Could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Castiel and she gets kidnapped by demons and they torture until Cas comes and saves her? Really cute at the end please? :)
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Hey! Thanks for the request! I don’t think I have enough cuteness in the end but I hope you like it! And sorry for the wait.
TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE.
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“Cas,” you called as you knotted your shoelaces. “I’m gonna go for a jog!”
Cas appeared in the doorway. “I do hope you’ll be careful. It’s getting dark outside.”
“I’ll be fine, Cas,” you assured him as you stood up and stretched. “I used to go jogging all the time and look! I’m still here!”
“I know that,” Cas responded, still looking worried.
“Cas,” you murmured. “Everything will be fine. I’ll only be gone 20 minutes, half an hour tops.”
Castiel pulled you in for a kiss. “Have fun,” he said as you pulled away.
“I will!” you replied with a grin before you slipped out the door.
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Your feet pounded on the concrete footpath and you felt your breathing get into a rhythm. You’d missed this feeling that running gave you, the feeling of being weightless whilst simultaneously feeling as though you had never been more grounded and secure. These days, most of the running you did was from something. It was nice to finally be able to run simply because you could.
You heard footsteps behind you, matching the rhythm of your own. It didn’t surprise you as you had seen others out jogging around this time of day. What did surprise you was the shove you felt from behind and the crack as your head made contact with the footpath. However, you barely had time to register your surprise before the blackness ate away at the edges of your vision, leaving you with nothing.
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Slowly, your eyes fluttered open once more. You tried to turn your head to see where you were but found that your movements were restricted. Your arms and legs were also tied down and a rag had been stuffed into your mouth to keep you from crying out.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. Didn’t even wait for the kiss.” You strain to see in your peripheral vision and see a man striding towards you. “Of course,” he adds, stepping in front of you, “I would’ve much preferred it if we’d stuck to the original script. It’s traditional, don’t you think?” he leered at you, his eyes flashing black. Demon.
You struggled to free yourself, to no avail. “I wouldn’t bother if I were you,” he said. “After all, you can’t fight me tied up and you can’t recite any of your little exorcism chants with your pretty little mouth clogged up.”
You felt physically sick at the things he was saying. But you knew, with a sinking feeling of despair, that everything he was saying was true. He’d gotten the jump on you and now you had to suffer the consequences.
The demon stepped towards you. “You know,” he began. “I have waited a very, very long time for this. To have you here, all tied up. It’s nice, don’t you think? After all, you’ve put me through hell - pardon the pun - and I think it’s about time I returned the favour.”
He grabbed a knife from the table beside him and ran his fingers over the blade. “I could kill you,” he said, “But where’s the fun in that? No, I think I’m going to make this last. You know, savour the taste.”
Suddenly, the demon lashed out with the knife, slicing it along your forearm. You tried to cry out but your screams were lost in the rag stuffed in your mouth.
Again and again he pulled the knife on you. Arms. Legs. Torso. Again and again you screamed and tried to break free of your bonds. But it seemed that the more you struggled, the more it felt like you were being restrained. It was as if each time you moved, the cuffs grew a little bit tighter.
You were weak and your head was spinning from loss of blood. Surely he would end it. Surely he’d had his fun by now. But each time he looked as though he was done, he simply picked up yet another instrument of torture.
Just as he picked up a branding iron and was about to sear it onto your skin, his eye sockets lit up, as though torches had been lit in them.
You closed your eyes, your whole body attempting to shy away from this blinding light. And then it stopped and you heard a thump.
As you opened your eyes, you saw the demon slumped on the floor, dead. And standing over its body was Cas.
“Y/N,” he murmured, reaching forward to heal your injuries.
“Cas?” you asked. “But how-how did you find me?”
“There is no place in this world where you can find yourself in danger where I won’t come and save you,” he said, breaking apart the manacles which had been holding you down.
Castiel pulled you into his arms, lightly rocking you as you started to sob. “You’re safe now, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re safe.”
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