WARNING: Elements of non-con in the following text.
"Having fun without me?"
Eris watched The Master and Castiel whilst leaning against a pillar next to one of the cages. An angel blade glinted from a belt around her waist. Her hand trailed absently over the clean silver bars. The being in the cage whimpered and wrapped its arms tighter around itself. Castiel could hear it crying softly. He attempted moving, but with little success. He could barely even shift his legs. He might be able to gain more control if he kept trying, but it seemed unlikely. He could probably talk, but he decided against it.
The Master looked at her and smirked. "We were just waiting for you. Weren't we angel?"
The Master looked down at Castiel, who was still unable to move. His jacket, tie, and shirt had been removed and were strewn haphazardly around them. There was some holy oil on his pants and arms from the cage. He was lucky he was an angel, or else the Master's tight grip around each of his wrists would have cut off circulation.
Eris sneered at him. "Oh how the mighty are fallen." She pushed herself away from the pillar and stalked towards them. "There was a time when you could have killed me without much effort and I wouldn't have been able to stop you. Now you're in my home, completely powerless, and even if you weren't, I still have this." She slid the shining angel blade out of her belt and held it carefully in her hands. Eris crouched down behind Castiel's head and placed a hand on one side of his face and the blade on the other side. The Master sat astride Cas's chest, grinning derangedly at Eris. She let the blood cut his cheek, then stared at the leaking blood and grace in delight. The Master suddenly leaned forward and licked the blood away, moaning in pleasure.
Eris sifted the fingers of her free hand through Castiel's hair. The knife cut deeper into his cheek, gouging the flesh. "You know, I'm not usually one for torture. I know that seems strange, but it's true. You can only do so much to a person before they either die or break, and then they're just no fun. But someone has to pay for Makhai's death, and those idiotic little Winchesters aren't here. So you get to play with us instead! Isn't that grand!"
Castiel felt sick, but kept his face stoic, determined not to let them see how affected he was by their ministrations. He thought of praying, but soon decided it would be pointless. If God didn't care about the apocalypse, then he definitely didn't care about this.
If he was honest, Castiel wasn't even scared that they would hurt him. He knew that they were going to, so there was really no point in worrying about it. His main concern was getting out. To do that, he would have to get around Eris and the Master, as well as Eris's less than stable children. And he was completely unarmed. He might be able to get the angel blade if they became distracted, but first the Master would have to release his hold on him. Even then he didn't have much of a chance actually fighting them. They were both significantly more powerful than him at the moment, and even then he could tell that all of Olympus was covered in wards. He couldn't get out on his own.
Strangely, the thought didn't upset him. Yes, it was very likely that he was going to die, but he had before. It was peaceful, with no pain or regret. He wouldn't mind if it happened again. He was upset though that he hadn't gotten to say goodbye to Dean or the Doctor. And Sam, but mostly Dean and the Doctor. He would have liked to tell Dean how he felt, even though he knew that Dean could never return the sentiment. And he wished that he'd had more time with the Doctor, that he had known him better, that he could have explored their relationship better. It was enough to make him sad, but not enough for him to fight.
Eris grew bored with his silence and drew the blade down to his chest, using it pop the buttons from his shirt while she hummed carelessly. She etched a few random shapes into his chest. She was smiling and would have looked gentle if you didn't know any better. The Master rubbed his hands over the shapes, smearing the blood and grace over Castiel's chest and shirt. After a moment, he started to rub the blood on Castiel's face. Some of it got into his mouth and his nose, but still he didn't move, didn't react at all. The Master growled in frustration before striking Castiel across the face. His head rolled back and he felt the sting in his cheek. But he still didn't move.
The Master huffed indignantly and leaned back. "Why are you being so difficult angel? I've been nice. Patient, even." Eris snorted, but the Master kept his attention on Castiel. He slapped the angel again, but Castiel remained still. The Master growled, but stopped. He smiled at Castiel, his gold eyes glowing. He moved so that he was sitting next to Castiel instead of on top of him. Castiel was careful not to be too relieved, as he was sure that this was simply to aid in whatever new torture the mad god had thought of.
