yeah, not that long of a chapter this time, and less torture to Cas. I still feel bad about it though.
Dean really wished he wasn't mute, but he knew by now that Alastair, or whatever the hell it was, was not going to let him talk; the whole point was to watch. The one thing he wanted was to be blind, mentally, because then he wouldn't have to see what the son of a bitch had done to Cas. But that wasn't happening either. Dean didn't know how long he and Castiel had been trapped inside his head being tortured by the form of Alastair, but it had been long enough. Dean had stopped struggling against the invisible force that had him pinned to the wall a while ago, because there was no point, he had just made himself sore, like the bastard said he would. Dean had watched the former demon dig and strip part of Cas's wings while the angel shuddered and cried, sometimes unable to stop himself from crying out. Alastair had also stabbed and carved at Castiel's body, earning whimpers. All the while he kept thrusting into Cas's abused body. Then everything came into focus for Dean, he had been drifting in and out of paying attention to what was happening up until this point, the creature wanted Dean to see this. Alastair grinned at Dean, gripped Castiel's hips hard enough to bruise and came with a loud cry. Dean shuddered and looked sick. Alastair pulled himself out of Cas and stepped aside as the angel collapsed completely. Alastair came to his side, where some of the blood from Cas's wings had pooled and stopped, seeing the angel grimace as Alastair was standing on his wing. Alastair moved towards Dean, cracked his neck in a circle, then waved and Dean collapsed to the floor. He glared. "You make me sick," he growled. "I'll take that as a compliment," Alastair purred. "You done here?" Dean growled. "Hmmm," Alastair looked back at Cas, who had propped himself up on one elbow, then to Dean. "I think so." Alastair clapped and Dean woke up with a start in the bed.
He stared at the cloaked figure as it stood on the other side of the bed, near Castiel. Dean tried to lunge for the figure, but the shackles dug into his wrists, stopping him. Castiel lay limp beside Dean, drenched in sweat and blood stained his trench coat in places. "Cas?" Dean looked at the angel. "Talk to me." "Dean," Cas croaked. His shut his blue eyes for a moment, and Dean noticed his cheeks were stained from tears. When Cas opened them again, they were blood shot. Dean looked up at the figure. "I hope you're fucking happy!" The figure walked towards the door. "Yeah, just walk away," Dean snarled. "When I get out of here, I am going to find out what you are, and kill you. You are not going to live for long once I'm free." The door shut and Dean looked at Castiel.
"That bastard really worked you over, and I'm not going to show it mercy," Dean told him. "I don't expect you to," Castiel said hoarsely. "How badly hurt are you?" Dean asked, looking Cas over. Castiel raised his head to look Dean in the face. "You know how bad it is Dean." "What about…your wings? Did that happen? Could it really see them?" Dean asked, he wasn't trying to insult Castiel with the previous question. "You cannot seem them now, but yes, it did do some damage. It would not be a problem if I had access to my power, but since I cannot access them, this will take some time to heal," Castiel explained. Dean looked crest fallen, but then he was angry. "How bad is it? Did it cripple your wings?" he asked. "My wings, in my true form are massive, so no, they are not crippled, but they are definitely damaged," Cas told him. Dean nodded. "Well if it's giving us time to relax again, I guess we should take it," he said.
Castiel nodded. He laid his head back into the bed. "Cas," Dean said softly. "I'm sorry." Castiel glanced up at the hunter; the setting sun shone through the window and illuminated one side of Dean's face."I'm sorry that it chose Alastair to hurt you. I'm sorry that it…did all those things to you. And I'm sorry that I couldn't help you." "You don't have to apologize Dean," Castiel said. "It did what it did on purpose; it wanted to make you immobile and have to watch, because it already made me watch." Dean growled. "Cas, I swear, one way or another we are going to gank this thing." Cas nodded. "And I'm going to stick by you till you heal," Dean said so softly, it could have been missed, if Castiel didn't have superior hearing. "Thank you Dean," Cas told him, smiling weakly. Dean returned the smile and sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.
I really liked the image I had in my head of Dean in the sunlight, it was just so vivid, and back to Sam and Gabe in the next chapter. Will they get out and kill Odyne? And please review, I would love to see what you love or hate about this story.