True Love (Destiel Storyline) (Completed)

23. If You Want Blood

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAS!!"
"I'm sorry...."
"NO! YOU BETRAYED ME!"
"I didn't. I just didn't tell you"
"WHY WOULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME!? AFTER ALL WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH!"
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"WELL GOOD FUCKING JOB WITH THAT!"
"Dean..... I didn't know her plan. How was I supposed to know it would put Sam in danger? I would never have gone through with it if I knew!"
"I know.... BUT YOU STILL HID IT FROM ME! YOU KNOW THAT BITCH NIOMI IS BAD NEWS"
"I'm sorry...."
"IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. IF YOU SAY IT AGAIN..."
"But I am... I am so sorry. I will never-" Cas was cut off as a hard blow landed across his face. He staggered but kept his stance and looked up to Dean, wiping the blood from his nose.
"I deserved that... Do it again Dean"
Dean looked up at him, shocked, then back to his fist.
"I know it will make you feel better Dean. I am so sorry. Do what you want to me" Cas stood, arms open to Dean, waiting for another punch.
Dean glared at his and punched his stomach, winding his, and as he bent over in pain, Dean grabbed his head and slammed it down on his knee. Cas didn't fight back, he knew what he had done, knew what he deserved.
Dean grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him forcibly to the archives. He threw open the dungeon door and pushed Cas inside.
"Dean......." Cas pleaded, knowing Dean wouldn't show him mercy.
"Shut up!" Dean ripped the trench off, before handcuffing Cas' wrists to the enochian shackles on the ceiling, and leaving him hanging for a moment.
Dean sat in the table in the corner, and pulled out his angel blade, laying it next to him.
"Do it Dean."
Dean stood up and pounded into Cas, leaving bruises all over, and cuts on his face.
Cas turned his head and spat blood out onto the floor, when he looked back to Dean, his angel blade was in hand.
Dean ripped Cas' shirt open and grabbed his belt, pulling him towards the blade. Cas felt it slice through his skin deeply, leaving a reasonably sized gash on his hip. He cried out in pain and threw his head back, Dean grinned sadistically and moved the blade to his neck.
"Dean no...."
Dean changed his mind and plunged the knife all the way into Cas' ribs. Cas screamed, the agony crashing into him as a tidal wave might destroy a skyscraper. Dean suddenly snapped out of his trance and blinked his eyes.
"CAS!" He said pulling the blade out and covering the wound in panic.
"It's ok Dean....." Cas spluttered through his blood.
"NO ITS NOT. GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!!!"
"I'll be fine" Cas coughed.
Dean uncuffed him and hooked his arms under his back and legs, lifting him up and carrying him back to their room.
Dean sobbed into Cas' torn shirt.
"I'm so sorry.... Look what I've done to you angel....." Cas smiled down at him and his blue eyes began to shine brighter. Dean moved away slightly, and Cas was filled with a glowing light, when it died down the wound at his side had closed. There was a nasty scar left.
"Why leave it?" Dean asked.
"To remind me of what I did"
"God Cas. I'm so sorry."
"I'm the one who's sorry Dean. For what I did, I lied and kept secrets. I never will again..... I swear."
"Still, I can't believe you let me do that to you Cas. You just stood there and took it. I'm so sorry"
"How about you stop telling me your sorry, and show me"