Chapter 17

The Revenge

Castiel stood in the abandoned barn, his vessel's heart thundering in his chest. His breaths were slow, even, controlled giving him an outward appearance of calm. If anyone who didn't know him were to see him he gave the impression of waiting patiently for a bus.

If only that was what he was doing.

He swallowed hard. Every fiber of his being didn't want to be here. He did not want to do this. Yes, he had been the one to convince Dean they had to fight Anna. Put an end to her manipulations. All of that was easy enough to say. It's always easy to speak the brave words. Putting them into action, however, was a much more difficult process.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he forced himself to speak.

"Anna! Anna, I wish to see you!"

He felt her presence even before he opened his eyes. Terror coursed through his entire body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. He didn't want to see her. He wanted to be as far away from her as possible. But that wasn't an option. He summoned his courage to open his eyes and turn to face her.

There she stood. Red hair spilling over her shoulders. A smirk on her lips.

"Castiel. This is a very pleasant surprise."

Castiel thoughts raced through his mind. For second he considered running. Saying it had been a mistake. But he knew that running wasn't an option.

"I… I wanted… needed… to talk to you…"

Anna arched an eyebrow at him, intrigued.

"You needed to talk to me? What about?"

Castiel averted his gaze, to afraid to look directly at her. He moistened his lips nervously.

"Dean… he… he sent me away… he said he didn't want to see me anymore."

Anna looked at him mockingly.

"Really? Aw, poor Castiel!" She put one hand on her hip and glared at him. "And you think, what? That I'll go convince him to take you back? Sorry, but we're not exactly on the best of terms right now."

Castiel shook his head. "No… no he said we could never be together… and… I know he won't change his mind…"

She folded her arms across her chest, obviously annoyed. "Then why did you call me?"

His stomach knotted in his gut. He stared at the ground, wishing something would happen. Something that would give him an escape. But nothing happened. He had no choice.

"I… I can't live without him," Castiel whispered. He forced himself to look up and meet her gaze. "He… he won't take me back… He won't see me again… But… you… you can… be him…" His voice trailed off.

He saw Anna's eyes light up. And evil knowing smile touched her lips. She moved towards him.

"So… am I to understand you're asking me to be Dean Winchester for you?"

He nodded, dropping his gaze quickly.

She chuckled. She began slowly circling him, moving in closer as she went.

"So, if I do this for you… that means you are mine… I would be able to use you as I wish… whenever… however I choose?"

He closed his eyes and nodded again.

"Oh, Castiel," she moaned as she pressed herself up against him. He bit his lower lip to stifle his cry of fear. "I think we can arrange such an accord."

She touched his chin and guided his face to look at her. He made himself open his eyes. Anna stepped back and her form began to shimmer and morph until he was looking at Dean's green eyes. Dean smiled wantonly at him and moved back to him, pressing his body against the angel.

"Is this what you wanted, Castiel?" Dean murmured into Castiel's ear. "Is this what you had in mind?"

Castiel felt overwhelmed. She was able to mimic everything about Dean, down to smell of his skin from the soap he used in the shower. Tears of guilt and fear filled his eyes as he forced another nod, too frightened to speak.

"Good," Dean whispered. "Now I think I'll start to collect."

He began kissing along Castiel's jaw line. One hand tangled in his hair and the other grabbed his necktie, holding him in place. Castiel was too overwhelmed to try to stop him when he began kissing him forcefully on the lips. He thought his heart was going to explode out of his chest in terror. His body went rigid out of sheer terror.

Dean murmured against his lips.

"God, I'm going to fuck you so hard, Cas. Going to make you cry and beg for it. Make you realize what a dirty little angel you really are."

Tears trickled down Castiel's face. He wanted it to stop. Anything to make it all stop. This was too awful.

Then the real Dean's face popped into his head. His gentle touch. His smile. The safety Castiel felt as he held his hand. The desire to be with him forever. The promise of never feeling this hurt ever again. To know the real Dean would never do this to him.

The Dean kissing him didn't notice Castiel reaching into the pockets of his trench coat. Didn't see the things in his hands as he brought his arms up next to his.

"I want you, Castiel," he whispered as he began thrusting against him. "I want to see you cry and beg as I fuck you while you're on all fours. Make you- "

Click. Click.

Both angels froze. The barn fell eerily silent. The Imposter Dean jerked away from Castiel and staggered back. He looked down at his arms. Locked around each wrist was a shackle. Glowing blue inscriptions were written on each one. His face twisted into shock. He let out a scream and his form shimmered and morphed until it was Anna once more. She looked at Castiel in horror.

"What have you done!?!?!" She screamed.

Castiel stared at her; the fear slowly began trickling away. A small smirk touched his lips.

"Revenge."

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Yes! I know this chapter is a little short! Sorry! I'm writing from my motel room and hubby's at a job interview and I want to be done before he gets home. (Side note: Everyone keep your fingers crossed for him that he gets this job! : ) ). We I get back home I promise to write more! I think I finally know how I'm ending the story, but don't be shy about sending me you ideas still! I love reading them!