My brain esploded when I read this. You are officially evol.
Consciousness came back to Castiel suddenly and completely. He looked around, eyes widening slightly as he took in his surroundings. His vessel was naked and dirty, and curled up in a fetal position on a hard, packed-dirt floor. A tremor coursed through his body, and he suspected it was because of what the humans called cold, although he had never experienced the sensation for himself. Thinking about it for a moment, he decided he did not like the feeling, but there was little to do about it.
He uncoiled himself and came up on his knees. Small aches and pains littered his vessel. It was uncomfortable. Wrong. An Angel of the Lord should not be saddled with such small concerns. Realization struck through him like lightning. He wasn't an Angel of the Lord any longer. The pain of that understanding eclipsed any other he had ever felt. It blotted out every other thought, and filled him with crushing despair. So much so, that when the demon banged on the bars that caged him like an animal, all he could do was lower his face to his hands, and weep.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" the demon rasped, greed and pleasure lacing its eager words.
Well, I almost didn't write this, because I already have a god damned plot bunny from you, you evol bitch. But you know, I seem to be your writing slave, so it had to be done. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
no subject
Consciousness came back to Castiel suddenly and completely. He looked around, eyes widening slightly as he took in his surroundings. His vessel was naked and dirty, and curled up in a fetal position on a hard, packed-dirt floor. A tremor coursed through his body, and he suspected it was because of what the humans called cold, although he had never experienced the sensation for himself. Thinking about it for a moment, he decided he did not like the feeling, but there was little to do about it.
He uncoiled himself and came up on his knees. Small aches and pains littered his vessel. It was uncomfortable. Wrong. An Angel of the Lord should not be saddled with such small concerns. Realization struck through him like lightning. He wasn't an Angel of the Lord any longer. The pain of that understanding eclipsed any other he had ever felt. It blotted out every other thought, and filled him with crushing despair. So much so, that when the demon banged on the bars that caged him like an animal, all he could do was lower his face to his hands, and weep.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" the demon rasped, greed and pleasure lacing its eager words.
Well, I almost didn't write this, because I already have a god damned plot bunny from you, you evol bitch. But you know, I seem to be your writing slave, so it had to be done. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!