/"Samandriel?" Castiel's voice, smaller sounding, cut through the few echoed sobs in the dark hall he'd just been pushed into. The sobbing continued and Castiel knew it was coming from Samandriel.
He shakily felt for the light-switch and flipped the lights on.
He saw that he was standing in the hall where none of the other children were allowed to go unless they had direct permission.
The hall was plain. White walls, flickeringly old lights, and white-tiled floors.
Castiel walked silently towards the sobbing and turned a corner to see Samandriel crying, sitting with his back against the wall.
Castiel's stomach lurched in alarm at the sight of his friend.
Samandriel was covered almost completely in his own blood. There were cuts and slices all over his body, dangerously close to some of his vitals. He could see Samandriel's knuckle bones and a bit of his right shin bone. There was a bullet wound in his ear lobe, his left shin, and his left hand, and a sort of acidic looking foam dripped from his mouth, mixed with his thick crimson blood.
His sobs came in short gasps, his chest heaving, and the bony figure of Naomi stood looming over him, holding a gun pointed at Samadriel's head.
She turned her head to look at Castiel and he saw a very familiar and frightening look in her brown eyes. She wasn't really Naomi; not right now. She had completely become the obedient little psychopath that she had been taught to be.
A smile twisted onto her face.
"He's a traitor," she whispered. Samandriel found the strength to whimper again.
"SHUT UP!" she shrieked at the boy. He held his breath and closed his eyes so as not to make a sound.
"You don't have enough blood on your hands, Castiel," her voice suddenly lowered again, her smile vanishing. She looked like she was only going through the motions, like her actions meant nothing to her; it seemed as if this fifteen year old girl killing a fourteen year old boy was nothing but boring to her.
Castiel was trembling but he knew better than to speak. The blood wouldn't stop trickling down Samandriel's chin.
Naomi stood up straight and held the gun out to Castiel.
"He tried to snitch to the cops," she continued. "Kill him."
Castiel knew the words were coming but they hit him hard in the chest regardless. He couldn't disobey a direct order from Crowley's favorite trainee, but his conscience wouldn't allow him to stay silent.
"No...I c-can't. I'm only a thief…" he said slowly and warily.
Naomi blinked. She looked down at Samandriel and then back at Castiel.
"Kill him." she insisted, looking slightly desperate. He couldn't protest any longer.
Castiel shakily took the gun and Naomi knelt down by Samandriel and whispered something that Castiel couldn't hear. She looked hesitant before she added something else.
Samandriel smiled widely, looking terribly pained. "...N-No...W-w-worries…" he heaved. Naomi stood and ran down the hall, looking like what she was, a scared teenage girl, tears beginning to show that she was still human.
Castiel couldn't stop shaking and didn't say a word for a few moments, a few tears falling from his eyes.
"...I can't do it." Castiel's voice came out hoarsely.
"...It...hurts…" Samandriel said. His smile was gone.
Castiel's heart beat hard in his chest.
"Do...it."
Castiel's brow furrowed and more tears fell. He shakily rose the gun to his own head, his finger trembling on the trigger.
"Boy...you sure got...bad a-aim." Samandriel tried to laugh before he was thrown into a fit of coughing, blood spattering from his mouth onto Castiel's shoes.
"You're su-supposed t-to...point it...at me…"
Castiel began to cry and he slowly lowered the gun. He couldn't bring himself to shoot himself and he felt like a coward for it.
"Tell...her s-s-something for m-me," Samandriel began again, after taking a series of long and deep breaths. Castiel nodded attentively.
Samandriel smiled again and closed his eyes. "I always thought...she was the...the prettiest."
Castiel tried to smile too. "I will." he assured his friend.
Samandriel opened his eyes and stared right at Castiel, still smiling.
"Do it…"
"Wait...What did Naomi say?" Castiel stalled, not sure if he was really going to be able to kill his best friend.
Samandriel laughed quietly and mouthed, "My...tip to the...cops...went through."
Castiel didn't know how to feel about the news.
"Do it...please…" Samandriel's breath quickened.
Castiel suddenly felt someone's presence and turned around to see no one. He backed away and looked around the corner to see Lucifer standing in front of the door, staring right at him. Castiel's heart nearly stopped beating for fear of the man. He slowly walked back over to Samandriel, knowing that there was truly no other alternative.
"Goodbye, Alfie." Castiel whispered.
