Pain… that all he could feel it radiated through every nerve ending in his body, particularly his abdomen and arms that were raised above his head and bound. Cracking open his eyes he could only see shadows, attempting to remove himself from what he assumed was some kind of hook only made the pain radiate faster down his arms. His ACDC shirt Dean had given him felt damp and sticky and clung to his form as he moved.

Blood.

A creaking metal door alerted him to another's presence as moonlight washed through the room he could now make out its shape... a barn?

What astounded him next was the sheer number of sigils that coated every inch of wall, he'd been here before he was sure of it.

Two forms entered the barn one was female the other was male, as they approached he could better make out their appearance. The woman was in her mid-twenties with long blonde locks she had a stunning face but as she sneered her lips turned up into a revolting line, she wore tight fitted jeans, a white blouse and adorned a long flowing coat that whipped and thrashed behind her. The male of a similar age had a tanned complexion and raven locks, paired with a devilish appearance of narrowed eyes, a crocked nose and equally revolting sneer, he wore baggy jeans, a grey shirt and a narrow lined leather jacket. They looked quite a pair stood next to each other.

Coming to a halt before him the woman looked to her accomplice "Look whose awake Belial" she smiled crookedly.

"I see that Orias, look at how pathetic and puny he is, to think he was once a powerful being" he sneered his dark orbs baring into Castiel face.

Angels he knew of them they had served in his garrison up in heaven.

"Oh how far you've fallen Castiel" Orias quipped taking a step closer to Castiel and raising her hand to his blooded face, flinching upon contact Castiel bucked trying to thrash out towards her. The male, Belial, clamped his hand down around his neck cutting off his air supply, now losing oxygen Castiel kicked out landing a blow to the woman's stomach as he went.

Crack! The blow to his face caused his vision to blacken as his head slammed back forcefully against concrete.

Slowly his vision returned, as did the searing pain that pulled on his stomach looking down he saw the silver angel blade that dragged down his flesh leaving track lines of crimson blood in its path. Orias removed the blade and started a new path down his left arm. Screaming out in agony Castiel felt a sharp jab to his neck and the rush of fluid filling his blood stream, turning to inspect his eyes meet with Belial's which flashed with enjoyment as he removed the needle from Castiel's neck.

"Why are you doing this?" Castiel pleaded breathing heavily, his shoulders slumping form where they hung.

Both angels turned a hard gaze upon him, the woman's face turned furious "You! You! Are the reason we were thrown from heaven Castiel, cast down her to survive amongst this blasphemous monstrosities, you never could obey orders, you were corrupted by these humans and now you've doomed us all" she spat casting blow after blow to his side.

Castiel tried to numb himself from the pain as he was beaten repeatedly for what seemed like hours. Finally after getting no response from him the angels left casting the room into shadows once more.

Sore and defeated Castiel accepted his impending fate, he just hoped Kevin hadn't suffered the same.

Would Dean and Sam discover Kevin lifeless corpse when they returned from their case, imagining the hurt that would fill Dean's eyes Castiel's heart filled with sorrow, would they even try to look for him or would they deem him a lost cause…

Castiel pondered this as his he slipped into unconsciousness.