Warning: Torture, possible rape, and inappropriate stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the tv show Supernatural. That belongs to WB.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I am seriously angry now and just had to do this. Thanks for the favs.
Castiel awoke with a start at the sound of a heavy door being slammed shut across the room he was now confined in. When had he fallen asleep?
Loud, confident footsteps made their way to where he currently was being held. His cell door was opened and those loud steps only became louder when they entered the small depressing holding area.
Soon his droopy head was being yanked up by an unforgiving force. He winced slightly at the strain from the unnatural position the demon held his already aching neck.
The hand in the dark locks only tightened with the seconds, and when the angel's eyes met with his torturers of the day, he almost shuddered with what he saw. From the look on this demons face he was indeed in for a treat this evening.
He just prayed that it would pass quickly.
That twisted face gave an even more gruesome smile when that heavy door opened slowly, followed by multiple other footsteps.
The hand in his hair suddenly whipped backwards dragging the angel forward unexpectedly face first into the ground; it didn't let up until he was being dragged across the cold cement floor. Castiel's hands drew up to the demons arm grasping tightly onto it in order to relieve some of the pain emitting off his scalp. His eyes rolled upwards to the ceiling, watching as hanging lights passed, blinding his swollen eyes.
When they stopped and the hand released his tender head, the other footsteps came closer. The light illuminating his being was blocked out by the group of black eyed monsters now encircling him, with equally devious smiles on their faces as the first.
Castiel laid his head back, shutting his eyes as a silent prayer wisped through his split bruised lips. This only brought more joy to the monstrous beings surrounding the fallen angel.
He heard the sound of familiar squeaky wheels outside the door become louder and louder as the cart full of horrendous tools and liquids were pushed down the hallway to his destination. When the heavy door opened again and those squeaky wheels where at full blast did Castiel's prayer raise in volume. It strengthened him for what he knew was to come.
He finished off his prayer with a long shuddering breathe.
He heard the scraping of a knife being sharpened, as a cold metal was clamped tightly around his neck. The rusted smell emitting off of the metal brought a pang to the side of his head. He gasped out as he was dragged across the floor again from the constricting collar around his neck and there was the clanking of a chain when something was hooked to the collar. Then with the click of a button he heard the rotation of gears as there was a tug on the metal on his sensitive flesh. He was unexpectedly being hoisted upwards by his neck; arms reaching upwards to grasp hold of the chain, but two sets of hands restrained them at his sides.
The gears clanked to a stop as he was standing erect, hovering above the ground only a few inches. He struggled to get his arms free, kicking a demon across the room and placing the palm of his free arm to the others forehead, ultimately eliminating him.
But before he could look towards the head demonic being, a scorching pain spread through his hip down to his leg. He groaned as his eyes whipped down to the center of the pulsating waves of pain. There holding him to the wall was a tainted blade, engraved deep in his pelvis. The demon smiled twisting the blade harshly as the angel groaned out desperately trying to contain himself.
The sound pleased the monster so much that he shuddered from some demented satisfaction at the angels cries. He drew the blade out leaning in close licking his lips as he whispered. "I just love the way you sound when I hurt you. This hotness just overwhelms me." He paused stabbing the weapon back into his abdomen earning another groan of pain from the holy being. The demon shivered letting out a shuttering moan into the disgusted angel's ear.
He continued this process for another minute until he left the blade in Castiel's shoulder, his body held just above the bloody floor below. He pressed his own body flush to the angels and roughly grabbed his thighs, squeezing tightly.
The demon buried his nose in the defenseless man's hair and dragged in a deep breath, exhaling in Castiel's ear. "Oh god. You smell better than you look." His molestation of the angel only brought out an even wilder side.
"I'm going to be the first person—no demon, to ever have had an angel, and I'm not going to be gentle. Oh no, I'm going to enjoy fucking you in two, see if heaven takes you back then!" He almost laughed against the Castiel's neck.
Castiel refused to give in to the demons taunts and simply looked away, a stern concentrative look in his eyes. He hardened his body, and prepared for the worst. His brow furrowed as the devil snaked a hand up behind him and beneath his trench, suit and shirt to place cold calloused hands on his back, raising his shirt up in the process. His eyes closed as the other hand, slid down his waistline and downward to his nether regions.
A loud slam was heard as that same heavy metal door was practically broken off its hinges. In the doorway came a man dressed in all black a smug look on his face.
"What the HELL do you think you are doing with my ANGEL!" The man screamed at the demon still pressed against the chained man with a relieved look on his face.
The demon had no time to respond as he was instantly killed on the spot by the snap of a finger. Castiel released a shallow breath as his unlikely savior came to stand in front of him.
Crowley eyed him up and down, his lips forming a thin line in disapproval.
"I can't believe it, you just cannot count on anyone to do anything right nowadays." He said motioning with a hand for his other henchmen to come inside and collect the beaten angel.
He began walking away as he ordered "Clean'im up and bring him to my office. He has an important appointment tonight." And with that he exited the room.
Castiel slumped in the guard's arms as he was taken to another room.
"I freakin' hate dressin' up. I look like a sissy snob." Dean said looking at himself in the mirror.
"Come on Dean it's only for a few hours at most, and you can't go to something like this dressed the way we do." Sam retorted fixing his bow tie next to his brother.
"What's wrong with how we dress?" Dean asked astounded at his brother's hurtful words.
