Hello! Big reveal in this chapter! now we know the full reasoning behind kidnapping angels!


Dean licked his lips and flicked his gaze back to the mirror.

Pitch black.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt the heavy disappointment settle in, it whispered 'you're such a fuck up' as he tried to reign in his shitty life.

and there's the mother bitch, Crowley, at the door again.

Telling him that it's ok that his eyes are dark, that its ok that he's failing.

Telling him that the torture chambers are full of sweaty, screaming, chained up bastards, practically begging to be broken and used.

In every tear they shed, Dean sees Cas, and it makes that feeling in his chest burn until it hurts to breathe the sulfuric air.

He growled, his way of saying that Crowley could get the Hell away from him now, and he looked again at his own disfigured face, at his own black eyes.

He slipped on his sunglasses and paused before heading for the door.

"Cas?... I'm sorry... but it has to be done."

Dean squared his shoulders and marched out the door.


'Of course Dean, I understand. But what exactly is it that you are doing?' Cas shot back, his mind was always quick to try and get 'Dean' to reply to his questions, but he never did. 'It's my mind' Cas grumped silently 'I'm imaging all this, if I want him to respond, then he should respond!'

His fingers caught in the thorns as he tried to dig out the berries that were nestled there.

Stinging pain and blood danced across his hands, whilst the taste of under-ripe berry filled his mouth.

Sour.

That's what it was called.

Cas leaned back, pulling his raw hands away from the offensive plant; he lifted his gaze to the sky.

He wasn't healed from his fall, far from it actually.

He had managed to crawl out of the crash sight and into the nearby woods, sleeping beneath a walnut tree and eating what he could. He also made the painful haul to the creek a few yards away when he got thirsty.

She was still there too, despite what Cas would do to shoo her off, she never stayed gone for long. Eyes dark and fingers twitching. Only ever saying "not dead enough yet" when prompted to speak.

Cas was sick of her.

It was day three when Cas woke with a bad feeling on his skin, a type of nervous energy radiating through the air, making his hair stand at attention.

He turned to seek out his reaper, in time to see her body fall as a knife was pulled from it, her nervous eyes danced and flickered as she mouthed 'Run.'

Cas made an attempt, using the tree as a back brace as he slid up its trunk, trying to stand for the first time since the fall. His struggle ceased when he felt hands on his shoulders and the air around him being sucked away.

His nose registered sulfur.

He opened his eyes to Hell, and a grinning Crowley.

"Welcome home, Darling."


Dean stared down at the bloody body before him, it's light pouring out through every hole in its skin.

"Well..." Dean sighed "It seems you've just about run out of time." and the thing that used to have a face whines in a final attempt at rebellion.

"Shut up." Dean quipped, pulling back to his table of tools.

He dropped the needle he'd been using, and picked up a jar; its glassy surface tainted green, a sign that there was witchcraft involved.

"You see this jar, asslamp?" Dean held it in front of the glowing mess before him "This jar is the only thing that will make what I've done today useful, so don't die out on me yet. We aren't quite done."

The bloody body shook with spams, light beginning to flow out faster.

"All right Let's go." and Dean begins to whisper, still holding the jar beneath the angel's slack mouth.

The light stops pouring from the other wounds and focuses solely on the mouth, pouring from the angel's jaws like a waterfall, falling directly into the jar.

There was a snap, like ice when water's poured on it, and the body fell back, dead.

Dean snaps the lid on the jar and the light inside sparks in protest, swirling against its glassy prison furiously.

"95 down, 4 to go." and Dean leaves the jar on the floor for Crowley to get later like he always does, then goes into the hall and makes his way to the next room, table hovering behind him like an obedient dog.

The door opened to a young blonde angel, her eyes sparking with indignant fury.

"How dare you try to harm an angel of the lord!" Her jaws tensed and she spoke through gritted teeth.

"Oh Darlin' " Dean smiled darkly "If only you knew."


hahaha! stuff is just happening and happening and happening!

We're getting close to the end now though, maybe a few more chapters at most, if I can wrap this up properly that is!

Thank you so much to those that have been following this story, you don't know how much it means to me too see that people are reading this! I love you all dearly!