Supernatural Imagines

Sadistic (Castiel Pt. 2)

This is part 2 of Sadistic, requested by Shesscertlygorgous16. I hope you like it!!

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It's been two hours since you had that talk with Castiel. You've become nothing more than a torturing machine, with a lack of empathy for the person you're inflicting pain into.

You had used every possible weapon you had brought with you. Everything was stained with blood, don't even start with your hands and clothes.

You had no expressions on your face. It was as if this... person in front of you had no relation to you whatsoever. You would never do this to Castiel.

The state in which he was in... it was beyond desirable. He had a bruised eye, cheeks were slightly swollen from being hit by your knuckle duster, and he was slumped to the side from being hit in the gut really hard twice. Right next to him on the floorwas a decent sized puddle of blood that he spat out.

But nothing seemed to stop him from talking.

"This... Wh-What you're doing isn't... It isn't going to help anyone," He growled then groaned in pain. You walked away from him and to the table to clean your Angel blade with a cloth.

"Where are the Winchesters huh?! What are they doing?" Lucifer questions and you look up, "They dumped you h-here with me to what? Get Castiel back?! That's pathetic!"

He chuckles then looks at you with disgust. "You're not getting your Angel pet-for-the-bed back," He spat a little more blood then sniffed, his nose bleeding as well, "He's going to be trapped in here... in my mind. It's kind of like the Cage up here. I brought I little bit of it along with me."

You turned around and glared at him. "And guess what? Castiel gets front row seats of watching you slowly go into insanity while being such a little sadist [y/n]," Lucifer tried to get under your skin, "You'd be something in bed huh?"

You storm towards him and kick him in the most painful of places. He cries out in agony while you plant your feet firmly on the ground.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT ASSHOLE!" You exclaimed, smoke coming out of your ears due to rage. He still had that irritating smirk on his face. It was as if the more you hit him, the more 'turned on' he felt.

"You know it makes sense, you and Castiel having the time of your life together," He commented and you stepped back, eyebrows furrowed, "He perfected the act of being wayward and well... you fall into that category as-"

You uppercut him. It was so hard that you honestly felt that his head would fly off. He remained silent for an oddly long time. You thought he was unconscious but then he moved his head, knocking himself out of a trance and looked at you with squinted eyes as if his vision was harmed.

"You think you can beat me? You think you can defeat Lucifer? You're just a measly human being, you can't do shit!" He yelled, "With a snap of my fingers you'll be finished! You won't survive for long. You, the Winchesters, pathetic excuse for an Angel Castiel... You all WON'T survive!"

You backed away, you suddenly felt genuine fear flooded ever fiber in you. "I'll make sure you all pay for this! You'll bow down to me! I'll make sure Castiel has a good time in the Cage!" He shouted and you froze.