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"Take the cuffs off him, Castiel."
The other angel – Castiel, apparently – frowned at her. "Are you sure that's wise?"
"Please. We won't get any kind of answer from him with those things melting his wrists off. And as if he could overpower us," Naomi scoffed.
Castiel looked at her once more, then nodded grimly, reaching down to take the cuffs off of Dean's wrists. The latter hissed with relief as the burning sensation finally left, leaving his wrists red and raw. He let his eyes flash black as he sneered at Naomi. A movement caught his eye and he glanced over to Castiel to see him grip the Nettle more tightly.
"Dean. Can I call you Dean?" Naomi then asked, leaning forward with what she probably thought was a kind smile.
The condescending way she was speaking was seriously pissing him off. So he retaliated.
"You can call me anything, sweetheart," he said with a smirk and a wink.
To his satisfaction, she looked uncomfortable for a moment before she recomposed herself. "You were seen forcing a hand-cuffed angel into an unidentified car along with another demon."
Dean didn't react.
"You understand I have some questions for you. How did you overpower that angel, to begin with?" she then asked.
Dean still didn't react. Naomi leaned forward, her smile still forced unto her face.
"Didn't you hear me, Dean? I said, how did you overpower that angel?"
Dean grinned back nastily.
Naomi's face hardened. "I understand that the other man who was with you was your brother, Samuel. Or do you call him Sam? Either way, we will find him."
The demon forced himself to remain calm and keep the grin on his face. He couldn't betray any kind of emotion or it would immediately prove that she was right.
"Where is the angel now?" she practically snarled when she didn't get the reaction she wanted. "Why did you take him? Are there other people working with you?"
Dean leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and kicking his feet up onto the desk. He let his eyes flash black before raising an eyebrow at Naomi. "You pricks got any beer here?"
Naomi grimaced and glanced at Castiel. Dean saw the latter shift from the corner of his eye.
"Castiel, please take this disgusting creature down the stairs."
"Yeah, Castiel. Take Naomi downstairs," Dean nodded, looking up at him. To his faint surprise, Castiel looked slightly uncomfortable.
The angel put his hand on Dean's shoulder briefly, and before he knew it he was tied onto a devil's trap made of wood, with another painted devil's trap under his feet. He immediately felt weaker, and he glared at the two angels standing before him. They were in a dark room this time, a sharp contrast to all the white he had been seeing earlier. Naomi was looking smug, but Castiel didn't appear to be sharing her joy. He was staring at the ground, not meeting anyone's eyes.
Naomi turned to the other angel. "You know where the stuff is. Go and get it, Castiel."
The latter gave a brief nod before disappearing. Dean frowned, starting to worry a little. He knew what this place looked like.
"You're going to spill all your little secrets, you animal," Naomi hissed, smug smile still on her face. "You don't want to cooperate, fine. We'll have to do it the hard way."
Before Dean could think of a smart reply, Castiel appeared again. He was carrying a suitcase and he looked solemn.
"I'll ask you again. How did you overpower that angel you took?"
Dean glanced from the suitcase to Naomi's face to Castiel's, and gave her a bitter smile. Her eye twitched.
"Castiel," she barked.
The latter glanced at her before opening the suitcase and pulling out a – ah. A silver demon-knife was glinting in his hand.
"Do it," Naomi hissed.
Castiel seemed to grit his teeth before he touched the knife against Dean's stomach. He looked up, staring Dean in the eyes with an unreadable expression. Dean blinked at him, confused, his eyes going black.
"Castiel!"
They both flinched, and Castiel took a deep breath before pushing the knife into Dean's stomach. The latter yelled, throwing his head back as the burning seemed to spread throughout his entire body.
"How did you overpower the angel?" Naomi said more calmly now, and when Dean managed to open his eyes he saw her smile. He growled but couldn't do much more.
"Again."
Castiel closed his eyes briefly before plunging the knife into Dean's side. The demon screamed, smoke escaping from the wounds as the knife burned his flesh. Suddenly, the angel pulled the knife away and threw it onto the ground. He neared Naomi who was looking scandalised.
"You know I don't like doing this," he hissed.
"I don't care," she snapped. "You will follow your orders, Castiel."
