Slight smut warning, sorry (not sorry).
It hadn't been long since Cas had swallowed the Purgatory Souls and became 'God'. Now you, Sam, and Dean had been helping him get rid of them, and send them back to that God awful place. Cas stopped and looked to you and the eldest Winchester.
"Dean, Y/n, I'm sorry!" He paused considering his words as you and Dean held him up to the portal to pile those monstrous bastards out, "Y/n... I... I love you." Without another word he turned and released all the souls back into the monsters' own version of hell. He collapsed into your arms, and you held on tight.
"Cas! Are you alright?" He stood shakily, gripping a metal pole nearby him. He clutched his stomach, brow furrowing in confusion, but realization struck like lightning only a split second after.
"Run." He growled from the deepest depths of his already husky voice. You and Dean shared a worried glance, before you gingerly approached your angel, reaching out to him as if he were a porcelain doll on the edge of falling apart.
"What? Cas, are you okay, love?" He looked at you, pain swelling his eyes.
"Y/n! RUN!" He demanded, his voice bounding off the walls, echoing into your ears as you stayed put, startled.
"Why, Cas?" Dean demanded in a harsh tone, and you momentarily looked to him, only for your eyes to immediately dart back to Castiel, as a low growl, one that sounded as if he couldn't control it, escaped him. He pulled at the edges of his shirt, and you noticed what looked like hands pushing and pulling at his skin.
"Leviathan!" He warned, too late. Dean tried to push you behind him, and escort you out, but as Castiel was taken over completely, his large hand gripped your left wrist, and pulled you towards him. He was suddenly smiling mischievously, examining your features with wild eyes. You were confused, and a little startled, but made no move to try and escape his grip.
"Mmhmm, yes. Verrrryy pretty, very pretty indeed." His voice overlapped itself, and you immediately noticed the odd word choice. This wasn't Castiel. You tried to tug your hand from the crushing grip.
"Y/n!" Dean exclaimed, lunging to pull you away, but 'Cas' slapped him away, sending him flying to the ground. The wild-eyes man licked his lips hungrily.
"Maybe I should save you... Yes... You could be very... Nice." It was only one voice this time, but still far from being Castiel, yet the only way you would've known was the other hand trailing your cheek gently, then his fingers running and tangling in your hair as his eyes surveyed your body. Pinpointing every beautiful edge, and surveying every perfect curve that years of hunting had given you. The eyes that you had only seen rays of sweet words and love in were filled with an unusual emotion that had always stayed beneath all other, beneath the surface, in his eyes. It was pure lust.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. I like you very much." The voice that reflected the gorgeous man you once knew, slight differences being the fluctuation of emotions every syllable.
"Stay away from her, you bastard!" The leviathan flicked his eyes to Dean, a small smirk that was foreign on Castiel's stoic features, before looking at you.
"Tut, tut, tut. I really like her though!" He whined playfully, "I think I'll just have to take her, so~orry!" He sang the last note, and you couldn't help like the personality change. You loved Castiel for who he was, but this was simply hilarious.
"You wouldn't mind coming with me, would you Doll?" He sent you a flirtatious wink, and you felt the familiar fluttering of wings as when you usually spoke to Castiel. The real Castiel. The stranger in your dear's skin pulled you tighter into him, his wild azure eyes staring directly into yours as his head moved random directions, undeciding on where it wanted to be.
"Let. Go." You demanded, terrified of this thing wearing Castiel's features. Without warning, he pushed you into the hard metal stabilizer, his free hand trailing the insides of your thighs as he drew his tongue along your jaw line to the shell of your ear.
"Ooh, feisty! Gotta love that trait!" His voice continued to be flamboyant as his fingers trailed along the edge of your jeans. You wanted to struggle, to fight, but something about the intimacy prevented you from doing so. He stood on one leg, the other keeping yours separated. Despite your mental protests, you could feel yourself becoming wet from his touch. He quickly undid the button of your jeans, slipping his free hand to palm you through your underwear, which were growing damp.
"Oh, look who wanted me all along!" He teased, nipping and sucking your neck. You desperately attempted to hold back the pleasures sounds spilling from you, for the sake of Castiel, should he still be in there. But when you felt a finger enter your confounds, the pleased sigh was irrefutable.
"Oh, the things I'll do to you!" He declared, the idea almost as pleasurable as the attention he was currently giving you. In one last attempt to refuse his advances, you bit down hard onto your bottom lip, trying not to let your satisfaction come through. You waited for Dean to come to, hoping he'd find a way to save you.
"Too bad you won't get the chance, it seems like you need a new vessel, scumbag!" Opening your eyes that you never realized you'd closed, you saw black goo coming in thick drops down Castiel's forehead. Giving a displeased grunt, the overlapping voices started again.
"For now, yes. See you soon, Kitten." He pressed his lips against yours hard, before backing off, and stumbling out of the building. Quickly re-buttoning your jeans, you looked helplessly at Dean, who was giving the same discouraged look of 'what now?'. The leviathan were free, and you had lost the love of your life (both of your lives, actually). Truly, what was there left to do?
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FanfictionI got sent some photos from friends, all were imagines, and decided to try it out. Thanks! Love you!
