"Dean!" I heard Mr. Novak shout, from his front step.
He had a two story house. The front porch had a railing and from the railing, in both directions, were metal, iron seeming, bars. These bars also crossed diagonally, to form little "X"s. Behind the porch was the door way, which had another glass door over it. Next to the door on either side were windows. They were covered by curtains so you couldn't see into the house.
The front of the house was painted a sky blue, the kind on a sunny, warm, and blissful day and there were three windows on either side of the house.
His front yard was evenly trimmed, he had bushes of white roses on either side of the steps leading up to the porch. He had a fence, which was black and dark, metal, and about four feet tall, it surrounded the entirety of the house that I could see.
"Hey, Mr. Novak, what's up?" I said, courteously
"Oh, nothing, would you like to come in? It's a bit messy, I hope you don't mind." He asked, "Oh! And don't worry about calling me "Mr. Novak", just call me "Castiel" its fine."
Castiel, that seems too uptight, I think I'm going to call him, Cas.
I walked into his house, through the door was the parlor, which was quite clean. On a bench near the door there were blankets, for people whom are cold. There was also an opening to the rest of the house but; it was directly across from the door. There wasn't much of anything else in the parlor, so I continued on in the house.
After exiting the parlor we head into the Living room which was large. There were many book shelves filled with books, so many that I couldn't possibly be able to count.
The shelves covered the walls, there was a small T.V. in the corner, which didn't seem to even be plugged in.
There were two couches, both recliners; there was a coffee table in the middle of the room.
The table had a stack of books and papers on it. I assume that they were papers from school.
Looking to my right there was an open arch way to the kitchen, to the left was a closed door.
"Alright," Cas started," We need to head into the basement" He said whilst heading to the closed door.
Opening the door was an entire hallway of doors. There were two on each side; there was one at the end of the hall. He gracefully walked to the door that was directly across from the one we walked through.
Opening the door, he walked down the stairs it led to. I, obviously, followed.
The basement was, well the only way to describe it was wow. The walls were covered in red paint that was oddly blood-like. The paint was in intricate patterns around the room, each one different than the last. The floor was different, it was soft, yet hard. It was the color of cement and pleasant, lacking the feeling of cement. Almost as if it was stiff memory foam implanted to the floor. The lighting in the room was too bright, like someone had let the sun into the room and turned it on high. I would have looked to see where the light came from, but I had to shield my eyes it was so bright.
"Mister, I mean Cas," I began, "what is the paint here for?"
He replied with, "This isn't paint Dean," his deep, heavenly voice replied, "it's blood, don't worry though, it's to keep away the monsters."
"I-is it human blood?"
Cas turned around and stared at the wall, "follow me." Ignoring my question.
We ventured farther into the basement, looking to find something, I assume. There was a door on the other side of the room. It was a bright red, slightly brighter than the blood on the wall, which was a darker shade of crimson from being left out so long.
I know that I shouldn't follow Mr. Novak, but I just felt so compelled; it's for Sammy anyways. I need to do this, Sammy doesn't deserve what he's been given for life.
Cas walked up to the door and took out a key, he put it in the lock and turned it to the side.
"Be wary, Dean, this room is a bit different, it may make you think different of me." Cas said, slowly wanting my opinion of him not to change. Not that I think it could anyway, God, now that I think of it. I am going to go on a date with a psycho teacher who has human blood on the walls of his basement. I shouldn't think of him this way, I know this, but it kind of turns me on.
Like, it is really, really bad, but he doesn't seem that bad.
Cas pushed the door open and we walked through. I followed close behind, if I thought he was weird before, this changes everything!
The entire room was coated in a red lighting, what was with him and red. The room looked like a torture chamber. This isn't okay, there were tables everywhere, in a neat fashion, and on these tables were weapons, of every kind. I do mean every kind, you name it, and it was here.
In the middle of the room was a giant pentagram, in this pentagram was a small child! The child was covered in blood and chained to the floor.
When Cas walked into the room it screamed for mercy, "Oh CASTIEL PLEASE GO! LEAVE ME TO DIE BY MYSELF! I WON'T BE A BOTHER PLEASE, I WILL DO ANYTHING, LET ME DIE!"
I cringed while Castiel walked forward, "Silence, you spawn of Satan, tell me where he is."
"Who are you referring to?" The child yelled
"You know who I am talking about," Cas yelled, grabbing a flask of something, and walking forward, "now tell me or else."
The child remained silent and Cas lifted the flask higher, still the child was persistent, and Cas threw the contents of the flask at the young one.
The child, no older than 10, began to writhe in its place, begging for help. I almost ran forward but the water seemed to ruin the pentagram.
The child looked up, and its eyes changed, filling to the edges with black. Looking it straight in the eyes I froze, in horror, chills flew down my back, colder than the coldest blizzard.
The child, ripped the chains from the ground, and began to laugh. It lifted its hands and screamed, I flew back against the wall and Cas ran forward, not to me but at the kid, with a knife!
"Hey," I tried to yell," watc…" but I couldn't say anything else.
It felt like something had grabbed my throat from within, I began to choke, and the edges of my vision began to fade, turning black. The colors of the world began to fade as the pleasure of sleep began to take the place of unbearable pain. The bliss was almost so intoxicating I forgot about everything and I let it take over. Surrendering all control to the wondrous pleasure of sleep.
