My Grievous Fault (Destiel)

Ch 12: A Profound Bond

Deanne woke up in a cave, disoriented and alone. The cave smelled of dank mildew and festering meat and its foul scent attacked her senses. She attempted to move but found that she was bound by her wrists to a large wooden pole with thick coiled rope. Looking around the cave she saw that she lay in the middle of the cave and that there were no visible exits. Light streamed from a small hole in the top of the cavern. Piles of broken bones and rotting corpses lay strewn around the cave. Deanne attempted to shift around, trying to get the knife from her pocket when she realized that the monsters had taken it.

"Fuck." She hissed as she twisted around. She only succeeded in further tightening the ropes around her wrists and cutting off more of her circulation. Sighing in exasperation and defeat, she sat back and watched as three women walked into the cave. She had no idea who they were and she didn't recognize them from any place or people that she had seen.

The first woman had flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes to match. A large scar ran across her right eye. Her thin lips were covered in a blue lipstick and sharp cat eyeliner emphasized her eyes. She wore a shimmering blue gown with a shawl like spun silver.

The second woman had fiery red hair, what Deanne imagined passion would look like. Her brown eyes were just slightly darker than her rich, mocha complexion and a dark red lipstick was smeared on her lips. She wore an elegantly beaded top and a long skirt that looked like it was being consumed by flames.

The final woman had dark brown hair and her emerald eyes accented her olive skin tone. Thin cruel lips were decorated with a nude colour and her eyes had nothing on them. She wore a jade pantsuit that seemed to be woven out of grass and leaves.

Judging by the way they talked and argued, the woman in green was in charge. Deanne stared at them as they stopped in front of her.

"I'm glad to see that you are awake Deanne, we have been very impatient to meet you." Her voice was smooth and sultry quite a bit like Kate Beckindales.

"I am Tisiphone, the fury of punishment."

The blue woman spoke next, her voice high and wispy. "I am Megaera, the fury of jealous rage."

Lastly, the red woman spoke, her voice of average pitch but raspy, much like Wendy Powell as Envy. "I am Allecto, the fury of the endless. The endless of everything."

Deanne decided to respond.

"And I am Deanne or Dean Winchester and I am going to be your death." The three women burst into laughter.

"You will not be out death for we will break you. You are our toy and we sincerely hope that you last longer than the other one. Poor Garth only lasted two days. How long will you last?"

A sudden realization dawned on Deanne and she frowned. These furies meant to kill her and it would be a game to them.

"First off, we would like information on the angel Castiel and his condition. He is deemed as a threat from God and we have been sent to exterminate him. The only problem is that we have no idea where he is and we know that you do. His scent is all over you. You will tell us and in return, we might let you live. What say you Deanne Winchester?"

Deanne snapped out of her thoughts and glared at the women in front of her.

"First off, God is an ass. He takes Cas's wings, casts him out of heaven and then sends minions to do his dirty work for him. I don't know where he is since you kidnapped me but you don't have to even work. He was bitten by Cerberus and he could die anytime. So all you have to do is let me go and he'll die on his own time."

"That's the problem though. If we let you go, you'll get your Hunter buddies and then kill us and we don't want that, so we'll just have to kill you ourselves then. But first we need that information."

Deanne glared at them before spitting in their general direction.

"I'm not telling you anything."

They grinned at him, showing off mouthfuls or sharp shark like teeth.

"I'm glad sweetie. We wouldn't have it any other way."

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Cas was walking alongside Sam in the bunker when he suddenly dropped to the ground. Sam had no time to react so he watches as Cas hit his head off of the wall.

"Hey Cas are you ok?!" Asked Sam as he shook the former angel's shoulders.

"If you could refrain from shak-" Cas was cut off by a large bout of coughing. It felt like someone had kicked all the air out of his lungs and pushed him into a pool. He soon stopped coughing but remained seated in the floor, curled up in an agonizing ball.

As Sam looked up at Cas, he noticed that large claw marks were on his chest and his right eye had swollen shut. It was as if he had been beaten by an animal.

"I know what's going on Sam." Called Cas weakly as he rose to his feet.

"It's the profound bond. I am dying and when Deanne begins to die or becomes seriously injured, I take on her pain and mirror her injuries. What you see here is how she is being treated and if this continues she will die within a week."

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Deanne cried out in pain as the fury took another swipe at her. The gnarled talons dug into her face and chest. She could taste her own coppery blood and it made her light headed. Her right eye had swollen shut and a large gash ran down from her temple to under her jaw. She lay there, attached to the post and thought to herself.

I can't take much more of this or I'll die.