Alright my lovelies, here's chapter one, new and improved. For those of you who are just now joining, please proceed with caution. I am going through and editing and re-doing this story to make it better. But most of it will stay roughly the same (except for the last chapter). Thanks and enjoy!

Sam was getting very upset with Bobby, questioning him as to where the hell Adam had gotten to. With a rush of air and the sound of fluttering wings, Dean and Castiel appeared in the living room to their left. Sam looked over, startled. Castiel was supporting a bloody, bruised, unconscious Dean. He had his arm around his waist and his other hand holding Dean's arm that was slung around his shoulders.

"What the hell happened to him?" Sam demanded, gesturing at his brother. His eyes had grown wide in panic, a worried look on his face.

"Me." Cas replied solidly, he turned toward the taller Winchester and glared daggers at him, as if daring him to ask further. When Sam pursed his lips and raised his hands in surrender, the angel carefully moved himself and Dean over to the bed underneath the window in Bobby's living room. He laid Dean down gently, pausing for just a second, so quick that if Sam had blinked he wouldn't have caught it, before he turned once again to face the hunters in the doorway. "The angels have Adam." He said simply and, with a flutter of wings, was gone. Sam turned to Bobby who shrugged, looking lost for words. He ran his hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh.

Dean awoke on the bed in Bobby's living room, head throbbing. He tried to sit up but the blinding pain in his ribs reminded him of the beating he had received earlier on in the evening. He flopped back down, desperately gulping air as though he had been running; he slowly moved his head to the left to look out the dark window. He seethed in silence, hating everything that made this his life. He hated everything, but he could hate nothing more than the hatred he felt for himself. Why hadn't stupid Cas just left him to his own devices? He turned his head back up to look at the ceiling; he had just come to the realization that it was pitch black and silent inside as well as outside. Moving at a snail's pace, he turned his head to the right to inspect the living room and didn't find a sign of life.

"Sammy?" He called out into the darkness. No response. "Bobby?" Still nothing. He took a deep breath and slowly rolled onto his right side, jaw clenched, trying to stomach the pain. When he reached his destination, he let out a long, shaky, breath, taking a small break before trying to sit up. He felt a shimmer of sweat pool over his forehead as he looked over at his right hand, which was handcuffed to the bed. "Son of a bitch." He muttered, feeling fresh anger roll through him. "ANYONE?!" he yelled, his own gruff voice reverberated through the empty house, and back to him, causing a fresh wave of pain through his head. When there was still no response he rolled back onto his back, gritting his teeth at the agony.

"Dean." Came a gravelly, familiar voice from the shadows in the corner of the room. At hearing his name Dean snapped his head to the right, pain searing through his head, causing him to hiss and silently curse himself.

"What Cas?! Come to finish the job?" He demanded, when his head was back down to a dull throb.

"No." replied the angel flatly.

"Then what?" Dean asked, rather forcefully. "You made your point, and the handcuffs really drive the nail in hard." He positioned his head back to stare at the ceiling, not missing the look of almost boredom on Cas' face.

"It's your brother," He paused, searching for the right words. "Bobby tells me that Sam stormed off after I – left – after dropping you off here."

"Wish I could help, but I'm kinda tied up at the moment." Dean replied sarcastically, glaring up at the ceiling, he lifted his right hand up as far as he could before it caught and the metal clanged against the metal bedframe. In truth, the statement hit him hard, causing his insides to writhe with worry for his stupid little brother. What possible reason could Sam have had for disappearing into the night? Unless, he was going to try to find Adam. Dean shook that thought right out of his head, there's no way Sam would be that dumb.

"I know, I'm the one who fastened the handcuffs to you." Dean heard soft footsteps approach where he was lying, and he looked over to see Cas standing over him. Moonlight shone a ghostly blue light on the angels face, making him look gaunt. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips held a slight frown. He stared down at Dean, eyes cold as ice. "You've ruined everything Dean Winchester. You forced Sam to drink that demon's blood by treating him like a child,"

"No." Dean whispered, "I didn't know!" Castiel bent down so that his face was hovering just inches over Dean's, breath hot in his face. He brought up a hand and clamped it down over Dean's mouth, effectively silencing him and reminding Dean of the time he had convinced the angel to help him. That first day in the beautiful room when the angel began to doubt. His look of boredom didn't waver as he spoke again.

"Bobby stabbed himself to kill the demon inside him so he wouldn't hurt you," he hissed pressing his hand harder into Dean's mouth. He felt his teeth begin slicing the inside of his lips, as the warm iron taste of blood flooded his mouth. "And I – I rebelled. For you. I did it, all of it, for you." He paused, a glimmer of sadness passed behind those deep blue eyes before being snuffed out and replaced by a look of pure hatred and wrath that Dean had only seen once, and that had been while he was getting his face bloodied. "And you tried to ruin everything."

Castiel gripped his face harder and Dean felt his teeth being slowly pushed out of his gums. He screamed into Castiel's hand and tried to turn his head from the agony, but Castiel had a superhuman grip and it was all Dean could do to clench both fists as he felt the first tooth snap and fall into the back of his throat. He choked, feeling another snap and fall. Raw panic spread through him as he desperately flung his left hand out to punch, scratch, anything, but it was useless. He felt his hand connect, but the look on the angel's face told him he was not fazed. Dean couldn't breathe, his throat was full of teeth and blood. He felt darkness overtake him and the last thing he saw was Cas's intensely blue stare. Then all was dark.