Samandriel slumped in his chair. He had just had yet another torture session. He was bleeding all over and leaking light in different spots. He heard a low cackling laugh coming from his torturer as he was leaving.
"See you tomorrow Sammy."
He heard the large metal door creek to a slow close and with a loud slam it locked. Samandriel was just lucky Crowley wasn't his torturer for the day. He could feel the blood seeping out all different spots, and there was no getting comfortable in the hard wooden chair. H was strapped to it. A symbol in the center kept him bound to it. As always, a sharp, long needle was piercing into his forehead keeping his "Angel radio" off.
Five hours. That's all he got. Every day he got five hours. Sometimes less. Five hours of freedom. Five hours from the second his torturer left, to the second he came back in early in the morning. The worst part though, was the wait. He was an angel. He didn't sleep or nap. He didn't refresh himself. So, the five hours he got, he spent waiting, hoping, praying to be saved. Knowing he wouldn't. Knowing no one even knew he was gone. Knowing no one heard his cry's for help.
Within minutes the lights went out, as they did every night. The wait began. As he sat in the darkness, his thoughts wondered to Castiel. He just wanted to help, he didn't mean to let the leviathan out, he didn't mean to kill hundreds, he just wanted to help, he just wanted to save Heaven. Where is he now? In Purgatory, probably being hunted by everyone. Samandriel rememebred how Castiel used to talk to him.
"Watch out Sam, I hear there are big plans for that fish."
Or.
"Come on Sammy, Leave father alone, he's tired."
Samandriel felt a tear role down his cheek. He was jerked away from his thoughts when he heard a loud crash. He guessed one of the vials fell off the shelf and shattered. He sighed. He heard the loud 'Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.' of a wall clock somewhere. Curtocy of Crowley he was enough, one hour had passed, two hours,three hours. Samandriel's stomach yerned more and more every passing tick. Son enough the clock had it's final tick and the door flew open and the lights fluttered on behind him. He expected his normal torturer but he heard a deep voice behind him. Samandriel's face drained of blood and he took a deep breath in as he listened.
"Hello Darling."