Pairing: Raziestiel (Harry/Castiel)

Timeline: AU from Death takes a Holiday (4.15).

Rating: T

Warnings: SLASH. Unbeta'd. Blood. Torture. Language. English is not my native language so feel free to tell me if you see any mistake!

Word count: 959

Disclaimer: These two lovebirds aren't mine. Neither Alastair is.

A/N: A drabble longer than I expected it to be, I hope you will enjoy it all the same ;)


EDEN

Enlightening

Another endless night after a hunt, Harry sat on the edge of the sidewalk leading to their motel. A seal had just been saved. But at what cost, he thought bitterly. They didn't manage to save Pamela from her fatal injury. He knew he could have done something, anything, with his magic and yet didn't. Shock had completely paralysed him on his feet, leaving him unable to do anything but stare as he had lost another acquaintance.

The fallen angel wondered absent-mindedly if the guilt he felt over her death wasn't a roundabout way to allow him not to think of a certain blue-eyed angel and the many emotions that followed in his wake, before he swiftly squashed the thought away.

Harry suddenly tensed. Someone, or rather something was coming.

"You know I wanted to go to Dean at first but decided to wait for you. You seem a much more interesting prey at the moment," drawled a male voice behind him.

Alert and ready, the fallen angel promtly stood up, turning to glare at the white-eyed demon.

"Alastair," he met the other's eyes defiantly.

He repressed a shudder of disgust as the Grand Torturer of Hell slowly walked towards him, a dangerous predator appraising his future prey.

"You have the advantage of me since I have no idea of your identity... You must definitely be special if you managed to earn the Winchesters' trust so easily."

"What can I say? I'm just charming that way," the fallen shrugged off nonchalantly while he tried to ignore the way the demon made his skin crawl in revulsion.

A cold smirk crossed the other's face.

All of a sudden, he was violently thrown across the street and pinned against the wall. He had to hold back a cry, his head and shoulders were throbbing painfully from the impact.

"You feel different," stated the demon, contemplative. "If I didn't know any better, I would have said you smell almost heavenly, kind of like that Anna girl. Who are you?"

When Harry didn't answer, Alastair slammed him against the wall again. He grimaced slightly but said nothing. Somewhat wary, the green-eyed fallen watched as the demon conjured a knife and leaned closer. He made a desperate attempt to call upon his wizard powers, even if he knew they might have close to no effect on the white-eyed demon; his wand was currently in the back pocket of his jeans so he attempted to summon his wandless magic.

As though the creature knew what he was doing, he said, a strange glint of delight in his eyes:

"Your little magic tricks won't work on me, wizard."

Without further ado, Alastair grabbed Harry's chin between his fingers, the knife in his other hand, he let it run on his jaw without breaking the skin. The fallen angel concealed a wince at the sensation of a cold metal pressed against his throat, the touch bringing many painful memories of a past he had buried deep within him.

"I will ask it a few more times since you don't seem to understand what's at stake, who are you?"

"No one."

"Not cooperating, I see," the white-eyed demon shook his head, apparently as disappointed as a parent would be at a naughty child. " That's not a problem, I have the means to make someone as reluctant as yourself talk. It would be a shame to mar such a nice body though. But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do."

A scream was muffled by Alastair's right hand - 'I would love to hear your surely delicious screams, pretty eyes, but not tonight, we aren't really in a private location after all' - as he plunged the knife merely inches from the precious organs in his abdomen. While the fallen wouldn't die from the wound, it would still hurt like hell. Harry swallowed his whimpers away, determined not to let the demon get the satisfaction of his pain. He had survived much worse than a few knife wounds, he thought to himself.

After five minutes though, the demon finally grew bored of his lasting silence.

"You won't answer. Let's see how much talkative you will be if I find your pretty boy angel."

Green eyes widened.

"Oh yes, I know. Not everything, unfortunately. You gotta be aware he will fall for it if his dear little Daddy didn't punish him first? If I don't find him before, of course. So... what do you say?"

"Go to Hell," Harry whispered.

"Now that isn't a nice thing to say to someone who has already been there," reprimanded Alastair in a false honeyed tone.

Fear gripped the fallen angel as he thought of what the demon would do if he got his hands on Castiel. He would never forgive himself should he let it happen. With a renewed determination, he managed to summon his wandless magic and sent Alistair brutally against the opposite wall. Temporarily free from the demon's powers, he sagged weakly on the ground, breath ragged and sore, blood dripping from his injuries. He knew he didn't have the means to kill the son-of-a-bitch so he began to chant an exorcism.

"Impressive little display, pretty eyes. I'm afraid I will have to cut your horrid poem short though. Hell isn't really welcoming at this time of the year, too much cold for my taste."

Dizzy from the blood loss, Harry fought against the unconsciousness that threatened to take over him. He just had the time to see Alastair moving towards him, awfully close, before a lightening bolt suddenly struck the demon on the head.

Soft feathers brushed his cheekbones then all went black.


A/N: Reviews are appreciated as always, thanks a lot in advance =)