Forgive me Father, for I have sinned || Destiel - Demon!Dean & Priest!Castiel

Chapter Seven - Sins in the Place of Worship

Cas (POV)

"No! No wait wait. Stop!" I shout, pushing him away and he growls in annoyance and stares at me furiously, his eyes losing all colour in them and fading to a pitch black colour which I can only presume they do this when he's angry.

"What is it now, precious?" He mocked, snarling slightly and I shake my head.

"I'm a man of god and you're a demon. I can't kiss you in my place of worship." I protest and he starts laughing harshly.

"What, would you prefer if we went somewhere a little more private?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows up and down as he steps towards me but I step back away from him.

"No! I mean, I don't want to do this at all!"

"That's funny, a moment ago you were begging for it." He mocks again and I give him an indignant look.

"I was hardly begging for it." I state proudly and he raises an eyebrow at me and smirks lightly.

"O-Kay..." The demon says, dragging out the word sarcastically. "What do you want, to go on a date first?"

"No! I don't want it at all." I shout, stamping my foot and the demon sighs.

"You really shouldn't have said that my sweet." He says, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. Before I can ask why he suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke and disappears so suddenly, as if he was never here to begin with only leaving a slight stench of sulphur behind.

I wrinkle my nose and go to sit down on one of the benches before bowing my head and clasping my hands together in prayer.

"Give me strength." I plea to Him, closing my eyes tightly. "Please don't let me go down the path of sin and self-righteousness"

"Gods not here, deary." A voice came from the archway. It was a mans and sickly sweet. I jumped up and turned around to find a man, dressed in all black as if he was attending a funeral standing, or should I say leaning on the pillars. "He left your sorry ass a long time ago."

"What are you talking about?" I snap which wasn't like me at all. Normally I would try and be polite to whoever came into the church but I was extremely on edge today.

"I'm talking about your 'Father', Mr Novak. He's not here."

"Of course he is here! He is everywhere! He's omnipresent!" I say indignantly and the man laugh and rolls his eyes.

"How Dean puts up with you is beyond me." The man steps closer and I stiffen at the sound of deans name, maybe this man was like him. The man started circling me an humming slightly. "However, I certainly see what he sees in you, you're very... How should I put this? Ah, weak. Yes weak is the right word. Not just physically but mentally you are as well, you want bad things, naughty things to happen but can't because of your silly religion."

"It's not silly. And I have no idea what you're talking about." I snap and glare at him and he looks me up and down and stops in front of me and stares right into my eyes.

"You eyes are very... Different." He says dubiously and I blink and look away from his intense stare.

"They're blue. A lot of people have blue eyes." I sniff and he grabs my chin roughly and makes me look at him again. I try and step away from him but I am stood rigid to the spot.

"No no. I don't mean the color. I mean what's behind them. Suppressed memories and a hint of fading hope."

"What are you, some sort of psychiatrist?" I snort and he lifts an eyebrow and smirks at me.