Lust

Part Two

"Show yourself, coward," He stated frustratingly. He knew that would most likely do him no good, but it was worth a try.

"Now, that's no way to speak to a lady. I thought you were an angel, or... Are those wings a genetic mutation?" The voice laughed and it echoed through his skull.

Dean continued searching and when he didn't find anything he rolled his eyes and sighed, getting annoyed with the case. He walked out of the last room of the first floor and headed down into the basement.

"What do you expect to gain out of this?" Castiel questioned her, eyes glowing a bit at the insult.

"Oh, so you are an angel," She paused then stated in a condescending tone, "An angel in love with a human?" The question echoed through his head.

Dean sighed in annoyance as he looked around the basement. So far he had jack shit.

"You know nothing about me, or who I love, witch!" He said in a raised tone of voice. This woman was getting on his last nerve.

"I know plenty about you. After all, I'm in your head, am I not?" The witch countered in a mocking tone of voice.

Dean started to walk upstairs and called for Castiel. "Cass? You up here?" He asked once he reached the second floor of the house. When he got no response he assumed he was in the attic, but he checked each room with a glance first.

"Is that how you figure out an manipulate your victims?" Castiel questioned the voice. But, just as soon as he'd gotten  it out of his mouth she responded.

"Those man-whores had it coming!" She yelled in an angry voice. It echoed through his head and caused his ears to ring. She cleared her throat and once again took a moment to compose herself before stating, "I guess I have to go now," She said as Castiel heard Deans footfalls behind him. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, but- fear not. I'll leave you with a gift, angel. Hopefully your hunter cares about you as much as you care about him," The voice said before it rattled of an incantation. Nothing changes really, so he didn't think much about it.

Dean finally reached the room and stepped into it, "You alright? I heard talking," He said simply. He looked at Castiel with concern in his eyes.

"The witch was just here. I think she might've been waiting for us to return here," He said with a frown.

"Did she do anything to you?" Dean asked, wanting to get an answer from Castiel, "You know what, don't tell me just yet. Tell me in the car when we're on our way the hell out of here," He stated in frustration as he turned around, headed for the car. He motioned for Castiel to follow.

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Cass pushed Dean. "Leave. I-I--" Cass stopped and fell to the floor with pain. His wings shriveling close to him.

Dean took a step back, but when Cass had fallen, Dean went right back next to him and helped Castiel back up on his feet, with his arm around him.

Castiel was on fire and it was like his insides were melting. "Dean... I- I think it's a--" he cut off with groan of pain. His wings shriveled around them both from the pain again.

Dean was mainly focused on Castiel, worry in his eyes as he started to walk Castiel out the door and to the car so they could go back, "It's alright Cas, save your energy." He said.

Castiel pushed away from him and landed on the floor. "Dean. Listen! I think it is a lust spell." He growled the pain almost unbearable.

"L- Lust?" Dean asked as he kept his eyes on Castiel, "The witch was here? Cass, why didn't you tell me, I could've helped before it happened!"