Sam woke up with a groan, and slowly opened his eyes, realizing it was still dark. He grabbed his phone off the bedside table, and opened it up. It read 3:37 AM, and he sighed as he slammed his phone back on the table, ignoring the throbbing in his head at being up so early.
"Hey Dean, you awake?" Sam asked sleepily as he sat up.
When he didn't get a response, he sighed and looked toward his right to his brother's bed…only to gasp in horror. He shot out of his bed, and looked at his brother's bed that was empty, but blood was covering the bed, though it didn't look like there was anything from the body on there…except the blood. Sam looked around, realizing nothing was out of place, and nothing of his brothers was gone, except the angel blade. Sam began breathing heavy; starting to panic as he looked around for his brother's phone, hoping it might be on him. When he saw it on the edge of the bed, Sam began to worry more. What the hell happened?!
"Castiel, we have a problem here. Dean's missing, his blood is covering his bed, and I have no idea where he is." Sam said as he looked toward the ceiling, praying to Castiel.
A flutter of wings was heard, and suddenly Sam saw Castiel standing by Dean's bed, a look of horror on his face as he scanned the bed.
"What happened?" Castiel asked as he stared at Sam, his blue eyes showing nothing but hostility…this was bad.
"I don't know. I woke up, and looked at my phone only to realize how early it was. I asked Dean if he was awake, because I thought he was in here, but when I didn't get a response I looked at his bed; only to see it like this." Sam said, before he sat on his bed; his eyes wide in panic.
"He's still alive…I can feel it." Castiel said as he touched the bed, his blue eyes glowing.
"What do we do? Where do we start?" Sam asked, his panic overriding his logic.
"Sam, please try to calm down. If you panic too much, we'll never find Dean." Castiel said as he looked around, and even looked in the bathroom.
Nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing was misplaced, but when Castiel went back into the main room, a looked at the window…he noticed something up with the glass. He tilted his head, walking toward it, before opening the curtains. The window was slight fogged up…but how? It wasn't cold in here, nor was it humid…though there did seem to be a smudge on the window. He breathed on the window as well, before he felt his blood go cold as he read what it said.
"Castiel, what is it?" Sam asked, walking over and looking at the window, and felt dread claw his heart.
On the window, in slightly sloppy writing, but still easy to make out read: 'Crowley' and they both felt themselves get sick at the thought of what that meant. If Crowley had appeared and kidnapped Dan, the price could be dramatic; but that raised a question. Why didn't they kidnap Sam as well?
"If Crowley was here, why didn't he take me as well? Why just Dean?" Sam questioned, moving from the window as he paced around the motel room.
"Dean might've offered his full cooperation so you would be spared, so they wouldn't take you as well." Castiel suggested, trying to think this through; he was beginning to panic as well.
"Still, that doesn't make sense…why take Dean? What would Crowley want with Dean, aside from his life?" Sam asked as looked out the window near the door, seeing the impala still there, and looking at the table by the window say the key's…and a note.
"Cas, come here!" Sam shouted to the angel, shocking him.
"What is it?" Castiel asked, walking toward the table as Sam opened the letter.
'Dear Moose,
As I'm sure you'venoticed by now your older brother isn'there at the moment, so sorry about that by the way. Anyways, you were spared because your big bro thought it be best to give everything he is to me, on the account that you are spared…as well as his little angel friend, and everyone else he cares for. So, as I'm such a kind demon, I agreed to that condition. Have fun, you truly lonely soul.'
Sam stared at the letter in utter bewilderment, disbelief, and over all horror as he could only think of the torture Dean was going through. Castiel was breathing heavily through his nose and tore the note out of Sam's hands and read it, tracing the letters of the page before growling in frustration. That idiot! What was Dean thinking?!
"We have to save Dean." Sam said, not wasting anytime in trying to find his brother.
"We don't have much time…Dean might either be a demon, dead, or enduring torture at this moment. Let's go." Castiel said and the two left the motel after grabbing their things, and began driving around trying to find some clues.
WithDean: Dean screamed out as burning hot iron touched his skin, feeling the iron literally melt the skin off him, before he felt it moved away. He gasped as he looked at himself, cursing at the condition he was in. He was dirty, his clothes soaked with blood; multiple scars, stabs, gashes, cuts, bruises and scrapes covered his body; and he had trouble keeping consciousness. He grunted as he tried to move his arm, only to remember they were tied down to the arms of the chair he was in. He looked around the room again, seeing the blank stone walls with burns and scratches everywhere, a crack here and there. He looked at the small table beside his chair, cluttered with multiple torture objects; and the burning iron stick was laid beside the rest of the clutter as the door behind him opened…though he couldn't really focus on that through the haze of pain.
