Fic: Temple of Abomination 1/1 Dean/Castiel
Title: Temple of Abomination
Author: Aerilex
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre/Pairings: Pre-slash, Dark
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~780
Disclaimer: Not intended for profit, only intended for entertainment purposes. Author does not own anything recognizable.
Warnings: Dark, Season 5 sort-of AU, Implied torture
Summary: "Dean is terrified to admit what he wants. Castiel understands, and makes the choice for him."
A/N: I seriously have no idea where this came from, but it seems to have descended from the darker parts of my mind. I don't know if it's going anywhere, either so for now it's a really dark one-shot.
Turns out, all Lucifer wants is a playmate-a witness, someone to keep close while he wreaks havoc and chaos over the face of his Father’s creation. After all, what fun is world domination when there’s no one to watch one dominate?
Dean is terrified to admit what he wants.
Castiel understands, and makes the choice for him.
~
Sam says yes in Detroit. And the Devil takes him over.
Lucifer is satisfied with this victory, but he hungers for something else. Sam Winchester is a fine vessel, but without Michael on this plane anyway Lucifer runs the risk of becoming bored and quickly.
The Morningstar tamps down on Sam’s resistance, mildly amused and simultaneously agitated by the human’s struggle deep in the core of his Grace. Lucifer is more amused watching Dean Winchester break slowly, watching Bobby Singer try to remain determined, watching Castiel fall into the pit of despair.
Lucifer remembers Castiel.
Lucifer remembers a fledgling with wide, expressive blue eyes that used to trail behind Gabriel and tug on his tawny-gold wings insistently while God’s messenger had been charged with the care of the littlest angel. Then, Gabriel had taken a fond if reluctant affinity to Castiel.
Lucifer had thought him a curious creature. He still thinks Castiel peculiar, in all manner of speaking.
Still, intrigue delights Lucifer and so when he senses his youngest brother he smiles, the shape of it wicked on Sam Winchester’s mouth. This could make for a delightful game, a way to bring further despair to Dean Winchester and perhaps push him closer to that edge. A way to play with Gabriel’s curious little fledgling awhile.
Casting out his message, the Morningstar sits in a blood-soaked throne room decorated with the bodies of those that have borne witness to Sam’s life and watches the lifeless corpses sway like marionettes around him.
Calmly, the Devil awaits his prize.
~
Castiel has only a smidgeon of Grace left to him. It is enough to receive the nudge-nudge of someone tapping against the edge of his mind, a mind that had recently been only one part of an entire host of voices. Castiel is uncertain who is trying to deliver the message at first, until suddenly his human body is clenched with agony.
He is curled on the floor and writhing when he comes to, Dean clasping him by the shoulders and staring down at him with wide, worried green eyes.
Castiel stares at him for a moment, then pieces together the message and relays it to Dean in gasping spurts.
Lucifer will give Sam back, in exchange for Castiel. They have 24 hours to decide.
Dean’s eyes, for the briefest moment, flicker with devastating hope. Then, he turns gruff and disbelieving. He and Bobby commune and worry that it’s a set-up of some kind. Bobby wants to ignore it. Dean is terrified to admit what he wants.
Castiel understands, and makes the choice for him.
~
Dean collapses later that night, run down by sleepless nights and the slow burn of whiskey. He dreams of Sam’s face, murmurs his brother’s name.
Castiel stands over him silently, hidden in shadows as Dean is bathed in the light of the moon. The former angel trails his fingertips over Dean’s forehead, his cheek, his lips.
Castiel is gone before the sun rises.
~
Dean experiences the morning in a blur of madness.
Bobby wakes him gruffly, eyes wide with legitimate terror as he points out that something just crash-landed outside the house and oh, by the way, Cas is missing. Dean lets the older hunter drag him off the couch and onto his feet, lets Bobby help him pull himself together.
Dean never wants to see Bobby scared again.
They go in search of the fallen angel and the source of the noise outside. Instead of Cas they find Sam, bruised but whole and lying in the center of what looks like the site of a small nuclear explosion.
Dean’s eyes are brimming when he snatches his brother up against him.
Sam is delirious, focuses on his brother long enough to clutch Dean back and says, “It was Cas. Cas saved me.”
Dean pulls his brother close to hide the sob that cracks through him.
~
The littlest angel in all of Heaven is so much smaller after he’s lost his Grace.
Lucifer smiles at him, unsurprised that Castiel retains enough of himself to look upon his elder brother’s true visage.
Castiel stares back evenly with those same expressive blue eyes.