"Uh, well there's nothing wrong with it, it's just that it's not-appropriate for this kind of event." The younger of the two quickly answered looking to his brothers slightly offended face in the mirror.
With that Dean pursed his lips and nodded his head in understanding before pointing to the door indicating his leave to the car.
The other hunter just scoffed to his reflection in the mirror running his hands through his hair one last time before following out the motel door.
When they pulled up to the castle like house, the building appeared to be empty. The only indication that it was the correct address, were the valet that jumped up to their doors, opening them and waiting for the two to get out. This earned a shared glance from the two brothers in slight confusion.
Sam shrugged and exited the car as gracefully as he could. Dean on the other hand, stepped out eyeing the awaiting man and reared back slightly when the man dressed like a dancing monkey came up to him holding his hands out expectantly.
Dean shot his brother a questioning glance, receiving a stern look, head nod to the side and a hand motion indicating for him to give the keys to the awaiting man. The elder Winchesters eyes shot open at the proposition, shaking his head in disapproval. Sam rolled his eyes and rounded the hood, yanking the keys out of his brother's hands and into the valet's, smiling apologetically. Dean only eyed the valet murderously, while being dragged by his brother up the stairs towards the entrance to the building.
There at the entrance stood a man who obviously thought to highly of himself at podium welcoming guests. When the brothers reached him, he looked at them down his nose and put his hand out expectantly. Sam looked to Dean and his brother only rolled his eyes reaching into his tux to retrieve the invitations, muttering something under his breath.
He handed them to the man, who upon receiving the golden tickets changed entirely, welcoming them with a smile while handing them two black masks.
The brothers accepted the masks hesitantly. Sam put his on immediately, while Dean examined his with an untrustworthy look on his face.
"Hey Nosferatu, why the masks?"
"For the privacy of our guests of course. We like to keep everything very confidential here." The man explained gesturing to Dean to put his on as well.
Sam led the way into the mansion his brother right behind him putting his mask on. The lighting was very dim in the house and it smelled like no one had lived in it for at least 20 years. A man at the end of the hallway directed them to a large room that when entered was full of people dressed to impress and all wearing similar masks.
And surrounding the room were large crates, crates full of the worst things to ever walk the earth. Things that they spent their whole lives fighting, and killing in order to protect the innocent.
The two looked at one another as they entered as casually as they could without pulling a gun out and killing every single damned beast in there.
Dean's jaw clenched as they passed a vampire and Sam's eyes averted away from the chained werewolf. This was wrong, completely messed up in every way possible. As they passed by they noticed how these people were leaning in to gaze wholeheartedly interested by the creatures before them. Creatures of only fiction and fantasy.
The elder Winchester shuddered with anger at the ignorance these people held. Just then, the same man from the entrance of the building came in addressing the crowd.
"Everyone, it is time for the admittance banquet ceremony for the new, very rare creature we are adding to our master collection. So please make your way to the dining hall for the revealing."
With those final words the crowds started up again in a low hum of thoughts as to what it could be. The migration to the hall took no more than five minutes for everyone to be seated appropriately and settle down to their meals.
Sam and Dean didn't touch their food, not trusting anything given or offered to them feigning sickness from excitement.
When the lights in the room went out to reveal spot lights on a stage with a very formally dressed man/demon. The room went silent. He looked around a moment before throwing his hands out in welcome as he spoke loudly "Welcome, friends. It is my great pleasure to see all of your lovely faces here today. It truly touches my heart to know that you all are as intrigued by these fascinating creatures as I am."
"What heart?" Dean whispered over to Sam.
"Shhh!" A women from a nearby table directed towards them.
"Hey calm down lady, this ain't no library!" The elder whispered harshly to the women, receiving an elbow to the gut from his annoyed brother.
He redirected his attention to the blabbing man. He said some other unimportant shit about his philosophy of studying them or something. But all Dean knew was that this was their guy, he could smell the sulfur from here.
"Without further ado. I mystify you with the brilliance of this creature so rare, so captivating in both beauty and radiance, but with an endless supply of power and force, that no sum could ever equal to its value. A heed of warning though, do not look into his eyes. He will entrance you with their beauty." The demon said stepping to the side holding his hands out as the heavy dark red curtains were pulled upwards to reveal, "An Angel of the Lord!"
The crowd gasped loudly and luckily the noise covered Dean and Sam's swear. Their eyes were saucers at what they saw before them. There he was. The one they had been desperately searching for over three months with no luck until then.
The angel was contained in a glass box with gold trim around its edges and if Dean wasn't mistaken, angel ward off sigils throughout its exterior.
Castiel himself looked broken and helpless, dressed in all white. His head was hanging down, a collar around his frail neck like an obedient dog. It killed both the brothers to see their strong warrior this way, contained in a box and at the mercy of demons.
But what really hit rock bottom for them was whenever their fearless ally lifted his head ever so gently, raising those once curiously innocent eyes, to reveal a tamed, damaged look of uncertainty.
The brothers watched sadly as they continued on with the show, using Castiel as if he was some object for sale.
And the worst part of all was how he stood there and took it. All hope lost in his eyes.
At that Dean looked over towards his brother a hard understanding look passed through both of them. It was on.
Plan: Get Cas out of this shit hole and kill every motherfucker here tonight was in motion.
Ok glad to have finally posted this baby, really wanted to. PASUAL!