Castiel’s P.O.V
The door clicked shut behind me, and I slumped against it, my body heavy with exhaustion and disgust. My legs ached, and as I shifted my weight, I felt it—sticky, wet, dripping down the inside of my thighs. My stomach churned.
I forced myself forward, dragging my feet toward the small bathroom attached to the room they’d given me. I felt disconnected like I was moving underwater, every step weighed down by shame. I didn’t even look in the mirror. I couldn’t bear to see myself like this.
Turning on the shower, I stepped under it, since all my clothing was still in Damien’s room, discarded on the floor. The water sputtered to life, and I climbed under the spray without waiting for it to warm. Ice-cold water crashed down over me, but I didn’t care. I needed to wash him off—‘all’ of him.
I scrubbed my skin until it burned, dragging the soap across my arms, my chest,
Castiel’s P.O.V I raised both hands, palms out, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "I wasn’t sneaking around. I swear. I just—" I paused, scrambling to find the right words. "I just came out for some air. I haven’t been here long, and I couldn’t sleep."The man in the pool didn’t move, floating lazily in the water, his sharp gaze locked on me like a predator sizing up its prey. His silence pressed down on me like a weight, making my throat tighten."I... I work here now," I added quickly, trying to fill the uncomfortable gap. "It’s been a rough day, and I needed a break…so I came out for some air."For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to respond. Then, with a sudden, smooth motion, he swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water in one effortless move.That’s when I saw it—the resemblance.Even before he
Castiel’s P.O.V As I followed Stephan away from the pool, the sound of the water splashing behind me faded into the distance. I could still feel the unsettling energy from my encounter with Dominic lingering like an unwelcome ghost. I needed to clear my head, and I hoped talking to Stephan would help."What did he want?" Stephan asked, glancing sideways at me as we walked. His tone was casual, but I could sense the concern underlying his words.I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "He just caught me off guard. I was out here looking for some fresh air, and I guess he decided to come and say hello."“Say hello? More like give you a midnight shower.” Stephan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my half-hearted explanation. "You were stalking him, weren’t you?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.I shook my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "No! I swear. I just stumbled
Castiel’s P.O.V As Stephan and I prepared for our visit to one of Damien's clients, a sense of anxiety settled over me like a heavy blanket. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that bit at my insides, knowing all too well the dangers that awaited us.As we made our way to the client's location, Stephan's voice broke through the silence, his tone grave. "Whatever you do, Castiel, don't pity these people," he warned, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "Some of them may seem deserving of mercy, but the man we're visiting today is not one of them."I furrowed my brow in confusion, struggling to understand what Stephan meant by that. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't we show him mercy if he needs it?"Stephan sighed, his expression weary. "Some might deserve mercy, but this guy? He doesn’t." He explained. "He's crossed Damien and his family one too many times, and now it's time for him to pay the price."The gravity of Stephan's
Castiel’s P.O.V Stephan yanked open the passenger door and practically shoved me into the car. “Get in! We have to move!” His voice was sharp, urgency radiating off him like heat. I stumbled inside, still reeling from what had just unfolded.“What the hell just happened?” I asked as he slammed the door behind me. I glanced back at the house, half-expecting the old woman to come running back, cackling at our stupidity. “Who was that woman?”Stephan’s knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as he threw the car into gear and took off. The tires squealed, and I braced myself against the seat, adrenaline spiking through my veins as we shot out of the driveway. “That woman?” he repeated, eyes glued to the road ahead. “She’s not just some old lady; she’s a piece of work.”I watched in disbelief as he swerved around a bus that had suddenly pulled out, narrowly avoiding a collision. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart racing. “What did she do?”“She took out a three-million-dollar
Castiel’s P.O.V Hours had passed since the chaos of the chase, yet here I was, back at the mansion, sitting on the cold floor of my room, lost in my thoughts. The silence around me felt oppressive, like a heavy blanket pressing down on my chest. I leaned back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, but all I could see were flashes of the day’s events playing over and over in my mind.The moment the van had crashed was etched into my memory. The sickening sound of metal crumpling, the way the explosion had shaken the whole road. I could still see the smoke and the fire, the panic on everyone’s face who had witnessed the accident.And then, just like that, it was over. A life lost, snuffed out in an instant because of everything that had spiraled out of control today.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the images, but they lingered like a bad dream. The woman, the notorious gambler, had finally paid for her crimes, but at what cost? Two people had died because of our
