She Has My Grace (Castiel x OC)

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The kiss wasn't short lived, I tried my hardest to transfer the grace to its rightful place. And I thought I had it too, but that was when a hand clamped around the back of my neck, making the kiss deepen by force. Kissing Castiel was nice but this was getting to be too much. I attempted to pull away, but he wouldn't let up.

At some point I had finally pulled away enough to look into the face of Cas'. But that's the thing, Cas wasn't the one looking back up at me. Instead of the deep sapphire eyes I had grown fond of, it was like I was staring into the eyes of a glacier. "Hello there, Arabella Rose." What? Arabella was my whole first name, people didn't get to know that name. What I want to know is how in the hell, did this guy know? "Don't fret Kitten, of course I know you name...I did make you after all." he smiled viciously and took a step back from me, but I could still feel the coldness of his gaze.

"L-Lucifer?" I choked out, cursing inwardly at the fact that I sounded so weak. My face flushed and I looked around me. This wasn't right. I was in the bunker. I was with Castiel in the bunker. But not anymore, the only things around me were four walls, heavily scorched and singed.

"Don't worry kitten, I'm not gonna hurt you." he moved a pale purple lock of hair from my face and I attempted not to flinch away from his deathly cold hands. "Hm, well maybe a little...but you'll like it I promise." Lucifer practically purred, sending a sinister grin my way.

"Why am I here and where the hell am I?!" I snapped, almost successfully as attempted to keep my voice strong, even though I was in the same room as the devil.

"Oh, feisty one...I like it. But you hit the nail right on the head with the hell thing." he smirked when my eyes widened slightly. "No worries kitten, this isn't real, just an illusion being fed from my mind into your mind by yours truly. It's kinda like a dream."

"But...I'm not sleeping..." I squeaked there was something about Lucifer's voice that terrified me and oddly enough, excited me at the same time. Like a terrifying thrill.

"No Miss Arabella, you aren't. You are probably confusing little Castiel right now. But you may pass out due to like...being overwhelmed or whatever. But you aren't sleeping currently, no." he stepped forward again and began to touch my hair, knowing full well I was to afraid to pull away, I still flinched however.

"Why did you stop me from giving back Castiel's grace?" I asked quietly, meeting the cool blue eyes of Lucifer.

"I created you to keep the grace, kill the angel. Not to give it back. Sure, that was my fault making you able to do so but that doesn't mean I am going to let you enforce it. Killing the angel with your kiss is your job, aside from doing everything I want. But let's just consider that a perk shall we kitten?" the blonde laughed and his icy blue eyes locked onto my temporary grace filled ones. "Now, I'm gonna let you get back to my brothers and the winchesters, I am very weak so that makes you extremely lucky. Because the fact that I've drawn you into this vision thing, it means that I'm gonna really feel it tomorrow." he looked around the cage then back at me. "But make no mistake Arabella, the second you give Castiel his grace back, I'm gonna be coming after you, because my cage is chipping away little by little, and my power is getting stronger."

"I don't under-" Lucifer cut my sentence off by grabbing my face in a vise like grip that was sure to bruise and kissed me once again, it was hard and cold, both literally and metaphorically. As Lucifer forced my mouth open with his tongue, it felt like frost was engulfing my entire body, I was freezing. But soon the cold and the ice was too much, and I began to fade into darkness, before I was back in the real world again.

Castiel's p.o.v

When Ella had told him that she had found the way to return his grace to him, he did not expect this at all, Ella had been very forward and hadn't explained herself. But Castiel didn't really mind, the brunette angel had a hand in the art of kissing because of his good friend, the pizza man.