Castiel quickly aimed the gun at Samandriel's head and pulled the trigger. The bang startled him and he looked at his friend and to his horror, he saw that he'd shot him in the wrong place. The bullet had gone through Samandriel's chest and into his lung.
Samandriel's smile vanished and he gasped for air, finding none. He convulsed and blood gushed out of his mouth. He looked up at the startled Castiel and opened his mouth.
"...Mi..ssed…" he coughed, falling over onto his side, his face going blue.
Castiel sobbed and ran up to Samandriel, realizing what had happened, and shot the boy in the head point-blank./
Jimmy woke with a start and sat up. Tears were in his eyes and he rubbed his face. He couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Jimmy shook from the vividness from his nightmarish memory and wasn't able to compose himself until half an hour later, when he got dressed and made his way downstairs.
Dean walked by, tying his tie and slipping on his jacket.
"Grab some grub and let's go," he mumbled around a few papers he was holding with his mouth.
"Where?" Jimmy asked, following Dean.
"My brother's house and then hopefully to the Lansing Correctional Facility." Dean answered, dropping the papers into his now free hands.
Jimmy froze.
Dean looked at him confusedly. "You alright?"
Jimmy took a breath. "Yes." And he made his way to the kitchen where eggs and bacon were waiting for him.
Lisa Winchester greeted him with a smile. Jimmy was startled by that and Ben began to bombard him with questions before Lisa told him to go wait for the schoolbus. She was either very good at pretending that having him in her house didn't bother her or it really didn't.
Jimmy ate silently and thoughtfully, the dream replaying over and over again in his head.
It took him a moment to realize he was trembling.
"You sure you're okay, Jimmy?" Dean asked, walking into the kitchen and kissing Lisa good morning. Jimmy just nodded and continued to eat. There was someone in the Lansing Correctional Facility that he wanted so badly not to see.
Dean and Jimmy walked up to the apartment building. Dean pressed the buzzer and voice answered promptly, "Yeah?"
"It's me, I'm coming up." Dean said and the two of them walked in.
The door was open when they made it up the stairs-the elevator was broken-and they walked in to see a very tall man buttoning up a white dress shirt, the news droning quietly on the television.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean greeted, setting his briefcase down and walking into the kitchen to look for food. "Pie!" Jimmy heard Dean exclaimed in a muffled voice.
Sam reproached him for taking his food.
Jimmy recognized the tall man as Sam Winchester, the lawyer from the facility and consequently the brother of D.I. Dean Winchester. Two brothers in the law; Jimmy guessed it to be some sort of 'family business.' He closed the door and stood there, studying the whole apartment.
"So, you got what we need?" Dean called from the kitchen. Jimmy noticed Sam glancing around and then at him every once in a while.
"I don't steal for fun." Jimmy said.
Sam didn't look like he believed him.
"Uh, yeah...yeah I got us in," Sam answered Dean as he tied his tie and slipped on his suit jacket. "On one condition," he continued.
Jimmy tried not to think of the place they were talking about and he began to dread something that Dean might ask him to do later on once they actually arrived there.
"What's that?" Dean questioned, wiping the pie crumbs from his mouth.
"Don't get violent. You can't let your emotions get in the way of interrogating this guy legally." Sam warned. Jimmy wondered how many times this happened…
"No problem." Dean replied.
"Do you have a personal problem with the prisoner?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, one of his grunts killed our mom when we were kids then our dad just a few years ago."
Jimmy thought hard.
"Azazel." he said quietly. Sam and Dean looked at him in confusion.
"Yeah, that's him. You know him?" Sam asked.
"I did...He's dead."
Sam and Dean remained quiet and looked at each other.
"Serves him right, the son of a bitch…" Dean mumbled and pushed past Jimmy out the apartment.
After about forty minutes of driving, less than quietly-Sam and Dean were constantly bickering-and they got out at the front of the facility.
By now, Jimmy was having trouble hiding his fear of the place.
"Okay, Jimmy. What's wrong, and don't say nothing 'cause something is definitely bothering you." Dean turned to him, looking annoyed.
"I...don't want to see him." Jimmy said quietly.
"Yeah, well neither do we," Sam cut in, sounding unsympathetic.
"You don't have a choice." Dean answered after smacking Sam on the shoulder for being unhelpful.
Jimmy sighed quietly and followed the brothers in.
