It was a while now before anyone came to check on him. Castiel started to think they forgot him, left him to rot in this hell hole of a room, with its dank musty smell, and dim lighting.
"Um... Hello?" A voice sounded from the door unsure, Castiel couldn't make the person out, as he couldn't move his head to see the door, but judging from the deep tone Castiel assumed it was a male.
"What do you want?" Castiel commanded "You back to run some more tests? Or better yet you going to follow through with that threat to clip my wings so I cant escape?"
The man sounded unsure, hovering by the door deciding whether to come in or not. After a while of indecision the male finally decided. Taking the plunge he walked in the room silently closing the door behind with a soft click.
"Are you thirsty?" The voice inquired "I was sent here to give you some water."
"No I'm not," Castiel barked annoyed "But I'll tell you, you know what I'd really like? I would like someone to release me from this fucking straps!" Swore Castiel straining at the straps till they got too tight. The man frantically insisted he had to stop.
The male appeared nervous. Moving from side to side, the water slushing, in what Castiel assumed was a jug.
"All right then." The voice decided, moving closer to the bed inspecting the straps.
"What are you dong?" Castiel questioned wondering if this was an elaborate ruse to win his trust.
"I'm going to loosen these straps but you better not attack me." said the voice half frightened, half jokingly.
The male started loosening the straps, taking them completely off of Castiels' raw wrists and ankles. He then moving onto the four that held down Castiels' body to the bed constricting his wings. Castiel sat up rubbing his wrists and ankles to get the blood flowing once again.
Once Castiel had got some semblance of feeling back into his limbs, he stretch out his aching wings, The male gasped. Castiel looked up for the first time, and caught some brilliant green eyes in his gaze. Openly staring at each other Castiel realised he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Castiels' mouth was agape in awe, he quickly closed it, not one to look the fool. But the other man was still looking at his wings, not at horror and disgust as Castiel would have thought, Not even frightened, but in awe and wonderment. Castiel got a bit self conscience and moved his wings in embarrassment and pride. The movement of his wingss brought the man out of his state of open revere.
"Your wings are ... amazing." Complemented the stranger for lack of an adequate enough word.
"Thanks" said Castiel rubbing the back of his neck, not sure what else to say to that. He wasn't used to getting complemented on his wings, even in his own time his wings were considered disgraceful and something to be ashamed of compared to the other angels.
"I'm Dean." the stranger said with a small smile, putting out his hand as a sign of respect and friendship.
"Castiel" said Castiel taking his hand, and smiling shyly back.
"Dean. Before we go any further tell me, why are you here? and helping me?" asked Castiel confused as why this stranger was being so nice to him, an unusual occurrence in Castiel's life.
"We tried drawing straws" said Dean being blatant "but no one had the balls to go in your room. So I said fuck it you wimps, the guy must be dying in there by now. So I manned up, raised my hand and got the job"
"No, I mean" said Castiel baffled with this man "Why are you being nice? Why did you take off the restraints? and why are you being so... friendly? When people are acting nice I generally find they have exterior motivations."
"I just don't like to see anyone hurting, ithat's all. Its not right."
"Don't I freak you out? Or frighten you" said Castiel searching Deans face questioningly, everything relied on Deans' reaction to the questions.
"Should you?" Said Dean with a no nonsense tone.
"Everyone else is freaked out, its strange you aren't the least bit aversive." puzzled Castiel.
Dean laughed "Trust me, I've seen a lot more freakier things than you, Cas. You don't even make the top ten, in fact you're more fascinating than freaky."
Castiel decided there and then he liked Dean, he was new, different. Stunningly beautiful, with deep green eyes that sparkled when he laughed, and a faint smattering of freckles on his face. Although it was more than physical beauty that made Castiel so enthralled with Dean, It was him, he seemed like a generally caring person. Something Castiel hadn't really experienced in his life before now. He admitted it to him self that was one of the reasons he was extremely attracted to the guy, the pure unadulterated goodness raadating from his soul.
"Well Dean, how about helping a guy out and opening the door?" tested Castiel, figuring out how far this guys caring nature stretched.
"DEAN WINCHESTER!" A voice suddenly called, startling both the men, and making them realise how close Dean was standing near Castiel, who was still sitting on the bed.
"Sorry man, I have to go, enjoy the water." said Dean, placing the water down on the table by the bed and rushing out the room.
Castiel slowly got up unsteady, following a few minutes after and trying the door.
"Just my luck. Of course, he dead bolted it behind him," Castiel thought.
Distracted from his thoughts Castiel realised he could hear voices coming from behind the door. He placed his ear against the cold metal listening in.
"Dean Winchester! What were you doing in there?" A female voice scolded.
"Just taking the new subject some water, that's all ma'am."
"How many times do I have to tell you! Don't ever to go in the subjects room! or do I have to remind you of the last time you interfered with one of our subjects."
"I was just helping, he was half dead in there."
"Dean Winchester, the only reason you are here is on the good word of your uncle Bobby, and the moment you betray it, I will not hesitate to throw you both out of here, your brother as well"
"No disrespect ma'am, but you dont have the authority to do that."
"No?" Said the female, in what could only be described as a condescending manner "But do I need to remind you who my husband is? and how many strikes you have against your name?"
Dean paled, how could he be so stupid, Idiot! The one person who caught him would be married to a member of the board.
"Wont happen again." said Dean clenching his teeth, to stop himself from saying what he really thought. How could they treat someone like that and get away with it? If Sam and Bobby weren't so adamant about working here, he would have quit his internship and left a long time ago and left.
"Very good" said the female pleased. Walking away her high heels clicking on the plastic lineol.
"What a Bitch!" Exclaimed Dean angrily once the woman had cleared off, slamming his fist on the wall.
Suddenly over come with a bout of fatigue Castiel stepped away from the door and dragged him self to the bed, falling immediately asleep. The first time in days.
##~##
"Dean, what have you done now?" Asked Sam, Taking his brothers bruised fist in his hand and turning it over, checking for broken bones. Fortunately it was just minor bruising, and a few skinned fingers
"Its fine." said Dean taking his hand away from Sams' scrutiny.
"It doesn't look fine." said Sam in a reasonable tone "c'mere, let me apply some salve to it," Walking over to the bench in the corner he took some salve and a bandage, gently but firmly grabbing Deans' hand he wrapped his hand up. After a while of understanding silence from Sam, and gentle care, Dean gave in.
"You know what they've got in room 22552b now" said Dean fuming.
"No, what?" sighed Sam used to Deans' revolutionary thinking by now.
"They've got a fucking angel."
"Really?" said Sam excited. He read about them, but the book said they had all died off a long time ago.
"Yes" said Dean "An angel. How dare they? He hasn't even done anything wrong and they've imprisoned like a common criminal, but that isn't even the worst part."
Sam sighed "Go on,"
"They had him strapped down for days, drugged up to its eyeballs, without water or anything. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it my self but he was half dead, barely able to stand, and extremely emaciated."
"Dean, we've talked about this, its a necessary evil for science to progress."
"Science! Screw science! Science can go royally fuck it self!"
"Dean lower your tone someone will hear you,"
" I don't care Sam! I've sat ideally by for too long now. Too long, have I kept my mouth shut whilst they've performed these "experiments" Enough! Is enough! Its time to take a stand."
Sam sighed, one of these days Dean was going to get in real trouble, and Uncle Bobby wouldn't be able to get him out of it. With a questioning look from Dean Sam like always conceded with what his brother wanted, never one to sell his own family out.
