pain. Dean reached for the wound in his leg as blood began to soak through his boxers with every beat of his pounding heart, and his finger skimmed along the cold metal of the broken knife in attempt to dislodge the broken blade. He grabbed the sharp fragment of steel and grunted with the effort of trying to pull it free of his flesh but it wouldn't budge. Footsteps began to descend the stairs and Dean forced himself onto his belly and began to drag himself away from the stairs, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He nearly made it to the front door when the angel reached him and flipped him over onto his backside with a kick of his polished shoe.
Dean-"Don't…"
Dean began, his hazel eyes meeting the vibrant blue eyes of his attacker in one final attempt at resolution. His hands moved to his pregnant stomach in desperation to defend it.
Dean-"Please…"
He begged, but the angel reached down and grabbed him by the throat to prevent him from moving.
Castiel-"Like I said Dean, I'm sorry, but we can't let that foul creature out into the world. One life, even your precious life Dean Winchester, must be sacrificed to save hundreds upon thousands of others…"
Dean-"What is it? What's in me?"
Dean questioned with wide eyes, watching a long silver blade materialize in Castiel's open hand. If he was going to die for this thing that had invaded his body then he had a right to know what is was.
Castiel-"An ancient creature out of the Old Testament in your human bible. A destroyer of humanity…"
Castiel answered simply and lifted the knife to impale Dean just above the belly button. Dean closed his eyes and brought his hands up to shield his face. Well whatever was inside of him, destroyer of humanity or not, wasn't going to live passed today.
