WÏNGS

by WTFandom456

Castiel was hunting with the Winchesters when they came along to you. Battered and bruised, they asked what the missing demon had done to you, yet you wont answer, still tramatized and in their care saftley at the bunker. Can Castiel help and spread his wings over you, or wil TFW become the hunted as the demon becomes the hunter? (Bobby is still alive and Castiel is still an angel)

1. Chapter 1

WÏNGS

Chapter One

You felt the blade travel softly down your open stomach and you let out a whimper. This... thing infront of you, wasn't human. No, defenitly not a human. It looked like one sure, but this thing had black eyes. They glinted in the low light of the basement in your house, your (h/c) hair stuck to your forehead and your head throbbed. Your tongue scrapped around the scratchy cloth that was tied over your mouth just a little to tight. The cold air stung your almost numb legs and you whished you had something on other then your undergarments. You were confused, scared, angry, and hurt. The thing infront of you left out a soft chuckle at your panicked wimpers and grabbed your jaw, making you look him in the eye.

" Now, (Y/N). No need to panick, this will only hurt a bit. I mean, I have to keep you alive hm? " He leaned down and softly bit your ear lobe. " Whats the part of bait if you're dead? " Your eyes widened in panick as the blade the man carried was placed on your exposed thigh.

" That wont stop me from having my fun though... " You looked away from the man, eyebrows furrowed. Tears slipped down your cheeks as the knife was slowly pressing into your soft skin, the cool metal drawing blood. You gasped as he drew the blade down your thigh all the way to your knee, the warm blood trickling out of the newly made wound and pooling on the plastic chair you were tied sobbed into the cloth in your mouth and shook your head, trying to plead with the thing. You jerked your arms as the blade was pressed into the skin of your oppisite thigh and screamed, hanging your head as the blade reached your knee. Your fingers were digging into the metal arms of the plastic chair and your legs felt warm with blood.

" So pretty, all tied up like this... " the man placed the dull blade on your uper stomach and paused. " Your blood is so pure... just begging to be spilled. " You screamed into the cloth and sobbed as the man pressed the blade into the flesh of your stomach once more and repeated the process he did with your thighs. You tried to jerk and twist away from the knife, but that just earned you a tsk from the man.

" Now (Y/N), you know struggling wont get you anywhere... its just going to get you into, trouble. " He said the last word with a grunt and dragged the knife from your arm and down to your elbow. Your muffled howls of pain floated around in the air and he did the same to your right arm and place the knife at your neck. A small grin was placed on his ugly face as he slowly dragged the knife down the right side of your neck and did the same to the left side, like a patteren. He was leaving perfectly straight lines on each limb on your body, marking you like you were teritory.

" Almost done my dear... just need to add a few more things... " The thing said, his voice husky. You gasped as the now warm blade was pressed against the curve of one of your breasts, the man chuckling. He drew the knife along the curve of you left breast and did the same to the other. Your (E/C) eyes were filled with hot tears as pain and fear were clogging your head. You screamed and screamed again, but soon realized this would do you nothing. You hung your head in defeat and just wanted this to end, for him to kill you so you wouldn't have to have the memory of this torture. You flinched as the man's fingers brushed away your hair from the back of your neck and you opened your eyes only to see the man wasn't there, he was behind you. This panicked you even more and you yanked on the rope that bound your wrist to the chair, its scratchy surface burning your hands. The blade was dragged into the back of your neck and you didn't know what kind of marking he was leaving, but it hurt, it hurt so bad. Your heart felt like it was going to fly out of your chest and you wimpered. The pain hurt so bad, your legs your thighs your arms... it all hurt so bad. The man suddenly stopped and a loud bang filled your ears, you were starting to see black rimming your vision. As you looked up, the last thing you saw before you blacked out was a man with blue eyes untying your wrists.