So, I'm not exactly new to Fan Fiction, but I am new to this particular account. I'd like to use this one purely for Supernatural (my absolute obsession). This story will contain Destiel... whether or not it will include scenes of a sexual nature is entirely up to you; please review and share your opinion on the matter. I'm a shipper of both Destiel and Megstiel, before you ask :) Broken Wings is set somewhere in the middle of season 10 and does change parts of the canon storyline. Please enjoy the read!
The air was cool against his skin as he emerged from the stuffiness of the bar. It felt good to escape the sea of bodies that had begun to accumulate inside, even if the crowd had included a handful of hot girls… For a brief moment, he breathed in the freshness of the night – virgin air, as he liked to call it. The kind the evening had just rolled in, yet to be tossed into the endless cycle of inhalation, exhalation and so forth.
As he relished in the coolness of the night, he could just hear the distant muffles of a bar fight ready to begin. No doubt it was one of Crowley's thugs stirring up trouble. Sure, he could ride the high horse and pretend that such pointless rough and tumbles didn't appeal to him, but who would he be kidding? Himself, most definitely.
"Oi, Squirrel!" That familiar voice, coarse and tinged with the remnants of a British accent, called to him from the doorway "If you're quite done basking in the moonlight, there's a little situation in here for you to deal with."
That ridiculous nickname was already wearing thin. "I'm not your pit bull, Crowley." He waved off his partner's request and turned to face the carpark, spotting his baby from a distance. There was something about the Chevy Impala that had changed; she no longer spoke out to him like she used to. Though he hated to admit it, she was starting to seem more and more like just some car with each passing day.
"Be that as it may, I know you're itching for some action." Crowley snarled "That mark isn't just there for show, you know."
Dean glanced down at his forearm, furious with Crowley for even reminding him of its presence. The mark of Cain, perhaps the worst thing to have happened to him to date. Or, maybe it had its perks… With it came this undeniable feeling of strength and power, exceeding even Crowley's demon party tricks. It whispered to him, even now, urging him to get in there and fight bloody.
"Give me a minute." He'd like to tell himself that he wasn't giving in, merely finishing something that Crowley's drones had started, but he'd be lying.
"Aha, that's my boy."
This sandwich had been sitting in front of him, slowly decomposing, for the past 3 days. Toasted bread, bacon, cheese, more bacon, grilled tomatoes, more bacon… awesome. But, for whatever reason, his stomach just wasn't up for it. Ever since he'd ditched the black eyes, he'd been living off slivers of beef jerky and the odd bowl of nuts (accompanied with a glass of something alcoholic). If it was up to Sam, his meals would consist purely of greens and other healthy crap. Good for the heart, apparently.
"You planning on growing old and grey with that thing?" Speak of the devil.
He shrugged "Thought bacon was bad for the cholesterol?"
"It is, but it's better than nothing. I swear one of these days you're just gonna waste away…" He furrowed his brow, a slight smile playing on his lips "Which is something I'd never thought I'd say."
Dean threw his arms in the air "I'm dieting!"
"Sure. You got any leads, yet?"
Business sure was slow. Right now, he'd give anything to chop a few vamps or even torch some wendigos. It was like all the monsters had went into hiding, which was probably a good thing, especially considering each case only triggered the goddamn mark. But the boredom was unbearable.
"Nope. No cattle mutilation, demon activity, mysterious deaths… nada."
Sam slumped into a chair opposite and sighed, a lock of hair falling across his face "What the hell's going on out there?" He paused for a moment. "We haven't even heard from Cas."
He raised his eyes at the mention of his angel, the one who'd gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. Cas' words, not his. There'd been no sign of him for weeks and a part of him was worried. That guy was part of the family now, which made him a Winchester against his own will. Yeah, Winchesters were strong, but they needed their family, as well.
"Called him?"
"Yep. And left a dozen voice messages. Wherever he is, he doesn't want to talk."
Silence replaced conversation as the elephant entered the room. It wasn't like Cas to just disappear. OK, maybe it was, but not without calling. It had been way too long. The thought of him held up in some cell, chains holding him, blood staining that stupid coat of his, made his heart ache.
"We've gotta find him, Sammy." He interrupted the hush. "Screw demons and ghouls for a moment!"
Sam nodded sternly, absently staring at a dark patch on the wall. He'd do this now and again, slip into deep trains of thought until he figured out his next move.
"Great," Dean stood up, snatching his jacket from the back of the chair and heading towards the door. "You do whatever it is that you do on that laptop of yours and I'll get going."
"Huh?"
"I'll look around for Cas; you try and dig something up… and I mean anything. Please."
Sam frowned, the creases in his forehead deepening with confusion. "What's the sense in that? We'll go look for Cas together-"
He stood up to leave, his ridiculously long body almost meeting Dean's height in mid-crouch.
"Wait, no, Dude! Come on…"
"What?!" Now he was getting defensive. He loved his brother, but he sure was sensitive.
"There's some things I've gotta take care of first. If I find him, I'll call you."
He didn't wait for any objections before turning on his heels and heading out. Truth was, if Cas was hurt, things would get real messy, real fast. Though he'd never admit it, that nerdy little angel was the best friend he'd ever had, and those come in short supply; if anyone had laid a hand on him, he doubt he'd be able to control himself, especially with the mark influencing his current behavior.
Just as he was approaching baby, his phone vibrated against his leg. He dove in immediately; phone calls usually meant a possible case nowadays. The words: "Video Message" glared at him, almost as if he were being taunted by what the message was about to reveal. He swallowed once and opened the file. A grainy image filled the screen.
"Squirrel!" Oh, great. "We need to talk… face to face. Now, I know that under normal circumstances, you'd be quite indisposed, but I think this might interest you."
The camera turned suddenly to Castiel, sitting limply in a chair bound by chains. Beneath his feet, the marks of a sigel could be seen.
"How about that – I've got your boyfriend."
His fists clenched at the sight of his angel; one eye swollen and purple, the other bloodshot. Cuts plastered his face, oozing blood that had dried black in some areas and continued to run down his skin in others. His hair was more disheveled than normal and the shadow of stubble that usually occupied his jawline had grown out, giving an edge to his look. He seemed tired, exhausted even and his signature puppy-dog look had been drained from his face. They'd tortured him well and truly.
"All it took was one call claiming we had you banged up somewhere. I figured you'd need more convincing, hence this little video. But with Castiel, all it takes is the mention of your name and he comes running. It's quite adorable, really." The camera turned back to Crowley's face "But stupid, nonetheless."
Castiel was too loyal for his own good… Not that he was opposed to the idea of a guardian angel. His mother had always promised that angels were watching over him and Cas seemed to support that notion more and more every day. Sudden anger pulsed through his veins at the thought of Crowley's minions being let loose on his buddy, tearing him to shreds, no doubt.
"I'm texting you the location. Be there within the hour or Wings here gets it nice and slow… Oh, and Squirrel? Come alone."
The footage cut out, leaving just silence.
"Damn it, Cas." Dean breathed, looking around him to check no one was watching. The whereabouts of the bunker had yet to be discovered, but he was still paranoid.
For a moment, he considered getting Sam. He had promised he would, after all. But there was something so menacing about Crowley's demand, he daren't risk Cas' safety. If anything happened to that angel, it was on him. He couldn't let that happen.
Sorry for the lack of Destiel fluff in this chapter! I didn't want to rush into things. So, Cas has been kidnapped by Crowley and Dean is going to run to his rescue. Oh, I wonder what this could lead to! Thank you so much for reading; faves, follows and reviews will all be equally appreciated *awkward angel hug*