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Alexis plucked the feather from Dean's fingers with a smile. Dean growled, a deep rumble from the back of his throat, and lunged forward. His fist rammed into her face, knocking her back out his range. She glared at him, one hand to her face, the other reaching for the gun at her side.

Suddenly someone was holding her back, pushing past Alexis and into the concrete prison. It was the same biker-guy Dean had kicked in the gut before. In fact, now that Dean got a good look at him, he was pretty sure it was the same guy Alexis had challenged to the drinking match.

He walked over to Dean and landed a heavy booted kick to the hunter's stomach. Sam visibly winced as his brother was left breathless while the barrel-chested biker locked his free hand back into place. As soon as that was done he was by Alexis's side, making sure she was okay.

"I'm fine, Rick," she growled, pushing him away. He shrugged and backed off.

"You finished the first wing yet?" she asked, glancing at the Winchester to watch their reaction.

Dean swore ferociously, nearly tearing his hands off as he tried to force them out of the handcuffs. Sam surprised even Dean with the words that came out of his mouth and the genuine anger that was behind them. Alexis grinned, turning back to Rick. He nodded.

Rubbing her reddening cheek, she asked, "How's he doing?"

"Oh," Rick said. He spoke to Alexis, but his eyes were fixed on the two helpless hunters, "He's still alive. Kicking and screaming."

"Right. Start on the second then. How long d'you reckon it'll take for them to grow back?"

Rick shrugged, "A few weeks, maybe a month. Not long, I'd guess."

Alexis nodded, and Rick left, leaving the door slightly ajar as he went. Alexis turned to stare at the brothers. Dean's venomous gaze hadn't left her yet.

"You bitch," Dean's voice was low, threatening. Alexis didn't seem fazed at all. She sat down in front of the half-open door, crossing her legs and playing with the broken feather she still held. Sam glanced at his brother, knowing he was too wound up about Castiel to ask what needed to be asked. So he turned his attention to Alexis and spoke.

"Why are we still alive? What do you want us for?"

Alexis turned her baby blue eyes onto him, one eyebrow raised.

"Do you have any idea how many people there are that would just love to get their hands on you two?" she asked "Demons mostly."

"You deal with demons?" Dean spat.

Alexis replied, but kept her focus on Sam rather than turning to Dean, "I deal with whoever pays me the most. And demons pay very well."

Sam bared his teeth, angry, "Not even Bela was as bad as you."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Alexis laughed "But seriously. Bela wasn't prepared to do anything more than steal a few occult items. She wasn't prepared to get dirty. I, on the other hand, am ready to do whatever it takes to get the best for the most."

As the last words left her mouth, a haunting, pain-racked scream blasted through. Neither Winchester had heard Cas scream, but they knew it was him. Dean let loose a string of threats and Sam looked away from Alexis, anger blazing in his eyes. The woman stood up with a chuckle.

"Well boys, I'll deal with you later. I've got an angel to finish with."

And with that, she walked from the room, shutting the door behind her and cutting of the agonized scream. Silence swept over for a split-second, until Dean broke it violently.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to tear her apart."

Sam closed his eyes, knowing that Castiel was still screaming out there. Dean continued to lash out, kicking and pulling on the restraints until he was exhausted. Finally, he rested his head against the wall and stared at the ceiling.

I should have known. I should have seen it. Now Cas is paying for my mistake.

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Alexis walked down the hall, the screams bouncing around her. Damn, that angel sure had a decent set of lungs. She paused outside a thick metal door, entered the room beyond it. It had once served as a storage warehouse, but now it was where Alexis did most of her dirty work.

In the middle of the empty space was a flaming ring of holy oil. Alexis was glad she'd been able to learn that trick. She was pretty sure the angel wasn't going anywhere in his current state, but it paid to be sure. Inside the ring, strapped face down on a metal table, was the angel. Her angel, she reminded herself. He belonged to her now.

She walked over to him, carefully jumping the flames to reach the table. The screams were almost deafening now. She ran a comforting hand through his messed-up black hair absently as she watched Rick and her other men continue working.

The angel's two massive wings, projecting from bare shoulder blades, were stretched out across two tables attached to the sides of the first. Both shimmered, invisible one moment and back the next. The left was bare, just the structure of the wing coated in sticky red blood. By the right, Rick and two other men were working, carefully and slowly working their way up, pulling out the largest glittering feathers first.

Every time someone came into contact with his almost-glowing wings, the angel would whimper, which was quickly drowned out by the scream that followed as a feather was carefully pulled out. Alexis held up a hand to halt the men and they waited patiently as she knelt down and lifted her angel's head slightly. He moaned in pain, his eyes screwed up tightly. Alexis waited for a moment, hoping he would open them. She'd heard about 'Castiel' from other hunters, those who had had the luck to be graced with his presence. But none of the stories she'd heard had included how beautiful his eyes were.

As the moments passed, slowly the angel began to open his eyes. Just a little, but it was enough for her to see a sliver of bright shining blue. She'd been struck by them when he'd turned up at the bar, and she hadn't been able to resist going for a kiss. She'd staked her claim.

"Hey sweetheart," she said softly, ruffling his hair. The angel closed his eyes again, doing his best to ignore her. Alexis planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before standing up and signalling for the men to continue. As she stepped back, the screams resounded again.