Hey guys! So sorry this chapter took so long had such a busy month going back to uni! This ones a little shorter than the previous but I hope you enjoy it all the same! Thank you for the reviews I have taken them all into account! :) Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters
Dean groaned as the stabbing pain above his left ear made itself fully known, throbbing to the rhythm of his accelerating heart. He was certain he'd have a lump the size of a tennis ball where that jerk had taken his cheap shot and ended his winning streak. He instinctively tried to raise a hand to prod at the tender area when he found his arms unmoving, restrained painfully behind his back.
He wriggled his wrists as his breathing began matching the pace of his frantic heart, they tingled uncomfortably, pins and needles stabbing at every inch of skin, pricking to the tips of his fingers. He left out a pained grunt, raising his bleary head, trying to ignore how the room began to tilt alarmingly, black tendrils attempting to claw their way across his vision. He blinked furiously, fighting to stay conscious. Eventually the room around him settled to more of a gentle sway, calming the bile determindly climbing its way up his throat.
"I thought this room would be appropriate" Dean jumped as he realised there were people in the room with him, he whipped his head to the source of sound regretting it immediately as his brain seemed to rebound off the walls of his skull. The hunter scrunched his eyes shut, inching them slowly open, desperately trying to focus.
Dean Winchester didn't show weakness or vulnerability, but right now he felt wide open and it terrified him more than he could say.
"Since this is where you decided to kill Tessa in cold blood" Hannah strode forward, placing herself in his line of vision. Dean clamped the familiar facade down with brute force as a smirk played across his pale face "well aint that poetic" he mused, glancing up to meet the angel's piercing stare. His cockiness was rewarded with a sharp hit to the face, his head snapping sharply to the right as an angel he didn't recognise withdrew a beefy fist.
Dean righted his neck, opening and closing his mouth, working through the ache in his jaw "that's kind of a turn on" he chuckled, eyes remaining floor bound, hiding the true fear. "You may have fooled Castiel" Hannah said coldy "but you will not fool us, we will have order", Dean huffed irritably "look lady, or angel, whatever, I did not kill Tessa she ganked herself, pushed herself right onto the blade". Hannah laughed humorlessly "do you really expect me to believe that?" "Not really, but it's the truth" the eldest Winchester replied tiredly.
Back in the now silent main room, Sam worked his hands furiously beneath the bonds, testing them every way he knew how for any kind of weakness. His breathing becoming shallow with the exertion and the stabbing pain of the skin rubbed raw by the ropes.
"Cas?" he tried again, shifting his weight in the chair attempting to jolt his friend into consciousness. "Cas?!" louder this time and hiding none of the panic in the younger hunter's voice, yet the angel stayed silent and unmoving. Sam released an exasperated breath as his hands stilled, his wrists continuing to burn as they dangled helplessly behind him. He allowed his head to fall backwards feeling defeated when it made painful contact with his fellow captor, the backs of their skulls colliding with a thud. The hunter abruptly jerked forward, eyes watering with the unexpected ache now throbbing through the back of his head.
A slight movement behind him had him disregarding the pain and twisting around, ignoring the screaming in his wrists as the ropes pulled taught. "Cas?" Sam tried again, for what felt like the hundredth time. Deep even breathing changed to more shallow lucid breaths as the angel let out a slight groan, shifting uncomfortably in his own restraints. "You ok?" Sam called, slightly louder, wanting more than anything to hear the angel's gravely tones so they could start formulating a way to get out of this mess and Dean, they had to get to Dean. A few moments of silence passed before it was broken by the trench coat clad man clearing his throat and huffing slightly "Ouch". Sam sagged in relief allowing a small smile to brighten his face "I know, who knew you angels had such hard heads" he called over his shoulder.
"What happened?" Cas asked, his weathered face crumpling in confusion as he glanced around trying to recall the events before unconsciousness had claimed him. "Where's Dean?" he suddenly asked, an undercurrent of urgency in his deep voice had Sam's stomach twisting uncomfortably. "They took him" he said quietly "I tried to stop them but-" he broke off bowing his head and once again began struggling in his bonds "we need to get out of these Cas".
The angel joined his struggle, both men determinedly twisting in the restraints "we need to get to him Sam. Now" Cas called to the hunter "they said they were going to make an example of him, which could only mean-" his desperate words were cut short as a blood curdling scream echoed through the building, a sound full of pain and anguish. Both angel and hunter froze as the sound died away, yet still appeared to linger in the silence. "DEAN!" Sam yelled, letting out an animalistic growl toppling the chairs as he furiously rocked them, sending them both careening to the floor.
Bit shorter than the last chapter! Hope you enjoyed it, chapter 3 coming soon :)