Demons were hot on their trail. Three hundred years now the demons have been running things and angels were the first to go. Some were lucky enough to get away and hide deep in the woods while others were caught and sent to slavery. Fifteen days ago the place they lived at was raided by demons. They got away but they were still on their tail.

"We should get as far off into the back as we can and rest." Gabriel was talking more to himself than to Castiel. "Come on Castiel let's get you to bed." Gabriel curled around Castiel, golden wing over top of the them and arms around his waist. Castiel's dark brown almost black wings flattened against his back. He knew Castiel would love to sleep with them stretched out behind him like he usually did but he had to protect his little brother.

They slept for a few hours when Gabriel shot awake to the sound of footsteps. It didn't take long for him to make out shapes of demons entering their cave. If they were quiet maybe they wouldn't see them. Gently he nudged Castiel awake, the responding protest gave them away.

The demons moved quickly grabbing what they needed to capture the angels.

When Gabriel saw the small hole etched into the cave next to them. He pushed the young angel into it and ordered him to be quiet.

The older brother put up as much fight as he could muster, punching and kicking even biting. Gabriel eventually was pinned and a net was thrown over top of him. From there the demons worked binding the base of his wings together so he couldn't move them while still keeping him secured by a net.

"There's one missing," a nasally voice declares.

"It was small perhaps he left it behind." The second voice belonged to a girl.

"No angels are loyal to one another, it's here somewhere. Get me a flashlight."

A light flicked on and shined around the cave until the demon saw the hole. Gabriel let out a fierce growl as he approached it and attempted but failed to flap his wings. As the demon peered in, he saw the little dark haired angel crammed to the back of it. His blue eyes showed immense fear as he stared at the demon. "Come on out little one," he whispers reaching in but his fingertips just brushed against him not enough to get a good grip. "Will someone get me a pole?"

When he reached in with a pole with a looped rope at the end of it Castiel lashed out pushing it away from him and clawing at the sides trying to get out. Even after the demon got it around his neck he screamed and kicked, flapping his wings.

"He's going to injure himself," the female says stepping forward and holding him down as the other bound his wings. Four more demons stood at the entrance guarding and three more were outside waiting in the rain. Castiel cried and bit at them pushing with his now bleeding hands from where his nails were ripped off in his thrashings.

The male demon lifted him up and sighed. "Calm down little one. Sedate them and set up here tonight. We'll head back in the morning." Castiel cried out as a needle slid into the side of his neck and he was laid on the ground with a net thrown over top of him.

...

When he awoke his sibling was being bound by his hands and attached to the horn of saddle that rested on the back of a tall black horse. When the demon from last night came up to him, he whimpered and thrashed weakly even as he picked the net off of him and took him into his arms. "We're going to have to treat him before we leave." They set him on a boulder and forced him to hold out his hand. A foul smelling cream was smeared onto where his fingernails used to be, he lost five all together and two more were broken. Next the demon felt along his throat where the rope had left a bruise. "It should heal fine."

One of the demons was nice enough to put the hood of his poncho up as they bound his hands and the chain attached to them was giving to Alistair to place on the horn of his own saddle. He walked in front of the rest of them so he wasn't able to see his sibling but he didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight.

His legs were aching by the time the made it to a large wagon where five more demons waited. He saw the face of an angel through the bars on the side of the wagon. He almost looked like a ghost.

"Put that one in the wagon. I'll hold the little one up front with me." Castiel was lifted onto the back of the horse held in front of the demon. The walk left him tired and not even the fear of the demons kept him from dozing off head resting his hooded head onto the crook of his elbow. His wings were small enough that they didn't get in the way of the demon.

Curious eyes watched them from the turn out pens as the approached a large building.

"They're going to be hungry," the nasally voice says getting off of his horse, the little sleeping angel curled up in his arms. "Feed them and put them in pen I4. How many are in the infant pen right now?"

"No one," another demon responds.

"Good," the demon carried him into the building and made a hard left coming up to a cage. Efficiently he opened the cage and placed the angel inside of it.

...

When Castiel awoke he was surrounded by warm, itchy hay. His wings were sore from not being able to relax them.

"Alistair, he's awake," a voice calls.

Castiel picked up his head to look at the demon in front of him. His eyes widened, a scream came from his throat as he backed up to the side of the cage.

Alistair approached the cage kneeling in front of it. "Make him a bottle with supplements in it."

"Alright," the demon left as Alistair opened the cage and held out his hand to him. "Come here little one."

Castiel forgetting that his wings were bound attempted to flare them, ending in him pulling the muscle that connected his back to the wing.

"Come on we need to get you checked up and fed. I bet you're hungry." Castiel lowered his head and slowly made his way over to him whining as he picked him up. "We're going to have to wait until his hands heal before we can sell him," he tells the demon that came over with a full bottle. Alistair's hand reached up and scratched his neck before setting him on a metal table. Castiel sat with his legs folded under him. Eagerly he drank as the nipple of the bottle was pressed into his mouth. Alistair cradled his cheek and chin smiling at him. "Go and get the medical stuff for his nails. Slow done little one," the man urged as Castiel reached up trying to get the milk to come out faster.

Castiel whined as the bottle was completely drained and was pulled from his mouth.

"Think he's ready for hard foods?"

Alistair shook his head in response setting down the bottle and opening the kit. "Angels are touchy creatures. I doubt he's eaten very much since we started our chase on them, better to just give him milk right now." He lifted the young angel's hand and inspected his nails. "We're going to have to wrap them up." Castiel hissed as he touched the exposed skin. One by one he wrapped the torn nails.

"You going to clip his wings?"

Castiel understood that and his head shot up glaring at the demon.

"No I'm going to let the buyer decide on that. It's not necessary since the only time he'll be outside is with someone watching him. His brother put up a hell of a fight when we clipped his though."

Alistair picked up Castiel again and put him in the cage, locking him in there and leaving him be.

The little angel whined not wanting to be left alone even if it meant having demon's as company.

Castiel is Six Years Old