Author's Note: Wazzup bitches? Here's an edited chapter for you, kiddies. Take it, take it and like it!
Unfortunately, I had to write both Jo's and Ellen's characters out of the story last chapter because I'm not even close to familiar with their characters and personalities, and, knowing me, if I'd kept them there, I would have screwed them up and made people mad.
Please don't hurt me.
Chapter Six: In Which Dean Is Eaten. Kind Of.
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Ciel stands at the edge of the demon trap bracing himself. He waves a hand impatiently. "If you would hurry up a bit."
"You're not the one being eaten, princess." Dean snaps as he walks towards the boy-demon. He shoots a skeptical glance in Sam's direction. His brother gives him a small nod, which seems to pacify the elder. "So how does this work? What do I need to do?"
"Lay back, and look into my eyes. Even you should be able to manage that, brain-dead though you are."
"Damn demons..." he mutters, leaning back in the chair.
In a swift, practiced motion, Ciel pulls the string of his eyepatch loose and places it into Sebastian's open hand. He holds his eye shut a moment, out of pure habit, before opening it wide, staring directly into Dean's eyes.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" the hunter shouts, sitting up abruptly and shifting backwards.
Castiel is quick to respond. "What are you talking about?"
Ciel claps a hand over his exposed eye.
"I knew this was a mistake," he mutters through gritted teeth. "Damn humans, asking questions about things they have no right to know-"
"My lord," Sebastian chuckles. "You were the one who agreed to such a deal in the first place. If you couldn't handle a few stares, what kind of Phantomhive would you be?"
The boy glares at his butler before giving a tight, jerky nod. His weight shifts, posture changing into something prideful and adult. His hand comes away from his eye and the contract seal is revealed to the room.
The sheer amount of attention is uncomfortable, which is strange because he typically revels in the envious stares of commoners, likes to show off his wealth and power to those lesser than him.
This feels different somehow, feels too much like pity and far too much like revulsion.
"You made a deal with a demon? When? How?" Sam breathes, more in awe of the new knowledge than the contract itself.
The little tyrant smirks, confidence returning in spades at his dumbfounded expression. He does so love shocking people.
"Well, you'll just have to wait a bit won't you?" He replies, laughing bitterly. "Let's move this along, now, shall we?" The demon asks, fingers tapping out an impatient rhythm on his hip.
Dean takes the hint to lay back down, a bit dubious, and stares into the Phantomhive's mismatched eyes, one swirling magenta and the other glowing purple.
The room begins to flicker.
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Sam inhales sharply. The room is changing. Bobby's old wood floors shift into black and white tiles.
The walls melt into plain white walls. The furniture fades into tables stocked with medical equipment.
Sam looks around, trying to read the others' expressions. Everyone is baffled by the room's transformation. Well, he can't really tell what the Sebastian guy is thinking, but he assumes so, anyway.
Somehow, they had entered in Dean's memories.
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Dean shivers slightly as the smaller demon's gaze bears into his skull. He can seemingly feel every broken bone snap again, every single scar reopen.
But the worst, his every awful memory is instantly recalled, brought to the immediate forefront.
For a terrible moment, he thinks he's going to die.
His only remaining parent dying, whispering those devastating words.
His father shoving his little brother into his arms and ordering him to take the baby and run.
Sam running away when they were still kids when it was Dean's job to watch over and protect him.
Sam leaving to go off to college. To lead a normal life.
Cas coming back out of the blue when he was supposed to be dead.
The pain sears into his brain and he screams in pure agony, like the death scream of a wounded animal.
Ciel thinks he's never tasted anything so delicious. (Besides the one soul he'd consumed, of course, but meals are so much more enjoyable when they don't leave you hating yourself.)
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"Stop!" Sam barks. "He's had enough."
Ciel supposes the trigger happy hunter would be useless should he go completely crazy.
He finally breaks eye contact with the hunter and stretches out on the floor as the room begins to return into its original form.
"Well, that was quite satisfying..." Ciel says, almost drowsily.
The pair of hunters and the angel fret over Dean as he shakily rises back to a sitting position.
"Jesus Christ," Dean quakes, running a hand through sweat drenched hair. "If this is just memories, then I sure as hell wouldn't want to have my soul fed of off."
"Bravo, you survived," Ciel drawls. "Most go insane."
The group exchanges disbelieving looks, while Ciel and Sebastian share a brief glance of satisfaction, the latter beaming like a proud parent.
"Now, who's up next?"
"Hell no!" Dean shouts as he scrambled up, swaying a little. "No way I'll let anyone else go through that!"
The earl glances up at the group. "Going against our deal are we?" They all move to a defensive stance, to which Ciel merely chuckles. "Don't worry, I'm feeling generous now that I've been fed."
Sam raises an eyebrow. "You're just letting it go?"
"That's what I said, was it not?"
"...All because you're in a good mood now?"
"Your pain..." Ciel looks rapturous. "Was intoxicating."
Dean shivers. "Gross, dude. Never talk about it again."
The angel butts in. "Now it's time to keep your end of the bargain."
Ciel sighs heavily. "Yes, I suppose it is."
"Finally," Bobby breathes, evidently relieved. "I'm tired of you two and it's only been a little over an hour."
Ciel sits up and steels himself for what's to come. Castiel brings two fingers to his forehead and then he swears he can see hell again.
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The butler pulls his young master's head into his lap as he falls backward. Sweat is already running down his pale face, dripping down the flawless skin in rivulets.
Sebastian smiles inwardly as the room morphs into a dark sacrificial altar.
How amusing this will be.
