Okay, this is why it is rated M now. I feel so bad for what I did to Cas. And when I watched Alastair, he creeped me out so bad. But once I had the idea that Odyne would take him as a form, it kind of stuck.
WARNING: If you can't stand the thought of Cas being tortured or abused turn back now. This also includes non-consenting sex, or rape, so please go back if you can't handle this.
Dean looked around the warehouse…wait, warehouse, when did he get here? He looked himself over, fully clothed. What was going on? He looked around again. "Cas?" he called. "Cas? Where are you? Can you hear me?" He waited a few moments, but he got no reply. Then a thought struck him, and he muttered, "Mental torture, which means if this is going to be towards me, that it's going to be Hell, or close to it." He walked in, ready for whatever the cloaked captor had in store for him.
Castiel was not far away, also part of the imagined torture that was about to begin. He was pinned to a wall, a hand over his mouth. Blue eyes glared at his captor, who had taken on a form for this round. The form was of a man with short cut dark hair and dark eyes, along with a beard, and who easily stood as tall as Sam. "Now I don't understand why he is so scared of this demon, but if this is what gets the job done, then I won't object," the man said with a very nasally voice. He removed his hand from Castiel's mouth. "Why have you chosen a form this time? Is not depicting yourself as you are in the waking world of importance?" the angel asked. The man smiled, it was very unkind. "Now I can't tell you everything that I'm going to do to you, it would spoil all the fun." He kept a grip on Castiel, just under the throat, while the other hand reached inside the angel's trench coat. He then pulled out a silver, cylinder handled object that came to a four tipped point. Cas's eyes watched as the man held up the object and stared at it. "You can't kill me in this reality," Castiel said. The man looked at him. "No, but I can stab you and it will hurt like, as the humans say, a bitch. Your blade is only for security. Now, come along." The man dragged Cas around the corner, holding the blade to the angel's throat.
Dean turned a corner and walked through a doorway, then saw ahead of him, Castiel with his own blade to his throat, and a man holding him in place. Dean stared at the man, in shock, then shut his eyes, muttering, "This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real," then opened his eyes again. The man was still standing there with Cas. "I chose this form from looking into your memories, he was a demon wasn't he?" the man asked. Dean set his jaw and answered, "You're the son of a bitch who has us chained up outside this Matrix, aren't you? And yeah, he was a demon; the lead torturer in Hell, his name was Alastair." Alastair nodded. "From what I saw, he was someone after my own heart." Dean snorted. "You know for being so terrible, I'm not in any pain right now," he said, indicating himself and the room. "Well, I can see why he liked you," Alastair said. Dean glared. "You want to get right down to it, I'm impressed." Alastair told Castiel, "Stay still." He then began to loosen the tie around the angel's neck.
Dean was confused, and he cleared his throat. "What are you doing?" Alastair dropped the tie to the floor and pushed the trench coat off of Castiel's shoulders. He then pushed the black suit coat off, and began unbuttoning the white shirt underneath. "I don't see how stripping Cas has anything to do with this," Dean said, trying not to stare as inch by inch of Castiel was uncovered. "Oh but it does," Alastair said, keeping the blade poised at Cas's throat. "I can access your thoughts, and I know this is what you want." "No it's not," Dean growled. "Yes it is, you want this angel, naked and on his knees, begging to be fucked!" Dean didn't respond, but felt his cheeks burn, he tried to pass if off as anger. "I thought you were all about pain, if that's my fantasy, how does pleasure go with pain?" Alastair smiled and Dean shivered. "Pain goes with pleasure, when a virgin girl is first taken, she can bleed, and then there's BDSM and rough sex, you should know, after all, I can see that you like it a little rough," Alastair said, removing the belt from Castiel's pants.
Dean was revolted; it was bad enough having this thing know his secrets, but it was worse having it come out of Alastair's mouth and right in front of Cas. "Shut up," Dean hissed. Alastair wasn't going to. "And you want to know how I'm going to hurt you? It's not going to be physical, not at all, that's reserved for the angel." Alastair told Castiel, "Take off your pants and shoes." Cas's blue eyes flicked to Dean, then back to Alastair. He didn't move, until he felt the prick of the blade push against his Adam's apple. Castiel hesitantly did as Alastair told him to. So he was then standing there in boxers and socks.
Dean had a thought of where this was going, and didn't like it, he moved towards the two, when he was flung and pinned by an invisible force to the nearest wall. Alastair had his hand out, and he turned to Dean. "That's exactly what I'm going to do, and you have the honor of watching," he said, grinning. "You son of a bitch, don't you dare!" Dean yelled, struggling. Alastair ignored him and fingered the hem of Castiel's boxers. "You know the best part about this is, he may be in a vessel, but it's just him in there, so he gets to feel everything," Alastair said with almost a purr, then smirked. Dean thrashed, and called out, "This isn't hurting, it's just pissing me off!" Alastair turned to smile at Dean. "Then you won't be kept waiting." He pushed the boxers down, exposing all of Castiel, and the angel blushed.
