Time for a new fanfic that I had been working on for a while. Thanks to Noxy Hart for helping me iron out the wrinkles as she is my beta. I give you thinks for my loyal readers. Also I would like to make sure that I put a warning on the chapters and the fanfic itself. There will be trigger warnings and mentions of rape and angel drug abuse on herbs. You have been warned. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters. I just borrow them for my pleasure. I own Monica and Zagon and Noxy owns Razael. Comments are appreciated.

Monica had been running for what seemed like forever. She had to get away from Michael and fast. She had bruises covering most of her body and strange cuts covering most her chest and arms. The cuts were that from an angel blade that he had used on her. Michael would be closing in on her anytime. It was like every time she turned a corner, she could hear him right behind her. She had to get out of Hell and soon. She had been trapped for years it felt like. She had lost track of time with so many times she had been slowly cut like a turkey. Sure she was an angel, but she shouldn't be here. She had to get back to Gabriel somehow.

It had been two weeks since Gabriel had rescued her from Hell. She had been quiet for weeks. Gabriel had been watching over her and was very careful around her. Not even sure what happened while she was trapped, plus he was too afraid to ask to find out what happened. Since he had raised her like his own, he was very protective over her. When he had found her naked, he managed to get her out quickly and whisk her away. She had been sitting in a chair looking out the window. Gabriel had been watching her as Raziel had walked in.

"Hey mom, how is she doing today? I mean has she started talking at all? Dad had come by again earlier. He was asking about Monica. He also had wanted us to know that Sam, Dean and Castiel are going to stop by as well."

Gabriel looked up at his son. He shook his head and sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head.

"She has yet to say anything and I made sure that not only that her vocal cords weren't damaged either. There has to be a reason why she isn't talking. I went over everything and checked for spells and I found nothing."

He looked back over and she had been looking out the window. He wished that he could see inside her head. He would have to ask her for permission to look inside her mind one day. For now he would let her sit there and hopefully she will open up to him. He hadn't noticed that from the corner of her eye, she had been watching him. There was a reason why she hadn't said anything to him; in fact it was because she was scared. All those nightmares that she would have and having to relive them was something she didn't want to do.

Michael had scared her while he had her. He had made her call him master and she hated it. The big thing that haunted her nightmares was Michael's blue eyes. The pure hatred in them scared her to death. Those eyes haunted her dreams though as she could still see those eyes almost boring into her soul as Michael would take a whip soaked in holy oil and was lit on fire. She still had scars on her back from it, but she kept those scars hidden. Gabriel had taught her well to hide things like that beforehand. She even feared what anyone would say when they found out where he had poured the holy oil at.

Flashback:

She had been chained down to a small table and she had been fully naked for all to see. She didn't like being this exposed as she tried to struggle to get free. She had been shaking badly as she could hear the sandals on the floor. He had a bottle in his hand as he pulled the cork out and held it under her nose as she flinched away. She knew that smell and it was holy oil. She feared he would dip the whip in it again as the Michael grinned. He held it over her body and stopped just above her crotch. His calm, smooth voice could finally be heard.

"I wonder if anyone would want you after I roast you."

He poured it all over her crotch and she gasped as he lit a match and threw it onto her making her scream. Her screams echoed throughout Hell as she burned.

She awoke from her own nightmare screaming as she looked around. She was panting and covered in sweat as she was trying to focus on trying to slow her breathing down, the nightmare still fresh in her mind as if it happened yesterday. Gabriel and Raziel ran over to her as they were worried about her. Gabriel placed his hand on her shoulder as she slowly looked up, her eyes still hazy from the dream. Gabriel frowned as she looked so scared and he wished that he could do something to help her. He had hoped that with how long Gabriel had known her, she would open up to him sooner or later.

Raziel bent down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees gently. She flinched and bowed her head. She took another deep breath as she tried to calm herself more. She knew that she would have to remain calm as her being upset; it would upset others as well, besides Raziel should be with his mate.

"You two don't worry about me right now. I will be alright after a little bit. Raz, why aren't you back with your mate anyways? I mean I know he is worried sick about you being gone so long."

Raziel shook his head. His mate knew just where he was at and wasn't upset about it at the least. His mate Zagon knew that he was worried about his sister and understood fully. He moved to where he was now sitting in front of Monica with his hands over hers gently. She looked down at him as he smiled at her.

"Zagon knows that I am here and I am worried about you. In fact he understands and will not keep me from trying to find out what happened with my sister."

She looked away and sighed. Her cravings were starting to come back again as her hands slightly shook. She knew that she would have to do something before Gabriel had caught on that she was going to go through withdrawal symptoms. She slowly stood up as Raziel watched her with a close eye. There was something that was bothering him with the way she was shaking slightly. Monica was heading to the bathroom.

"I will be right back; I have to use the bathroom."

With that, she slowly headed towards the bathroom. Gabriel had watched her go with a sigh. He wished that there was something that she could do. He noticed that she had been going to the bathroom quite a bit and there was a few times where almost seemed like she was off when she came back out. Monica had walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her.

She looked at herself in the mirror as she sighed. What was staring back at her, she felt like it wasn't herself. She had slowly pulled out the small container that she had managed to smuggle in. She opened it as she looked down at the pink petals that were lying in the container. Her eyes then closed going back to when she was trapped.

Michael had been watching her as he grinned. She was shaking badly as he knew that her last dose that he had given her of the devils claw was starting to wear off. He kicked her in her stomach as she cried out. He held out the pink petal to her.

"Open your mouth; you need to learn your place. You are nothing and I want you to remember that. I don't care who your parents are. You maybe an angel, but you are a waste of space. You are nothing but a shame to all angels. Lucifer will be mine and you will never know how he feels about you. Once he finds out you're a whore and a drug addict, he will never want you. He will take me back with open arms."

She had reached out for the petal knowing how addicted she was. She knew that Michael was right and as she placed the petal on her tongue and let it melt on her tongue. Michael had laughed as he had taken the container and put it inside of her clothes. She would not be able to stop, even if she did get out of here.

She looked back up and set the petal on her tongue and watched it slowly melt on her tongue. Michael was right; she was nothing more than a waste of space. When she had a chance, she would just up and leave. That way she would not have to worry about hurting anybody else. She put the petals back in her pocket and sighed. A knock came on the door and Monica jumped. It was Gabriel on the other side of the door.

"Monica are you sure you are alright? You have been in there for an hour and the door is locked. You know how I feel about locked doors. It makes me think you are doing something you shouldn't be doing. You better not be hurting yourself."

She walked over to the door and unlocked it. She walked out as she kept her head down. Gabriel had stopped her and when he made sure that she didn't hurt herself, he finally let her go. She began to feel the drugs effects as she headed back up to her room. She was in for a long night as she would just sleep off the effects of the drug. She hated herself for this, but she missed the touches Michael had given her, even if they did hurt. She laid her head on the pillow and slowly drifted to sleep. Her body still shaking, but she had no idea that someone was watching her from the shadows.

The figure slowly came out of the shadows and grinned. Watching her suffer like this was so much fun. When Gabriel had come up to check on her, Michael turned to Gabriel.

"She is asleep; I will watch her for now. I am so glad that you found her when you did. Whatever demon had her will pay."

Gabriel nodded as he hugged his brother and walked off. He had no idea what plans Michael had in store for Monica or what he really wanted.