Hi, so this is my first and I mean first ever fanfiction ever written! I'm super excited to get this started and hope everyone enjoys it! Comments would be greatly appreciated! I will try to post as often as I can but unfortunately my life is full of school and work but I have no social life so be thankful for that or this would never be written ;P Once again this is my first so please be gentle with me but do please also give me lots of comments as well! Ahh I'm so excited so with much love I present chapter one! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing and I repeat nothing of the Supernatural characters...

Chapter One

Darkness, that was the first thing Dean noticed as they snuck into the warehouse. That and the overpowering smell of blood. Torture was being done here that much they knew for certain. Thanks to some information they had "gathered" from various demons there was a high chance Abaddon was suppose to be in this warehouse tonight. Dean needed her to be there tonight because this was the closest they've come to finding Abaddon since she disappeared at the church five months ago. During those months Dean's had to handle a graceless Cas, a extremely sick possible dying Sam, a twitchy prophet who was getting a bad case of cabin fever and a slightly rehabilitated ex-King of Hell. He needed a win and badly and finding and possibly ending Abaddon was the only thing on his bucket list at the moment. It had taken Sam over two months to finally stay awake for more than a five minutes. Thankfully they did get a minor win with Cas stealing some grace from one of the many angels out to get him but he wasn't at full strength. Something about the grace not truly accepting him or something, which basically meant he was only at half power all the time. On top of that he almost killed himself trying to heal Sam from the trials. It was only thanks to Dean literally dragging him off Sam and forcing him to stop that Cas finally stopped trying to fix Sam. He yelled at Cas for a good hour after that, saying that he was just as important as Sam and that if he ever tried anything as stupid as that again Dean would personally beat his ass to hell and back.

"Dean I'm getting kind of worried we haven't run into any guards yet." Sam said.

He was right too. They were quite a bit into the warehouse by now and no demons have yet to pop out and say hello. "What do you think Cas, is the place deserted?" he asked.

"No I can definitely sense demonic presence here but deeper in, I am unfortunately unable to tell exactly how many demons are present." Castiel replied

Shit just what they needed an ambush... or maybe not for just then a piercing scream ripped through the warehouse and rebounded off the walls. "Sounds like they're too busy to be concerned with knowing if they have company or not at the moment."

"We have to find out who that was and get them out of here. It could have been a civilian Dean." Sam said

"No shit sherlock but we can't forget the real purpose to this little vacation. Abaddon is priority Sam. If she goes down Hell's going to be so lost that it'll be that much easier to taking out all the demonic bastards that dare to come topside."

Sam looked at me with what I think is bitchface number 12 but I can't let that get to me right now. I know that we need to help the poor bastard that's probably getting their flesh torn off but if we miss Abaddon now there's no guarantee we'll find her again, at least not before she killed and tortured a lot more people. Priorities sucked sometimes.

We were finally coming up onto some light but unfortunately that also meant we were that much closer to the screams that have yet to stop. From how the screams were it was difficult to decided whether they were male or female but if I had to guess female, simply from just how high and long each scream was. You learned a few things about screams in hell.

I could see Sam slowly losing his cool as the screams continued and I knew we needed to find Abaddon fast or our cover would be blown by my way too big heart brother simply abandoning reason and bursting into the room.

As I turned to look at Cas to see if he was still with me I was surprised by the intense horror found on his face. I mean I knew he was affect by the screams just like us but the look on his face was more than just a stranger hearing another strangers screams. His face was that of someone who was hearing their own blood being tortured, he had the exact same face on when we rescued Samandriel from Crowley. Before I could whisper what was wrong he did exactly what I feared Sam was about to do. He burst into the fucking room without reason and completely blew our cover. "Cas!"

As I raced into the room after him I was overcome with a sudden flashback to Hell and the Rack. A woman was strung up in the center of the room with shackles that looked liked Enochian symbols etched onto them. What was more shocking than the torture scene though were the two brilliant red wings that were also strung up that came directly from the woman's back.

Demon's jumped on us as Cas lost it and just began smiting them left and right. As I was cutting my way through each of the bastards I quickly saw that there was a distinct lack of Abaddon anywhere in the room. "Shit, we've lost our chance"

Finally the last demon dropped to the floor but I could hear more coming toward us from deeper in the warehouse. "It's time to go, Cas grab her we need to get out of here."

"Dean..." Sam said.

"What! Do you not hear the horde of demons racing down the hall and we've lost our chance at Abaddon, damnit Cas this girl better be worth it!"

"Dean!" Sam yelled "Stop and just look"

As I turned to see what Sam was yelling about I saw Cas just standing in front of the woman and tears just streaming down his face. "Cas?" I walked up next to him and asked "Who is she?"

Cas just looked at me in such a deep sorrow that I was lost. "Just help me get her down." he said. With his shaky hands and mine we were finally able to release her from the rack. Her wings were the hardest to get off because every time we touched them she would scream so loudly that Cas would just stop and hold his head in agony. Sam actually had to come help us, the impending demons forgotten with the agony that was just ripping through Cas and this woman. She groaned with the shackles gone and Cas gently lifted her into his hands.

"Shhh its ok." Cas whispered "I've got you, I've found you, shhh its ok."

We raced out of the warehouse and to Baby as I wondered who Cas could possibly care for so much. My first thought was angel but knew that couldn't be right. For one thing according to Cas angel's didn't have corporal wings and for another the angel's were fallen. I knew we've came across a few who still had their juices running but she just didn't fit the bill. She didn't feel like an angel. Angel's, even fallen angel's like Cas. still had this feeling of just power and age about them. She had both of those but in a very different and if possible more frightening way. As we raced away from the warehouse I knew that right now would definitely not be a good time to bitch about losing Abaddon. We would have to figure that out later. Right now we just needed to get back to the bunker and hopefully Cas's friend would hold out that long.

"Cas who is she?" I heard Sam whisper.

"She is someone incredibly important to me who I thought was dead for the last five years." He replied.

"Is she going to be alright?" Sam asked

"If you mean is she going to bleed out and die in the backseat with me then no. She cannot be killed, but if you mean more than that I do not know. I have no idea what happened to her five years ago when she vanished, or how long she has been held by the demons, only that I have found her alive and for the moment thats all that matters."

And with that he didn't say anymore the entire way back. Sam and I shared a look and simply sat in silence the entire way back. Just one more broken person for the bunker it seemed.