AN: Sorry if this chapter is a bit choppy, I had it completely written and then lost the whole thing due to a poweroutage from a storm. The rewrite doesn't have nearly the oomph the original did, but I admit I just got frustrated. Lesson learned, save your work, and frequently.
Castiel blinked his eyes open at the cold hard laugh from his captor. "Cassss," taunted the angel wearing Dean's guise. "Wakey, wakey. You're no fun to play with when you're sleeping."
Castiel met the imposers eyes coldly, glaring daggers but not speaking. He realized he was naked and he wasn't sure when that had happened. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, as he did, trussed up like this. He hated it. Castiel had been many things in his lifetime, but he had never been weak. He was not about to start now.
"You, know, the saddest part is how hard you cling to me. Like a sad lost little puppy. You're my little bitch, aren't you?"
Cas ignored the taunting, barking out a choked and bitter laugh.
"What's so funny, Castiel? You think this is a game?" Asked the abomination.
Castiel grit his teeth against the scorching pain that covered his entire body. Every inch of him seemed to be marked with wounds in various stages of healing, some already turned to lumpy scars, others still oozing blood and puss from being uncleaned and reopened so many times. His body might be broken, but the force inside him was not. "No," he answered, his voice hoarse from screaming, he could barely get the words out. " I don't think this is a joke... I think you are a joke."
He felt the blow across his cheek a deranged giggle escaped him. "You know how I knew you weren't really Dean?" Cas grunted, spitting a mouth full of blood onto the ground. "Because you're stupid. You think you can break me, but you can't." He finished.
An evil glint stole across the doppelgangers eyes. "Oh we will see about that, Castiel. We will see."
Cas closed his eyes as his enemy dipped his fingers into a bowl of holy oil next to him. Castiel knew what came next, and he was not looking forward to it. He felt the holy oil dribble down his chest, his thighs, and other more... sensitive... areas, and then he heard the match strike. A moment later, his mind went blank from pain.
...
Dean thought it would be harder. The gates to heaven were calling to him like a beacon since the moment those wings appeared on his back. Like a irritating whisper in the back of his mind, calling to him. He found it located in a small cavern on a mountainside in Washington state. Why Dean knew where it was, he didn't know. The same way he didn't seem to know anything, anymore.
He arrived at the cavern, knowing Bobby would be in his place waiting to open the door before. Contacting him hadn't exactly been easy, but Bobby was so relieved to be helping his boy again that he didn't hesitate to throw himself back into the fray. Dean felt the ripple of the door to heaven just feet from him, and with no resignation, he tossed himself into the portal.
Dean felt himself immediately being thrown upward at a high rate of speed, every molecule in his body being pulled this way and that. It didn't exactly hurt, rather felt a lot like when all the hair stands up on the back of your neck. It was only a heartbeat and Dean found himself tossed head first into heaven, landing in a heap on the floor.
Bobby grinned down at him. "Welcome to the party."
...
Castiel's eyes flew open as a tingle made its way across his body. He was alone, he was pretty sure. There were guards at the door and whatever the shackles they had him in were magically enhanced. He could barely move, let alone make an attempt for escape.
But something rose up in him that moment, and for the first time since he could remember, he felt hope, though he didn't know why.
...
Dean made his way down the startlingly white hallway, he didn't exactly have a plan at this point, but then that was always kinda his way. Rush in, guns blazing, hoping for the best. This was no different. He came armed with nothing but an angel blade and sheer determination.
He heard voices coming down a corridor and he flattened himself against the wall, waiting for them to round the corner.
"Hundreds of Bobby's were released at once, and they're not settling back in easily. Something is going on up here, we've never had a mass breakout like this before." Remarked one angel.
Dean flung himself at them the moment they stepped foot around the corner, tackling one of them to the floor, not giving him a moment to grab his blade. He used all the force of his legs to sweep the other angels legs out from under her, and she landed on the ground with a grunt.
He flipped onto his feet and grabbed the lapels of the tailored suit she wore, slamming her against the wall and pressing his blade against her throat. "Where is the angel Castiel?" He demanded in a low, dangerous tone.
The other angel was making his way to his feet and Dean turned, keeping him in his sights, he maneuvered the woman in front of himself like a shield, keeping the blade pressed to her neck. "You make another move, and I will cut her heart out, do you understand me?" Dean ordered, the threat in his voice making the angel step back.
The woman's heart raced as Dean pressed the blade further into her skin, a trickle of blood making its way down between her breasts. Her whole body was shaking in terror she could not suppress.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"He's in prison!" The woman bit out. "Where he should be, thanks to you!"
Anger surged in Dean, his greatest fears confirmed; that this had happened to Cas because of him.
He threw the woman roughly, throwing himself at the other angel and plunging the blade deep into his chest. His fist came up to block the blow the auburn haired woman aimed for him, grabbing her arm and wrenching it behind her back. Her blade twisted from her grip as she cried out in pain.
"Take. Me. To. Him." Dean growled.
