Castiel noticeably tenses at that comment. It's not the tension that comes when he tries to remove himself from a situation, but a decidedly uncomfortable one still. His fingers curl slightly in the fabric of Sam's jeans, and he can feel every lick of the cane and the flogger all over again.
"Did he."
He doesn't know what to say. How to explain that he needed punishment, needed someone to make him face the pain and suffering he causes, replicate it on his skin. Heaven deals swift punishments for transgressions too. Torture not unlike what happens in Hell. Worse in some ways, when they cut into your mind. Now that he's merely human, Castiel has no one left to rightfully punish him. No one but Sam, whose punishments he can only earn by breaking the rules they laid out for themselves.
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Date: 2014-02-02 04:25 pm (UTC)"Did he."
He doesn't know what to say. How to explain that he needed punishment, needed someone to make him face the pain and suffering he causes, replicate it on his skin. Heaven deals swift punishments for transgressions too. Torture not unlike what happens in Hell. Worse in some ways, when they cut into your mind. Now that he's merely human, Castiel has no one left to rightfully punish him. No one but Sam, whose punishments he can only earn by breaking the rules they laid out for themselves.