My Grievous Fault (Destiel)

Ch 13: Family Fun

This was a fun chapter to write and I'm sure that you'll see why when you read it. Just wanted to say that the book is now at 315 reads. This was more than I thought I would get and thanks to everyone who  is reading it and voting. Anyhow, onto the book.

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A shadowy figure walked into the cave where Deanne lay chained, their face obscured by darkness. She judged that it was a man by the way his feet hit the ground and the repetition of their steps. She looked up through her cloud of pain induced confusion and her face turned to horror when she saw who it was.

It was John Winchester, her father. Her dead father.

He walked closer into the light and Deanne could finally see his face. It looked exactly like him and when he spoke, it was the same voice. That wasn't possible though. Her father had died hadn't he?

John knelt down beside Deanne and gently turned her face towards his, his fingers cupping her jaw. "It's so nice to see you again. You have no idea how hard I had to fight to get here. I brought some other people along with me. They fought valiantly to get to you as well. We've temporarily disposed of the furies and we're here to get you out."

Deanne watched in desperate hope as Mary, Bobby and Sam stood beside John. Her whole family was here to save her but three of them had been dead. Something wasn't right but Deanne pushed back that foolish thought.

"Please help me. Cas is dying and I need to get back to him. Please, I'm begging you." Deanne stared at them through blurry eyes and she shrank back when they began to laugh, their faces twisting into cruel grimaces.

"Why would we ever help someone as pathetic as you. You were the one that got us all killed." Deanne stared at them with hurt in her eyes.

"You know I didn't mean to do that. I tried to save you but I couldn't."

"You couldn't save us." Spat Mary. "You didn't want to save us. You wanted to watch us die. You let me burn and when you had the chance to go back and save me, you couldn't even do that. You saved your brother but you wouldn't save your mother. You aren't my son and you aren't my daughter either. I don't even know you."

Mary Winchester burst into flames and disappeared with a loud scream, filling the room with sulphur. Deanne watched as Sam came to her next. He knelt down close to Deanne and proceeded to punch her nose, breaking the cartilage and the nose itself. She let out a choked moan and struggled against the restraints  as blood found itself a way into her mouth.

"You're no brother or sister of mine. I can't count how many times you've lied to me or you've abandoned me. You pulled me out of my happy life with Jess and you thrust me into this nightmare. You got me kidnapped by demons and played as Azazel's pawn. I got stabbed for Gods sake and you didn't even warn me. You let me die then."

Sam paused and punched Deanne in the stomach, watching with a cruel fascination as she swung around, unable to defend herself.

"Our relationship is toxic Deanne and it's killing me or rather it has killed me. We're through helping you. You'll pay for your sins."

Sam spun on his heels and Deanne watched as John stabbed Sam through the chest. Sam fell to the ground and disappeared, a pool of blood staining the ground beneath his now invisible body.

"No Sam!" cried Deanne as she leaned towards the blood stain. Her wrists jerked against the chains. the cold iron chafing her bloody wrists. Deanne watched in fascinated horror as Charlie appeared out of nowhere.

"What's up Bitches!" She called as she waltzed up to Deanne and her face contorted with rage and a curios sparkle.

"It looks like Dean became Deanne when I was gone. How cute it that? I must say, you are attractive as a woman but I can't say that since I'm dead and all. Speaking of being dead, it's all your fault. You got me killed and here you are, still living your pathetic life." She stared at Deanne, pondering some inner thought.

She leaned in closer to Deanne's face.

"You really are an attractive woman."

She pressed her lips against Deanne's and she drew back when Deanne recoiled in shock and disgust.

"Apparently you don't think that im attractive and that's really too bad. I was the little sister that you never had Deanne and you got me killed just like you got Sam killed. I broke my arm three times because of you and your brother. I think it is time that you feel that pain as well."

Charlie walked up to Deanne, pulled her arm down and then proceeded to stomp on it with her spike heel. Deanne let out a scream of pain as her bone crunched sickeningly. The shackles pulled at her wrist, blood slowly running down them.

Somewhere in the distance, Castiel lay on the ground with a broken arm and a broken nose, quietly crying to himself.

Charlie slowly walked away before she melted into a puddle and out of Deanne's sight. The last two, Bobby and John, walked up to Deanne before they to began their tirade of tyranny.

"Look where you landed you idjit. I can't believe you let yourself be caught by the furies. Then again you killed me so it make sense. I was just about to get with Jodi when I got shot by Dick and I died just so I could give you a piece of paper. You still managed to screw up and I was helping you as a ghost. I was supposed to be your second father and all you did was use me for information. I think that you deserve every bit of punishment that are you getting. You aren't my family and you don't deserve to be part of my family."

Deanne stared up at Bobby and she genuinely felt pain. How could her family say all of that? None of it was her fault. She never meant for that to happen to any of them.

"I didn't mean to get you killed Bobby. I tried everything I could to bring you back to life but nothing worked. Dad, you know I never meant to kill Bobby or you. I never wanted you to die. I never wanted to lose you of all people."

John stared at her before he spit in her face.

"You aren't my son and you most certainly aren't my daughter either. You got me killed in the middle of a job Deanne. if you were watching where you were driving I never would have given up my soul to bring you back but you cant ever keep your eyes where they're supposed to be. You let Sam get killed by Jake and you got many other people killed as well." John leaned in close to Deanne's face before he slapped her across the cheek.

"Not to mention that you're gay for an angel that has betrayed you and Sam countless times. No son or daughter of mine is Gay or Lesbian. I don't know you anymore and I never knew you. You kill everyone that you love Deanne so maybe you should kill yourself. If you die then everyone that you could possibly kill will be safe. Just do it Deanne. Just take a gun or a knife and run it though your heart. It's quite simple really and it will end all your pain."

With that, John and Bobby disappeared, leaving Deanne in the cave with a broken nose and a broken arm.

"I should do it. if I die then I can't hurt anyone ever again. I hurt everyone I love, so if I left then everyone would be ok. I just want this pain to end and all I need is a gun or a knife."

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Castiel lay on the backseat of the impala groaning in pain. Dried blood crusted on his face and his arm lay in a makeshift cast. He wasn't doing too well himself. Between the phantom bite, losing his wings and Deanne and his profound bond, he was about as useful as a cactus in the arctic.

"Hold on Cas, when we visit Garth we should find out where they are. Just half an hour more Cas. I promise we won't let Deanne die and we won't let you die either."

Sam drove away and even he wasn't sure if Cas or Deanne would make it through the horrible situation they were in.