Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, The Leviathan Pairings: None Rating: T for slightly graphic imagery Kinks: claiming, body horror, mild and non-sexualized non-con Prompt: "Castiel mired in the primordial ooze of a multitude of goo-form Leviathans, invaded and welcomed and losing his sense of self again in a horrifyingly familiar embrace."
The warping blue energy of the closing portal… how beautifully it surrounds Dean's astonished and betrayed expression. It swallows the man Castiel has died for again and again, the glowing-red, self-inflicted wound on his arm and all, whole, and coughs silently out of existence.
A wash of unbidden relief descends over Castiel, sagging his vessel's — his — shoulders, feeling it melt and trickle down to settle in his marrow and tips of his wings. Back to Earth. Where Dean belongs. God's plan grants one last mercy on Castiel, though he does not deserve an inch of it.
Purgatory seems unchanged to spitting out its only human passenger, forever bathed in the colorless, gray dayspring, exuding the malodorous foul of its land and its dying, gore-dripping unhallowed creatures with their monster, craggled faces and intentions. What a sublime punishment, to trudge among the unforgiven for their very existence.
Overcome, for the moment — complacency, fear, sorrow — Castiel senses the approach on a new herd of Leviathan. Several yards. They come upon him like a locus swarm; a thick, black, ancient cloud.