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

Chapter Eight - Angels Are Dicks

Cas (POV)

Oh no. No. Oh Lord forgive me. What have I done. Guilt filled up inside of me as soon as it was over. I was still laying on the alter stark naked, head in hands as I sobbed and Dean ignored me. I sit up, my head was still in my hands and my heart thudded against my chest so loudly that I was almost echoing around the empty church. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged my legs tightly as I buried my head in them and I could almost hear Dean roll his eyes and sigh.

"They always cry after the first time." I hear him say snarky and I clench my fists up into balls.

"I'm not crying for me." I mutter almost inaudibly but apparently demons ears work extremely well.

"No, you're too self-sacrificing to be crying for yourself. You're more likely to be crying over your silly God and how now he will hate you for eternity and all that jazz." I look up at the demon and he was full dressed and was messing with one of the number of angel ornaments that adorned the church.

"Get off." I snap and he turns to look at me and grins.

"That's not what you said a few minutes ago." He replies and carries on examining the ornament. "This looks nothing like a real angel."

"How do you know what a real angel looks like?" I ask, my voice weak and fragile.

"Well I've fought and killed a number of them in my day, even when I was human." He shrugs and tips the angel over so it smashes on the floor but I wasn't really that angry as I was more interested in finding more out about angels.

"You've killed them?"

"Yep, let me tell you. All angels are dicks and I have yet to meet one that is at least half decent." He sniffs and looks at me. "Well actually, you're not that bad."

"I'm not an angel." I mutter, still holding on tightly to my legs.

"No, but you're certainly pretty enough to be one."

"What do they look like?" I ask curiously and he snorts, shakes his head and casually sits down on one of the pews.

"Of course he is more interested in angels." He mutters before raising his voice a little so I could hear him. "Angels are bright and colourful; any vessel that they possess they can make it look like a pure, beautiful and warm virgin. Smooth skin, thick hair, bright eyes, plush lips. They change and change the vessel until it doesn't even look like the human anymore but rather a changeling of the human, a more beautiful but a lot more aggressive version."

"Vessels?" I ask, not sure what he meant.

"Angels are all around, but they are in a different realm to the ones humans walk. So if they want to be fully in the human world, maybe to give a warning or to protect a person they must possess a human life form."

"I thought only demons possessed." I say, scrunching my nose up and wiggling it slightly, not completely happy by what I was hearing.

"You're basing what you know off films like The Exorcist! Angels have to ask permission to enter ones body, to persuade them o let them use it. Demons don't, although we can only really possess a human who is weak and vulnerable."

"You said that you were once human." I states softly and the wolffish and evil grin from Deans face suddenly vanished and was substituted for a faint look of sadness. "I'm sorry, I don't mean I pry."

"Don't be sorry. I made a deal with the first murderer, Cain and I turned demon; that's all their is too it."

"Wait, Cain? As in Cain and Abel, Cain?" I ask, wide eyes and my mouth parted open in shock as Dean nods. "He's still alive?"