Chapter 10

Gabriel was back in the dungeons, he couldn't keep his panic inside anymore as he yelled and shook the bars, collapsing in the corner and rocking to and throw, his knees to his chest, the figure of Sam on one side of his cell and Dean in the other. He closed his eyes, and prayed to the gods for forgiveness in every sin he'd ever committed, to die a quick and painless death before the guards could do much damage in the "dungeons of hell", he prayed he could join his brother among the skies. He prayed for Sam to be rescued, to not be forced to return to the court life he so despised, he prayed for Sam's safety from the guards, for the kings forgiveness towards his only sons, but like always his prayers went unanswered.

"Back again Gabriel." The man sneered, "Should have known a little bastard like you couldn't stay away from my knife for too long."

"Nice to see you too father."

His father tried to reach him through the bars as he backed away, "You are no son of mine, you fowl bastard, your whore mother knew that, and so do you."

"Don't you talk about my mother like that." Said Gabe snarling, "You have no right, she was better than you could ever be."

"How would you know, you bastard. You didn't even know her." He chuckled, "That damn whore got her self killed, leaving you a pathetic little orphan."

"My mother is worth a million more than you will ever be, I don't need to know her to see that, she didn't torture people for the mere fun of it, she took care of me and my brothers. Nothing that can be said of you, leaving us to fend for ourselves. I'm real glad the academy took us in, otherwise I wouldn't be here to spit in your face right now."

He laughed wiping his face, "You ain't no knight anymore, Sir Gabriel. Now it's just me and you, and I'm going to make you pay for everything you've ever done to me. I'm going to have so much fun with you and that royal filth, been waiting to get my hand on them ever since I seen you running around with that youngest one."

"Burn in hell father."

"Only one going down under will be you, but at least you'll be united with mommy dearest."

"Go get fucked you bastard."

His father chuckled walking away twirling his knife.

"Sam" he said shaking the bars "Sam" he whispered "Wake up."

Sam woke up reaching for a sword he no longer had "Fuck"

"You said it kiddo"

"Where's Dean?"

"He's in the next cell."

"Cas?'

Gabe shook his head.

"Im sorry Gabe."

"Me too."

"Sammy?"

"Over here"

"Okay, have you seen Cas? Is he there with you?"

"Dean I'm sorry."

The cell block was silent for a few heartbeats.

"Dean?"

"I'm alright Sammy" he said his voice breaking "Fuck, give me a moment.'

Muffled cries could be heard as Gabe awkwardly looked away, grabbing Sam's hand through the bars, as he rested his head against the rusted metal.

"Okay, so do we have a plan on getting outta of this dump."

"There is no way out." mumbled Gabriel sorrowful, "The only reason I got out was because I was rescued by you two numbskulls, and no one was too willing to kill the princes less they face the kings wrath."

"There has to be something."

"I'm sorry Dean, Gabe is right, I studied these dungeons , its virtually impregnable from the inside."

"Sammy, c'mon, we can't give up now."

"I don't know what to tell you Dean."

"You know what, fuck you, fuck you both. You pussies can give up, but I'm not."

"No, Fuck you Dean! That was my little brother they cut down out there. The king has got us beat, there's no more that can be done, accept your fate and move on. At least you'll get out in a few months at most."

"What are you saying Gabe."

"Shit, Sam, you must have figured it out, your father hasn't put me down here to teach me a lesson like he did for his golden sons, I'm not coming out of this one Sambo."

"No, you have it wrong Gabe, we'll get through this one like we always do."

"Glad you have so much faith in my abilities Sambo, but this is a fight we can't win. Your father has tortured many, killed countless, he killed Cas Sam. The only reason he didn't kill me as well is that he gets some sick form of pleasure in seeing people suffer."

"Well find a way out of this, we have to," said Sam resting his head on the other side where Gabriel was resting, placing his hands over Gabriel's and clutching at the bars tightly.

Dean was pacing the too small cell and giving each guard that passed the stink eye. The first time they grabbed him, he fought, resisting every torture they threw at him with a slurry of curses. It was then after that, they figured out the only way to get to him was to do double tortures, torturing Sam and Dean at the same time. It was unbearable having to suffer his brother's screams, his own begging and pleading to make them stop, the fanatical glee in their eyes as they enjoyed every moment of sticking the knife in and burning their flesh with hot pokers. The next worse thing after directly watching his brother being tortured, was the between time when after his own torture where his gaze was drawn to the two empty cells, his own brain imagining all the possible tortures that was happening to Gabe and Sam in the bloodied room down the hall. He wondered how long it would be until Sam broke under the strain of seeing both his brother and lover being tortured to the point and beyond. How long would it be before he broke as well? How long would it be before he forgot what freedom was? The taste of chapped lips? The colour of blue eyes? The absence of pain? How long would it be before he lost himself completely?