Behind the Doors of Purgatory

by angelsquirrelandmoose

Summary: The story picks up after Castiel dies at the hands of Lucifer in the season 12 finale. He is now a prisoner in Purgatory where the archangel Raphael has declared himself king. Written in scenes instead of chapters, so some "chapters" may befairly short. My first story so reviews are appreciated.

1. Chapter 1

Starting at his chest, the sharp blade gently dragged against his skin. It slowly formed a line up his neck, stopping just under the chin, forcing his blue eyes to meet those of his captor. Cas could feel the cold metal cuffs digging into his wrists as every muscle in his body tensed up. He was bound to a chair, his ankles secured tightly and his hands behind his back. The room was dark and reeked of blood and rot. Cas held his breath, but his heartbeat quickened.

"You're awake," came the calm, even voice from the other end of the blade.

"Raphael," Castiel gulped. His stomach dropped. The blade propped his chin up just a notch higher now. He was paralyzed‒ half in fear, half in wonder. "You're dead."

"So are you," Raphael smirked, "Welcome back to Purgatory, Brother. Of course, it's not quite the same as it was when you and the human vacationed here. Things changed when Heaven went out of business. All of the angels who died before or during the time that the gate to Heaven was closed ended up here. I raised up an army… became King of Purgatory."

"Then why am I here? Heaven has been restored."

"I may have intervened a little when I heard you had died. You seem to forget that I am an archangel. I have more power than you know."

"So, what, you're going to kill me? Get your revenge?" The blade lowered. Cas exhaled and let his head hang for a moment.

"You don't get it, do you?" crowed Raphael, "You are already dead. You can't die here." Raphael paused for a moment. A twisted smile formed on his face as he leaned forward toward Cas. He grabbed Cas firmly by the hair and pulled it back. "But you can suffer," Raphael hissed.

"Sir," uttered a nervous voice from the other end of the room. Raphael let out a sigh of frustration.

"What?!" Raphael's voice roared like thunder.

"You may want to come see this. There is an issue in cell 308," the voice responded. There seemed to be concern in Raphael's eyes for just a second. As he turned back to Castiel, his face hardened again. He hurried to a table in the back of the room and grabbed a rag. Hastily and forcefully, he tied it around Castiel's mouth and then stormed out of the room.