Dean looked away, trying to preserve some of Cas's dignity. Alastair told Castiel, "Get down on your hands and knees, so the human can see." "Cas, don't do it!" Dean yelled. "You do it, and that thing wins! Don't do it Cas!" Castiel blinked, looking at Dean, when Alastair hissed, "I've already told you what will happen if I stab you with your blade, don't make me use it." "I doubt you have to warn me," Cas said. He hardened his eyes and said, "I'm not going to let you use me to get at Dean so easily." Alastair nodded, muttering, "So be it." With that he thrust the blade into Castiel's belly. The angel's eyes widened and he groaned. Alastair twisted the blade, inching it up a little and Cas cried out, his knees threatening to give out. "Not so powerful now are you, trapped inside that hunk of flesh?" Alastair asked as he shoved Cas down, removing the blade as he did so. Castiel landed on his knees, his hands going out to break his fall, and then he felt a foot press into his back. It seems the day Alastair died; his vessel wasn't wearing any shoes. "Now you just do as I say, and this might not hurt as much," the once demon said, raising Castiel's hips up. "You fucker, you touch him, and I swear…!" Dean began to say when Alastair silenced him with a wave of his hand. "Such language, perhaps someone needs to teach you some manners," Alastair said as he undid his pants.
Dean wriggled and kicked, trying to get out of the hold that had him. Castiel pushed himself up on his bleeding hands, when he felt the tip of his blade trace down his spine. "You can stay just like that," Alastair said, moving himself into position. Cas looked at Dean, blue eyes wide in fear, he knew was going to happen. Dean bucked, and kicked harder at the wall, trying to create a distraction. "You're just going to get sore," Alastair said, glancing up at Dean, then back to Castiel.
Cas shifted, the bits of concrete were digging into his palms, when Alastair thrust into him. Cas clenched his body, trying to ignore the searing pain, and barely registered the scream that passed his lips. Alastair chuckled. "There it is, music to my ears." Castiel looked at Dean, locking his eyes to the green of the hunter's. Alastair began to thrust and Cas grunted, concentrating on Dean. That focus was interrupted when there was a prick, then a slow jab near the angel's ribs. His eyes broke contact and he felt his arms shaking, trying to support his hurt body. "Your distraction is your weakness," Alastair hissed. "But you already know that, don't you?" Alastair moved close to mutter in Castiel's ear. "You see where that infatuation got you? Here!" To emphasize that Alastair thrust hard into Cas, and jabbed harshly in the bleeding wound that he had created with the blade. "Here, with me, in this form, having your precious human watch as you break." Cas shuddered as Alastair continued, and closed his eyes.
Dean watched, tears rolling down his cheeks, he couldn't stand watching this, even though he knew it was only in his mind. He hated himself for being so helpless, unable to help Cas, only able to kick and scream, like a child that hasn't gotten the toy it wanted. He supposed that's what he looked like, the one friend he had, who he wanted to keep close, was now being ripped from him, and that stung deep.
Alastair laughed, a bellowing laugh. He continued what he was doing, but managed to say, "And the shoe…has dropped." He chuckled. "Wh-what are you talking about?" Cas asked. "Dean's breaking, I can feel it, just like I can feel inside of you angel," Alastair said, a smile on his lips. Dean glared. "I can feel how hot you are, how good it feels with your blood running down your thighs, how…tight you clench," Alastair said, glancing at Dean and grinning. Dean's glare didn't waver, and if he could scream, he would have, insulting Alastair till he couldn't breathe.
Alastair chuckled again, then jabbed and twisted the blade into Castiel's side. Cas's eyes flew open and he dug his fingers into the concrete. "No holding it in now," Alastair instructed. "Let it all out and let me hear it." Castiel bit his lip, he wasn't going to give in, the scream had been an initial reaction, and he wasn't going to do it again without some force. Alastair noticed and muttered, "You're doing this to yourself you know." He dug and twisted the blade in Castiel's side, watching the blood drip out, and the angel grimaced, but said nothing. "I know you can do better than that," Alastair said, removing the blade to stab the shoulder of his victim, repeatedly, and then Cas's arms gave out. He collapsed onto his face, but Alastair kept his hips raised, still thrusting. The former demon removed the blade, and then lazily traced lines in the angel's back, till the tip came to rest in between the shoulder blades. Castiel's eyes were wide, his body shook, and he looked at Dean.
Dean could see true fear in the angel's eyes, and he wasn't sure as to why Cas was frightened, till he took into account where the angel blade was placed. "That's right," Alastair called out. "This is where his wings would be if he showed them to you, they would meet right here." Alastair tapped the spot with the tip of the blade to emphasize his last two words and Cas flinched. "Now," Alastair stopped for a moment and leaned close to talk to Castiel. "I won't have to do this if you just open your mouth and let me hear the beautiful sounds that come forth," he said. "Wouldn't I be doing that anyway if you were to continue?" Castiel asked. "Could be," Alastair said. "But perhaps not, and what I'll do won't be as bad as hurting your wings." Alastair reached a hand out and began stroking the air, as far as he could reach from Castiel's side.
Dean thought he was crazy, there was nothing there, Alastair had to be guessing that's where Cas's wings were. "No, I can see them," he said. "Which is why I can do this." He plunged the blade towards the area he was stroking.
Castiel screamed again, but it was in anguish this time, and when the blade touched down, there was a flicker of feathers, black ones, for a moment, and then they vanished. Blood began to drip onto the floor from where the blade stuck and Cas whimpered. Alastair grinned, and thrust harder. "Keep it up angel and I'll leave you and your friend alone." "I sincerely doubt that," Castiel managed to gasp out. "You may leave us alone, but you'll come back at some point when Sam and my brother no longer satisfy your needs." Alastair smirked. "You think you're so smart, think that you know me." He removed the blade from the transparent wing with a grunt, and then gripped the back of Cas's head by his hair. "You have no idea." With that he plunged the knife into the other wing, smiling as Castiel's scream turned to a small sob. Alastair looked at Dean, and said, "Buckle up boys, I'm just getting started." He grinned.
If you've made it this far, congrats. I promise it won't be so bad after this. And yes, I threw in some wings because I wanted to.
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