A.N. Ohhhh, I'm so sorry, my unicorns.
Writing this was HARD. I emphasise: nothing Lisa says here is my opinion. I don't believe the utter nonsense she says and it was so grinding to write the bigot hatred she has.
Again: I'm sorry. I love you all!
Cas hummed softly as he was neatly typing out his numbers, when a shadow fell on him.
Startled he looked up, but the summer sunlight falling from behind hid the details on who it was.
He just saw the shilouet of a woman, hair in fuzzy disarray.
"Hello, Castiël." the woman said, poison dripping from her tone.
'Lisa! How in the world did she get in here?' was the only coherent thought that coursed through him, before she shut the door softly.
Numb, he watched her draw the blinds and lock the door.
"Lisa... what are you doing?" he finally managed, squinting in the sudden darkness.
Lisa didn't answer at first. Cas could hear her walk around, picking up things, then discarding them.
A slight glint in the semi darkness told him she'd found his letteropener. It was silver, about eleven inches long and basically a triangulair spike with a handle. And terrifyingly sharp.
Frozen, Cas heard the appreciative hum Lisa gave as she tested the point and the weight and balance.
Even though he was expecting it, the cold, needle-like point that pressed against his throat was bone chilling.
Cas knew that letteropener was dangerous. He'd nicked himself with it lots of times, but Gabriel had made it for him in some smelting craft class (claiming that this was what he thought angels would fight with, not those stupid longswords) and it was his. Cas' secret weapon.
Only now it was turned on him.
"So, you got your hands on my man... stupid move, Castiël." Lisa snarled in his ear.
Careful to not let the point of the letteropener break his skin, Cas gulped.
"And then you got me fired, and somehow you made sure my only remaining joy, fucking the brains out of Brady, got snatched away too. He broke up with me!" Lisa ranted.
Ah, so that got her so bent out of shape. Crowley had indeed made good on his threat, and Brady had chosen his job. Smart man!
"You don't have to do this. I'm sure there is a way to settle this without violence." Cas wavered, but Lisa didn't want to listen.
"Shut up!" she growled.
Prowling like a caged tiger, Lisa glared at Cas.
"You and your gay ways... you turned Dean off me, didn't you? Parading around in that sexy suit, showing him how tight that ass is."
Blinking in the half light, Cas saw her bared teeth, and didn't answer. Anything he'd say would be wrong anyway.
With a sudden swipe, Lisa threw the little glass windmill his aunt Gemma had sent him to the floor.
He heard it break, and he steeled himself. This was not good. Lisa had obviously lost her mind when Brady finished it off. She blamed him, Cas for everything that went wrong in her life.
"I had him straight again. He didn't look at men anymore. I cured him... and now... you will lead him off again." Lisa fumed.
That was weird, because what Cas had gathered, was that she wasn't opposed to kissing the same sex.
After they'd found out that Dean and he both knew Charlie, Dean had confided in Cas that she had faded out of his life, because Lisa had tried to 'get a piece'. Besides, Cas had seen Lisa, locking lips with Marley (shudder) and Becky, who incidentally looked surprised and spooked when Lisa kissed her.
He commented on those facts, and Lisa scoffed.
"Really? Oh, Castiël... that was just business." Lisa lightly waved it off. Then her eyes hardened and the preassure on his skin increased.
"But you... you want Dean for yourself. To love, to hold, to fuck? HAH! You can't have him, Castiël. He is mine. MINE! Once he sees me again, he will come crawling back to me. He can't love you, see. He is straight, and mine. He has been for ten years!"
When a knock sounded on the door, Cas' heart skipped a beat. Gabriel! Or maybe Becky or someone else... if they'd enter, what woud Lisa do?
Then his heart stopped alltogether, because the one voice he'd always recognise could be heard through the thick plywood.
"Cas? You in there, bud?"
'Dean. Get out! Leave! Don't come in! I'm not worth it!' Cas screamed at him in his mind.
Lisa, however, had different plans.
"Answer him, or else..." she hissed at Cas, moving the blade closer to his adamsapple.
Ice crept through his veins, but he couldn't see any way out. Besides, maybe Dean could.
"Y..Yeah... C...come on in, Dean." Cas ground out, bile rising at the thought of both of them at the mercy of this psychotic woman.
The door opened, and Cas saw those green eyes take in the situation in a flash.
Then Dean deadpanned and uttered the most blatant lie Cas had ever heard tumbling from those pink lips.
"Cas? What's going on? Why is it so dark here? I can't see jackshit."
Dean had excellent nightvision. He never bumped into stuff in the dark, even on the first night in his new home.
But Cas understood. Lisa never cared enough to notice this, and Dean used it as an advantage.
Taking a step further into the darkened office, Dean pretended to search for Cas, eyes squinting.
"H...here. I... just uhn..."Cas tried, but Lisa pressed harder, finally breaking the skin.
Dean's mouth pulled down as he saw Lisa tensing up
"Coming, bud? I put cold ones in the fridge." he said, playing dumb.
Knowing Lisa could stab him instantly if he didn't play along, Cas wrenched out the next words through the panic, clawing up his throat.
"N..not just yet... clo..close the door, Dean."
His only glimmer of hope, was that Dean knew he was walking into trouble.
With a swift movement, Lisa flicked on the ornate desklight oma had given Cas once.
Eyes stinging after so long in the dark room, Cas could finally see Dean, his face a mask, but his eyes burning in anger.
"So nice of you to join us, Dean!" Lisa chimed, falsely kind.
Dean blinked and scrunged his nose up, which caused Cas to almost sigh happily, because... cute! Only the slow crawl of a bead of blood down his neck stopped him. If he were to sigh, it would force the point in deeper, making the wound worse.