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2016-02-21
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2016-03-05
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Godstiel

Summary:

Castiel has turned God and as a result takes the reader and brutally tortures and twists her until there's nothing left. Now free of the souls, he is horrified at what she's become. Can he overcome his hate and self-loathing enough to help her heal emotionally?

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Castiel stood in the middle of the room, staring at them confidently. Y/N, the Winchesters and Bobby stared back in a mixture of horror and fear. Not 5 minutes ago, the Angel had snapped his fingers and oblitherated the Archangel, Raphael. Now he was threatening them.

Y/N watched as Dean tried once more to get through to their friend but she could see it was pointless. The souls within him were now corrupting him beyond reasoning and all she could hope for, was for him to find a reason to spare them. She forced herself not to flinch when his gaze turned to her. He smiled at her but it wasn't the usual kind smile he usually used but a cold superior smile.

She backed away as he walked towards her. He reached out a hand to touch her but she flinched away, her body trembling. He gently twirled a lock of her hair in his fingers for a few seconds and she felt like crying. His touch reminded her of who he once was. It was a cruel twist of fate. "You have no need to be afraid, Y/N. I promise."

She said nothing. She didn't want to provoke him. She was stunned when he bent down and tilted his head slightly so he could press his lips to hers. She was frozen. He was kissing her! Castiel was kissing her! It was a dream come true. Instinctively, she opened her mouth when she felt his tongue stroke her lips.

He immediately took advantage, pulling her hair roughly and shoving his tongue into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure as their tongues battled with each other for dominance. Castiel won. He moaned and pulled her body closer to him, his hands exploring her back and she felt him smirk into the kiss when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

They carried on for a few more moments before Castiel finally pulled back with a wet pop. Her eyes were glazed in desire as she desperately tried to remember where she was.

"You're mine, Y/N. You belong to me," he said darkly. He grabbed her arm tightly and turned to look at the others. "I hope for your sakes, this is the last time you see me."

They watched helplessly as both Y/N and Castiel vanished.