destiel oneshots

Killing Stalking

i gave in and read the fucking comic and I'm so fucked up

note this relationship isn't healthy; its manipulative fucked up, and downright terrifying

but if your still interested in reading the ACTUAL comic, its called Killing Stalking and its on KissManga

This is just a few random short scenes
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Castiel

My fingers shook as i attempted to enter the code for the 10th time, my smile creeping against my lips as the locked finally clicked open.

i took grip of the door handle and twisted it open, the edges squeaking as my eyes glimmered at the inside of Deans home.

I wasn't a stalker, i told myself that, i was just crushing very hard on Dean.

I walked inside and carefully checked for any signs of him, but heard nothing. "D-Dean?" I called out, the door shutting behind me softy with a click.

I walked down the hallway, straight to the kitchen to see nothing but empty chairs and a table. I frowned softy and turned my head to see what i assumed was his room.

I pushed open the door and smiled when i saw his bed littered against the floor, and i couldn't help but walk over and drop by body onto the sheets. "Dean," i muffled into his pillow, sighing happily as i curled my fingers around the material.

I lifted my head and saw a closet across the room, the doors cracked open slightly. I pushed myself up and walked over to the rolling doors, sliding them away with a grin as i saw his clothes hanging still.

I looked down and noticed a hitch in the floor boards, revealing a compartment. I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head, bending down to lift the floorboards, showing a staircase down into the basement.

I was hesitant, but i couldn't help but wonder what was down there.

I pushed the board up completely and crawled down the stairs, pausing as i heard muffles in the distance. "Hello?" I called, the sound of droplets making my spine shake.

I balanced on my knees and squinted my eyes at the figure laying against the ground. "D-Dean?" I questioned, my adrenaline kicking in and sending me down the stairs faster to get a better look.

But it wasn't dean, it was a woman, a naked woman.

She was against a large pad, her body positioned so she was on her side, her hips twisted slightly and her ankles wrapped in ace bandages. She was only wearing soaked underwear, her breasts plump and covered in cuts as they rested against her, her tangled hair only draped across one.

I gasped softy, my eyes going wide as i watched her struggle against her constraints, her lips drooling with the white cloth around in her mouth. "Holy shit!" I slid to my knees and she muffled cries, her body shaking violently.

I grabbed the cloth and yanked it down, her eyes widening as she looked above me. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Blood spat from her mouth and i flinched at her reaction, tears glimmering down her cheeks. "What-"

She screamed again and i suddenly felt a large object swing across my head.

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