Castiel. (notpure) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-09-24 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, dean winchester, jo harvelle |
Who: Castiel and OPEN
What: Castiel just wants to get out of his chains (Projects locals please feel free to torture, taunt, take him elsewhere; or maybe someone can rescue him, I'm up for it all!)
Where: The Projects
When: Monday; dusk
Warnings: A little blood
Castiel had forgotten already how long he'd been in Needy's captivity. Every day it was the same thing. He'd struggle against his binds, the scripture on the cuffs holding him only glowing brighter when he did so, struggling so hard the flesh on his wrists would slide and bleed, dripping off his fingertips and to the scuffed and aged hardwood below. He'd plant his feet against the wall, twisting himself at odd angles to try and dislodge the chains from the wall but they wouldn't budge. He didn't understand why he wasn't being let free so he could get help. He was honest to his word; he'd come back and with help to try and dislodge the pieces of the demon left in Needy, but he knew that his brother inside of him wouldn't let him perform his duties without killing her. That's why he needed Sam or Dean.
It was dusk when Castiel's head began to lull, feeling weak from fighting a mental battle with his brother, blinking a little when he saw him appear, kneeling in front of him, Castiel on his knees, shaking with the effort of trying both to free himself and try and avoid and ignore his brother.
“I don't think anyone is coming for you. Those Winchester brothers, they're just no good to you, are they?” Lucifer said, pacing around the chained angel, “You give and give and give, and all they do is take.Whenever they need you, you're always there. Now that you're here, bound by some stupid demon you can't even figure out, they leave you to rot.”
Castiel began to struggle again, the new flesh on his wrists that had healed ripping and bleeding again, the crimson staining the hardwood underneath him. He didn't want to hear it anymore. He couldn't deal with it any longer, but he couldn't think of any way he could possibly get Lucifer out of his head. No wonder Sam had stopped sleeping and had started going insane. Castiel didn't sleep; there was never any escape from him.
“Why don't you ever talk to me anymore, Castiel? You're so boring. At least Gabriel had things to talk about, even if they did bore me to death.” Lucifer rambled, rolling his eyes as Castiel struggled until he couldn't struggle anymore, slumping in place.
“Brother...” Cas begged, “You have to stop. Please. You have to.”
Lucifer laughed a bellowing laugh that seemed to echo in the room, but Castiel was convinced it was all in his head. He knew it was.
“Don't you get it, Cas? I'm never going to stop. And they're never going to want you back in Heaven. You're tainted now, you're a fallen angel. You fell just like I fell. Your wings are jet black, and God, even if he was alive, God would never want you back.”
Castiel closed his eyes and laid down the best he could in the confines of the chains, seeming not to mind that he was laying in a puddle of his own blood. He had never felt as sick as he did when he took Lucifer on; he didn't know pain, nor suffering, but now he was convinced he did. He wasn't even sure if Needy was coming back to let him go. He didn't know if anyone would brave coming into these projects to get him.
“Dean, Dean, I know you're out there. Please, help me.” He whispered into the darkness consuming the room. “Anyone... please...”