|Length of Chain
Author: Patricia de Lioncourt PM
SPN Season 6. Jo Harvelle remembered dying. Imagine her surprise when she wakes up, a cursed necklace about her neck that binds her to the service of the current King of Hell, Crowley. When Castiel appears, she's sure that she's saved… only to learn the truth. Now, bound by a cursed antique, Jo must do as Crowley orders, hunting for the answers to purgatory... or else.Rated: Fiction M - English - Suspense/Hurt/Comfort - Jo H. & Crowley - Chapters: 22 - Words: 83,665 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 03-29-13 - Published: 12-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8786921
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Warnings: (For complete, whole story) Torture, swearing, blood play, knife play, sex, noncon, dubcon, fighting, monster death, character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters. They belong to Kripke. No money made here.
Author's Notes: Written for the spn-hardcorebang. OMG, I so didn't expect this story to be as long as it turned out to be. Just a quick note on the rating: yes, there are some scenes that definitely require that rating. Granted, there are also several scenes that are of a much softer nature. A nice balance I would say. Also, huge thanks to my awesome friend and beta Kimmi! And to Twisted_slinky for cheering me on as I outlined and helping bounce the many issues I encountered off her. Also, that thanks extends to my artist, Casper-san, who was just super awesome. I know she was just as busy as I was trying to do other challenges while doing my art, so yes, huge thanks! Drop by my livejournal at (remove spaces) patriciatepes. Livejournal. com and give the art some love! Hope you enjoy! Also, I'd like to add that I've gotten really behind on review replies, so what I'll do is on the very last chapter, I'll reply to everyone who reviews it. Thanks, however, for the great reviews thus far!
It hadn't been long after Sam, Bobby, and Dean had left that Malcolm and Nell had arrived once more and taken up the bodies—including their heads—of Ryan and Joe. They had returned for Jo, dropping her off at the manor. Tired beyond reason, Jo had gone immediately to sleep. She had awoken the next morning to the knowledge that Eve was dead, and that Crowley had her body. And Jo had smiled a bit when she had learned the next bit, that the remains of the Mother of All had told Crowley nothing of how to access Purgatory.
Now, several hours into the day, a certain realization had met Jo. There were no more hunts left. None. The grand prizes—the Alphas, Eve—were all dead or gone. Her hand floated to her necklace, and she wondered what this meant for her. After all, the only reason Crowley had kept her around for so long had to do with these hunts… but what need is there for a hunter when the prey is all gone? One thing, however, was for sure. She had to get this damned object off her neck before Crowley had a chance to show her his plans. Because something told her that Castiel's protection might not be enough… even if she still had it.
The King of Hell was not currently in his manor. Instead, he was at the prison, examining probably Eve or one of the kids. If for no other reason than restlessness, Jo found herself heading for the prison just as the sun began to set, after an extra-long shower done mostly to kill time. She didn't have to think too hard on where Crowley had stored himself… the examination room was the clear choice.
She walked the halls silently, noticing that most of the monsters had been cleared out now. Her mind drifted to the shifter babies, and she wondered if she could have done more to help them… like she had helped that one. Perhaps Castiel had done something about it. But, to Jo's own chagrin, she wasn't sure if that made her feel any better.
She entered the examination room just as Crowley was stepping back from Eve's body, hands on his hips. He shook his head, sighing.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
He seemed surprised to see her, and he began to remove his blood and muck stained apron.
"Can you believe this?" he said, balling up the plastic apron and chucking it over his head. "The one thing I asked that bloody angel not to do—don't kill Eve—and yet here we are. I'm ankle deep in Mother of All, and Castiel is off somewhere playing buddy-buddy with those stupid Winchesters. Un-friggin-believable."
"Didn't find anything out?" she said, biting down her grin.
Crowley glared at her. "You know, being a smug little bitch is not a good look on you."
"Likewise," she quipped.
He grinned at that, taking a dangerous step forward. "You know what I really need? I need a native of Purgatory. A living one, at that. Someone who has been here who might be a lot more pliable when it comes to obtaining information."
Jo didn't say anything. She had thought that had been the idea behind Eve… and that had gone the way so many others of the King of Hell's plans. Crowley groaned, turning his full attention onto Jo.
"I'm stuck. I can't move forward, nor can I move back, of course. Not until my pretty angel brings me more information. And it's so… aggravating."
