Chapter 13: Asphyxiation

A/N: Sorry about how long his took. I've been so busy and had writer's block but I think I'm happy with how this turned out. Shoutout to all of my lovely followers, and a huge special thanks to Rae Roberts, SwissPie, wamperka, and ladybugsmomma for reviewing. Anyway, read, and tell me what you think. I love each and every one of you.

Sam, Dean and Gabriel all looked at each other. None of them had expected her to just outright admit that she had been the one to change Cas into anything. She smiled pleasantly at the three of them and sipped her tea.

"I had a good reason, of course. Don't go thinking that I just curse people for fun." She laughed. It was a pleasant, tinkling laugh that Dean did not think went with her whatsoever. Dean couldn't think of anything to say, and if he was judging by the way the other two were staring at the witch he was pretty sure they didn't know what to say either. Finally, after a long stretch of silence, Sam cleared his throat.

"You….uhh…had a good reason?" he asked. Casmiria smiled.

"Of course. Your… 'friend'…" she said the word disgustingly, as if it had left a sour taste in her mouth "had the gall to turn me down before I had even propositioned him." She laughed again. "Perhaps I acted a little rashly. I can understand why he did now." Dean's urge to laugh turned into confusion. The thought of Cas turning the witch down was hilarious, but why did she understand now?

"What do you mean, you understand why now?" Dean asked, shifting slightly closer to the witch unintentionally. She turned towards him with a smile on her face.

"So you don't know…hmmm…now that is quite…interesting." She smiled, but there was no humor behind it. It looked more like a wolf that had just cornered its prey. "As fun as it would be, I don't I'm going to be the one to enlighten you. You should ask your angelic friend." She smiled and gestured to Cas. Dean looked up at her.

"Uh, I kinda can't because he's a freakin' baby!" Casmiria's smile froze on her face. She frowned and stood slowly. All three of the men in the room shrank back as the air surrounding her began to crackle with electricity. Literally. The air around her was actually sparking like someone had managed to stick it into a light socket. She glared at Dean.

"You need to learn your manners, hunter. You have no idea the potency of my power." She pointed at Dean and he couldn't breathe. It was like all of the oxygen in his lungs had suddenly disappeared and he couldn't do anything to get it back. He opened his mouth and tried to suck in a breath but it seemed like the air was too thick. It wouldn't get past his mouth. Dean knew he had to do something, but he couldn't attack her. There was already black spots in his eyes. He was suffocating, and in order to make it stop, Dean knew the bitch would want him to beg. Despite all of the suffering, he couldn't do it. Call it pride, call it stubbornness, call it what you want, but for no matter could Dean give this-this thing the satisfaction of knowing that it had gotten to him. So instead of begging, Dean stared at her, his eyes portraying no emotion other than hatred. He would NOT beg.

Cas was freaking out. Dean was dying. The evil witch was doing something so Dean couldn't breathe. The tiny angel kept ahold of Dean, making small noises of distress knowing that his hunter was in such danger. He couldn't concentrate well enough to speak, which was probably a good thing, considering what he was thinking would only make the current situation worse. Cas slapped at Dean's face, trying to make him stay awake. If the hunter passed out, Cas knew it would all be over. He had to keep him awake.

Dean was fighting a losing battle. The struggle to breathe was exhausting his lungs and throat, and he could barely keep his eyes open to glare at the witch. Of course, Cas slapping at his face wasn't really doing anything but drawing his concentration off of the witch in front of him. In one last attempt of bravado, Dean closed his mouth and set up straight, staring Casmiria down as he felt his consciousness slipping away. Suddenly, it was all over. Air refilled his lungs and his oxygen-deprived body started to greedily sucking in the newfound air. Casmiria was still standing up, but there were no more sparks and she was smiling slightly.

"Pity. I wanted you to beg, but your hunter's pride just wouldn't allow that, now would it?" She said, walking towards him. "Such defiance. I respect that, Dean Winchester, I really do." Dean watched her approach, still breathing heavy. He had no idea how she knew who he was but that really didn't matter. She stepped directly in front of him and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I find your defiance rather…arousing, Dean Winchester. I like men that won't…break." She stood up and ran her hand along his jaw before striding across the living room and returning to her seat, leaving Dean feeling disgusted and filthy behind her. She addressed the three of them.

"Now, I will be more than happy to reverse the spell on your charming angelic friend. But of course, you will have to do a little something for me."

A/N: SwissPie: (Not) sorry about the cliffhanger . Rae Roberts: Don't worry, she'll get what's coming to her in the end. wamperka: They very well may. Or worse. ladybugsmomma: She will…but at what cost?

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