Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm just using them.
M/M so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Castiel walked down the quiet road, he was tired and sore. He had just barely gotten away from his brothers. He had a long cut along his spine where he had just missed having his right wing cut off and at least two broken ribs. He had gotten reckless and Zachariah had spotted him. Zachariah had sent seven of his brothers after him and he had been forced to kill three of them, but not before they had said an Enochian spell that revealed his wings. Castiel pulled out his cell phone and gave Dean a call.

"Dean, what hotel are you in?" Castiel asked trying to hide a hiss of pain as he stretched the already sore ribs. He ran a hand over the ribs and winced. Dean rattled off the name and room number. "I'll be there."

Castiel walked for another five minutes before he heard a rush of wings and he was knocked to the ground. He got to his knees but that was as far as he got. Castiel shuddered and let out a small cry of pain as one of his brothers held him down, pushing his face into the rough concrete. He felt two of his other brothers grab his wings and pull them out to their full length before they began to rip out the feathers one by one. Castiel screamed in pain as his wing was held out at an angle before it was stomped on hard. He felt the bone shatter and he fought against them futilely. They shattered the other wing the same way and continued to tear out feathers; blood pooling beneath Castiel's body.

"Stop, please stop." Castiel begged as the Captain of the Garrison pulled out a long, sharp silver blade. Castiel felt the cool blade against the first joint of his right wing and whimpered as the Captain made a small slice. "Please don't do this."

The Captain smirked before gripping the damaged wing and slicing straight through the bone; effectively cutting off Castiel's wing. Castiel screamed in agony and his body jerked so hard that his captors were forced to release him. Castiel tried to get up, but the pain was too much and his captors were on him again before he could do anything. Castiel trembled as the blade was pressed against his left wing, but he was determined that he was not going to beg again. Castiel closed his eyes and bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood.

"This is punishment Castiel. You have disobeyed, rebelled against Heaven." The captain said slicing through his left wing. Castiel screamed again but he had no energy left to fight back. They released Castiel and left him lying in a pool of his own blood and feathers. Castiel opened his eyes and saw Raphael standing over him. He stared hard at Castiel's ruined back and at the wings that lay on either side of him.

"I told you that I would find you Castiel. This is only the beginning of your punishment. You will regret the moment you decided to stand with the human filth." Raphael said before disappearing into the darkness. Castiel closed his eyes again and passed out. He woke a few hours later in the same position, except that the pain in his back was worse than before. Castiel whimpered as he shifted his arms beneath him and pushed up gently. He forced himself to his knees and wrapped his arms around his chest. Castiel pulled out his cell phone and called Dean's number.

"Cas?" Dean's voice came over the phone. He sounded worried. "Cas are you alright?"

"No. Raphael found me." Castiel said his voice cracking. "I can't move. I'm twenty miles outside the town limits. Hurry Dean."

Half an hour later…

The Impala screeched to a stop and Dean raced to Castiel's side. Castiel was lying on his side, eyes closed. Dean slipped and fell beside Castiel. He held a hand up and realized that he was kneeling in blood and that there was black feathers scattered everywhere. Dean could feel tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he reached forward to check if Castiel still had a pulse. The pulse was weak, but it was there. Dean lifted Castiel up gently and carried him to the passenger side of the Impala. He opened the door and slide Castiel into the passenger seat. He raced the Impala back to the hotel and carried Castiel into the room he was sharing with Sam.

"Sam! Get bandages! Quick!" Dean yelled laying Castiel on his stomach on the bed. Dean gently removed what was left of Castiel's trench coat and blood stained dress shirt. Sam pushed Dean's hands away when they began to shake and gently poured some water onto Castiel's back. Castiel's eyes opened wide and he let out a scream of agony. His back arched and Dean grabbed his arms to keep him still.

"Cas! Cas, it's us! Dean and Sam!" Dean yelled as Castiel continued to fight against them. Dean gasped in pain as Castiel got in a punch to his stomach. Despite being injured, Castiel was still angel strong. Castiel kept flailing until his right hand landed on Dean's shoulder, where he had gripped it to pull Dean from Hell. Castiel stopped and drew a shuddering breath. Dean's eyes rolled back and his whole body began to tremble.

Sam stood there for a second, his eyes wide with shock. Then he snapped out of it and set to work on sewing the wounds closed. He stopped to check on Dean every few minutes, making sure that he was still breathing. Castiel's breathing became less erratic but his face was still creased in pain. Sam walked around the bed to where Dean was and touched Castiel's wrist. Castiel's body jerked, but he refused to let go of Dean's shoulder. Sam sighed and managed to move Dean so he was laying on the bed. He put a blanket gently on top of Castiel and winced when he let out a small whimper of pain at the weight. He picked up the bloody clothes and the first aid kit; putting them in the bathroom for the time being. Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala; he needed more bandages and some new clothes for Castiel.

Twenty minutes later…

Sam opened the hotel room door and smiled at the scene in front of him. Castiel had snuggled up to Dean's left side, his hand still on Dean's shoulder and the other clutching the pillow beneath his head. Dean had his left arm wrapped protectively around Castiel's lower back and had his head resting on top of Castiel's. Sam set down the bag of supplies and pulled out his phone. He took a picture and put it back into his pocket, laughing quietly. Sam put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle and got ready for bed. It was after three in the morning and he was tired. Sam got into the empty bed and went to sleep.

TBC….

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