He snapped his fingers, and the necklace shook Jo's body and threw her to the floor. She screamed, her nails clawing at the cement. Crowley snapped his fingers again, a blissful smile on his face.
"That's a little better," he said.
"Bastard," Jo spat the moment she caught her breath. "I didn't do anything!"
"Very true," Crowley noted. "And if you were a dog, this would be a poor training strategy. However, you're not. A bitch, yes, but not a dog. So, I'm going to take out my frustrations on you, okay?"
He snapped his fingers again, and Jo could see his eyes light up as she screamed and writhed on the ground. She was beginning to have feeling again of being out of air and unable of bringing it in when he snapped his fingers to stop the pain. She gasped, and Crowley chuckled.
"You're so much fun," he noted. "I can't explain it… but I think I like torturing you the best."
"Fuck off," Jo snapped.
Crowley lifted his hand, grinning from ear to ear, about to unleash the necklace upon her again. However, just before he could, a demon Jo didn't recognize appeared in the room.
"Problem, boss," he said, looking a bit wiry and panicked.
"And that would be?" Crowley asked leisurely.
"Of course," the King of Hell groaned. "What is it this time?"
"They have Castiel trapped in a ring of Holy Fire. They know. They know about the angel working with you."
Crowley chuckled. "Well, we all knew this day would come. Gather me up some demons without meatsuits, okay?"
The demon nodded and vanished. Crowley glanced down at Jo.
"Sorry to torture and run, but I do believe our little buddy needs some saving. Kisses."
With that, Crowley gathered his suit's jacket and his long coat and strolled out of the room. It was several long moments before Jo found the strength in her legs to stand. But stand she did… and then she didn't move. The Winchesters knew. Sam and Dean knew about Castiel's betrayal. She couldn't imagine… couldn't imagine what they were thinking. How they felt. Would they kill Cas? Was that the plan with the fire? Jo pursed her lips. What was going to happen now?
Slowly, she made her way out of the examination room, but the manor was not her destination. Lost in thought, she had no idea where her feet were carrying her. Her mind seemed to be ping-pong-ing back and forth between different worst-case scenarios of what could be happening with Castiel at the moment. And it shocked her to discovered that even after all the angel had done to piss her off more than she would have ever thought possible… she still didn't want him dead. She was worried about him just as much as she was worried about how the Winchesters were taking this news.
Finally, looking up and forcing herself out of her thoughts, she came across an open, empty cell. She wondered vaguely if this was the one, the one she had woken in when this had all begun. She entered the room, sitting down on the chilly metal bed—still without a cot. She rested her hands on her knees, fisting her hands around the loose denim of her jeans and relaxing them over and over again. Then, after several minutes, she heard the familiar sound of Castiel's arrival.
She turned to stare up at him as he leaned on the bars of the cell. He looked sad, sadder than she had ever seen him. She didn't know if angels cried, but she thought that Castiel, in this moment, might. He staggered farther into the cell, not stopping until he reached the brick wall across from the entrance. He leaned his forehead upon it, sighing.
"I know," Jo whispered. "I know about Sam and Dean finding out."
Cas closed his eyes, sighing. Jo wanted to apologize, to tell him that it was all going to be okay. But she wasn't sorry that they knew. And she didn't know if it was going to be all right. And there had been enough lies between friends.
"I prayed," he said, his gravelly voice low.
He turned and leaned up against the wall once more. His eyes slid open and landed on Jo.
"I went to a quite place, and I sought revelation from Our Father. I told Him everything. Everything I had done. Everything that I planned to do."
Jo stood, but she remained silent. Castiel sighed again, and Jo moved forward.
"I asked for a sign," the angel explained. "I asked Him to give me a sign, if I was doing the right thing. I told Him that if I didn't get a sign, that I was going to do… what I had to. And he didn't. Not one peep from Him. Maybe Dean was right. Maybe Our Father is nothing more than a bully with a magnifying glass."
Jo closed the distance, and she raised a hand to rest on his cheek. He stared down at her, clearly surprised at her tenderness. But she was glad that he was okay, physically. And she couldn't bear to see him in such emotional pain now.
"Maybe," she said, pausing for a moment. "Maybe I'm the sign."
