10
Madame Guillotine
The Scarlet Pimpernel
I know the gutter and I know the stink of the streets
Sam looked down from the balcony that looked over the crowd, the guillotine shining in the early morning light. He smiled as Lauren and the angel were hauled onto the platform.
The crowd screamed.
Kicked like a dog I spat the bile of defeat
A group of vampires up front grabbed at Lauren's ankles. She kicked out at them.
"Aw, c'mere, pretty!" One cackled. She went to kick them again but a guard pulled her back, throwing her into Castiel. They both fell.
All you beauties who towered above me, you who gave me the smack of your rod
Out in the light she could see how abused Castiel had been. His chest was covered in savage burns and black bruises, cuts so deep they almost scraped bone. There was a cut above his eye that was swollen and still bleeding. She scrambled up off of him, still unsure why she wasn't bound and he was. She looked up at Sam, her eyes smoldering.
Now I give you the gutter, I give you the judgment of God!
Sam grinned at her and looked at the blade again. That blade had ended many problems for him. People who had gotten in his way, people who had disappointed him, people who made him angry.
Killing Lauren was only right. Not only would it make him happy, but it would crush his brother like a strong fist. To know the one he loved was gone. He might even show him her severed head.
Vengeance victorious, these are the glorious days
The angel would not give him what he wanted. He didn't have the patience to try for so long. Not that it mattered anymore. Dean would be killed soon. And he would be back where he belonged. In Hell. Sam would make sure of it.
Castiel was swaying where he stood, his strength fading fast. Sam's smile broadened. On top of everything else he had accomplished in his rein, he had now broken an angel.
Women of Paris, come gather your bloody bouquets
The crowd looked up at them, hungry for blood. Their teeth were pulled back in snarls, wicked smiles on their faces.
They all knew who the girl was. Dean Winchester's woman, and as heatedly as they hated Dean they hated her. She looked down at them, disgust on her face.
Werewolves that were turned even though the moon was nowhere to be seen growled and snapped at her. Ghouls licked their lips at the prosperity of devouring her once the guillotine was through with her. And Sam considered obliging.
Now gaze on our goddess of justice, with her shimmering, glimmering blade
Witches cackled in a most clichéd way. Sam felt the paled hairs on his neck and arms stand on end, goosebumps slithering down his spine in an attempt to make him shiver; he did not. It was merely the cool breeze of reapers standing on the edge of the horrific circle, waiting to accompany the victims to their death with complete indifference.
The crowd didn't see them as victims, innocent, not in any way. They saw traitors to their existence. Human and Angel. They threatened their own survival and therefore must be terminated.
As she kisses these traitors she sings them a last serenade
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THEM DIE?!" Sam bellowed to the crowd below. He received a rousing chorus of bloodthirsty cries in agreement. The werewolves howled, the demons cheered, the vampires hissed, the ghouls laughed manically, and Sam chuckled.
Sing, swing, savor the sting
Castiel looked at the ghastly scene laid before him, the monsters reaching up at them like the darkened mass of Hell's underbelly. Their blazing eyes looking up at him, red or glowing inhumanly. He shuddered, wondering why the Lord had let things such as these walk the Earth for so long. He glanced at the guillotine. Would it be his demise? Or would it be something totally different? Something much worse than death.
As she severs you, Madame Guillotine
Castiel involuntarily fell to his knees, his trembling legs finally giving up as he had done hours before. Hope was nonexistent, faith meaningless. This was real. These horrible beings in front of him were real. Sam's black heart and omitted conscience was real. That red-stained blade…was real.
Slice, come paradise, you'll be smitten with Madame Guillotine
Sam grinned broadly when the angel fell, kneeling before him but not to him. Regardless, it was a pleasant thought. Lauren turned to the angel, her face paling when she saw, truly saw, how much damage Alastair had inflicted on him. Sam made a noise that could be accurately described as a giggle.
The sun had shifted, adding a golden glow to the sky that seemed to have absorbed the blood of the billions Sam had slaughtered.
The world may be ugly, but each man must do what he must
The executioner had walked onto the bloodied platform, his black hood up, faceless, nameless, identity a mystery to all but their ruler. Sam nodded to the man, knowing who would be under it when he did.
The hood came down and all saw his brother's face.
The crowd was instantly silent, shocked faces frozen in disbelief. Lauren had a fleeting moment of happiness, thinking she was saved. Castiel was not so easily deceived. His eyes grew with horror when he saw the look in the elder Winchester's eyes. He thought Alastair had gotten to Dean that quickly, had made him be so keen to do this so fast.
Lauren's hope faded from her face, her body and her eyes when she saw that silvery white glow flash in what she now recognized as a shapeshifter's eyes.
He smiled at Lauren flirtatiously. She shivered in disgust.
