Cas had sworn that he seen the doctor's eyes blink black, but he could have just been hallucinating, he knew that he did sometimes, he even hallucinated an eye in the center of Sam's palm once!! And then he almost really hurt him because he grabbed a kitchen knife and tried to "cut out the eye" but thankfully, Dean stopped him before he could do anything.
{I know I am sick, but is this Hollowed Creek place necessary? It sounds scary...} Cas thought. "Come with me, Cas." A female dr. said, drawing him out of his thoughts. She gently taken his thin arm.
He found himself in the back of a taxi with the woman. He felt kind of uncomfortable. "Um...what is your name?" He asked. "Elara Vance." "Oh..." They say nothing else to each other.
Cas found himself growing tired but before he knew it, they were there. "Come on," Elara said as she grabbed his arm kind of roughly. Cas let out a small gasp whenever he seen Hollowed Creek. It looked more like a Gothic cathedral. It was all black and he gotten really bad energy from it."I-is this really a hospital?" Cas asked. "Yes," Elara replied, sounding annoyed.
Cas and Elara walked slowly to it, Cas could not get over what it looked like!! There was just something about it... {Wait until Sam and Dean see this...} He thought. "Whoever they are, they will never see this," Elara said. Cas given her a double take. "W-what?" "You fucking heard me!!" Cas given her a look that was kind of sad. "Why are you being mean to me?" He asked in a small voice. "Sorry." That was all Elara said.
Cas walked in. He looked in awe. It was nothing like old run-down Glenwood Springs. This place was absolutely gorgeous but still unsettling.
The air in Hollowed Creek wasn't cold, but it had a peculiar chill that settled into Castiel's bones. The grand double doors he entered through were wrought iron adorned with curling, skeletal vines. They screeched shut behind him with a sound like fingernails scraping down a chalkboard.
Sunlight, if it ever reached the interior, was filtered through dusty, stained-glass windows that cast fractured portraits of saints upon the polished marble floor. The high ceilings seemed to recede into perpetual twilight, the ornate moldings adorned with grotesque cherubs weeping silent tears.
The scent of what smelled like maybe old blood and mildew hung heavy in the air, a sickly sweet counterpoint to the underlying tang of disinfectant. The plush red carpeting, once opulent, was now threadbare and faded, the floral pattern obscured by mysterious stains.
Candelabras cast an uneven, flickering light, their crystals glinting like malevolent eyes. Along the walls, portraits of past benefactors seemed to follow him with their vacant stares. Their clothing, though antique, appeared disturbingly mismatched, a hodgepodge of eras as if reality itself were fraying at the edges.
An unsettling silence punctuated by the occasional muffled scream or sob echoed from unseen corridors. The only other sound was the rhythmic tick-tock of a grandfather clock, its pendulum swinging hypnotically back and forth. Cas couldn't help but feel as if he were being watched, not by security cameras, but by something far more insidious, something that resided in the very shadows of Hollowed Creek.
"Um..." Cas said, feeling a bit faint. "It's alright. Your room is over here." Elara said as she led him down the creepy hall.
Cas looked in his room. Not surprisingly, it was very different from Glenwood Springs.
The bed, draped in heavy velvet curtains that pooled on the ebony floorboards, was the centerpiece of the room. Its canopy, wrought iron twisted like skeletal fingers, clawed at the frescoed ceiling above. The fresco itself was a dreamscape of swirling clouds and an unsettling crescent moon leering down at the room.
An antique chaise longue, upholstered in a faded damask patterned with spiderwebs, sat beside a grand fireplace. The chipped marble mantel held a collection of curiosities: a raven skull with a single, gleaming obsidian eye, a silver pocket watch eternally frozen at midnight, and a porcelain doll with a perpetually surprised expression.
Moonlight filtered through the tall, arched window, casting an unsettling glow on the peeling wallpaper. It depicted a fantastical forest, but the closer you looked, the more the trees resembled gnarled, grasping claws and the flowers resembled drooping, blood-red lips.
Antiqued books lined the walls, their leather bindings a dull, cracked crimson. The titles were embossed in a swirling script that seemed to writhe and move in the flickering candlelight. A silver candelabra, shaped like intertwined serpents, cast dancing shadows on the walls.
An ornately framed mirror hung above a chipped porcelain vanity. The mirror gotten Castiel's attention the most. He looked at himself, his gaunt expression and pale skin. But he sworn that he seen something else on his face. A flicker of his eyes completely white, but then back to bright blue again. He looked away from the mirror and looked at himself again, he seen his mouth twitch into an unsettling smile which he did not do on his own accord. He was going to do it for a 3rd time, until Elara interrupted him.
"You done, you psycho ass angel?" Cas stared at her in surprise, but then he was getting a little angry. "Please do not talk to me that way. I hope that you do not talk to the others that way." Elara's eyes flickered black. {Fuck.} Cas thought. "Fuck is right, angel face. Cuz Sammy and Deano aren't here to save you now." Just from staring at him, she lifted him up in the air with just her gaze and threw him across the room, hitting the wall. Cas groaned in pain. "It is time for your punishment. Your mental illnesses will be gone once and for all." Cas stared up at her, shaking. He never wanted to come here. Suddenly, Elaras eyes were back to normal. She sighed. "You are off the deep end of the deep end, my friend."
Cas started to sob.
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The Red Spiral𖦹
Fanfiction𖦹𖦹𖦹 in which Castiel slowly loses his grip on reality. trigger warning for eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. (my biggest story yet !!)