Castiel’s P.O.V I followed Stephan down the narrow staircase into the basement for training the next day. The air smelled like sweat and sawdust, and faint sounds of grunts and shouts echoed through the walls. My heart thudded in my chest. I knew today was the first real step toward proving I belonged, but part of me wondered if I was ready for it.We entered a massive training room, and I immediately felt a dozen pairs of eyes zero in on me. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. The weight of their stares pressed on me like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.Stephan gave me a sideways glance. "Just keep moving, Castiel. Don’t show any signs of unease."Easier said than done. Their expressions ranged from cold glares to barely concealed scowls. Some looked confused, others outright pissed off. I could practically feel the hostility hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. I clenched my fists, h
Castiel’s P.O.V The cold water hit my face like a slap, shocking my system as Damien’s hand pressed me hard against the bathroom counter. I gasped, sputtering as droplets ran down my cheeks and into my collar. His grip on the back of my neck was unrelenting, fingers digging in just enough to remind me how much control he had.He leaned close, his voice low and sharp. “You think it’s fun trying to disobey me, Castiel?”I jerked my head away from the stream of water, blinking furiously to clear my eyes. “I wasn’t disobeying you,” I muttered, shivering from both the water and his presence. “I was just trying to state my opinion.”He scoffed, the sound cold and mocking. “Your opinion?” Damien’s fingers tightened, dragging me upright so I had to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and unwavering, full of the kind of danger that left no room for argument. “You&rs
Damien’s P.O.V “Go ahead,” I said, my voice low but firm.He obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of me. Since his hands were bound, I deftly worked to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders with reverence. My pants followed, and I leaned back, spreading my legs slightly to invite him closer. Castiel’s touch was soft, deliberate—he knew what I liked, knew how to make me unravel with subtle ease.I exhaled sharply, gripping the counter at the side as his lips brushed over my skin. He worked slow, deliberately, dragging every second out as if savoring it, making me feel every breath, every flicker of heat. Castiel wasn’t just following orders—he took pleasure in this, and I could tell. It wasn’t just my control over him that fueled this moment; he desired to please me, to become lost in that act.But then something changed. I saw it in the tension that ran through
Damien’s P.O.V The fluorescent lights illuminated every corner of the lab, and the scent of antiseptic was sharp in the air, a smell I’d come to associate with Dr. Andrea’s domain. She was hunched over a glowing screen, her short blonde hair catching the light as her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard. Despite the late hour, her energy was unwavering, a testament to her dedication—or maybe obsession—with her work.I cleared my throat to announce my presence. "Andrea. I hope the results are back?"She jumped slightly but didn’t bother looking up. "Damien. Right on time," she said, her voice clipped. "I was just about to call you.""Figured I’d save you the trouble." I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. "You said you discovered something important?"She finally turned to face me, her eyes sharp behind her thin-rimmed glasses. "I have. And it’s... complicated.""Complicated how?" I asked, my patience already thinning.Andrea took a deep breath and motioned for me to co
Castiel’s P.O.V The soft hum of Celia’s breathing filled the small room as I sat beside her bed, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, her tiny hands clutching the edge of her blanket. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt—was I doing the right thing by sending her away? She deserved safety, stability, and a chance to grow without the constant shadow of danger looming over her.The clock on the wall ticked softly, the only other sound in the room. I glanced at the time. It was well past midnight, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie down. Instead, I ran my hand over her packed bags, neatly arranged by the door. Everything was ready for her departure tomorrow. Everything except me.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I stood, my gaze lingering on Celia for a moment longer. “Sleep tight, kiddo,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She murmured something incoherent but didn’t wa
Castiel’s P.O.V I stood outside Celia's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob, unsure if I was ready for what was about to happen. The conversation with Damian replayed in my mind, but it felt so distant, like a sound from another life.Sending Celia away was supposed to be the right thing to do. But no part of me felt that way. My stomach churned with guilt, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to break something precious, something that could never be fixed.I took a deep breath and turned the knob, pushing the door open.Celia was sitting on her bed, her shoulders slumped, her eyes fixed on the floor. She looked so small, so fragile in that moment, like a lost child in a world she didn’t understand. Her silence hit me harder than any words could. I wanted to walk over to her, to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t know if it would be.The moment she sa