Give in, pretty dear, in a year you'll be pretty dust
Her eyes were daggers when she looked up at the Füehrer. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to abuse her mind, making her subconscious think that Dean was killing her. He grinned down at her as a response.
Castiel bowed his head, refusing to let his mind trick him into believing that Dean would do this to him and the woman he loved. Not that Dean had ever set eyes on him before.
Dean would not kill Lauren, not in any reality. Castiel understood that. He understood that this was a thing of darkness, not a human.
What he didn't understand was why he was thinking this way. Why he wasn't healing, and why he couldn't get away. This sort of behavior was something that Castiel was not…Human.
Now come let our lady posses you, in her breathtaking, hair-raising bed
Sam knew what he was thinking. He was wondering why he seemed to be mortal. Nothing special in the least. Just another person to which God remains powerless to. Human. The spell was in the rope that bound him. If it was removed he would have his powers back. The shackles he was placed in when Alastair had him possessed the same type of magic. Hell, the whole thing was Alastair's doing in the first place.
When he had asked him how it was done he simply said: "Dark magic far older than myself."
The crowd was roaring again -and had been since the shapeshifter's eyes flashed- and were begging for someone's head to fall onto the stage.
She will tingle your spine as she captures your heart and your head
"ARE YOU READY FOR THEM TO DIE?!"
The crowd roared again.
Sam nodded to the executioner again.
Sing, swing, savor the sting
As she severs you, Madame Guillotine
He roughly grabbed Lauren's shoulder, smiling Dean's gentle smile.
It eased her against her will. She came to her senses in a fraction of a second later and began to struggle violently, kicking and clawing any part of the shapeshifter's skin she could reach.
Sam sighed impatiently and made a fist, looking at the angel, his eyes glowing slightly brighter.
Slice, come paradise, our Delilah will shave your razor clean
Castiel cried out but soon he had no breath. He fell on his side, body wracked with spasms as he soundlessly gasped for air.
Lauren whipped around, leaving the now injured shapeshifter and watched the suffocating angel.
"Time to behave, Lauren!" Sam shouted, smiling. Castiel turned a violent shade of purple.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, PLEASE STOP IT!" Lauren screamed in despair. Sam unfolded his fingers. Castiel coughed and inhaled deeply. Lauren winced at the sight of his battered body struggling so fretfully. She would cooperate no matter what now.
The shapeshifter grabbed her again, the face of Dean now distorted from her damage inflicting nails.
Castiel struggled and managed to get himself back onto his knees. He looked up at the sky.
God, when did man lose his reason?
Waiting and searching for some sign.
Save us, my God, if you're there
He watched painfully as the monster shoved Lauren's head down, her neck resting in the crook of the wooden plank. The crowd screamed in approval.
Castiel was shaking with fear, fear they all saw, giving them yet another reason to laugh in God's face.
God, can you not feel the terror like a fire in the air?
The muscles of the crowd were tense, their jeers quieted in anticipation.
Flash, slash! Glisten and gash!
They looked up at the guillotine, as if the blade would fall by their will and not the man greater than any king that was positioned behind them.
She will ravish you, Madame Guillotine
Sam was ready for her to die. The foreplay was over, she was finished now. Soon that beautiful machine would take her.
He raised his arm.
Split, Madame just bit
Lauren turned her head away from the crowd toward Castiel. That was when she saw the rope. The rope that bore the odd symbols on it.
He was bound by the ropes. Without it, if she was correct, he would be free.
Give her more to bite, she's a hungry Queen
She focused with all her might on those ropes. She envisioned them snapping clean in half.
Snap, snap, snap, SNAP!
Sing
She heard it then, her head pounding. But she had done it.
Castiel looked at her, bewildered.
"Run!" Lauren yelled. The crowd cheered on, tired of the quiet and growing restless.
Sam paused, noticing the communication between the prisoners.
"Cas, GO!" And the angel was gone.
The crowd gasped and turned to Sam immediately.
Savor the sting
He did not appreciate being made fool of in front of so many people. His face filled with blood, seething.
He glared down at Lauren, wanting more than anything to snap her neck then and there. He raised his arm again, smiling at her.
"DO IT SAM!"
As she severs you, Madame Guillotine
Sam paused again.
"GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! DEAN'S DEAD, WHY WOULD I WANT TO LIVE?!"
"What makes you think he's dead?" He asked.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU KEEP HIM ALIVE THIS LONG? C'MON SAM, KILL ME!" She was laughing wildly, staring at him all the while.
Slice, come paradise
"He's not dead, Lauren!" Sam yelled.
"PROVE IT!"
Hail her Majesty!
Sam said nothing.
"THEN KILL ME!"
The blade came down.
Madame Guillotine!