My Grievous Fault (Destiel)

Ch 15: The Devil's Bride

Deanne stood in a white room alone, nothing surrounding her but white. Empty white smothered everything like snow that refused to melt. She looked down at herself and she saw that she too wore white.

She wore a long sleeveless wedding gown, decorated with lacy roses and seed pearls. She stared back up and the scene changed in front of her.

She stood in the middle of a forest, a long purple carpet rolling out in front of her. At the sides of the carpet sat people in wedding attire and near the front stood bridesmaids. At the front stood a priest and in front of the priest stood Castiel, dressed to the nines in a tuxedo and his signature blue tie.

She walked towards Castiel, her heart pounding out of her chest. She couldn't remember how long she had waited for this day to come. She steeled herself and turned to face Castiel. That's when she let out a blood curdling scream.

Castiel was a corpse.

She glanced around her. Everyone was a corpse. Every person in the vicinity was a goddamn corpse.

Suddenly, the corpse of Castiel reached out with its centuries old hand to grip Deanne's wrist. He fell into the dirt, dragging Deanne with him. As she fell, she was eerily reminded of Alice in Wonderland and how she fell into the rabbit hole.

Only this wasn't a rabbit hole but a hole into Hell itself.

She tumbled down through the blackness, growing hotter and hotter until she could barely stand it anymore. All around her in the ever present blackness, memories of her past and possible memories of her future lay floating, just out of her reach. She stretched her fingers out and grasped for a memory. When it fell into her clutches, she was horrified to find the bloody amulet that belonged to Sam.

She fell faster now, reaching out to grasp at something, anything to hold her but she was only met with stubborn refusal.

She hit the ground with a thud, twisting her ankle in the process. Suddenly, she fell  to the ground in a swoon, everything giving way to the inky darkness in the hole.

When she awoke, she found herself sitting in a chair at a table set with food as far as the eye could see. she turned to look at the people beside her and she found many people that she knew. Bobby, Rufus, Lisa and Ben to name a few. She stared back down at herself and found that she was still wearing that ridiculous wedding dress. She turned to her left and she found Castiel beside her, the epitome of happiness and health. What had happened to the corpse that he had been minutes beforehand? Deanne decided that  it didn't matter and that she should at least try to enjoy the strange world she was living in at the moment.

"You look lovely darling." Said Cas as he stared into Deanne's eyes. "The after party is only a couple more hours cookie, we'll have our fun after that. I can promise that much to you."

Deanne stared back at the people in front of her and something caught her eye. A guest's skin was grey, a decomposed grey. The facade fell around her, crumbling like a discarded pastry. Everyone was dead. The guests lay there in their chairs, their decomposed bodies filling up the place with the stench of death and rot. Deanne scrambled back from her chair as the dead guests began to swarm her. Turning to Castiel she saw that he was a corpse too.

The world turned black as the corpses swarmed Deanne.

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Deanne awoke tied to a chair with zip ties around her wrists and ankles. She watched silently as Castiel came out of the darkness and into the light. He smiled a sinister smile that wasn't at all like his and that's when Deanne realized that it wasn't Cas.

"You're not Cas! What have you done with him?" Demanded Deanne as she tried once again to break free of the zip ties that confined her.

"You're right. I'm not Cas but I'm related to him. You could call me an older brother of sorts or a snake if you wanted to."

"So you're Lucifer then?" Asked Deanne as she continued to struggle against the bonds.

"Ding ding, it looks like someone gets a prize. I really do like his meat suit and apparently so do a lot of women or so I've found out but it doesn't matter." Lucifer changed gears and decided to pace around the room before his eyes settled back on Deanne, piercing her with their icy blue gaze.

"You're still wearing your wedding finery my dear and I think it would look so much better on the floor."

Lucifer grabbed a large knife and a handful of the white silky fabric before he tore it off with a loud sound. He cut and cut until the dress lay on the floor.

Then the screaming, Deanne's screaming started.

He plunged a knife into her left wrist, severing the zip tie but pinning her hand and arm to the arm of the chair. Blood dripped onto the floor as Lucifer plunged another blade into her right wrist, severing a nerve and a vein.

He laughed as he licked her blood off of a knife and then he stabbed it through her left foot. She cried out in pain and he laughed. The laugh, Cas's laugh only added to the hurt.

"I know it's not you Cas. You can fight this. You can stop him and help me. Please help me."

He shoved a final knife into her other foot before he took yet another knife into her skin, carving into her like a Christmas turkey.

When the knife was done it's path of hatred and carnage, Lucifer slid it back into a sheath before he leaned closer to her ear.

"Cas is crying for me to stop but guess what? I'm not going to and I think I might just kill you."

Lucifer picked up the bloody knife and thrust forward as he left Castiel's body. When Cas came to, he was standing over Deanne with a bloody knife plunged through her chest.

"Deanne?" He whispered as he let go of the knife, it's blade still buried deep in her chest. He sank to his knees and stared at the sky.

"Why would you do this to me?! You cast me out and she was all I had left! I hate you Father! I hate you!"

Castiel collapsed to the floor, the dog bite wound swelling with blackened blood. He too was succumbing to death.