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Cas/Demon!Dean - Captured
Jun. 2nd, 2013 06:11 pmCastiel didn't know how long he'd been in Hell. He couldn't really remember a time when he hadn't been. Sometimes, when he was given a reprieve from the pain, he would try to remember what Heaven was like or why he'd even come to Hell in the first place. Then he would think about Dean and it would all fall back into place. He'd come to rescue him, to raise him from the pit because he was the righteous man, but he'd been too late.
He'd watched all of his brothers who had accompanied him fall, but Castiel had been determined to reach Dean. And he had, but he'd been too late. He'd been too late and Dean was a demon. In his heartbreak, he'd allowed Dean to capture him and that was how he'd gotten where he was now.
The sound of the door to his room brought him back to attention, causing him to shift and whimper as he curled up on the dirty cot he'd been given. He couldn't move much due to the spelled ring of iron around his neck that kept him chained to the wall. The same spelled iron had been formed into braces that held his wings down against his back, but even now he tried to raise his wings in defense.
He cowered on the bed, shaking slightly. He hadn't seen Dean in what felt like days. Other demons had come in the check on him, but every time they had hurt him. He didn't want anyone to hurt him except Dean. He missed his Master. Tears sprung to his eyes as he shook slightly on the cot, too afraid to look and see who was entering his room.
He'd watched all of his brothers who had accompanied him fall, but Castiel had been determined to reach Dean. And he had, but he'd been too late. He'd been too late and Dean was a demon. In his heartbreak, he'd allowed Dean to capture him and that was how he'd gotten where he was now.
The sound of the door to his room brought him back to attention, causing him to shift and whimper as he curled up on the dirty cot he'd been given. He couldn't move much due to the spelled ring of iron around his neck that kept him chained to the wall. The same spelled iron had been formed into braces that held his wings down against his back, but even now he tried to raise his wings in defense.
He cowered on the bed, shaking slightly. He hadn't seen Dean in what felt like days. Other demons had come in the check on him, but every time they had hurt him. He didn't want anyone to hurt him except Dean. He missed his Master. Tears sprung to his eyes as he shook slightly on the cot, too afraid to look and see who was entering his room.
