Hey everyone. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry for abrupt end but I wanting to split it up so it wasn't too long to read. Feel free to review.
The house was stunning. Everything about it seemed perfect. Not a tile was out of place. Even the lawn was manicured within an inch of its life; not a blade of grass dare swayed in the wind. Roses hugged the walls and the brown door seemed familiar and welcoming.
"Are you sure this is the right address?" Sam asked for the hundredth time as Dean growled in annoyance.
"Yes Sam!"
"Dean! I think I saw movement. The curtain," Castiel suddenly interjected as his steely gazed fixed on the window.
"This house is too perfect I don't like it," Sam stated uncertainly as Dean sent him a withering look.
"Alright jealous kid. Wait here if you're scared. Me and Cas can handle this. Big baby!" Dean joked as he belittled Sam's fears.
Maintaining his calm Sam sent a message telepathically to Huntress, Huntress or Celeste this may be stupid and it might not reach you. I don't know if you can hear me but I, we need your help. I have a bad feeling about this place. It's called Thorn-Heart Rest, number 66. As he realised Dean had already picked the lock he decided to join them quickly.
Entering the house cold air hit their faces. Castiel felt his feathers shiver. Sam was on edge and Dean had his gun poised. The house seemed totally normally. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Until heavy footsteps descended the stairs. A man with a horribly disfigured face; a terrible, rotten scar on one side, appeared before hiding his face with a mask. The mask was red and it was in the shape of a heart. It covered the normal side of his face.
"You have all come here. So that I can water your seeds of doubt. My roses are beautiful are they not?" the man asked as the three of them were pushed onto three chairs by an unseen force.
All of them became immobilised. They gritted their teeth in unison as the man began to walk with slow, large strides up and down the line.
Stopping in front of Castiel he smiled. Leaning close to his ear he began to whisper,
"You are very much like my white roses. Innocent and pure. But their sharp thorns are not afraid to strike back. They don't trust you. They don't care about you. You don't really have any friends. Those two see you as a waste of space. My words are much like your speech. Incoherent. Inconsistent. Incomprehensible. You're an imbecile," the man finished and stepped back.
Castiel strained against the invisible force but suddenly he went still as he could hear Sam and Dean's voices ring around his head, yelling insults. Useless, waste of space, stupid, childish, we don't need you, no one wants you here. Despite, his cold angel exterior tears began to spill down Castiel's cheeks.
"What did you say to him? Cas! Cas, please tell me what's wrong? What has he done to you," Dean begged as he helplessly watched Castiel begin to violently shake.
"I told him nothing but the truth. I told him what he deserved to hear," the man leered, his eyes as alive as a raging fire. "Now your turn."
"Oh goodie," Dean said sarcastically as the man leaned in and began to whisper as Sam looked on.
"You are stronger than them. Nothing can stop you on your quest of destroying the evil of this world. Ha. That is a lie. You are nothing without them and yet they will destroy you. Do you know why? Because they will betray you. All of the ones you love betray you eventually. You can't even care for yourself, let alone anyone else. You are pathetic. My words seem weak because your mind is too weak to realise that these are not my words. These are your own! You think all of this and keep it to yourself like a great burden. Stop trying to be a man and except the fact you are a little boy, who needs his friend and brother to hold his hand," the man began to cackle and Dean himself laughed for a short while.
This guy was a joke. He wasn't even the slightest bit intimidating he grinned at Sam, but suddenly he started to cringe.
"Dean? Dean! What's wrong," Sam yelled as Dean began to stamp his feet and rock his chair back and forth before it fell onto the ground.
"Don't say my name! Don't say my name!" Dean screamed repeatedly as he covered his ears with his shaking hands.