The Master hummed happily and slid his hand over Castiel's chest. The blood had begun to dry, but some of it stuck to his hands. His hand brushed lower, to the top of his pants, then inside of them. Castiel resisted the urge to move, to throw the Master off of him. He doubted he actually could anyway. Instead, he stared straight above him as his mind began to retreat into itself in an effort to block out what was happening. Unfortunately, the Master realized what he was doing and used his own powers to force the angel's mind back out of its hiding place. Castiel had no choice but to feel the Master touching him, violating him. He finally tried to fight, but a wave of power slammed into him and forced him back down, now completely incapable of moving or speaking. Eris laughed as she held his shoulders sown, her nails digging into the flesh. The Master started to pull Castiel's pants down -
The Master and Eris yelled indignantly as they were thrown away from Castiel and held against pillars. Castiel felt relief flood him as he realized he could move again. He stood up, but quickly sat back down, weak from loss of grace. He looked to the center of the room. Nyx stood there, skin and eyes glowing, with Dean and Sam at her side. Sam was crouched into a ball with his eyes shut and his hands covering his ears. Dean was kneeling beside his brother, but his focus was on Cas, his eyes staring at him in horror. Cas wondered why he looked like that, before remembering that he was covered in blood, his shirt was ripped open, his pants were basically hanging on him, and part of his cheek had been gouged out. A small part, but still. He stood up to demonstrate that he was fine, and nearly doubled over from the pain in his chest. Dean ran over to him and grabbed his arms, allowing the angel to lean back against him. Cas sighed in relief as he lay against his hunter and close his eyes. Dean sifted his fingers through Cas's hair. It reminded him of what Eris had done earlier, but with none of the ill intent. He sighed and leaned further into Dean, allowing a wave of relief and love to wash over him. This is where I belong.
Nyx watched the angel, her face emotionless. She soon grew bored with the spectacle and walked over to her daughter, who still fought against her mother's power. She screamed and thrashed, her power flaring out from her like a whip. It was rather unbecoming of a goddess, especially one so powerful. Eris glared up at her, eyes know completely green and giving off an unearthly purple glow. The human mask that she wore began to fall, revealing her gray skin that was pulled tightly against her sharp bones along with wolf teeth and talon-like fingers. She snarled at Nyx, her own power lashing out, angrily attacking her. Nyx was shocked at how much it hurt. Eris had always been powerful, but never before was it enough to challenge her mother. It was extremely worrying.
Eris soon realized that there was no chance of getting out through force and stopped struggling. Her appearance started to change back so that she was still scary, but now due to her energy than her appearance. She growled before saying hatefully, "Mother."
Nyx lifted her head in acknowledgement. "Eris."
Eris made no attempt to be polite, instead grinding her teeth as she spoke. "Is there a reason that I'm being attacked?"
"There are several."
"Really?"
"Yes. You attacked and captured an angel, nearly killed your sister, and brutalized the mind of Samuel Winchester."
After a beat, Eris responded, "To be fair, the last one isn't technically against any rules. It's only discouraged."
Dean shifted behind Cas, who turned to look at him. His jaw wa s clenched and his eyes blazed with hatred. Two things kept him from killing Eris in that moment: 1. Cas needed him 2. She would kick his ass.
Castiel looked at the Master, surprised that he hadn't said anything. He soon realized that it was because he couldn't. The god was shaking his head back and forth as he attempted to yell. His eyes were glowing yellow as his face turned pink from the effort.
Before Nyx could say anything else, Eris demanded, "Where are my children?"
"They're sleeping for now. I will release them later. What is important right now, is that you fix what you have done." She looked to Sam, crooking a finger at him. Sam slid across the floor to her in a way that would have been funny if it weren't sad. He opened his eyes for a moment, then immediately shut them when he saw Eris. He whimpered and continued rocking.
Eris made a disgusted sound as she looked at him. So weak, so fragile. How anyone could love humans at all seemed strange. "What do you expect me to do?"
"Fix him."
"What makes you think I can do that? I never have before."
"You're the Goddess of Chaos, and there is nothing more chaotic than the mind. I'm sure you can find a way."Eris's eyes narrowed before she turned sharply from her mother and focused on Sam instead. She stared at his head, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. She looked like she was picking him apart and examining each of the pieces. After an eternity, she said, " All right. I'll try."