Before Castiel could reply, they both froze. Naomi then looked at them both, her expression slightly triumphant.
"The other demon has been sighted. Castiel, you stay here and continue questioning this one. I will be back."
With that, she disappeared. Dean was panting, sweat running down his forehead. Desperation gripped him. It was one thing for him to go through this, but the only thing comforting him had been the knowledge that Sammy would be far away. And now they'd seen him. Dean would die before he'd let any of them lay a hand on Sam.
He flinched when the angel neared him again, sticking out his hand. He carefully lifted Dean's shirt, and the latter stared, anxiously wondering what he was going to do next. The angel put his hand on the first wound and Dean grunted, before he realised that the pain had completely disappeared. The same happened to the other wound.
Castiel removed his hand and took a step back, watching Dean's face warily. Dean stared down at his stomach in bewilderment.
He then looked up at the angel, frowning.
"Why?"
"I'm not fond of Naomi's methods," the angel answered shortly.
The demon sneered. "How sweet. You had no problems stinging me with your fucking stick."
Castiel turned away. "I never said I enjoy doing it. I.. I have orders I need to follow."
"Yeah, whatever. Anything to be a good little soldier, huh?"
The latter scowled. "No more speaking."
Dean grinned, tilting his head slightly. "Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Why?"
"Because you have to follow my orders."
"Why?"
"Because!"
There was a slight pause. "Why?"
"Because you're an incredibly annoying, cocky, vulgar good for nothing -"
"Good for nothing what?" Dean growled, a smirk tugging on his lips.
Castiel seemed to take a deep breath before replying. "Demon," he said, not looking Dean in the eyes.
"Ah, there it is," the demon laughed bitterly. "That's all you see us as, ain't it? Just a bunch of demons. No better than animals, right?"
To Dean's delight, Castiel was looking increasingly uncomfortable. "I.. never said that."
"No, but you're thinking it, aren't you? I can see right through you sons of bitches. Think you're the best thing that happened to the planet and we're nothing better than the shit you scrape off your shoe."
"Enough of this," the angel snapped. "I healed you, didn't I?"
"After you stabbed me. I am so very fucking grateful. Actually, just stab me again. I don't want to be indebted to any of you."
"Please just stop talking!" Castiel yelled. He then looked taken aback at himself, and swallowed. "Stop. I don't want to hurt you again."
"Yeah, truth hurts, doesn't it.." Dean stopped when he realised what he'd heard. He stared at the angel, frowning. "What the fuck -"
He never got to finish his sentence. Suddenly, there were alarms blaring and they both jumped. Castiel glanced at Dean, eyes wide, before the door was kicked open.
Dean let out a laugh when his giant of a brother was standing in the door opening, sleek, silver gun in hand and a glare on his face.
His gaze fell on Castiel before it fell on Dean, and the young demon aimed his gun at the angel, who froze.
"No!" Dean yelled.
Sam spun around, finally spotting his brother. He broke out into a grin, the angel completely forgotten. "Dean!"
"Hiya, Sammy," Dean grinned back.
Sam quickly ran towards him and scraped an opening in the devil's trap on the floor. He then used the same knife to unbind Dean and he quickly caught him when he fell from the wooden trap.
"Hang on, what the fuck are you even doing here?" Dean snapped, his big brother mode turning on.
"You idiot, I said I'd come for you," Sam said, rolling his eyes.
The two of them froze when they saw Castiel still standing there, his eyes wide.
"Oh, right," Sam said, reaching for his gun again.
"Sam, don't," Dean muttered, shoving the gun out of sight.
The younger demon frowned. "What? Why?"
Dean growled. "I owe him one."
Sam squinted his eyes, looking at them both. He then shook his head. "Whatever, man. We don't have time for this. Bobby's waiting outside, we gotta go."
Dean gave him a brief nod and they started running towards the door. As they passed Castiel, who had apparently lost all of his powers momentarily as he let them escape, he paused. He jabbed a finger into the angel's chest, who just looked startled.
"I repaid my debt. We're even," he hissed, his eyes going black.
Castiel squinted his eyes and tilted his head. Dean stared at him in confusion, then shook his head in disgust at himself and took off after Sam.
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