Author Note:
The second story is a Cas/OC one-shot. Again, this is somewhat non-consensual but a lot tamer than the previous chapter.
Emily heard the gentle rustling of wings behind her, and smiled softly to herself before meeting his gaze in the mirror. He was standing very close to her, hands on her hips, pulling her back against him. This was no problem, she was used to him being close. His face was different though, his eyes darker than normal and his jaw set.
"Cas?" He allowed her to twist round until she was facing him. He did not retreat as he usually would to give her space.
He looked down. "I am sorry Emily. I can't wait any longer."
She shook her head, confused. A lump was forming in her throat, and her eyes were stinging. The sound of Cas's voice, deeper than usual, had made her feel cold inside. Afraid. She'd heard him speak in that voice before, but it had never been directed at her.
He moved his face closer to her, against her ear. "I rebelled for Dean, for the world and my father's creations, but mostly for you; for the promise that I would have you. Dean told me that you, and what you make me feel, were worth saving, and I believed him. I still do. But I can't wait any longer."
She felt the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. "Cas, please just tell me what I've done wrong and I'll do anything I can to make it right again. Just tell me…"
The angel shook his head. He needed her to be quiet. If she carried on talking he would break. Before he was even consciously aware of it he'd pushed her backwards, lifted her up slightly so she was perched on the sink and then his hands and his mouth were on her, all over her.
Emily didn't know what was happening. His hands were moving so fast that she felt like they were everywhere at once, moving over her and inside her, sometimes gently stroking and sometimes grabbing at her viciously, leaving bruises on the soft parts of her flesh. She remembered something Jimmy had said; that having an angel inside him was like being chained to a comet. She could understand now; she had no control, Cas was far too strong and fast for her to stop him.
Castiel didn't know what he was doing. Not really. His desperate need to claim her, to explore her, had urged him to slide two fingers inside the soft folds between her legs. He felt Emily gasp into his mouth, which was currently locked tight over her lips, and felt her hips buck slightly under him as he touched her. He didn't know why it was important; he just knew that he'd somehow crossed a line. He didn't linger there, sliding his fingers in and out of her warmth twice and feeling her tightening around him, before returning to other parts of her body.
Emily had gone limp in Cas's arms as he continued. She didn't even know whether it felt good, or whether she was scared. She was simply confused. She didn't fight back when she felt Cas push her dressing gown further up her thighs, exposing her.
Cas knew enough to manoeuvre his body in between her legs, and once he'd done so he finally stopped. Allowing himself to slow down he pushed himself closer to her, again feeling the warmth coming from her. Very slowly, and awkwardly his hands moved to the belt he was wearing and started fumbling with the buckle.
Through her sore eyes she looked up at the angel before her, struggling to undo his vessel's clothing. This looked like the Cas she knew, awkward with humans, unsure of himself around her and needing her guidance. She blinked back more tears and sat forward slightly on the edge of the sink.
Noticing the movement, Castiel looked up at Emily. He sighed and let his hands drop to his sides, defeated by the belt buckle and utterly undone by the look on her face.
"What are you waiting for?"
He stared at her, shaking his head. He opened his mouth as if to answer and decided against it. Without any gesture in her direction he turned around and left the room.
Sliding down from her uncomfortable perch on the sink, Emily turned to study herself in the mirror. Her face was swollen and red from crying. Castiel's hands had left ugly welts on her neck, the tops of her breasts and her thighs. He'd broken one of the straps on the nightdress Jo had given her. She closed her eyes tight, trying to stop more tears escaping.
She found him sitting on the bed in the other room, face in his hands. Angry suddenly, and knowing that what she was about to do was dangerous, she crossed the room to him and pushed him backwards on to the bed. Her fingers were none too gentle as she ripped his belt through the loops and unzipped his trousers. He stared at her as she climbed on top of him; now he was the one who looked terrified.
Finally letting the tears spill she put her face right next to his, "It didn't have to be like this. This is not what I wanted and you knew that. We talked for hours about this, Cas, each night we were together. You know I wanted you, wanted this to happen eventually. It wasn't like I'd said no, like I'd gone back on that little deal you seem to have made with Dean. But, it doesn't matter what you say now, this is the way you want it – so finish what you started, Cas."