"Hey, stay awake Dean-o." A voice said, the smug voice of Crowley, no doubt; snapping his fingers before Dean's eyes.
Dean focused his green eyes on Crowley, the color dull due to the pain; but it still made Crowley smile.
"There we go, now let's continue business then shall we? You handed everything you are to me, and while I won't send hell-hounds or anything after you, as that was also part of the deal; I do require that you tell me everything. Once I get the information, you get your soul back and…well…you allow a demon into your body. I have to keep tabs on you, it's the only way." Crowley said with a shrug, and Dean growled…had he been told his beforehand, he would've woke Sam up with a scream.
"Go to hell Crowley!" Dean shouted, gasping as a shock of pain went through him.
"Already am Dean, after all…I am the King of Hell." Crowley said matter-of-fact with a shrug.
Dean only glared at Crowley, a look of hate and disgust in his eyes; but Crowley just sighed and snapped his fingers. The demon before Dean, a good-looking female, nodded as she grabbed a knife and drove it through Dean's thigh, causing Dean to shout in pain as the pain coursed through him ten-fold due to the multiple scars still burning.
"Now Dean, don't make me repeat myself much more…though I most likely will because you can't think straight." Crowley said before he stepped between Dean and the demon again.
"Where. Are. The. Other. Angel. Weapon's?" Crowley asked, pronouncing every word.
Dean was unaware of it all…he didn't know why Crowley thought Dean knew; but then again when your best friend is an angel it's no surprise one would think said friend of angel would know. Crowley growled as Dean only glared at him, and then Dean sighed.
"Listen…I seriously have no idea…where the weapons are. We found the staff…purely on…accident." Dean explained, groaning as his body ached in pain.
"Dean, you really are stupid aren't you?" Crowley asked as he pushed away from the chair and walked around the room.
"You see Dean, while you might be unaware there was a certain angel, his name was Balthazar, and he implanted a memory of his into you. The reason I know this was because…I saw it all, I saw it happen." Crowley said as he placed a hand on Dean's head, his eyes glowing red.
-Flashback- Dean was asleep on the bed, Sam asleep on the bed over and Crowley was in the room…but was invisible. He was ready to snap his finger's to call a few demons, but the flutter of wings caught his attention and he growled as he believed it to be Castiel.
'Damn angel plans to ruin-wait a second.'Crowley rethought his plans as he saw it was actually Balthazar.
Balthazar looked around the room warily for a second, before kneeling down to Dean and pushing two fingers to Dean's forehead and said something in Enochian.
"Sorry Dean, but you're really the only one I can trust about in showing you the locations of the weapons. Sam is too…unstable to process the thoughts to him, and Castiel is losing his mind as his thoughts are only on defeating Raphael. Besides, I have complete faith in you Dean; I know you'll be able to keep it a secret…even from an angel or demon." Balthazar said after he finished his chant in Enochian.
He looked around one last time, before the flutter of wings was heard and he was gone. Crowley stroked his chin in thought, before smirking as he allowed himself to be visible and walked toward Dean looking at him.
"The weapons of the angel's eh? Well, let's see what Balthazar showed you." Crowley said and reached to read Dean's mind, but a power blocked him from seeing his thoughts.
"Damn! Seems Balthazar put a lot of thought and time into this plan. Well, don't worry Dean-o…I'll break you open soon to find out about the locations of these…weapons." Crowley said before he disappeared. -Flashback end.-
Dean gasped as Crowley removed his hand and walked back to lean against another table that was in the room, and watched as Dean tried to regain his senses. Suddenly a knock came at the door, and Crowley walked toward it, looked through the peephole, and then opened the door as two demon's walked in.
"Sir, we've just got word that the younger Winchester brother, Sam, and the angel Castiel are now looking for Dean." One of the demon's said, and Crowley just chuckled.
"Heehee, well it seems it's time to begin the fun boy's. One of you…take him over. If you can access his memories, let me know. Be prepared though…he might have some angel magic protecting him." Crowley said, when the other demon spoke.
"What of the seal on his chest?" the demon asked, and Crowley smirked before looking at the female.
"Burn the mark on his chest. That should allow you to take him over, possess him, and then kill his brother and friend." Crowley said, when Dean spoke.
"You asshole, you said you'd leave them out of this." Dean said as a demon walked toward him.
"Correction, I said I wouldn't touch them, but it won't really be Me touching them Dean. It'll be you who touches them, hurt's them, and kill's them; I'd be completely innocent. The blame would fall on you because it won't be me hurting them, it'll be you." Crowley said before he left the room.
The female demon picked up the iron again before she heated it up over the fire they had in the room, and smirked at Dean.
"Oh Dean boy, this is gonna be so much fun." The demon said, and Dean gritted his teeth as he glared at her.