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Eric Kripke and the writers of Supernatural: I both love you for the series and despise you for creating the one show that has ever made me cry. Thank you. :)
I do not own or have any stock in Supernatural except a massive addiction that has driven me to write this FanFiction.
This is my first Supernatural FanFiction so please be gentle. :)
Enjoy!
The time had been an minute, an hour, or year he did not know.
All he knew was pain. Pain like he had never known before. The agony of each cut sears him down to his very soul.
The only sound in his ears are his own screams.
But he never gave in. Never gave up.
Suddenly another is there and the fresh pain ceases. He prays for death but soft hands deliver him from the pain.
"Castiel? Castiel can you hear me? Damn it man wake up! I've got to get you out of here but I don't know where to go! Where's your safe house? Castiel, wake up!"
Faces flash through his mind and somehow the one who is there, his savior, sees them.
"Cass I don't know where that is. Can you take us there? I'll heal you as soon as we are safe I promise but you have to get us there first. Come on Cass, hang on."