"Dean, what's wrong?"

When the Demon didn't reply, Cas reached up and placed his hand on the taller man's shadowed face. The Demon grabbed his wrist and flipped Cas over, knocking the wind out of him and sending the sharp snap of a bone through the studio. Cas lay on his back, to shocked to feel any pain. As he tried to push himself to his feet, the other man pressed his foot into Cas' chest shoving him back down on the floor.

"Hello Castiel." The man said with an accent Cas recognized immediately. The 'Demon' pulled off his mask, revealing a teasing smirk.

"Balthazar."

And then everything was black.

It had been a trap. How could Dean have been so stupid? He'd tracked the assassin to the middle of nowhere somewhere outside town And then the son of a bitch had vanished and that was when he saw the scarecrow with the name 'Castiel' written over the chest sprawled across the road. He'd stopped and hurriedly turned around, realizing his mistake as he sped back to Cas' apartment.

When he finally returned to Cas' window, he found it smashed, bits of glass scattered over the floor. A piece of paper was pinned to the wall with a knife, three words and an address scrawled across it in neat but hastily written handwriting, Come get him.

Cas opened his eyes and tried to move only to find that his arms were suspended above his head so that only his toes touched the ground. He was in the room of what he guessed was a quite large, ornate mansion. He wriggled, trying to pull free of the rope, but only succeeded in bumping into a lamp and the rope grated painfully against his wrists so eventually he gave up. A couple of minutes later, footsteps echoed through the seemingly empty hall.

"Cassy! How good of you to join us!" Balthazar said cheerily.

"Us? Who is 'us' and what do you want with me? There is nothing you could want with me!" Cas yelled, squirming in his chains.

"Nothing I could want with you? Oh Cassy, you underestimate yourself! You're the Demon's boyfriend, you're one of the only ones he cares about, so obviously you were the best to get him here."
"How did you find out about that?"

"Oh, I didn't find out about it, that was thanks to my good friend Crowley. Well, I say friend, he's more of a business partner. I found out the Demon had a… special friend, and when I found out it was you of all people, I couldn't believe it. Is that why you named that piece of yours 'Dean's Theme'? Ah well, that's not so important, is it? The important thing is that I get ready for you boyfriend to arrive so I can kill him." Balthazar said with a cheerful tone that Cas couldn't stand.

"There's no way you'd be able to kill him!" Cas protested, squirming again, "He's a better fighter than you."

"Ah, yes, but Cassie you forget I have friends and your Dean is just one man, one crazy lovesick man." Balthazar grinned and snapped his fingers. Two armed guards appeared in the doorway, "You two, guard the door, don't let anything in or out." The guards nodded in unison and returned outside, following the order. Balthazar turned from Cas and swept out of the room with a final 'ta-ta Cassie'.

Dean parked outside the mansion, looking over the high walls and wondering if he could scale them. He approached the wall nearest the gate and just as he was reaching up to pulling himself up, the gate opened, making him jump. He walked inside the yard warily, pulling a knife from his belt. He looked up at the windows of the mansion, all were curtained but one and he could see the shadowed figure of a man. Cas. He scaled the too-well placed vines on the side of the building so he could she the man clearly. It was Cas and he'd been strung up like a ham in a butcher shop and Dean felt his blood boil. He knew it was an awful mistake to push the window open, but seeing Cas had left him without any sense. When he slipped inside he covered Cas' mouth with his hand.

"Cas, it's me," He whispered, "I need you to be quiet, don't freak out, okay?" He took his hand from Cas' lips.

"Dean." Cas whispered turning and kissing Dean slowly before pulling back in a panic, "Dean, they're going to kill you."