A/N: Do not own SPN. Nope.

I tried to get this story updated as soon as possible. I hope that you aren't too mad at me for what happens...haha. I hope you enjoy! Hope to have more up soon.

Chapter 2

A quiet groan escaped Dean's lips as the man's fists continued to pound into his stomach. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. There was a long cut running down from his right temple to just under his cheek bone.

He was pretty sure he at least had a couple of cracked ribs, if not broken. When the man was pretty sure Dean wouldn't be able to get away, he untied his hands and feet. He rolled Dean over onto his back and retied his hands so they were tied in front of him instead.

"Okay, you're going to have to help me out a bit. And don't even think about disobeying or trying to make a run for it. It will not end pretty." Dean squinted his eyes shut in pain as the cop forced him into a sitting position. He slowly got to his feet with the help of the damn bastard that kidnapped him.

Once he was on his feet, the man lowered a hook that had been hanging from the ceiling. The man took the ropes binding Dean's wrists together and looped it around the hook, hoisting him up slightly. The only reason Dean was still standing was because of the hook holding him up. His knees were slightly bent and his head was hanging down.

Dean kept repeating to himself over and over again that Jo and Ash would get help. The cops would find him, and he'd be saved. That's all he had. All he had was his faith that he would get through this alive.

SPN

Castiel walked into the office he shared with his partner, Balthazar. "We know who kidnapped Dean Winchester. He is the only one who matches the description who has not shown up for work and has not been seen since last night. His name is Jake Sinclair."

Balthazar looked up from his computer and nodded. "Okay then, Cassie. Let's go save someone."

Castiel's brow furrowed and he pursed his lips. "We aren't sure where he is yet. Gabriel is getting a warrant from a judge to turn on his gps locator. We should be able to locate him in the next hour or so."

Balthazar nodded, "Well, let's just hope the poor lad can hang on that long. That is, if he's even still alive." The air filled with tension as Castiel thought of all the things that could be happening to the missing man. He had no idea how much he would come to regret not pushing the investigation along much faster.

SPN

Jake circled his latest victim with a smug grin on his face. It had been easier than he had thought to trick the man into going outside with him. He had been going to that bar for weeks doing recon. He knew that this man was always the one to stop the fights before they started. He was also the one to fix someone up after a fight.

Jake chuckled darkly to himself. No one was here to patch him up for him. Dean was all his. If someone did manage to track him down, he would make sure he was dead before they got him back.

This man was too much of a pretty boy for his own good. Jake knew his type. He would flirt dangerously with the pretty girls, take them home for a one-night stand, and then never call them again. Their hearts would break after realizing that what they had thought was the beginning of something was just another meaningless one-night stand.

He watched as Dean struggled to take in another breath. He had beat the shit out of this man for what had happened to his sister, Sarah. She had gone out with her friends one night, was picked up by some pretty boy who thought he was that and he had taken her home. A month later, she found out she was pregnant and she never heard from the man again.

She lasted throughout the entire pregnancy before she drowned her own child and then killed herself. Jake had found her like that. That day he vowed to make every pretty boy pay for they did to women. It just wasn't fair.

"Why..Why are you doing this?" Jake chuckled darkly once more as he circled to face Dean.
"I vowed that every pretty boy would pay for what they do to women on every one-night stand. You will pay for what you've done to poor, innocent women."

Dean lifted his head to look at the man. "You don't…don't even know me." A wide grin plastered itself to Jake's face. "Ah contraire, my friend, I do. I know your kind. You seduce women in bars, take them home, have your way with them, and then you're done. You dump them on the side of the road like the trash you're done with. I won't let you do that to another woman ever again."

Dean's head shook slightly before he coughed and blood trickled down his lip. "I don't…you don't understand. I-I don't swing that way, dude. You have it all wrong."

Jake stopped in his circling and tensed. How had he gotten it wrong? He turned back to face Dean. Now that he was really looking at him, he could see it. "Ah, so we have ourselves a faggot, do we? That's even better than an egotistical asshole who seduces women mercilessly. No, you on the other hand…you go against nature."

The look in Dean's eyes hardened and he mustered up all the strength he could to throw him the worst death glare he could. It was like high school all over again.

Jake moved towards him slowly. "Hm, what could I possibly do to you that would make you regret the day you turned gay?"

Dean struggled against rolling his eyes. "I didn't just wake up one day gay, idiot. Did you wake up one day and decide to be a dude?"

Jake stepped forward until he was only inches from Dean's face. "You better watch the way you're talkin' to me, fag. I'mma cop remember that." Dean refused to look away from this man. It blew his mind how incredibly stupid and discriminatory this man was.

Jake's fist connected with Dean's stomach once, twice, three times before he took a step back and smirked. "Even if you somehow make it out of this alive, you'll be so scarred up no one will be able to look at your ugly face. Say goodbye to the looks, pretty boy."

Dean spit out a glob of blood and aimed it so it landed on the douche's shoe. Jake looked down at his shoe and then slowly back up at Dean. "You'll be sorry now, you fuckin' queer!"

