Hi- thanks for sticking with this.

Here's chapter 4- this is even more violence. A little bit of gore as well, so I have warned you. And plus I've given you a longer chapter to enjoy! :D

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''You can get your frigging hands offa' my Angel right now!'

Raphael slowly lowered his knife, eyes still locked on Castiel's. 'Dean Winchester.' He smiled. He turned slowly, another evil look on his face. With a flick of the wrist Dean was right next to Raphael; directly opposite Castiel.

'I suppose it is only right that you get to see this as well. Being a human I forgot you had never witnessed a De-Gracing before.' Raphael tilted his head. 'Now's your chance'

Dean tried to move his feet, arms; anything that would move. He was stuck to the spot. He turned his attention to his angel. Castiel's face was already coming out in bruises; below his eyes, on his cheek. Blood was running from his nose and staining his shirt from a split lip.

'What has he done to you?' whispered Dean, putting his hand out to touch Castiel's face, yet finding himself several centimetres short. Castiel look away, ashamed that he couldn't defend himself, let alone Dean.

Raphael knocked Dean's hand away, walking to stand between the Angel and the Human. 'You are now about to witness something which no human has ever witnessed before; the De-Gracing of an Angel.'

'What are you gonna do?' demanded Dean through clenched teeth.

'An Angels Grace is held within his wings. Throughout the whole structure the Grace is kept. The only way to cut out the Grace is to cut off the Angel's wings. And you are going to watch.'

Dean's eyes widened in shock and total horror. 'You sadistic bastard!' he growled. 'There's no way I'm gonna let you do that to Cas!'

Raphael crossed his arms and laughed. 'What are you going to do Dean? Attack me? I'm afraid you cannot do that.' For affect, as though he thought Dean had forgotten, he pointed to the floor at Dean's feet, reminding him that he was stuck in place.

'Raphael' he breathy, pained gasp signalled Castiel's entrance to the conversation. 'You cannot make him watch this! It's barbaric!'

Raphael grabbed a fistful of Castiel's shirt, mouth twisted into a smug, self satisfied sneer.

Castiel stared at his brother with an open mouth. 'You are insane' he whispered.

'Maybe' agreed Raphael. 'Though it makes perfect sense to destroy a weak link in the celestial chain. You.'

He turned to look at Dean, who was practically shaking with anger. 'Shall we begin?'

'You go anywhere near him, I'll kill you!''

'Somehow I doubt that' smirked Raphael. He turned to Castiel, knife raised.

'No!' shouted Dean. 'Sam! SAM!' Dean craned his neck, shouting at the top of his lungs for his brother.

'No ones coming for you' said Raphael calmly. He took another step forwards.

Castiel watched as his brother came closer, filling his vision, blocking out Dean from his sights. 'Brother!' he tried to squirm away as the knife came closer, and Raphael pushed him around, so his face was squashed into the dirty wall.

'Raphael, you son of a bitch!' he heard Dean shout.

Castiel held his breath as he felt the knife come closer, the only feeling his had was one of complete terror.

He arched his back as the knife bit into his shoulder, right at the joint where his wing met Jimmy Novak's physical body. He felt warm blood flow down his back, soaking into his suit. With wide eyes, breath coming out with sharp gasps because of the shock, he shuddered slightly as his brother began to carve into him, his flesh being cut into. He couldn't contain his emotion any longer; he screamed, as loud as he could, if anything he thought the sound would make Raphael come to his senses. It did not such thing.

Blood spattered the walls in thick strands as Raphael kept cutting into his body, pulling backwards slightly, trying to manoeuvre the wing from his body.

Dean watched as Castiel was being literally pulled apart in front of him, wing from wing. He shouted at Raphael, called him every name he could think of, cursing his heaven, his God. Nothing worked. He screamed from his brother, for anyone. 'SAM. SAMMY!'

He cried out as a loud snap echoed around the room and Raphael brought his arm around sharply.

'One!' shouted Raphael. Blood dripped from something that Dean couldn't see; Cas' wing. He watched his angel sag against the wall, head tilted at an angle, mouth open in a silent scream.

'SAM!' he shouted again. 'You son of a bitch, where are you? SAM!'

There was a small bang behind him. He turned around, scanning the shadows. Finding nothing in those few seconds, he made to turn back, as Castiel started screaming again; Raphael had evidently started cutting into him again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two pinpricks illuminated in the light from the light above the ceiling. Almost like eyes, shining in the dark. He watched as a crouched figure came into view. Sam.

He watched as his brother put his finger to his lips, shushing him. Dean nodded and turned back to his angel, continuing to shout at Raphael as his brother put his plan into motion behind him.

Sammy to the rescue! Next chapter will be Sam's point of view and will include his bit of action as well!

Sorry about another cliff-hanger- will have you in suspense for a few more days ;)-

Well, maybe updated by the end of this week. If not it'll be in about 3 weeks. (Warning you in advance!)

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