Crowley stood in the cellar of his new mansion looking down at the weakened angel at his feet. "I saw your family today. They looked they were having a good time."
The demon dropped a picture into the angel's boxer clad lap. In the picture it had Sam, Dean, and Castiel at what looked like a boardwalk. The hunters and angel were standing in what looked like a shooting gallery playing against each other. The hunters had big smiles on their faces but the angel had a look of concentration on his face as he fired his water gun. Gold eyes flicked up to lock with the demon's brown then back to the picture in his lap.
"How much longer do you plan on resisting me Gabriel? It's already been six months. How much longer do you really think you can hold out against the torture and the poison flowing through you?" Crowley asked, kneeling down to look the archangel in the eye. "Can't be too much longer mate."
Gabriel looked up, shaking his sweated soaked blonde hair away from his face. "It's my creation. I can hold out for years against it. As for your torture? What you're doing was just Lucifer's play time to me. I've held out much longer against far worse."
"So you say. It seems like you're running a fever again. That makes it what? The fifth one in the past two weeks?" The demon asked. "You must be miserable."
Gold eyes narrowed. "No. I've been having a blast. It's real fun being trapped in your disgusting cellar with only the rats and cockroaches for company. It's like a spa day. Just send in a cabana boy and it'd be perfect."
The demon's fist flew before the angel could blink, turning his head and knocking him over. He hissed as he landed on the still open wound on his side, the injured flesh refusing to mend due to the poison entering his body there. He pressed a hand to the wound feeling blood seep out once more. He looked up at the demon with a smile.
"Did I hit a nerve? Or is it because you have the cabana boy tired to your bed?" Gabriel asked.
Crowley reached out and grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair pulling his head back at an odd angle drawing a sharp cry from the angel. "If you would rather I could have him replaced with you. I'm sure you'd last a bit longer then he would. You'd probably have a nicer scream as well."
The archangel grinned despite the pain. "No thanks. I've been spoiled. I like it when I get laid by a real man that doesn't need to pad to make it seem like he has a package."
The demon slammed the angel's head against the floor. "I hit the double digits mate. You'd be begging me not to fill you up."
"Not likely. I had toys please me better." The blonde said with a laugh, blood running down the side of his face from the cut that had been inflicted when he hit the floor.
The demon let out a growl and stood. "You think you're so cute don't you?"
The archangel managed to sit up again. "Cute? No I don't think I'm cute at all. I know I'm a sexy beast that you can't handle."
Crowley shook his head. He was fed up with the angel's antics. He acted more like the Trickster he claimed to be then the angel he really was. It wasn't surprising that he had held out this long. He pulled the vial out of his jacket along with a needle. Measuring out the correct amount he replaced the cork and put the vial back. Tapping the needle to remove any bubbles he looked down at the angel who was now watching him with a glare.
"Time for your next dose. Shame this isn't the real thing. I figured it out that you changed it a bit when Castiel started showing his symptoms to me." Crowley said looking at the needle. "So where do you want this today? Arm? Leg? Under the nail?"
"If I tell you where to stick it will you leave me alone?" The angel asked, eyeing the needle.
"You have my word." The demon said with a smile.
The angel wordlessly held out his arm, knowing better then to fight. Fighting led to sessions with the whip, the cane, and almost once with the hell hound. Looking away he felt the demon grip his fingers tightly and bit down hard on his tongue when he felt the needle slide under his nail and inject the liquid. He pulled his arm back and spit out a mouthful of blood onto the floor next to him.
"Thanks. Now do us both a favor and fudge off." Gabriel said.
"You could just make this a lot easier on yourself you know." The King of Hell said holding out a white collar to him. "All you have to do is say yes to my contract."
Gabriel looked at the collar then up at the demon, who was smiling sweetly at him. "And then what? You want me to be your executioner like you had Cassie doing? Sitting at your feet and letting you pet me like I'm your favorite dog? Letting you whore me out to your favorite demons when they do a good job? Or would you have me chained to your bed and ready to service you?'
Crowley's hand was in his hair again and he leaned in close and licked the blood from his face. "You'll be whatever I want you to be. I would do anything I wanted to you and all you could do would be obey me. Be grateful I've left your little family alone so far. Keep pissing me off and I'll have Castiel back in your place before you could blink."
The demon released him and walked away, going out the door. The heavy metal slammed shut and the sigils activate once more, trapping him. He waited a few minutes to ensure that he was alone before he let a sob escape his throat. He picked up the picture and stared at it. He wished he had the courage in him to send out a call to Castiel for help but he was afraid that if he did, Crowley would dig his claws into his little brother once more. It was not a risk he was willing to take.
Using a little bit of his power he made the picture stick to the wall along with the five others there. One for each month he'd been there. He looked up at the pictures as the first bout of numbness began to spread through his body. He could feel himself growing hot and his fever spiked. His dose was much higher then Castiel's had been. Even as the first scream was ripped from his throat as his body began to cramp, it was all he could do to send a little prayer of thanks to God that his brother and the Winchesters were safe.