After they went to registration and their information was put through, they were shown to the room where they were to interrogate a certain prisoner. All three of them walked in and Jimmy, who came in last, froze in the doorway, staring with pure terror at the man who sat, chained to a desk.
"Hello, Castiel." the man's calm and soft voice greeted. Jimmy couldn't respond and Sam had to pull him through the doorway to close the door.
The man gazed at Jimmy with cold blue eyes and smiled slowly. The man's name was Lucifer, at least that was the name that Jimmy knew him by. He had sad looking blue eyes and dusty blonde hair.
"Shut up." Dean almost barked under his breath, noticing how much it was distressing Jimmy.
"Go sit in the corner Jimmy." he instructed. Jimmy did as he was told, aware that Lucifer was watching his every move like a snake.
"How can I help, Inspector?" Lucifer asked, turning away from Jimmy.
"Name's Nicholas Ackerman," Sam started. Dean rolled his eyes impatiently. "Former boss of underworld crime...serial killer, kidnapper, rapist…"
"You've read my file," Lucifer said with a mocking smile. "That's so sweet, Sammy."
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering, "Don't call me Sammy."
"Gimme the names of all your former cronies still left alive," Dean said, sounding cocky. "I want a list of all the people you recruited."
Lucifer smiled but remained silent.
"C'mon I can make this a lot harder for you-"
"The only way you can make this harder is if you kill me. Then where would your information be?" Lucifer interrupted in a bored tone.
Jimmy stared at the floor, Lucifer's cool voice making him shake. He noticed that Lucifer was being especially forward with the Winchesters and guessed that the villain had studied the family before ordering for their mother to be killed.
"...Castiel, you can remember, can't you?" Lucifer asked without looking over his shoulder.
"Leave him outta this," Dean commanded.
"You were always...interesting. An Angel in the midst of Demons-"
"Stop." Jimmy said quietly but firmly. He stood and walked over to Dean. "He'll talk to me."
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Fine. You've got twenty minutes." Dean said and pulled Sam out of the room with him.
Jimmy sat down in Dean's previous seat and stared hard at Lucifer.
"Tell me the...the names of all the kids you kidnapped." Jimmy cursed inwardly at the shake in his voice.
"You're still just a kid, Castiel. A little Angel with blood on his wings..." Lucifer mused. "Alright. I'll give you information if you answer every question I ask you."
Jimmy sighed and nodded.
"Names of the kids and adults."
He gave all the names.
"What's your favorite color?" Lucifer asked. Jimmy furrowed his brow; he was being treated like a child.
"...blue." he answered slowly. "Who of the names are still alive?"
"Ariss, I guess, Crowley, obviously...Naomi…" he listed off only a few more names but Jimmy stopped listening once he heard Naomi mentioned.
'She's still surviving...' he thought.
"Soooo, who's in charge nowadays?" Lucifer asked.
"Crowley and Ariss." Jimmy responded quickly.
"All the possible warehouses and storage buildings."
The information was quickly and willingly given.
"You know," Lucifer began, leaning back in his seat and look at the ceiling uninterestedly. "You didn't kill Samandriel quick enough."
Jimmy just stared.
"After you ran out of the room, he suffocated to death, breathing just enough to keep him alive there for a few more hours."
"I...shot him in the...head…" Jimmy said slowly, a look of terror in his blue eyes as the nightmare replayed in his mind.
"Not in the right place," Lucifer smiled and looked at him. "You made him suffer. If only you'd had more training with a gun...if only...how did it make you feel? You killed your best friend. You're a murderer." an unsettling look glazed over his eyes as he spoke and as Jimmy shook, tears began to fall from his eyes. He stood abruptly and breathed quickly.
"I don't believe you." Jimmy practically whispered. "He died when I shot him…"
"You can keep telling yourself that but it won't make it true," Lucifer said in a very calm voice. "I watched the life ebb out of him. I bet his decaying body is still there-"
Jimmy slammed his hands down on the table and Lucifer didn't flinch.
Tears were falling freely now and he gave the prisoner a dark glare before quickly getting out of the room.
"Cas what are you-hey!" Dean exclaimed as Jimmy shoved him aside and walked angrily down the hall.
"I have the information. I'll be in your car." he called over his shoulder in a husky tone.
Dean turned to Sam and said, "Take care of this, will ya? I gotta go after ol' tight ass." and he ran down the hall after the very distraught thief.