Chapter 6
John had stopped calling it a he a while ago, calling it that would just make it harder to do what he had to do, kill it. At the moment he was driving to Bobby's with it tied up, handcuffed, sitting unconscious (from a knock out drug) in the back of his car, he was so screwed. Why he hadn't just killed it then he would never know, Bobby was going to kill him, even though Bobby had been against killing a kid in the first place, tying one up and bringing it back with him was probably not what Bobby had wanted. Well, there was no turning back now, he was only an hour from Bobby's. He turned on the radio, classic rock station, he tried to ignore the issue on his mind, how would the boys act? Bobby he knew, but his own kids… that was another story, Dean would still do what he was told, no matter what he felt, he was good like that, but Sam, Sam wasn't obedient like his brother, if he didn't like it, he wouldn't do it, so how the hell would he react when he brought in a monster his own age with the intention of killing it?
A small grunt interrupted his thoughts, he looked up into his rear view mirror, the angel was waking up, forcing its eyes open before inevitably shutting them again. John sighed, he had been hoping the drug he had given it when it woke up originally would have kept it under till Bobby's. He wasn't worried about it braking lose, the bindings it was tied in were angel proof, so matter how ridiculously strong it was, it couldn't get out of its constraints. John leaned back and yanked the duct tape off the kids mouth, the kid winced but didn't cry out, which was impressive, he didn't think Sam or even Dean could do that.
"Nice to see you're awake." What was he doing? "What's your name?"
It didn't answer, instead it just glared at John, a stare that was half anger and half terror.
"Not very talkative are you, not that it matters, wouldn't change your circumstances" laughed John, concentrating on the road.
Castiel was freaked, not that he was showing it. He had no idea where he was, he couldn't use any of his powers, his head was completely numb, and silent, worst of all his family was dead, and the man driving this car, the man who he was at the complete mercy of, was the one responsible. He wanted to cry, Uriel, Anna, Gadreel, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lucifer, Michael, all dead. He was alone.
He shifted his weight forward allowing his head to hang over his chest, so he wouldn't have to look at the killer infront of him. A shiver ran through his body as he held back a sob, why, why was this happening to him? He scrunched his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back tears now forming in his eyes. He failed, some slipped out, forming small wet circles on his cargo pants, he looked up to see if the hunter had seen, thankfully he hadn't, quickly he used his bound hands to wipe away any remaining tears in his eyes. When he was sure there were no remaining tears in his eyes he began to make an attempt at getting the handcuffs off, Lucifer had taught him how to get handcuffs, zip ties and rope binding off, but none of the methods worked.
"Don't try, they're made so your kind can't get them off, and they supress all your power"
Castiel froze, and slowly looked at the man in the front of the car. Before sitting back with a huff, desperate to not show how truly terrified he was. The man turned back to the road. Castiel next tried to get the bindings off his ankles, they were rope, and he could surely get them off without his power. Slowly he wriggled his feet and ankles, the rope began to get tighter woven with itself, meaning it loosened off, dragging with an opposite heel he pulled each foot out. Now he had a chance. He positioned his hands so one finger was on the door latch, and crunched his legs up to his chest, resting his feet against the chair infront of him ready to push. His head collided with the chair as the car suddenly stopped.
John took his foot off the brake, the kid was dazed from the unexpected halt, good. He jumped out the car before swinging open the door to the back seats and dragging the kid out onto the roadside. He had noticed what the kid had been doing when it had got its first foot out, but he'd waited, it had been interesting to watch, the kid was obviously smart and knowledgeable about what it was doing, but not better then himself, who had been doing this for the last 10 years, and ex-military, giving him a keen eye.
He had his foot pressing down on the kids' chest, both of them were breathing heavily, the kid from its struggle to breath under his boot, and him from the short burst of energy he had just performed. The kid began to struggle against the boot but John just pressed harder, until the kid could barely breathe and each time it inhaled a small noise exited its mouth.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?!" demanded John, leaning so his shadow smothered the kid, who just lay staring at him with a mix of fear and hatred.
"Screw you". It was quiet, and could have easily been missed in any other situation.
"What?" John leaned closer to the kid.
It lay in glaring, moving slightly to accommodate room for the pair of wings it had released in attempt to regain balance, and consequently footing, when dragged out the car.
"I said screw you, murderer"
John straightened up, this kid had said nothing to build up to this outburst, and John almost laughed at the audacity of it.
"Damn right I killed your little 'family' of monsters, I sliced into them and they screamed, I watched the blood drip out of them and saw the pain as they died. But I don't care, and that doesn't make me a murderer, you have to kill people to be a murderer. You lot aren't people, you are monsters who pretend to be people, as far as I'm concerned you aren't any better than the dirt under my boot. Which is quiet interesting taking your position right now." John paused, this kid was shaking, anger filled its eyes, all fear replaced with a need for vengeance, it irritated him, this was the behaviour he found disgusting. Such weakness, a loss of control, of humanness, then again it wasn't human, he couldn't be surprised, this is what he had to train out of Sam and Dean.
