Dean had no idea where he was when he came to. He was sitting on a chair. That much he could feel. He tried to move but he was tied down. He opened his eyes and stared at his own dick wrapped up in a leather harness. He snapped his head up confused. There was glass in front of him. He was in a glass cage somewhere, tied to a chair with his dick on full display in a fucking harness.

"What the fuck?" He asked.
"Good, you're awake," Angelica said.
"Angel?" Dean asked.
"Me or her?" Angelina asked.

Their voices came from behind him. He looked at the glass in front of him and could see their images vaguely mirrored in the glass.

"I'm sorry," he said.
"Save it," Angelica said.
"Why did you do it, Dean? Why did you have to hurt us like that?" Angelina asked.
"I'm so sorry, angel. Please, forgive me," Dean said.

If he could talk to his angel of light and get through to her, he would be let go. He was sure of it. She had a good heart. He was sure this plan was created by his angel of darkness. Yet, it was Angelina that had held the syringe.

"Choose," Angelica said.
"What?" Dean asked.

She grabbed his head and leaned down so they were cheek to cheek.

"Choose one of us," Angelica said.
"I can't," Dean said. "I love you both. I need you both."
"No!" Angelina kicked his chair. "No more, Dean! No fucking more!"
"Please, angel, this isn't you. You're the good one," Dean tried.
"I said no more!" Angelina shouted.

She kicked the chair even harder and he actually got scared if she had it in her to kick it so hard that it would be knocked over with him tied to it. That would hurt for sure. Instead she walked around him, squatted down, placed her hands on his knees and slowly moved them up his thighs. His dick started hurting in the harness, and he heard Angelica chuckle in his ear.

"Down, boy," Angelica mocked him.
"Please!" Dean begged.
"Shut up!" Angelina slapped him.

He looked at her stunned. Never in a million years would he have thought she had it in her to slap him or anyone. She had been corrupted by Angelica. He was sure of it. His angels had joined forces against a mutual enemy. Him.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Dean asked.
"Nothing," Angelina answered.
"We're gonna leave you right here," Angelica said. "The museum opens in a couple of hours. Since they have a big opening of a new exhibition, it's gonna be packed."
"You can't just fucking leave me here like this!" Dean cried.
"Oh, we can," Angelica chuckled in his ear. "And we will."

He looked down at Angelina still on her knees in front of him. Her blue eyes were still sparkling but not that familiar sparkle. This was a more twisted and more wicked sparkle. She was enjoying getting payback.

"Angel, please," Dean tried.
"Too little, too late," Angelina said. "You've hurt me one too many times."
"Both of us," Angelica chimed in. "But hey, look at the bright side. We found each other and became friends. We owe you a thank you for that."

Angelina stood up and tapped the cheek she had slapped before walking behind him again. Angelica let go of his head and stepped away. He watched in the glass how they opened the door to the class cage behind him.

"No, please!" He yelled. "Don't fucking leave me like this! Please! Don't fucking leave me!"

The class door closed behind them. He kept screaming for minutes even though he knew they were gone. His angels had unified forces and taken down the devil. A devil he knew. A devil called Dean. The devil inside him.

Karma really was a bitch.