Chapter Two
Dean kicked the door in, his shotgun held out in front of him. He knew it probably wouldn't do any good to whatever the hell Castiel's kidnapper actually was. . .but he had no idea what it was, so he didn't have much of a choice. He had to get Cas back, sooner rather than later. He was worried about the Angel. "Cas!" He yelled at the top of his voice.
Shit, he could hear the worry in his voice. The thing that had his Angel would be able to too. . .it could use that to its advantage, right? But then again it must have known how important Cas was to the ones he was with.
The living room was empty. This motel room was even dirtier than the worst ones he and Sam had stayed in. He supposed kidnappers –or rather Angel-nappers- didn't care where they stayed. Shit. He had to find Cas before this bastard hurt him.
"Dean, there's no one next door." Sam muttered as he came into the room, his gun held out too.
So, if Cas wasn't next door he had to be in this room somewhere. Sam and Bobby had managed to use a tracking spell to find the Angel, but only narrowed it down to the motel. They had checked every other room. . .this was the last one left. "I'll check in there, you check the second bedroom." Dean said and started towards what he assumed was the bathroom.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he could see the blood splattered across the walls. Oh shit. What the hell had happened in he-"CAS!" Dean yelled as he spotted the Angel on the bathroom floor. He hurried to Castiel and dropped to the floor, his knees made a squelching noise in the puddle of blood. As he reached his hand out to Cas' face, he heard Sam come into the bathroom and mutter something about the blood. He tapped Cas' face. "C'mon, Cas, wake up please."
"Dean, we got t' get him out of here." Sam said. He couldn't seem to move. He just watched his brother with Castiel. There was so much blood. They couldn't lose someone else. Dean couldn't lose Cas. He knew what that loss would do to his brother.
"Cas, please,"
Sam snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Dean. His brother was leaning over Castiel, tapping at his face as if that would wake him up. Castiel was on his back, his arms stretched out and a puddle of blood surrounding him. "Dean, c'mon, we got t' get out of here. Do you need help carrying him?" He watched his brother wipe at his eyes before shaking his head and somewhat awkwardly picking Cas up. "Oh shit, Dean, look at his back. . ."
Dean shifted Castiel, so he was practically stood laying on him. He looked at his back the best he could from his angle. There were two deep, gaping, still bleeding holes in Cas' back. He tightened his grip on his Angel. "What the fuck has he done to you, Cas?"
Dean hurried up the old path and the rickety old porch, kicking at the door. He tightened his arms around Castiel, feeling him slip slightly. "C'mon Bobby!"
Sam was at the door within seconds, but he didn't tell Dean to calm down or be patient because he knew he'd be the exact same if their positions were reversed. He squeezed past his brother, gripping the handle and pushing the creaking door open.
"You idjits, what's with all the-oh balls, what happened?" Bobby asked as he came down the hall.
"About time!" Dean snapped as he shoved past both Sam and Bobby, hurrying into the room. Carefully but quickly he laid Cas on his front on the couch, making sure his head was turned to the side so he could breathe –though he wasn't sure if Angel's really needed to be breath. "Bobby c'mon, I need help! What the hell do I do!?"
Bobby and Sam were standing in the doorway; even from the other side of the room Bobby could see the holes, the blood covering the Angels back, the blood covering Dean. There was so much blood, how could he still be alive? Wait, when did Angels pass out from what was probably blood loss? "I. . .I don't know."
Dean was pacing around the bed, keeping his eyes on nothing but Castiel. He'd watched Bobby patch Cas' back up the best he could but. . .the holes were too big and way too deep. Whatever had happened to his Angel, if that wasn't killing him. . .his vessel would give out soon enough.
Shit. How the hell had he let this happen? Oh yeah, he remembered. . .he'd gone to get pie! He and Cas had stayed at the motel while Sam had gone to visit his little geek, and after an hour or so of vigorous sex, he decided he wanted pie so after telling Cas, he went for some. . .just like that, he left Castiel alone in a motel room. How could he do that? He'd asked his Angel if he wanted to go with him, but he'd said no and the look in his eyes –the one Dean hadn't caught at the time- was almost as if. . .he knew he was going to be taken.
Dean stopped pacing and really looked at Cas. "Did you know?" He asked, knowing he wouldn't get an answer. "Why wouldn't you come with me, if you knew? Why? Who the hell took you, Cas?"
"Well, well, Cassie, it seems that you don't trust your ape enough to tell him what you did."
Dean spun around at the new voice. "What the-who the hell are you?" He snapped as he looked at the man who had just appeared in the room; he was tall, had blond hair –
"Oh, you didn't tell him about me, that's not fair Cassie." The blond said as he started towards the bed.
Dean blocked the guy's way. "I don't think so. You don't go anywhere near him."
"Oh, and you're going to stop me?" The blond smiled, amused.
"Yeah, I am." Dean said, pulling his gun out of the back of his jeans.
The guy laughed. "That's not going to stop me, boy."
Before Dean knew what was happening, the guy had grabbed his shirt and with a smile threw him. He went flying and crashed straight through the closed door.
"Cassie, I warned you about him." The guy said as he got closer to the bed, looking down at the man laying face down.
"Stay away from him," Dean coughed out as he tried to get up, but damn that had hurt.
"Dean!" Sam yelled coming up the stairs quickly with Bobby right behind him. "Hey!" He started towards the bedroom, pulling his gun out and pointing it at the stranger. "Get away-," He didn't get a chance to finish because with a wave of the strangers hand he was thrown back down the hallway.
Bobby stood and watched, frowning as he watched the blond stand next to Castiel. There was something about the stranger. A feeling he had got from Cas when he'd first shown up with Dean.
He touched Castiel's face, softly. "Why wouldn't you listen to me?"
Dean managed to get to his feet and started towards the bedroom. Was this the bastard that had hurt Cas? As he reached the bedroom door, he froze, watching as Castiel's hand lifted from his side and took hold of the strangers. And he heard him whisper one word:
"Balthazar,"
"It's me, I'm here my friend."
End of chap 2!
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