Angel in a Cage (A Sequel to Devil in a Trenchoat)

Without You

  You had completely given yourself to Castiel since Rory and Jay had died. Their loss had put a permanent scowl in your heart. You drank as much as Dean, an obsession to kill Crowley completely changed you. Castiel was terrified of you, but he stayed by your side.

  One night, another week you worked sleeplessly, Castiel sat on your bed as you ran around your room, putting things together and trying to track down Crowley. Castiel looked at you miserably, the hate and pain in your eyes shook him to his core.

  “(Y/N).” Castiel said gently, barely grabbing your attention. You slowly stopped what you were doing and turned to him.

  “Yes?”

  “I think you should sleep.”

  “I'll sleep when I'm dead.”

  “(Y/N), please..” Castiel begged.

  “No.” You said sternly, turning back to your work. Lucifer bubbled inside of Castiel. He was angry, sad, and confused and finally he took control.

  “(Y/N) you are going to sleep.” Lucifer spat, standing up a bit wobbly. You turned to him, a sadistic scowl infecting your eyes.

  “You.” You hissed, venom dripping from your mouth. Your anger had boiled since the last time Lucifer had reared his head. It had boiled and boiled and now it was going to burst. You trembled with anger, the devil staring back at your daringly. In a second he was backwards on the bed, you straddling him with Castiel’s angel blade pushing into his neck. The rage that controlled you made you seem almost inhuman as you laughed, it echoing off your bedroom walls.

  “(Y/N), you don’t want to do that…” Lucifer said evenly. His calmness only enraged you more. You pushed the blade in just a bit more before bringing it to his cheek.

  “You evil bastard. You don’t deserve to wear this skin.. You deserve to rot in the darkness.” You snarled and cut down the side of his face. He grunted but his look never changed.

  “Don’t.” He continued. Your hands shook with fury as your raised the blade over your head. You slammed it down with all your power.

  “Stop!” Castiel’s voice broke through your anger. You looked down as you were pushing the blade through his hand. His hand was the only thing stopping you from sending the blade into his neck. You finally stopped pushing.

  “Castiel?” You whispered. You let go of the blade, looking down at him sorrowfully. He pulled the blade out as you fell backwards off him.

  “(Y/N), it's okay..” Castiel whispered, knowing what was going to happen next. Slowly you climbed to your knees, shaking violently. You looked at your hands then back up at Castiel. You started screaming, pulling out a pocket knife and swinging it around wildly. Castiel let you stab him in the chest as he wrapped his arms you. Another PTSD attack.