~Written by Ink~

"I hope for your sake that the angels have someone to pray to when I get out of this chair!" Pippin spat as she watched in helpless desperation as Castiel let out another grace curdling scream. Naomi only smiled a small, peaceful grin in the face of the screams and tilted her head acutely toward Pippin. "I can't decide which is more amusing... the fact that a part of you believes that you could follow through with that promise, or that you would try."

"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn." Pip said darkly.

"Yes... but that's not my division." Naomi turned back toward Castiel, gasping for breath in between shouts.

"Oh, Castiel. You must have grown soft, you know this is merely the beginning." She leaned over and pulled a large and weird device over to the chair. The silver glint of it's chrome making the plain white walls even more glaringly bright. Naomi ignored the screams of Castiel and the threats of Pippin, adjusting the device over Castiel's face before calmly peering down, gauging the angle. She reached to activate it, then paused, looking back up at Pippin with her cold cruel eyes that held a sick dancing pleasure.

"You're right, Pippin... he really does have the most lovely blue eyes." Naomi said as she smiled her small taunt smile again and pressed the silver needle closer and closer toward Cas' right eye. He tensed and couldn't bite back the scream as the needle broke the cornea.

"Cassi!" Pippin screamed, trying again to use her grace even though she knew in this seat she couldn't.

"Naomi! I will make you know Hell for this!" Pippin screamed over the blended sounds of drill and Castiel.

"Again, not my division." Naomi said calmly over all the noise screaming around her.

*

It was the way the light hit the chrome and glinted off the odd instrument next to Sam that brought the physical wince as Castiel heard Pippin scream in his head chains and chains of threats and pleadings layered and replaying like a bad phonograph recording. Waves of aches followed through him with every syllable and contusions seemed to sink to his bones and sponged into his Grace, which began to burn like lemon juice in a deep wound. His wings shook anxiously as the memory flowed into the front of his mind unchecked.

"Samandriel…" he whispered aloud as his physical reaction to an eternity of memory compressed into a layered millisecond caused him to hold his head in pain. He manipulated his Grace to evaporate any tears before they could fall, but a slipped sob escaped before he would catch it.

"Cassi?" Pippin asked concerned, sitting up from the nearby couch and setting the book of lore to the side.

"Cas? Hey." she stood up and came toward him. Sam followed Cas' suddenly haggard eyes to the odd silver thing on the table and looked back to the Angel in complete blank confusion. But when Pippin saw it she froze, the glint of the chrome caught her eye as well and sent the same memories flooding into her mind's eye.

"Cassi…" she said softly, trying to pull him from the dark train of thought his mind let slip by uncharged. She reached for him, but he pulled back.

"I… I don't deserve… I killed my—I!" Cas cut himself off, "I don't deserve comfort." he slipped away from Pippin's grasp and into another room as fast as he could without leaving completely. Pip watched him go, the guilt stained broken little angel slipped away into the shadows to hide away, Pip was still a moment. Then recovered from the lull in pattern and followed calling after him, "Cassi? Cas, please, listen to me..."