supernatural whumptober 2024

~OBSESSION~

Cas woken up to find himself laying on a dirty, musty mattress with dead bugs on it. Everything felt hazy, as if he had perhaps been drugged. His head was heavy, too, whenever he tried to pick it up. He looked around, he was in a dirty, dingy, cold basement. But whose? He was certainly not at Bobby's house...or the Winchesters' bunker...so where the hell was he?

Somebody was coming downstairs. He heard the thump, thump of their shoes. He whimpered a bit, and backed away. He felt oddly weak and he found that his thin wrist was chained, so that he could not leave the mattress.

The person came out from the bottom of the stairs and started walking towards Cas. The angel wanted to look up and see his perpetrator, but he found himself too terrified to do so. He was frozen in fear. The man, Cas knew that much, roughly grabbed Castiel's hair with his dirty hand and yanked it upwards. Their eyes met.

The man was not exactly ugly. He had dirty ginger hair, lots of freckles, and blue eyes. He looked to be in his late 30's or early 40's. He smirked. "Hey, my obsession.'' Cas narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Obsession...? What...'' "Shh...'' the man said. "My name is Jack. I'm gonna take real good care of you, my obsession. Alright? You are gonna be a good angel now. Or i will have to punish you.'' He grabbed Castiel's hair tighter and made his head move up and down. "Yeah...you are going to be a good angel for me.'' He let go of his hair and crouched down to his level. "You need some bruises.'' Castiel's eyes widened. "Shh...you are not to speak unless you are spoken to, got it?'' Cas nodded. "Pale...white...skin...with strawberry gashes all over all over.'' He sang. "Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill, do you know it, obsession?'' "N-no...'' "Ok. Take off that trenchcoat and your shirt.'' Cas did so, with furiously shaking hands. Soon, his bare chest was exposed. Jack made a distasteful face. "God...kind of fat. How disappointing. No worries. You will be skinny in no time.'' He crawled onto the mattress with Cas. Cas prayed that this man was not going to rape him.

Jack shoved him down. "Stay down, obsession.'' He positioned himself over cas and started biting at the side of his chest. Cas winced, it kind of hurt. After about 10 minnets of that, he was thankfully done. Jack climbed off of him, panting a bit. "That was fucking amazing. Now, you will have a hickey in the shape of a heart. Made by yours truly. Because you are mine.'' He said sickly.

Cas nodded. Jack went upstairs and did not return for the rest of the day.

The next morning, though, he returned with a syringe. He slapped Cas across the face to wake him up. He seemed kind of angry, but Cas had no idea why. He was being 'good' and doing everything that Jack asked. He shoved the needle into Castiel's skin harshly. Cas wondered what was in there. Within just seconds, He felt himself lose control of all parts and functions of his body, and he collapsed onto the mattress.

Whenever he awoke, he had no idea if Jack had done anything to him or not. But he found the older ginger man kneeling next to him, looking scared. "Oh man...you sure scared me, obsession. You had a uh...what do they call them? Whenever you shake a lot and stuff? Oh yeah, seizures. You had that.'' He gently brushed Castiel's hair off of his sweaty forehead. "Must have been from that shot...i am sorry, obsession. Maybe i will give you a smaller dose next time, ok?'' Cas could barely even think. He just blinked lazily. "Not doing so hot huh...'' He frowned. "Here.'' He gently sat Cas up and given him some water. Cas drank some. Cas tried to say thank you but Jack shushed him before he could even form the words.

A few hours later, Cas was coming off his high and feeling better. He could not stop shaking though. But alas, Jack was back. He had something in a ziploc baggie. Cas could not tell what it was, though. Jack sat across some Cas on the mattress and opened the baggie. "This should only take a second now, obsession.'' He pushed Cas gently on his back and gotten out a piece of glass. Cas started squirming and moving around, trying to escape it. Jack frowned, getting fed up. "Hold still, obsession!!'' Cas fnally broke. He could not longer keep this calm composure that he had going on. He started crying in fear, sadness, and anger. "NO. STOP. JUST LET ME GO!! I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU EVEN ARE!! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH ME?! JUST PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!'' Jack's eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to act. He brought out a knife. "Shut the fuck up. I'm not afraid to use this, shut the fuck up.'' He said calmly, but threateningly. Cas quickly shut up, but he was still crying. Jack silently taken the piece of glass and carved an M in Castiel's stomach. The angel made a few groaning sounds, and was still crying, but he mostly remained quiet. Jack then taken a razor blade and carved an I. A piece of metal for the N. And lastly, a pencil sharpener blade for the E.

And just like that, he was done.

Cas lay there in great pain, and wanting to just give up. Who knew what Jack would do next?

After a week, Cas had lost a lot of weight and was declining mentally and physically. Jack was starting to call him "obsession'' less and less. He barely ever came downstairs too. Cas was starting to feel like the cuts on his stomach were becoming infected.

Eventually, he was found. He was too weak to stand or walk though. He had to go to the hospital. Jack was arrested. Cas was never the same again after what he endured, but Sam and Dean tried their best to help him.