[ Cas didn't even think of putting up a fight as she began to undress him. He had no way to resist, even if he wanted to, and now there was some awful part of him that didn't want to resist, that was aching for her body to be pressed back against his own every moment that she put space between them. He was still disgusted with himself, of course, ashamed beyond measure, but that was the thing about torture: it wasn't supposed to be fun. She was a demon, and she would take any opportunity presented to her, the same as any torturer might. Even Cas could see that the physical weakness of this human vessel was like a gaping wound, exposed, more than capable of being his undoing. His wings only made the task that much easier.
She would learn his secrets from him, he knew. It might be hours, but he doubted it. In all likelihood, given the way he was falling to pieces right in front of her, he would be lost in moments anyway. He may as well surrender in the way that got him his freedom.
But she would surely kill him if she knew what he wanted to tell Sam and Dean.
His thoughts, the attempt at creating some half truth, were derailed as she pulled another feather, making him moan in pain, but she was already following it up with soft fingers flitting over his exposed arousal, tracing out the shape of it. Whimpering in fresh misery, but equally, fresh submission, he twitched his face away from hers, so that he didn't have to look into her eyes, didn't have to see her desire and her mockery. ]
You'll have fun regardless of how cooperative I am, [ he growled, but it was half-hearted. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to set him free. He finally urged himself to speak. ]
I was...broken. Feeling too much, being too human. That's what they said. So they took me, and the demons here abducted my vessel, and summoned me back before Heaven could...before they could make me forget what I had learned.
They want the apocalypse to come. Everything I have done in their service has been toward that end, and I could not... I could not allow them to manipulate Sam and Dean any more.
[ He didn't say "Me". Either way, he hoped that the words he chose would distract her from the fact that he knew of her deception, that he owed it to Sam and Dean to tell them of the trap they were being led into. ]
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She would learn his secrets from him, he knew. It might be hours, but he doubted it. In all likelihood, given the way he was falling to pieces right in front of her, he would be lost in moments anyway. He may as well surrender in the way that got him his freedom.
But she would surely kill him if she knew what he wanted to tell Sam and Dean.
His thoughts, the attempt at creating some half truth, were derailed as she pulled another feather, making him moan in pain, but she was already following it up with soft fingers flitting over his exposed arousal, tracing out the shape of it. Whimpering in fresh misery, but equally, fresh submission, he twitched his face away from hers, so that he didn't have to look into her eyes, didn't have to see her desire and her mockery. ]
You'll have fun regardless of how cooperative I am, [ he growled, but it was half-hearted. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to set him free. He finally urged himself to speak. ]
I was...broken. Feeling too much, being too human. That's what they said. So they took me, and the demons here abducted my vessel, and summoned me back before Heaven could...before they could make me forget what I had learned.
They want the apocalypse to come. Everything I have done in their service has been toward that end, and I could not... I could not allow them to manipulate Sam and Dean any more.
[ He didn't say "Me". Either way, he hoped that the words he chose would distract her from the fact that he knew of her deception, that he owed it to Sam and Dean to tell them of the trap they were being led into. ]