Dean looked at his brother worryingly as that wasn't exactly comforting. But Nyx allowed her to move closer and put her hands on Sam's forehead. After a beat, her fingers began to glow black. She started to pull them away carefully. They were covered in what looked like dark web spider webs. She pulled at them, rolling them into a small floating ball that glowed black. Finally, she was done and there was no more left. It floated above Eris's open hand as she looked at it with a strangely loving look that made Dean feel awkward, as though he was watching something private.
Sam stayed in his place on the floor before withdrawing his hands and looking up. He moved back when he saw how close he was to Eris, then gasped when he saw Nyx. His eyes kept searching the room, filled with fear as he saw the Master, then relief when he spotted Dean and Car, and finally horror as he took in Cas's appearance.
Immediately, Castiel used what little strength he had to heal himself. Or at least what could be seen. He smiled weakly at Sam, who's expression didn't change.
Without speaking, Nyx placed her hand on Sam's arm, and he was gone. The Master glared at them as she proceeded to do the same with Dean and Cas. Eris mindlessly waved a hand at her as she left.
Nyx didn't bother staying to talk to them. They didn't even see her when they appeared in Bobby's living room, to the relief of the Doctor and Bobby, though Bobby hid it better, only allowing them to see a single gruff smile before calling them idjits. The Doctor was nowhere near so subtle. He practically threw himself at Cas, wrapping his arms around his torso and dipping his face into the crook of his neck. Cas awkwardly returned the hug, carefully wrapping his arms around the Doctor and squeezing lightly.
Dean tried to watch, tried to tell himself he didn't care. But ultimately, he knew the truth. He just wished he'd realized it sooner.
"Well," he began, causing the Doctor to separate himself from the angel, "I'm tired. I'll you guys in the morning." He quickly headed upstairs, trying desperately to look like he wasn't running away. Sam wanted to worry, but he was exhausted, only barely keeping his eyes open. He soon fell asleep on the couch, at which point Bobby left.
The Doctor cleared his throat before saying awkwardly, "Well, I'm gonna head off to the TARDIS. Maybe tinker with the engine a bit. You're welcome to come by anytime you want." He looked at Cas hopefully, but also a little sadly. Cas didn't know why exactly, but he felt as though the reason was hidden in his mind, waiting for him to acknowledge it.
The angel said goodnight then watched without moving as the Time Lord left.
Dean sighed as he flopped on the bed, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Watching the Doctor hug his angel had been hell, but he figured he could live with it as long as he was never in the room while they touched or - God forbid - kiss. So basically, never. Ugh.
Dean threw his arm over his eyes and tried to get to sleep. Two minutes later, he heard someone knocking at the door. "Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean..."
Dean sighed and got up. When he opened the door, he was faced with Cas with his fist raised mid-knock. He lowered his hand awkwardly and blushed. "Hello."
Dean tried not to sound bitter. "Hello? Cas, what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off with your alien boyfriend?" OK, maybe he was a little bitter.
"No, he's in the TARDIS."
"And he didn't ask you to go with him?"
"He did, but I wanted to speak with you." He walked into the room, looking around nervously.
Dean shut the door behind him and asked, "You ok? You're...fidgeting." Even as Dean spoke, the angel was absently tugging at one sleeve.
"No. No, I'm not ok Dean." He faced Dean, his eyes filled with fear and determination. Because that ended so well before.
"Well what's wrong?"
Cas sighed. "I'm not entirely sure how to go about this."
"Just start at the beginning."
"I will try. As you know, the Doctor and I kissed."
Dean valiantly tried not to die at those words. "Cas, I know that already. You don't have to tell me again." Please don't tell me again.
Cas stared at his hands, which rested in his lap. "I know. The problem with this is that, when we did, he was not the one I was thinking about."
"Oh..." So Cas had a crush on someone? Fan-fucking-tastic. "Who is it?"
"I thought it was obvious." He finally looked up from his hands, choosing instead to stare into Dean's eyes. "Dean... it's you. I love you."
