Sinner | Destiel (on hold for a bit)

*7. We brought soup!

Castiels Pov

It's Tuesday, next week, and I have rested for long enough.

When I started to get out my bed for the umpteenth time, Dean appeared in the doorway, his eyes hard. "I've wasted a week of doing chores for you," his voice held clear disdain. I sat up, staring at him. I am not his, I didn't ask for him to help me. I would've been fine off without him. I jumped and scooted backwards when he took his shirt off and closed the door behind him.

"You d-didn't have-" I was shoved back on the bed, breathless. Dean stood before me, his eyes holding fire. "I haven't fucked in a week," he used my legs and pulled me to him, "and you think you're fine with leaving." I gulped as he grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me. He leaned down to my ear, growling. "If you are, then I'm fucking you until you only know my name."

I trembled, regretting my decision to keep testing him all week. I had been snapping at him, and he didn't do anything. Now I know why. I don't get why he is so sexually frustrated- Dean jerked my pants down and I widened my eyes. Fear went through me. I'm not fully healed, I'm not full healed, I'm sorry! I pushed at him, fear going through me when he stopped and tensed up.

"For that," Dean roughly pulled me up to his face. "I'm going to punish you." What was this?? I feel like this isn't a healthy relationship- oh wait, this isn't a relationship! It's just him coming into my life and saying I'm his. I stared at Dean, genuinely scared of what the punishment is.

"Ahh," I gripped the sheets, his thrusts making me ache. I buried my face into the covers, bent on not saying his name. Then, I jumped and moaned. His hand was on me, teasing and rubbing. I panted, curving my back as his other hand gripped my waist.

Dean kept going, making me dissolve in a puddle of lust. The back of me was in the air while the front of me was in the mattress. I shook and shivered as I moved on the mattress, Dean pounding into me relentlessly. The knot in me, bundled tightly, began to unravel, and I broke. "Dean!" I shouted, all other thoughts escaping me. All I wanted was to get a release.

Once I shouted his name, he stopped and pulled away, leaving me a panting mess on the bed. I breathed heavily, turning around to see him staring at me with dangerous eyes. I looked down, blushing with a sheen of sweat on my face. I was excited, and it was painfully excited. I stared at him in confusion before realizing this was it.

He only did that to please himself. He used me, which isn't new from last time. I was about to go to the bathroom to clean myself up, and try to wash off my own disgust and guilt, when someone knocked on the door. Quickly, I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around myself, going to the door and opening it a crack. I smiled nervously at the people from my church.

I heard Dean behind me, staying behind the door and reaching his hands under my robe and grabbing my butt, making me jump. "Amelia! Lily, John, Adam! What-what are you doing here?" I tried to hide my obvious discomfort and arousal when Lily piped up, twirling a strand of hair. "Oh, don't act surprised, silly!" Dean froze, growling quietly by my ear. "Me and Amelia gathered everyone to come see if you were okay! You had Amelia be in your place, and it's not very fun without you." She pouted, trying to peek into my apartment, I leaned to the side, careful to not show anything.

"That's not really necessary! I just got sick, you know with the cold weather and all." Amelia laughed, holding a pot of something. "We guessed that much. That's why we brought some warm chicken and noodle soup for you." They stared at me, and I squirmed in discomfort, and from Dean trailing his hands all over me.

"D-Do you guys want to come in? It'll be a minute, I just p-puked so I changed into my robe." They all awed and Dean angrily whispered in my ear, "I'm not done with you." I shivered from fear, hearing him retreat away to my bedroom. I opened my door and stuck my hand in one of the pockets, pushing myself down.

"You can go set that up in the kitchen and sit in the living room. I'll be just a minute." I fast walked to my room, closing the door behind me. I began to change when I was roughly pushed against the wall, scaring me. Dean towered over me with a deadly expression. "People don't do this," He growled at me, his eyes so dark I thought they were black. "They're-"

Dean pinned my hands above my head, angrily kissing me. I gasped from the pure roughness of him, and he used one hand to pin my hands and another to pull my waist to him. when he pulled away, I was a mess. "You are mine, you listen to me. Don't forget that." He pushed away from me, walking into my bathroom and closing the door.

I was still stunned, confused as to where the sudden anger came from. I gulped and quickly changed, wiping my face down and walking out, making sure I looked fine. I still had a certain red tint to my face, and I looked exhausted.

When I walked out, they all smiled at me. I waved lightly before sitting down on my chair, looking at them all. "Well, how was the Sunday Service?" Amelia beamed and leaned forward, chatting about how she thought she did well and that she followed my steps. I pulled at the collar of the sweater that covered my hickeys, feeling hot. I guess I showed my discomfort because Lily sprung up and got some soup, coming back and giving to me and putting the back of her hand on my forehead.

"You're not running a fever, so I think it 's getting better. By the looks of it, you'll be back for next Sunday Service!" I smiled at Lily, looking at Amelia with concern when she looked bothered. I cleared my throat, trying to not be so obvious.

"Amelia, can we talk?" So much for not being obvious. She got up and nodded, going into my small kitchen. I followed and looked at her with concern. "Is there something wrong, Amelia?" She frowned and looked at the ground before looking back at me. "I really enjoyed preaching this past Sunday, I don't want to stop." I stared at her. I couldn't just hand her my job with a happy meal, so I patted her back and tried to find a compromise. I did this because she was my closest friend and she has worked hard to become a preacher.

Amelia looked at me sadly. "Maybe we can make a schedule?" Her look brightened and she practically bounced up and down with joy. "Really?" I nodded and she hugged me. "But, we have to switch." I warned her, "and you still have to be at my sermon, and I'll be at yours. We'll work through the details later, alright?" I put a hand on her shoulder and she beamed at me.

Before I knew it, she pulled me down and attached her lips to mine, pulling away and smiling. "This is why I love you!" Then, she bounded back to the living room, leaving me stunned.

I shook my head and made my way back to where they were all gathered in my living room, still struck by what just happened. Would Dean be fine with that? I was his-no! NO, I am not his, shut up Castiel!

I sat back down and talked with them, smiling at them. Lily sat by my side the whole time, sidled up to me and laughing at my poorly written jokes.

Dean got mad, Amelia kissed me, and Lily is pining after me. My life is a cliche and horror movie all wrapped in one.