Summary: Castiel is trapped by Lucifer and his demons, and is tortured. Meanwhile, the Winchester Brothers are desperately trying to find him. But Castiel is broken. Will they be able to get him back together?

Rating: T because of the torture. No worries, I didn't include explicit rape and such. Only good ol' fashioned whump. Even writing the word rape hurts me.

"Wake up, Cas."

Eyes flickering open, Castiel immediately started looking around, terrified. He found himself unable to move, his hands strapped behind the chair he was sitting on. His cost was thrown on the ground and his shirt was torn in small places. He looked up and saw Lucifer, in Nick's body.

"Wakey wakey."

"Lucifer."

"You guessed right."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want the Winchesters, Castiel. I figured, instead of trying to kill them myself, why don't I just get their Angel and lead them directly into my trap?"

"I'll never help you."

"Oh, I know you won't, Castiel. But the Winchesters are way too sentimental. They would never let their Angel die. They will fall right into my trap."

"What do you mean?" Said Castiel.

"Well, this may answer your question." Lucifer pulled out an Angel Blade, and held it against Castiel's throat.

"You are going to lead me to the Winchesters. Even if I have to break you, Castiel."

Castiel's skin was now pale. He knew what would occur, and he certainly wasn't looking forward to it.

Not at all.

"Sam, pass me the beer."

Sam reluctantly grabbed the beer bottle from the table and gave it to his brother.

"Why don't you just settle in for some pie instead of chugging down beer bottles?" Sam asked, causing Dean to sigh.

"Because, Sam, beer, and specifically alcohol, makes me not feel like shit."

"No, it actually does make you feel like shit."

"By shit I mean worthless."

"Why would you feel worthless?"

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, don't tell me you're still not over what happened last week."

"How can I be over it, Sam?"

"Look, Dean, it wasn't your fault. That kid was already converted into a demon. There was nothing we could do to help him."

"Yes, there was. Actually preventing the conversion."

Sam watched as Dean chugged the last of his beer and slumped deeper on his chair.

"Changing the subject here, where's Cas? I haven't heard from him in a while."

"Knowing Cas, he's probably in Heaven trying to control the mess."

"Shall we call him to come down here? He may be able to cheer you up."

"Whatever." Dean closed his eyes. "Come on, Cas. Sam is being a bitch and won't leave me alone until you get your feathers and flap your way here."

Nothing happened.

"Hm, strange."

"I guess he didn't like the way you said it."

"No, wait, Cas always responds unless something happened."

"Does he have his phone with him?"

"Oh, like my signal will reach Heaven."

"Well, at least try it." Sam said. Dean pulled out his phone, clicked on Speed Dial 2, put the phone on speaker, and waited.

One ring.

Two rings.

Dean was ready to give up, when a familiar voice echoed through the phone.

"Hello, Dean."

Lucifer touched the tip of the Angel Blade.

"Now, how shall we torture you? Slashes? Cuts?"

When Castiel didn't respond, Lucifer delivered a quick punch to his face, causing his nose to start bleeding.

"Oh cheer up, Cas. Don't make it boring."

Suddenly, a ring echoed in the cell. Lucifer searched through Castiel's coat before finding the source of the ringing.

Castiel's phone.

"Now, this just makes everything much more interesting." Lucifer checked the caller.

"Oh, it's Dean Winchester! Let's see what he has to say." Lucifer pressed the Answer Call button.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean froze. He knew exactly who the voice was. And it certainly wasn't a good one.

"Lucifer?"

Sam'e eyes widened. "Lucifer? What?"

"Long time no see."

"What did you do to Cas?"

"Oh, don't worry. Your little Angel is fine. For now."

Castiel felt a shiver rise up his spine.

"Now. You have one month exactly to find Castiel. I will drop off clues along the way. If you find him, you win. But if the deadline ends, he dies."

"You son of a bitch! Where the hell are you?!"

"Uh uh, no cheating. Here is the first clue. Field."

"Field? What the hell's that supposed to mean?!"

"Remember, Winchesters. One month." Lucifer ended the call, and put Castiel's phone in his pocket.

"This is gonna be fun." Lucifer grinned.