Grunting he lifted the kid up by the collar on its shirt and rammed it into the impala. The fear was trickling back in again, John was pleased to see.
"Here's how it's going to go. You're going to sit in the front with me, we are going to a house, when we are there you talk to no one but me unless I say so, and that right is revoked once I leave or they leave. Once we have whatever information we need out of you, you're dead, understand?" John stared unblinking at the kid, it nodded. "Good, if you cooperate then we'll give you a clean quick death. Now get in."
John pushed the kid into the car before entering himself, this time it would be riding shotgun, to make sure it wouldn't try anything again. John sighed and started the engine, giving a quick glance at his captive, who was staring out the window, before driving down the road. The wings had been folded back when he had pushed it against the car, hidden beneath the shirt it wore. The wings were interesting, he had noted when taking out the others that the wings where far more complex in colour and shape than any angels he had faced in the past, whose wings were always like the stereotypical angel wings, and although colour varied it was dull compared to this flock. Maybe it related to the advanced strength these possessed, he hated to admit it but he had no idea.
They got to Bobby's just after dusk, later then John had wanted, but still in good time. He stepped out the car and walked round to the passenger side, swinging the door open to be greeted by a look of fear.
"Get out"
The kid stepped out, stretching slightly and taking in the new surroundings. John pulled out a blindfold and tied it round the kid's eyes before it could memorize the area, he grabbed its shoulder to move it towards the house but was interrupted.
"Dad!" Dean stood in the doorway, a grin spread on his face before he composed himself.
John was thankful that only Dean was up, forever the good soldier, he would do what he was told. John watched as Deans eyes settled on the angel, first his eyes filled with interest, but that faded to confusion as they settled on the bindings.
"Dad, who..."
"Dean, just get the stuff from the car inside, and stay out the basement, me and Bobby will be down there for a while."
"Yes, sir" came the response, automatically rolling of his tongue.
John pushed the angel forward, walking past Dean into the house, tossing the car keys to him as he passed. He headed straight for the basement, no point in wasting time. He carried the kid down the stairs, it saved time, and dropped him on an old sofa before removing the bindings and blindfold. The kid reacted instantly as its eyesight was returned and scrambled into the corner of the sofa, wrapping itself into a ball and burying its head. John scowled and switched on the lights, which added a bit of light to the room, allowing him to watch the bundle more closely, pathetic.
"Before you try anything, this entire house is monster proof, you can't get out, you're weakened, and your powers are useless." The bundle didn't react.
"BOBBY, GET DOWN HERE!" steps echoed above him as Bobby came to join them.
"Why in hells name do you have a boy down here Winchester?" Bobby's ruff voice filled the room.
John marched over to the bundle and shoved it round so its back was exposed, he lifted up the shirt so Bobby could see the wings beneath. The kid reacted badly and pulled away from John, jumping of the sofa and backing away from the two men, spreading its wings as it went.
"Why the hell is an angel in my basement?!" Bobby paused to stare at the kid, "Winchester you idjit, if you don't explain…"
"I killed the big male but kept this one, which came after you left and triggered the trap. I have a theory that this particular flock knows something, and there's some stuff the big male said that I want to have clarified."
"And what do you plan on doing once he's answered?"
"Once I have everything I want from it I'll kill it"
"John, he's a kid, and terrified! You can't just kill him!"
"It's a monster who will grow up to hate those who have my name and those who carry the brand hunter. I have no choice but to kill it. Besides, all kids grow up, baby monsters become adult monsters if you let them grow up."
"I swear Winchester you heartless… I'll help you question him but I don't want any part of killing a kid" John nodded at Bobby's conditions. Bobby sighed and looked round the basement for somewhere to keep the angel. "Put him over there, attach him to the chains, it'll keep him in the same place, and we can't use holy oil without a risk of suicide"
John grabbed it, it didn't struggle as he pulled it over to the corner and attached it to the chains. He didn't think the fight had gone out of it, just that it was too afraid to do anything at the moment.
Castiel was frozen, he huddled seated into the corner of the room hiding his wrists that the chains surrounded. The main hunter, John, was smiling at this reaction, the other hunter, Bobby, was much quieter and didn't seem very pleased with what John had dragged him into.
John was closer to him, about a meter away.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell us everything we want are you" he questioned, crouching to eye level with Castiel, examining every twitch and movement made. Castiel remained silent, staring back at the man. "I guess not" John sighed and stood, turning to face his friend. "Let's leave it overnight, and see how it feels come morning".
He headed up the stairs with Bobby, muttering about someone called Sam? As they exited from sight the lights of the room switched off plunging Castiel into darkness. It was cold down here, and so dark, Castiel hugged his body with his wings, they acted as a partial blanket for him. He hoped to his absent father that he would get out of this place soon, he didn't care if that exit was through death, he just wanted out. Out of a world without his family, out of a world of fear, out of a world where he was only alive because of some information he contained. Cold tears trickled down his cheeks, and that's how stayed, huddled, crying, cold, sitting in a basement. The tears only stopped when tiredness finally took over and plunged him into deep sleep full of nightmares, of people he had lost.