I'd Rather Have You, Cursed or Not

"You're the last person I expected to see in Hell." Dean purred, black eyes gleaming as he carefully sharpened his blade. He had been in Hell for a while, torturing souls and enjoying it thoroughly. His hands were stained with blood and his muscular form was glistening with sweat. His attention was now fully on the broken bloodied man tied up in front of him.

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After Dean had turned into a demon, Cas made the decision to let his grace burn out so that he became human, hoping that it would mean that he could spend more time with Dean. But when Crowley assigned Dean to watch over Hell while he stayed up on earth to have some fun, the newly human angel went to a crossroads and summoned the King of Hell and made a deal that when he died, his soul would go to Hell. Crowley, of course, made the deal with enthusiasm.

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"I didn't have.... a choice." Castiel managed to cough out, along with a disturbing amount of blood. He was looking at Dean with his once bright blue eyes now dimmed. He was also finding it very difficult to stay strong through the excruciating pain that was on the verge of taking over his senses completely.

Dean had finished sharpening his blade and smirked at the fallen angel turned human slowly sauntering across the dismal torture room, the fire surrounding them cleanly reflected on his black eyes. This wasn't Dean. This wasn't the Dean Cas had given everything up for. And yet Cas couldn't bring himself to stop loving him, he knew he would never stop loving him. "So angel boy," Dean snarled, "you didn't have a choice huh?" He pressed the blade into Castiel's chest and slowly ran it down towards Cas's naval, slicing him open in the process. Cas threw his head back and howled from the pain which made Dean let out a low chuckle. "Didn't have a choice." Dean repeated, bringing the knife back up resulting in a perfect bloody "V" on Castiel's torso.

Again Cas riled in pain, tears now streaming down his face. "I had... I had no.... no choice D-Dean, pl-please..." Suddenly the knife was taken away and Dean was crossing to the other end of the room again. Carefully he placed the blood soaked knife onto the roughly carved table. He then picked up an angel blade and turned again to Cas. He wasn't smiling anymore, his face now completely emotionless. Castiel's breathing was strained, purple and yellow bruises blossomed on his cheek from where the demon before Dean had punched him repeatedly.

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The only reason Dean was even torturing Cas was because during the time that the other demon was torturing him, Cas had only been able to cry out Dean's name until the other demon started laughing and waltzed away saying "if that's really who you want" shaking his head darkly as he went in search of the King of Hell's right-hand man.

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Dean spent a moment, clutching the angel blade and surveying the pile of brokenness, strapped into a chair in front of him. Castiel, his once best friend. The one who had raised him from Hell once already, maybe... Just maybe... No. That was ridiculous. Cas wasn't an angel anymore, no wings. And Dean wasn't human anymore. In all manner of speaking, the Dean who had lived on earth had died a long time ago.

From the moment the mark was transferred to him, Dean Winchester was a deadman. Cursed to die bloody in the battle to reopen Heaven and close up Hell. Cursed to turn into the one thing he hated most of all. It shouldn't have come as a shock to him, this cursed fate, deep down he always believed that he was cursed. Bad luck, not good for anyone.

"Why. Did. You. Sell. Your. Soul." Dean growled. Taking a menacing step with each word. He was now pressed closely to Castiel and could feel Cas's heart hammering wildly somewhere deep inside his torn up chest. Cas couldn't breath. Dean was too close, too unfamiliar, and it scared him. It scared him more then when Dean had been carving into him.