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A Slaughtered Lamb
Dean got out of the Impala, pulling his jacket a little tighter around him in the freezing air, watching Sam go ahead of him into the bar. The bar itself was so packed Dean had to take the last spot at the edge of the building, right next to an alleyway that led to God knows where.
He started to follow his brother but stopped short. He heard a small noise, crying. Someone was crying.
His brows furrowed and he doubled back, looking down the dark alley. He saw things scattered across the ground, and a shaking figure curled in a ball. He walked toward the person warily. The ground was littered with clothes and pieces of torn fabric. The person shrank further into themselves, away from him. But when Dean was close enough, he recognized who it was.
Pale, trembling, his eyes closed and leaking tears, breath gasping, his hands bound tightly behind his back and a gag in his mouth, was his guardian angel.
"Shit!" Dean spat, shocked, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. He knelt down next to him and took the belt off of his hands. He coaxed the gag out of his mouth and tried to get Castiel to look at him. Castiel whimpered and tried to jerk his face away.
"Hey, hey, easy, Cas, look at me." He urged. Castiel's eyes opened, bloodshot and swimming with tears. Dean's heart clenched. He looked so scared and hurt and confused. The wounded blue eyes lit up when they recognized him.
"D-Dean?" His words shook as much as he was. Dean hugged him, horrified by how cold he was.
"I'm here, Cas, I'm here." He assured. Castiel sobbed hard, saying his name over and over again, like it was all he had left in the world. He lifted the angel's face, gaining his focus.
"Cas, what happened to you?"
He looked at him, helpless. "I don't know," His voice was raw. "I d-don't know, Dean."
"Shh…okay. Okay, it's alright, Cas. You don't have to tell me-"
"N-no. I d-don't know wh-what they d-d-did, Dean." He sobbed. Dean licked his lips, sighing.
"Show me, Cas," He said gently. "Show me what happened so I can help you."
Castiel hesitated, biting his lip, tears falling slightly faster. What if Dean thought he had done something wrong? What if he had done something wrong?
"It's okay, Cas." Castiel shut his eyes and touched Dean's forehead.
Dean's brow furrowed, his eyes closed, as he watched what had happened through Castiel's eyes. Laughter and horrible touches that made him whimper and cry, his dizzying sight that made it hard to really see anything. And he tried hard to fight, but his body wouldn't listen.
Lips forcibly connected with his own, knees in his thighs, hands pressing too hard on his arms.
"P-please. Please!" The gag was shoved back in his mouth. Hands slid down, grasping what Castiel prayed he would let go of. He moaned, frantic, shaking his head hard.
"Stop…please…" But it didn't. It wouldn't stop. Dean watched it all.
And when he came to, he gasped, opening his eyes and blinking away tears.
Castiel's hand fell. He looked at Dean fearfully. He was so sure he had done something wrong…
Dean blinked a few times and swallowed, hugging Castiel tighter than before.
"D-did I do so-something wr-wrong?" Castiel whimpered. Dean winced, horrified.
"No, god no, Cas, you didn't do anything wrong. That wasn't your fault, alright?" Castiel sobbed in relief.
"Wh-what did they d-d-do to m-me?" He gulped. Dean winced deeply, wanting desperately not to answer. There was so much in this world that Castiel didn't understand. He was so naïve and innocent, and now he was hurt because of it.
"They…they raped you, Cas." He whispered. "Okay, I'm gonna get you out of here, alright? I'll get you somewhere warm." Castiel was huddled against him, crying into his neck. He couldn't believe these monsters would leave him here in December. He swallowed again. He looked over Castiel's shoulder, at the shattered cell phone and his fallen trench coat. He stretched out his arm and grabbed it, draping it over Castiel's shoulders. The angel sighed, once again, crying in relief. He had some of his dignity back.
"It's okay, it's okay. C'mon, Cas, c'mon," He said, hoisting him up. Castiel made an attempt to help Dean support him, but he shook his head. "I got you, Cas. I've got you, don't help. It's okay."
Castile went limp, his tired body begging for mercy.
Dean got Castiel into the Impala, which was still warm from it's short time of being turned off. He covered him up with a blanket, tucking it tightly around him. Castiel shivered, his teeth chattering loudly. Dean was pretty sure he had Hypothermia.
"Alright, Cas, I'll be right back. I gotta get Sam, okay? I'll be right back." Castiel looked at him, pleading.
"P-please, Dean. Please, do-don't leave m-me." He begged. Dean put his hand on Castiel's forehead in an attempt to soothe him.
"Shh, hey, it's okay. I'll be back in just a second, alright? I'm not leavin' you, Cas." He promised.
He turned on the car and the heaters, assured the angel one last time and ran into the bar.
Sam was startled when he saw how frantic he was, and even more so when he yanked him off of the barstool and out the door.
"Dean, what the hell is going on?!" He exclaimed, jerking away from him once they had reached the parking lot.
Cas is hurt, Sam. And it's bad, it's real bad."
"What happened?" Sam asked. Dean sighed, licking his lips and running his hand over his face.
"Four guys spiked his drink while he was in there…he didn't really know what was going on. He came out here…Tryin' to call us…they jumped him. And…and they raped him, Sammy." He said quietly. Sam just stood there for a moment, deciphering what Dean had told him.
"He's been out here for the past few hours," Dean continued. "He's in the car now." Sam shook his head.
"There was no way for him to fight back," He said. "Not if he was drugged." He sounded like he was trying to understand.
'Sam, I gotta get back to him. We've gotta get him outta here." Sam nodded.
Dean jogged toward the Impala.
Castiel jumped when the door opened. And he got very scared when someone touched him. He whimpered and tried to get away.
"No! Please, p-please, no. Pl-please!"
"Cas, Cas, it's okay! Relax, shh…" Dean soothed. Castiel gave a dry sob. He recognized the voice.
Dean carefully lifted him up, slid into the seat and gently lowered his head into his lap. Castiel hugged him, burying his face in his stomach.
"Sh…Its okay, it's alright now. Just rest." Dean said, tugging the blanket over his shoulder. Sam pulled out of the parking lot, speeding down the road.
Castiel saw faces. Hungry faces. Laughing faces. He felt so many hands touching him everywhere, yanking his limbs, rolling him over, shoving him down. Lips all over his body. And the pain. No matter what they did it hurt. He shrunk against Dean, sobbing.
"I know, Cas, I know. Shh…" Dean soothed, rubbing the back of his head. Castiel whimpered, stinging tears leaking from his eyes. "Almost there, Castiel, almost there."
It seemed like forever to Castiel. In reality it was only ten minutes.
Sam out the car in park and looked back at Dean through the rearview mirror. He looked down at Castiel, who was still crying and cold.
"It won't go away, D-Dean." He choked.
"It will," Dean assured. "I swear it will. We're gonna get you cleaned up, okay? It's gonna be alright."
Sam got out of the car, sighing. He looked up at the sky, watching white flakes slowly drift their way down.
Great, He thought. Snow.
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