Castiel narrowed his gaze at her, his own hands rising to rest on her shoulders. In a flash, he pulled her forward, covering her mouth with his. He allowed his tongue to gently pry her lips apart, deepening the kiss. Jo didn't fight it, finding her body filling with a pleasant tingle. After several blissful moments, he broke the kiss, holding her at arm's length.
She didn't say anything. Instead, the two simply stared at one another, as if trying to memorize each other's face. Cas's right hand rose, and his fingers traced the length of chain about Jo's neck. Her heart fluttered, and for one fleeting moment, she hoped that he was finally going to remove it. But his hands dropped once more to her shoulders, and he pushed off the over-shirt she wore. It fell in a heap to the floor as he pressed his body against hers, and Jo did the same to his coat. His suit jacket and tie followed as he wrapped his arms about her waist. He broke away, tugging her t-shirt up over her head as she planted kisses on his neck in between the move. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, but she had it off soon enough, followed by the belt around his waist.
"I'm… uncertain—" he began, speaking at a whisper as he peppered her face with kisses.
"Ssh," she said. "I'll show you."
The rest of their clothing removed, they moved to the bed, Jo jumping at the coldness of the metal on her bare flesh. Castiel lay on top of her, his body lean and lightly muscled. She traced her fingers over his chest, feeling his growing arousal on her leg. He glanced down at it, obviously confused as to why this body part was reacting in such a way. Jo wanted to laugh, but she stopped, not wanting him to feel bad. Gently, she turned him over, straddling him. She leaned forward, trailing kisses down his chest until she arrived at his standing member. She glanced up at him from underneath her eyelashes and blinked coyly at him.
"You've never done this?" she asked, knowing the truth but still seeking confirmation.
He shook his head, looking nervous. It was kind of adorable. She smiled at him.
"Then I want to do something for you," she said, dropping herself lower.
She took him into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue as she moved it in and out. Briefly, her brain flashed to that horrible night when Crowley had tortured her with the candle… but then that thought melted away as the sounds of Castiel's pleasurable moaning filled the cells. Jo cupped her hands underneath his testicles, rubbing them gently as she continued her ministrations on his member. His hands gripped the sides of the bed, and Jo thought she heard metal crunch. She continued on for several more minutes before she finally pulled herself away, smiling down at him.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
He nodded. Then, slowly, shyly, his fingers began to trace up her body. He paused just underneath her breasts, and she could see the question in his eyes. She nodded, and he cupped them both, rubbing his fingers across her nipples. She moaned, her eyes half-closing. That seemed to embolden him as his reached up and pulled her down, kissing and nipping her neck. She could feel him at her entrance, and a moment later, he had their positions reversed. Her eyes opened wide, surprised by his sudden bravery.
"Jo," he whispered, gently shoving himself inside her wet and ready folds.
She gasped, pleased by the filled feeling that his member gave her. He began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of her while she moaned his name and encouraged him on. It didn't take long before he had caught on, letting his vessel's instincts take over. He increased his speed, going faster and faster and stopping just short of actually hurting her. She could feel her body warming as she arched into him.
"I'm close," she moaned. "Please don't stop."
He bent forward, kissing her neck as he moaned into her skin. Heat pooled in Jo's stomach until it finally burst forward, covering his member in her slickness and tingling within her from head to toe. If Castiel seemed uncertain of this reaction, he didn't show it. Instead, he continued to thrust in and out of her until he found his own pleasure. He came with a cry, his eyes sliding shut. He shuddered, falling forward on top of her as he finished. He lay there for a moment before he moved to squeeze onto the bed beside her.
Her eyes heavy, she yawned and snuggled into the nook of his body. She dozed for maybe a moment, and when she jumped back into wakefulness for just a second, she noted that Castiel had pulled his coat over the both of them. She sighed, smiling, and thought about how the single item still on her body—the necklace—suddenly didn't feel so heavy anymore. Before long, she was asleep, feeling much more relaxed than she had been since being resurrected.
In the shadows outside of the cell, Crowley growled as he watched Jo fall asleep in the angel's arms. He balled his hands into fists and glared.
How dare she? His little slave thought she could achieve her freedom by whoring about with the angel? This was an attempt at mutiny, and he would not stand for it. He had tried, all these long months, to get it into the stupid girl's head that she did nothing without his permission. That when he said, "jump," all she should reply is, "How high?" But for all of his torture, all of the pain, all of the humiliation… the lesson hadn't took. Well, then, fine. She'd be getting her final one, then. And soon enough.