supernatural whumptober 2024

~BODY HORROR~

"The bedsheets can soak up my tears,'' Cas whispered to himself. That was the last thing that he said while he was still an angel, while he still had the chance. He had drank the blood. God only knew what would happen now. All he knew was that he could not let Crowley and Raphael get a hold of it. Their ritual would be done in dog blood.

And they figured it out. They tried their ritual and it did not work. Crowley went up to the wall, put some of the blood on his finger, and licked it. "We are working with... dog blood.'' He said to himself quietly. Raphael looked surprised. "Where is the blood that we needed?'' Cas looked down at his stomach. Crowley, Raphael, Sam, Bobby, and Dean stared at him in shock. Surely...he wouldn't. He wouldn't drink that? But he did. Crowley gulped, suddenly nervous. "Exit stage Crowley.'' He said quietly to himself before disappearing. "Castiel, please...'' Raphael said, in a female vessel. Cas stared at Raphael and snapped his fingers. Explosion of guts.

The other 3 flinched...what the hell? Cas turned and faced them. "W-who are you?'' Dean asked. "I am your new God, a better 1,'' Cas replied simply, but he was so different now... "Profess your love unto me, your Lord, or you shall perish.'' "Well, alright then...'' Bobby said. He gotten on his knees. "Is this good? Or do you want the whole forehead-to-the-carpet thing?'' Cas said nothing. "Guys,'' Bobby whispered to Dean and Sam. "Stop,'' Cas said suddenly. "What is the point if you do not mean it? You are doing it out of fear, not love, or respect. Just...fear.'' Bobby and Dean gotten back up. Sam was still struggling wit hallucinations from Lucifer. "Hey, you promised that you would fix him!!'' Dean exclaimed to Cas. "IF You stood down, which you hardly did. Be thankful for my mercy.'' He taken a final look at the 3 of them. "I hope for your sake that you do not see me again.'' And he disappeared, off to fix the evils of the world, and punish Raphael's followers.

As the days went on, Castiel's vessel (Jimmy) started melting. His skin was starting to get red spots. It looked nasty, and it hurt. He was starting to feel weaker. He had too much power too fast. Nobody else could even imagine let alone fathom what it felt like.

Eventually, after a while, he heard Sam pray to him, and he showed up in Bobby's house, in the kitchen. Sam and Dean were at the table, about to share a drink. He clung to the wall, the wounds getting worse, and he was covered in blood. "I need help.'' He muttered.

He had stood in a random bathroom mirror a few hours earlier. He could feel the leviathans writhing inside him. He unbuttoned his shirt to expose his stomach. They were clawing at the skin of his stomach, their fingers outstretched towards his apparently stretchy skin. {LET US OUT!!} They screamed over and over. Cas started to sweat. "N-no. I am in control.''

And now, it was dark. Death was making another eclipse. Cas was extremely weak now, sitting against something. Dean was using the correct blood to paint the symbol. Sam was gone. Bobby was looking over the Latin. "Dean?'' Cas called out weakly. "What? Do you need something else?'' Dean replied, irritated. "No... I...feel regret. For what I did. Especially to you and Sam.'' "Yeah? Well, you shold.'' "I just wanted to make amends before i die...is it working?'' "Does it make you feel better?'' "No...you?'' "Not a bit.'' Cas sighed sadly.

Bobby looked at his watch. "It's go-time. That is good enough.'' He walked over to Cas and grabbed his arm. "Step right up, Cas.'' He placed him in front of the symbol. He staggered a bit. Bobby started reading the Latin. As he was reading it, Cas collapsed. Dean quickly helped him stand up again. Cas lazily stared at the wall. The blood started to glow. Cas slowly turned around and looked at Dean "I'm sorry, Dean.'' That was all that he said before the wall started to crumble. Suddenly, his chest opened up and all the souls and levithians were flying out and back into purgatory, where they belonged. They were all screaming. Eventually, Cas collapsed to the floor, dead and cold.

Dean seen that he was in that state. He became sad. "Son of a bitch, why didn't you listen to me?''

Cas came alive, by some miracle. "C-Cas?'' Dean sputtered, shocked. He and Bobby helped him slowly sit up. "That was unpleasant...'' He muttered. "I guess that I really overreached.'' "Ya think?'' Dean said with a little snicker. The 2 men helped him to his feet. He was glad to be alive, and Bobby and Dean were so thankful to have him back.