The Morningstar shines with ecstacy every time the screams get louder.
Author: Aerilex
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre/Pairings: Pre-slash, Dark
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~780
Disclaimer: Not intended for profit, only intended for entertainment purposes. Author does not own anything recognizable.
Warnings: Dark, Season 5 sort-of AU, Implied torture
Summary: "Dean is terrified to admit what he wants. Castiel understands, and makes the choice for him."
A/N: I seriously have no idea where this came from, but it seems to have descended from the darker parts of my mind. I don't know if it's going anywhere, either so for now it's a really dark one-shot.
Turns out, all Lucifer wants is a playmate-a witness, someone to keep close while he wreaks havoc and chaos over the face of his Father’s creation. After all, what fun is world domination when there’s no one to watch one dominate?
Dean is terrified to admit what he wants.
Castiel understands, and makes the choice for him.
~
Sam says yes in Detroit. And the Devil takes him over.
Lucifer is satisfied with this victory, but he hungers for something else. Sam Winchester is a fine vessel, but without Michael on this plane anyway Lucifer runs the risk of becoming bored and quickly.
The Morningstar tamps down on Sam’s resistance, mildly amused and simultaneously agitated by the human’s struggle deep in the core of his Grace. Lucifer is more amused watching Dean Winchester break slowly, watching Bobby Singer try to remain determined, watching Castiel fall into the pit of despair.
Lucifer remembers Castiel.
Lucifer remembers a fledgling with wide, expressive blue eyes that used to trail behind Gabriel and tug on his tawny-gold wings insistently while God’s messenger had been charged with the care of the littlest angel. Then, Gabriel had taken a fond if reluctant affinity to Castiel.
Lucifer had thought him a curious creature. He still thinks Castiel peculiar, in all manner of speaking.
Still, intrigue delights Lucifer and so when he senses his youngest brother he smiles, the shape of it wicked on Sam Winchester’s mouth. This could make for a delightful game, a way to bring further despair to Dean Winchester and perhaps push him closer to that edge. A way to play with Gabriel’s curious little fledgling awhile.
Casting out his message, the Morningstar sits in a blood-soaked throne room decorated with the bodies of those that have borne witness to Sam’s life and watches the lifeless corpses sway like marionettes around him.
Calmly, the Devil awaits his prize.
~
Castiel has only a smidgeon of Grace left to him. It is enough to receive the nudge-nudge of someone tapping against the edge of his mind, a mind that had recently been only one part of an entire host of voices. Castiel is uncertain who is trying to deliver the message at first, until suddenly his human body is clenched with agony.
He is curled on the floor and writhing when he comes to, Dean clasping him by the shoulders and staring down at him with wide, worried green eyes.
Castiel stares at him for a moment, then pieces together the message and relays it to Dean in gasping spurts.
Lucifer will give Sam back, in exchange for Castiel. They have 24 hours to decide.
Dean’s eyes, for the briefest moment, flicker with devastating hope. Then, he turns gruff and disbelieving. He and Bobby commune and worry that it’s a set-up of some kind. Bobby wants to ignore it. Dean is terrified to admit what he wants.
Castiel understands, and makes the choice for him.
~
Dean collapses later that night, run down by sleepless nights and the slow burn of whiskey. He dreams of Sam’s face, murmurs his brother’s name.
Castiel stands over him silently, hidden in shadows as Dean is bathed in the light of the moon. The former angel trails his fingertips over Dean’s forehead, his cheek, his lips.
Castiel is gone before the sun rises.
~
Dean experiences the morning in a blur of madness.
Bobby wakes him gruffly, eyes wide with legitimate terror as he points out that something just crash-landed outside the house and oh, by the way, Cas is missing. Dean lets the older hunter drag him off the couch and onto his feet, lets Bobby help him pull himself together.
Dean never wants to see Bobby scared again.
They go in search of the fallen angel and the source of the noise outside. Instead of Cas they find Sam, bruised but whole and lying in the center of what looks like the site of a small nuclear explosion.
Dean’s eyes are brimming when he snatches his brother up against him.
Sam is delirious, focuses on his brother long enough to clutch Dean back and says, “It was Cas. Cas saved me.”
Dean pulls his brother close to hide the sob that cracks through him.
~
The littlest angel in all of Heaven is so much smaller after he’s lost his Grace.
Lucifer smiles at him, unsurprised that Castiel retains enough of himself to look upon his elder brother’s true visage.
Castiel stares back evenly with those same expressive blue eyes.
The Morningstar shines with ecstacy every time the screams get louder.