Castiel was bound and gagged, chained to the wall in one of Bobby's many sheds. Where they, whoever they are, had gotten angelic iron chains he did not know. Footsteps sounded out side of the shed, getting closer every second; Castiel stopped trying to get out of the chains and watched the door with vengeful eyes. The door opened and whatever was controlling Bobby walked though the opening, Castiel glared up at the intruder.

"And how are you feeling today?" Castiel didn't attempt to answer. "Well it seems that you are doing better than young Dean. Aren't you going to answer, oh yes I forgot about the gag." Whatever was in Bobby's body laughed and removed the gag. "There is that better?"

"Go to hell."

"Now now, that is no way for an angle to talk."

"I can talk however I want."

The being smiled slightly.

"You would do well to treat me with respect."

"I told you, go to hell."

The smile vanished off of Bobby's face, a curled first shot out and collided with Castiel's face. He fell back and his head collide with the wall, Castiel gasped in pain.

"And I told you to treat me with respect!"

Castiel could feel the blood trickling down his face, the punch had broken the skin above is left eye and the blood was messing with is vision. The being in Bobby's body smiled and pulled out a long silver knife and Castiel tensed.

"Ah you recognize this."

"Angelic silver."

"Hm such a smart angle. Now I am going to bleed you, demon's blood isn't the only powerful blood around here you know." The being brought the knife to Castiel's neck. "Now please do not struggle, a clean cut always produces more blood." Castiel felt the tip of the knife penetrate his skin and instinctively pulled back. "None of that now if you please." The being took a fistful of Castiel's hair and pulled his head back. "Don't worry, this will be over before you know it." Castiel glared at the man, unable to do anything else. "Now do you have any last words?"

"Go. To. Hell."

Castiel said making each word a sentence unto itself.

"Interesting chose."

The being in Bobby's body said smiling and pulled this knife back, Castiel closed his eyes and prepared for death.

"Costello Gram! What exactly do you think you are doing!"

A voice rang out in the shed, the hand grasping Castiel's hair let go and Castiel opened his eyes. There was no one else in the shed and yet the being in Bobby's body had stepped back and a look of pure fear come over him.

"Mistress, I only aim to help you."

"I told you! Not like this! Now give that man back his body and come home! NOW!"

A small sigh and Bobby's body convulsed slightly, a tall man, easily six foot five, seemed to step from Bobby's body. He had brown hair, just long enough to pull back in to a short pony tail, piercing emerald green eyes, and slightly tanned skin draped over lean muscles.

"Of course Mistress."

He said in a voice like velvet, and disappeared with a flash of light. Castiel tried to get over to Bobby's motionless form but the chains around his wrists prevented him from getting close. He pulled against the chains and felt them bite in to his skin but did not stop, Castiel tired again and again to pull the chains from the wall and each time he was unable to. He yelled curses in every tonged he knew, and rested his head against the cold wall of the shed, breathing deeply his eyes shut. A slight laugh made his eyes open once more, Castiel found himself staring in to two crystalline blue eyes that were floating in the shadows.

Dean was laying down on the cot when he heard a knock on the iron door of the panic room.

"Dean? Dean you there?"

"No Sammy I got out through the air vents. Of course I'm still here!"

"Shh! Not so loud! Listen, something is possessing Bobby and it's not a demon."

Dean was off the cot and at the door in an instant.

"What?"

"It's wants you locked up until it steals Cas's power, whatever that means."

Dean became completely serious.

"Where is Cas?"

"I don't know, after we put you in here whatever is inside Bobby knocked me out, and when I came to it told me that unless I play along you're as good as dead. I asked about Cas and it just told me to mind my own business."
"Sammy you gotta let me out of here!"

"I can't Dean!"

"I don't care what that bastard threatened, let me out!"

"Dean, I literally can't let you out! I can't touch the handle!"

"What? Why not!"

"How the hell should I know!"

"Well go out and look for Cas!"

"It's the same thing with the door handles upstairs Dean. I can't get out of the house at all."

A note of sadness crept into Sam's voice.

Sam fell silent after that, Dean however did not. He paced, talked to himself, even to his unresponsive brother, and it wasn't until an hour had past that Dean figured out what it was that the being wanted off of Castiel.

"Sam!"

"What?"

"I know what they want from Cas."

"What?"

"His blood!"

"What!"

"Think about it Sammy, if demon blood gave you the power to force demon back to hell imagine what angles blood would do for a person!"

"Hehe you got it right."

Dean turned around to see a young girl, about eighteen years old, sitting on the cot.

"Dean? Who was that? Who's there?"

The girl jumped off the cot and walked over to Dean. Her long black hair falling like waves behind her and her piercing crystal blue eyes stared at Dean.

"It's a good thing that you figured out what Gram was doing in time. I can't do anything unless I know where he is."

"Well if you know where this Gram person is, why don't you go stop him!"

"Oh I am, and your friend is safe, just so you know. A little worse for wear, but over all just fine."

"Can you let me out of here?"

The girl walked up to the door and placed her palm on the door.

"Nope...looks like this door can only be opened by an angle, and the house doors can only be opened on the outside. Hmm. Would you like me to go get your angle friend?"

"Um...yes?"

The blue eyes stared at Castiel for a second, and then a flash of white teeth and a laugh."

"You know for an angle you're kinda pathetic."
A girl stepped out from the shadows.

"That voice...you are..."

"The one who got your friend his body back. Oh and don't worry he should be fine...I think. Anyway the two idiot brothers need your help." The girl knelt down next to Castiel and began to work on getting the chains of his wrists. "I am sorry about Gram though, he was just trying to help me."

The chains fell to the ground and Castiel stood as the girl sank to the ground.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'll be fine. Go help Tweedledee and Tweedledum. They are in the basement."

Castiel walked through the house and in to the basement where Sam was sitting beside the panic room door.

"Cas! Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine. Where is Dean."

"I'm still in here! Dammit Cas what the hell were you thinking helping them throw me in here!"

"Should we really let him out?"

Castiel asked Sam.

"LET ME OUT YOU DAMM BASTARDS!"

Sam gave a slight laugh.

"Probably should."