His fist connected the side of Dean's face over and over again. Then he moved lower and started hitting his ribs and sides. That's when Jake got an idea. "You think you're so smart, pretty boy? I bet you didn't see this coming."

Jake moved closer to Dean and started to do undo his belt. Dean's eyes widened. This could not be happening. He got Dean's belt undone, pulled the button open, and was about to move to the zipper when the door burst open and FBI agents were in there in seconds.

"FBI! Put your hands in the air, Jake!" Dean's head lifted just enough to see a man with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen and wearing a trench coat rush towards him as he watched the world grow hazy around the edges and he finally allowed himself to be pulled into unconsciousness.

Castiel rushed to the man's side as his partner put Jake Sinclair in handcuffs and had him escorted out of the building. Castiel could barely register the fact that he was yelling for the paramedics.

He wrapped one arm around Dean's waist as he used his other hand reached up and cut the rope connecting Dean's wrists to the hook. As soon as the rope was cut, Dean dropped. All of his weight was resting on Castiel as he carried him out of the building and outside to the waiting paramedics.

Castiel laid him down on the ground as gently as he could so as not to irritate his already serious injuries. As hard as he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off of Dean. Something about the man fascinated him, but he wasn't quite sure what. Hell, the man wasn't even conscious, he was bleeding in numerous spots, was covered in bruises, and looked like hell, but he still fascinated the agent to no end.

He watched as the paramedics loaded Dean into the ambulance. At the last minute, he rushed forward saying he was going to ride with them to the hospital. He turned to tell Balthazar, but he was already pushing Castiel forward towards the ambulance.

He climbed in after the EMT and sat next to the unconscious man he had just rescued.

SPN

Balthazar had called the man's friends and let them know that he had been fine and that he was on his way to the hospital.

Jo and Ash, along with Dean's other friends that worked at the hospital, were standing around the emergency room waiting for the ambulance to show up. A few minutes later, the doors burst open and Jo got a good look at the bloody mess that was her best friend.

He had cuts and bruises covering his face, neck, and arms. She didn't even want to know about all the internal damage that had to be there after a beating like that. She noticed circular bruising around his wrists and instantly knew that his wrists had been tied together roughly. He really went through hell.

He was unconscious still as the paramedics rushed him into the emergency room with an oxygen mask on his face. The doctors and nurses on duty rushed him into surgery, leaving Jo, Ash, and Castiel waiting in the waiting room for news on how bad it was and whether he'd be okay or not.

They waited for three hours; three long, excruciating hours that consisted of pained small talk and several bad cups of coffee.

Just when Jo wasn't sure if she could take it any longer, Dr. Matthews walked through the emergency room doors looking exhausted. He gave Jo a small smile, reassuring her that Dean was okay. He walked over to the three of them and sat down in one of the waiting room chairs.

"Dean pulled through surgery just fine. He's going to be okay after several weeks of recovery. He had four broken ribs, massive internal bleeding, a punctured lung, several cuts and gashes, his knee was twisted at the wrong angle, so it'll need therapy. We patched him up and he's on the mend. They're taking him to recovery now. I'm going to hold off on allowing visitors though until tomorrow. Dean's been through hell and back in the past couple of days and he needs a serious amount of rest."

Jo and Ash nodded, keeping quiet, worrying about their friend. Castiel looked up at the doctor. "When do you think he'll regain consciousness?"

The doctor sighed and thought for a moment before answering. "Honestly, I'm not sure. It could be in a few hours, or it could be a couple of days from now due to all the stress his body endured. Dean's a fighter though, so I'm leaning more towards sooner rather than later. You'll be able to speak with him once he's conscious enough to have a normal conversation. I'll call as soon as I'm certain he's okay to talk to you."

Castiel nodded, "Thank you, Doctor. I really appreciate the cooperation. I wouldn't want to impede Dean's recovery. I'll talk to you soon." He stood, nodding to Jo and Ash, before leaving the hospital.

He spotted Balthazar sitting in his car. Castiel got in the passenger side and they rode in silence back to the office to start filling out paperwork. The entire ride to the office Castiel couldn't get the green-eyed man out of his mind.

Besides the pictures he'd seen of Dean during the investigation, he'd only seen the man's eyes for the briefest of moments before he allowed himself to be pulled into the darkness. Before that happened, their eyes had locked and Castiel had seen how the bright green of his eyes had faded the slightest bit. It had unnerved Castiel to see his soul faded just that tiny bit.

In all the pictures he had seen, Dean's eyes had been bright and happy, but otherwise barred by walls, not allowing anyone to see into his soul.

When Castiel's eyes locked with his in person, that wall was deteriorated and his soul was laid out on display for Castiel to see. He wanted to get to know that soul more for some strange reason. He had never wanted to get to know anyone he rescued or had met on the job, but this man was different for some reason.

Castiel stared out the window thinking about that green-eyed man and what he would say to him when he finally got to have a conversation with him.

Sooo...penny for your thoughts?