Sinner | Destiel (on hold for a bit)

9. The used who uses

Castiels Pov

Sunday was a great day, besides my aching body. I looked at my wrist, seeing bruises. Dean wasn't like he was before, he was deadly rough, and he had a new thing with holding onto my neck and having me watch him on top of me. I shook my head, getting him out of my mind. 

Amelia and I worked out the new schedule before I went to do confessions. I guess that's why people loved to come to my church: because we had confessionals. While I was in there, I listened to the usual confessions and gave them my advice as a Father. 

I was in the middle of the confessions when the next person came in. Before I could say my routine words, the deep voice cut me off. "I confess, I fucked a priest senseless." My face went aflame and I looked at the divider. "Dean?" 

"No," he drawled, and I noticed a sudden hardness to his voice. "I said I want to fuck you in a confessional." I jumped, as I hadn't been around his vulgar ways all day. "I don't-" "After everyone leaves, be in the confessional."

I open and closed my mouth. "This is a church-" "I'll have you do it right now," He threatened, and I gulped. He was very agitated, and I've learned he gets with people to let his anger out on them. 

It was silent before I heard a different voice speak up. "Hello." I perked up and shook my head, taking a deep breath. "Hello-" "When confessions are over, go into the alleyway. I'll be waiting." I shook my head with a look of disbelief on my face. Why does everything happen in confessionals? And what's up with people interrupting me? "Fine, just use the confessionals for confessions." I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Would you like me to confess something?" They spoke after a moment of silence. 

"Please, that is what I am here for." I heard them take a breath before speaking again. "I've killed people, but they weren't exactly people. They were more of monsters that hurt people." I nodded, conflicted. They were bad, but he still killed them. "Well, try to help them. Help them back to their old selves before resorting to...violence." They were silent before politely saying thank you and leaving. 

I rubbed my face, yawning silently. "Castiel," I shivered, remembering that voice from a few weeks ago, before everything went to crap. "I'm coming, and you'll be mine." I leaned away from the divider. "No I am not," I snapped, and it was silent. "Yes you will, and I will show you." 

What has this become? Torture Castiel Hotline? Someone knocked on the door, and I opened it, seeing Adam standing there. "Confessions are over, just wanted to let you know." I nodded and thanked him, getting out and staring at the stalls. Before Dean could come, I changed and went outside. 

Glancing around, I went down the alleyway nearby, walking slowly and tensely. I saw someone resting on the brick wall, and I slowed to a complete stop. "Castiel?" I stared at them. "Yes?" They stepped towards me, and I watched them wearily. "You need to know the truth behind your attackers and stalkers." I confusedly stared. Nothing was said until they spoke again. "There's a whole other part of the world. The supernatural exist." 

I laughed. "Supernatural? Like vampires and werewolves?" The man nodded and I stopped. "And Demons." I made a face, as I was a priest and worshiped God. "God's real, but he left heaven years ago to come to Earth." I silently took in the information. "Satan exists too, but two brothers put him in The Cage." I lifted a hand. "Rewind back the Demons. Do they have all black eyes?" The man chuckled, making me take a step away. "They do, and they're all after you, Castiel."