SPN: It's in Your Eyes, Where the Shadows Lie - Epilogue
Title: It's in Your Eyes, Where the Shadows Lie
Beta: verucasalt123
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Genre: It's a Terrible Life AU verse, Horror, Drama, Dark themes, Angst
Pairings: Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Dean, mentions of Dean/'Dr.Sexy' and Dean/OMCs
Spoilers: For the AU verse in episode 4.17; none for canon
Warnings: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING! Language, stalking, gore, sex, d/s themes, sex between minors (under 13, not descriptive), major character death Dean, cannibalism, necrophilia, twincest, incest, pedophilia, patricide, non-con, dub-con, suicide, mental illness (Dissociative Identity Disorder), hallucinations
Word Count: 17 000 (in total)
Summary: Jimmy Novak has been working as Dean Smith's secretary for the last two years. After two years of crushing on his employer, Jimmy and Dean finally go out on a date. However, unknown to Dean, Castiel has also taken an interest in him and Dean's stalker will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.
A/N: Written as part of the dc-dystopia Challenge. All submissions have dark themes so I strongly suggest that you READ THE WARNINGS before reading my fic. The appearances of pedophilia and sex between minors has been intentionally kept non-descriptive in adherence to LiveJournal's Terms of Service. If even one of the warning themes disturbs you, I highly recommend you don't read this.
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | Epilogue | Art Masterpost
Not all stories have happy endings. Very few have happy beginnings. Castiel’s story never really had a beginning but he counts his earliest memory, buried beneath the recesses of Jimmy’s confused and distorted mind, to be the start of his vessel’s transformation. When Jimmy was weak, Castiel was strong. When Jimmy was silent, Castiel was the booming voice in the darkness, offering vengeance where there was only fear and peace, where there was only pain. In the jumble of pieces scrambled in Jimmy’s head, both vessel and angel have constructed a different puzzle for how it all began.
This is Castiel. And this is his story.
*
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water dripped in an even tempo from the leaky faucet, its echo the only sound that disrupted the thick tension as Castiel stood inside the shower, his vessel’s 12 year old naked body looking sickly pale and thin. Scrubbed raw red from Jimmy’s breakdown only minutes ago, cold water still dripped from his vessel’s skin. But he no longer trembled. He felt strong, sure.
The metal of Nick’s Colt felt cool in his hand.
From where Anna stood in the doorway, wide eyes locked on his and lips trembling, he could already make out the silent tears trickling down her cheeks.
“J-Jimmy…”
“Jimmy?” Castiel asked, tilting his head. He frowned.
A strangled sob. Humans were resilient, even when their existence became a twisted abomination of living. He could see the horror in her eyes, eyes so pained and haunted they didn’t belong to a girl her age. But, he was here for a reason. He was here to do what Jimmy couldn’t.
He raised the Colt and pointed it at Anna.
“Jimmy, DON’T-“
Castiel still remembers the sound of the shot, followed by her body slumping to the floor. He still remembers holding her in his arms, both of them naked and her head would bleeding all over his chest, a mixture of gore and brains that seemed to stain his skin for weeks afterwards. But most of all, he remembers how good it felt to free her from her pain. That Thursday, it was only fitting that her soul’s redemption came at the hands of the Angel of Thursday.
“You always said we were watching over you,” Castiel had whispered, stroking Anna’s red hair against his chest. Blood and gore laced in tangled knots. He had closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, releasing the smallest of sighs. “You were right. Angels are watching over you.”
Mostly, though, Castiel remembers slowly opening his eyes and smiling.
Beta: verucasalt123
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Genre: It's a Terrible Life AU verse, Horror, Drama, Dark themes, Angst
Pairings: Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Dean, mentions of Dean/'Dr.Sexy' and Dean/OMCs
Spoilers: For the AU verse in episode 4.17; none for canon
Warnings: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING! Language, stalking, gore, sex, d/s themes, sex between minors (under 13, not descriptive), major character death Dean, cannibalism, necrophilia, twincest, incest, pedophilia, patricide, non-con, dub-con, suicide, mental illness (Dissociative Identity Disorder), hallucinations
Word Count: 17 000 (in total)
Summary: Jimmy Novak has been working as Dean Smith's secretary for the last two years. After two years of crushing on his employer, Jimmy and Dean finally go out on a date. However, unknown to Dean, Castiel has also taken an interest in him and Dean's stalker will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.
A/N: Written as part of the dc-dystopia Challenge. All submissions have dark themes so I strongly suggest that you READ THE WARNINGS before reading my fic. The appearances of pedophilia and sex between minors has been intentionally kept non-descriptive in adherence to LiveJournal's Terms of Service. If even one of the warning themes disturbs you, I highly recommend you don't read this.
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | Epilogue | Art Masterpost
Not all stories have happy endings. Very few have happy beginnings. Castiel’s story never really had a beginning but he counts his earliest memory, buried beneath the recesses of Jimmy’s confused and distorted mind, to be the start of his vessel’s transformation. When Jimmy was weak, Castiel was strong. When Jimmy was silent, Castiel was the booming voice in the darkness, offering vengeance where there was only fear and peace, where there was only pain. In the jumble of pieces scrambled in Jimmy’s head, both vessel and angel have constructed a different puzzle for how it all began.
This is Castiel. And this is his story.
*
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water dripped in an even tempo from the leaky faucet, its echo the only sound that disrupted the thick tension as Castiel stood inside the shower, his vessel’s 12 year old naked body looking sickly pale and thin. Scrubbed raw red from Jimmy’s breakdown only minutes ago, cold water still dripped from his vessel’s skin. But he no longer trembled. He felt strong, sure.
The metal of Nick’s Colt felt cool in his hand.
From where Anna stood in the doorway, wide eyes locked on his and lips trembling, he could already make out the silent tears trickling down her cheeks.
“J-Jimmy…”
“Jimmy?” Castiel asked, tilting his head. He frowned.
A strangled sob. Humans were resilient, even when their existence became a twisted abomination of living. He could see the horror in her eyes, eyes so pained and haunted they didn’t belong to a girl her age. But, he was here for a reason. He was here to do what Jimmy couldn’t.
He raised the Colt and pointed it at Anna.
“Jimmy, DON’T-“
Castiel still remembers the sound of the shot, followed by her body slumping to the floor. He still remembers holding her in his arms, both of them naked and her head would bleeding all over his chest, a mixture of gore and brains that seemed to stain his skin for weeks afterwards. But most of all, he remembers how good it felt to free her from her pain. That Thursday, it was only fitting that her soul’s redemption came at the hands of the Angel of Thursday.
“You always said we were watching over you,” Castiel had whispered, stroking Anna’s red hair against his chest. Blood and gore laced in tangled knots. He had closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, releasing the smallest of sighs. “You were right. Angels are watching over you.”
Mostly, though, Castiel remembers slowly opening his eyes and smiling.