Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

XXII

Twenty-Two

The events that followed happened in a blur. As Phobos, the Greek god of fear, turned away from Castiel, a supernatural force whipped through the air, sending the angel flying backward. There was a sudden rumble then in the ground. Dean clutched at Alaine in panic, pulling her to him as the god zeroed in on them. He was riveted by fear, unable to speak or do anything. Alaine scrambled closer to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. With wide eyes, they watched the god stalk toward them. He'd stopped at the edge of the entrapment circle, and with a simple snap of his fingers, used his powers to split a crack in the ceiling above him. Freeing himself of their trap, he came down on Alaine, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He moved swiftly, dragging her across the floor and away from Dean. She cried out in pain and terror, wailing at the top of her lungs as she scrambled to break away.

"Let me go!"

"You stupid, inferior mortals," the god growled in distaste. "You all repulse me."

He stopped in the center of the room, underneath where the entrapment circle had once been, and brought Alaine to kneel before him. With his hand still tightly wound in her hair, he snapped her head back, drawing her frightened gaze up to his.

"I know what haunts you," he then whispered, his face lowering to hers. He stared into the depths of her eyes and smiled. "I can see into your subconscious; what you're afraid of losing the most. It lies in this very room, does it not?"

"Enough!" commanded Castiel, finally rising to his feet again. "Release her."

The god's maniacal laugh sent a deathly wave of terror crashing down over Alaine. The cold darkness staring back at her seemed to engulf her in its snare and she gasped for breath as Phobos' hand wrapped around her throat.

"Sorry, angel. I don't think I will. Not until I paint the walls in the blood of your precious friends. What say you, female?"

Alaine whimpered. She tried to rise up on her knees. She felt her legs tremble, and the god's grip around her throat tighten as he pushed her back down to the ground.

Castiel charged at him then. To her dismay, the god hurled the angel through the air and into the wall with a simple flick of his wrist. He was growing powerful by the second, and would soon grow too strong to stop. This above all frightened her the most.

"You've every right to be afraid," mocked the god. "I can read your thoughts, and every single assumption you have of me is right. I will not hesitate to kill you and your friends. You're helpless against me. As long as I'm feeding off your fear, you have no hope of leaving this room alive. Now, who shall I slaughter first?"

Alaine's eyes grew wide then flickered over to Dean. The look alone in her horrified gaze stirred something in the hunter. He wasn't sure how, but the god's spell began to disperse, its hold over him weakening. Slowly, the crippling fear he felt was replaced by raging anger. It shook him to the core, and surged through his veins like a wildfire, drawing out a strangled groan from behind his lips.

Phobos now stared at the hunter, his previous expression of malice erased by the confusion creeping its way along his features.

"How?" he asked, his tone furious. "How are you doing that?"

"Let her go," Dean ground out.

"You, a mere mortal, dare to command me?"

"Dean!" Castiel called in warning. "Stay back. He's too powerful."

Unsteadily, Dean rose to his feet. Blood roared in his ears with sudden rage. It drowned out every other sound, the anger swarming in him blocking any shred of coherent thought. All he saw was red, and the boiling in his veins rushed him forward in a bout of blind fury.