Author's note: Getting to the end of this story very shortly; only a few chapters left. Thanks every for the reviews and the favs. I've also just noticed that fanfiction takes off the stars I've been using to separate some scenes. So, sorry if the first chapters were a little hard to follow because of that.
TZ/kaze-chan
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Chapter 6 – Living nightmare
Dean's muscles convulsed as another jolt of electricity coursed through his body. " …..Je…sus Chri..st…st. " He managed through gritted teeth. " … can't you retards get.. .. a hint. "
The Angel took the seat facing him, the same arrogant smile still plastered on place. Dean wanted nothing more than to lurch over and rip it off his face. "Where is the book Dean?"
"Do I look like I read?" Dean forced his head up to look it in the eye, his breath coming in short rapid gasps. Of all the torture he had endured in his lifetime, his time in hell included, he hated electrocution the most. Unlike other injuries, the electrical currents always seem to go straight to the heart, causing more pain than anything else imaginable.
The Angel eyed him for a moment, before getting back to his feet and waving over his cronies. "That's enough for now. Take him back and lock him up next to the other one." Tilting Dean's chin forward to once again force eye contact, he cleared his voice. "You will tell us where it is Dean, it's just a matter of time."
Dean had planned to rush the guards the second they untied him, but the moment he made a move, a sharp searing pain made his heart flutter. Every nerve in his body lit up with electricity. He crumpled to a heap on the ground in seconds, protectively curling himself inwards and worked to calm himself and force his heart back to a normal beating rhythm.
While he concentrated on the task, he barely registered the change in scenery. The room blurred around him as he clutched his heart. It wasn't until minutes later that he could feel someone slightly shaking him.
Forcing his eyes to focus, the image of his younger brother's face swam into view. "Dean? Are you alright?" Propping himself up onto his elbow, it took a bit before he had enough breath to answer.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." He did his best to offer him a reassuring smile but the look on Sam's face told him the younger Winchester wasn't buying it.
"Dude, what the hell do they want?" Sam sank to the ground, finally allowing himself to relax. He was only slightly surprised when the demons dragged a semi-conscious Dean back and locked him in the adjacent cell. It would have been suicidal to open Sam's cell and he figured they had guessed as much.
Now that Dean was awake, Sam could finally concentrate on other things. His quickly took in his older brother's appearance, looking for injuries. Along Dean's arms, Sam could see the deep red burns, left by what he could only assume was a taser. The marks stood out in sharp contrast against Dean's pale skin. Add to that the small trickle of blood that ran down the side of the older man's head.
Dean pulled himself into a sitting position, leaning heavily against the cold metal bars just beside Sam. "Now what?"
"Are you asking me?" Dean blinked back in confusion. "This was your idea. Bobby doesn't even know where we are. " Damn. Their chances of being rescued just disappeared.
"We're screwed Sammy."
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Bobby tried again to reach either Sam or Dean, but the call went straight to voicemail. It wasn't like them to call frantic about something, and then not show up or call with updates. Something had happened but Bobby had now idea what or where. He barely even knew what was happening in the first place, much less be able to draw a sensible conclusion as to where they were now. Those Winchesters could get into any kind of trouble any where. It had to be a curse; no person could be that unlucky.
Pacing again across the rug, Bobby contemplated his options. He could search for them but had no clue as to where to start. Sam had been vague about their current location last time he had called.
No, he needed help from someone higher up. "Castiel?" He barely spoke the name, partially out of doubt the celestial being would show up at his call. He had watched Dean call upon Castiel many times, but that was different. Castiel's mission, or so it seemed, was to keep Dean safe until the army of heaven needed him.
Gaining some courage, Bobby decided this was just as important. If they wanted Dean, then they needed to find him first; they were sure to help. "Castiel, Dean's missing and probably in need of some heavenly tow truck." His voiced echoed around the house. Sceptically he glanced around the empty room, mentally wondering how long he needed to wait.
"He's in Vermont." Bobby jumped in surprised at the voice just behind him; only inches away stood the angel he had called.
"jesus, couldn't you have given me some warning or something. Damn near gave me a heart attack." Though Bobby had spent years hunting the supernatural and most considered him the expert of all things, he himself had never seen an angel before the day Castiel showed up with Dean.
Castiel simply stared in return. "You are the one who called me, should you not have been awaiting my arrival? And I don't know what the Son of the Lord has to do with it." Castiel watched as Bobby took a few steps backwards, adding a bit of distance between the two. "My apologies, Dean has told me you humans enjoy your personal space. At any rate, he's in Vermont but I haven't been able to find exactly where. Something's blocking him from me."
Bobby passed a hand over his face. If Castiel couldn't find him then this was worse than he thought. Bobby quickly described the morning's conversation with Sam, hoping the angel would be able to find something he had missed.
"Did he say when exactly the nightmares started and what they were about?" Bobby could have kicked himself for not asking more questions about the topic earlier.
"Nah, all he said was that it was about a week and a half." Bobby lowered himself into his desk chair. "Why, you got some…." With a flutter of the wind, Castiel was gone. Once the slight breeze died down, the house was once more filled with the heavy silence. "Thanks for nothing."
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Dean did his best to stay awake but the physical strain of the day's abuse was weighing him down more than he was willing to admit. Add that to the week of little to no sleep. Still leaning against the cold bars, he could feel the cold dampness seeping into his body.
Sam paced the length of his cell for the twelfth time, every once and a while sparing a glance at his brother's unmoving form. Angels, friggin angels. Since Dean had sat up, the older Winchester had made no effort to move in anyway. He was mid-way through his thirteenth stride when the heavy metal door creaked open.
They passed by Sam's cell and unlocked Dean's. "What's wrong guys, miss me already?" Dean half-heartedly remarked as the goons unceremoniously pulled him to his feet and began dragging him out of the room.
All Sam could do was watch them take his brother away. No matter what he yelled at them, they seem uninterested. In seconds they had dragged his brother away once again. Passing his hands through his hair in frustration, he returned to his pacing. On his third pass, he noticed a circular symbol of something traced out in blood where Dean had been sitting. Kneeling down, he examined the strange symbol. This was something he had never seen before. When the hell had Dean done that?
Everything about this was out of place. It was no secret that the angels were after Michael's vessel but this was a new strategy that didn't quite fit the bill. And speaking of angels, where was Castiel?
"Where's Dean?" Sam immediately spun around in the direction of the voice. Standing near Dean's blood sigil stood Castiel. Sam had been too engrossed in his trail of thought to notice the light flutter of wings indicating the angel's appearance. "Sam, where's Dean."