Castiel’s P.O.V I stormed down the corridor, my mind a swirling storm of anger and fear, and by the time I reached Damien’s room, my blood was boiling. I didn’t bother knocking—I shoved the door open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.Damien was standing near the large glass window; phone pressed to his ear, his tone calm as he spoke to whoever was on the other end of the line. That infuriating composure of his only fueled my rage.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded my voice a shout that filled the room.He held up a finger, silently signaling me to be quiet as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. “Yes, I’ll handle this,” he said into the phone, his tone clipped. “We’ll discuss the details later.”I didn’t care who he was talking to or how important the call was. My vision tunneled on him, and
Castiel’s P.O.V The Synclair mansion felt quieter than usual as I walked down the long corridors toward the infirmary. The soft hum of distant voices and the faint echo of footsteps were the only sounds accompanying me.As per Damien’s strict instructions, Stephan had gone ahead for his blood test, and now it was my turn. Dr. Andrea had insisted on testing everyone who’d attended the meeting in Chicago—just in case something sinister had been slipped into the food or drinks. I didn’t think it was necessary, because if there was indeed something in the food then we’d have felt it by now, but Damien’s orders were non-negotiable.But the earlier incident had left a scar that wasn’t visible to the eye, and I was still reeling from the aftermath. The sight of watching the car blowing to splinters before my eyes, the crash of the other car, the loss of four lives…it all felt almost surreal.
Damien’s P.O.V The oppressive heat inside the car pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, but I forced myself to focus. I couldn’t afford to lose control now. My palm pressed flat against the cold metal of the car door, and I concentrated on summoning my power. The familiar sensation of heat started to build in my chest, a flicker of red flames curling behind my closed eyes. It wasn’t enough yet. I needed more, and I needed it fast.Reed’s power was all over the car, threading through every electrical circuit like a silent predator. I could feel it, sharp and invasive, a cold blue light that clashed violently with the warmth of my energy. Every time I pushed, he pushed back harder, the sparks of his power zapping across my connection like static shocks. My jaw tightened, my teeth grinding together as I summoned everything I had."Damien, what are you doing?" Castiel’
Castiel’s P.O.V The car swerved violently, throwing me against the door as it careened down the winding road. My heart leaped to my throat when we narrowly missed a speeding SUV coming from the opposite direction, the headlights blinding for a split second before we were past. The screech of tires echoed in my ears, my pulse hammering so loudly I could barely hear my ragged breathing.“Dammit!” Stephan cursed from the front seat as he gripped the steering to steady himself, but the car was no longer under manual control. “This thing’s out of control!”The vehicle didn’t slow, weaving dangerously between lanes as if it had a mind of its own. My hands clawed at the door handle, uselessly trying to pry it open, but it was locked tight. Trapped. We were completely trapped in this mechanical death trap, and there wasn’t a damn thing we could do about it.
Castiel’s P.O.V The car’s engine hummed steadily as we cruised down the road, the scent of leather and faint cologne hanging thick in the air. I leaned back in my seat, turning my head to Damien, who sat beside me. He hadn’t said much since we’d left the estate, but that wasn’t unusual for him. Damien only spoke when he had something worth saying.“Did you manage to do it?” His voice broke the silence, smooth but firm, cutting through the dull sound of tires against asphalt. He didn’t look at me when he asked, but I could feel the tension in the car.I nodded slowly. “Yeah, I did.”“And?” His brow twitched, his tone shifting to something more curious. “What did you sense?”I hesitated. How could I even begin to explain what I felt back there? It wasn’t something you could j
Castiel’s P.O.V The morning light poured through the thin curtains, nudging me awake. I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling, taking a moment to remember where I was. It didn’t take long for last night’s events to rush back into my mind.Groaning, I sat up, ruffling my hair as if that would wipe away the memory. Negotiations. Reed and Damien. As long as that wasn’t done, we’d be stuck here for god knows how long.I swung my legs off the bed and stretched, my muscles stiff from tossing and turning all night.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I called out, already knowing it would be Stephan. He had a knack for timing.He stepped in, his face bright and eager. “Good news. The deal’s done. We’re heading out this afternoon.”I blinked at him. “Wait, what? When did that happen? I thought we were supposed to stay another day.”