Yay! More chapters. (If this gets too long and boring I apologize. I have an ending in mind but it might take me a bit to get there. Sorry)

Alastair POV

I gave a loud sigh, as I rubbed my temples. We'd been forced to move 28 times. Each time due to Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, and their pet angel Castiel. I glanced down at my papers before me, before pushing back from my desk, and descending into the dark dungeon where I kept my own pet: Dean Winchester. I grinned, as I slowly approached his cell. It had taken me three months, and many pints of blood had been lost, but I'd done it. I finally managed to break Dean Winchester. Of course, it hadn't been easy. He'd put up a fight of course, just like I'd expected him to, and he kept hold of the belief that his precious brother Sammy would someday come and save him. But as the weeks wore on, and with each new location we went through, I watched with joy as Dean lost more and more faith in his brother, until finally, there was nothing left. I gazed down at the shell of a man as I approached him. His head hung down to rest on his bare, blood covered chest. HIs arms were scratched and bleeding, and were strung above his head, chained to the wall. I cracked my knuckles, before entering his cell, and slowly approaching him. His head shot up at the sound of my feet, and he let out a whimper of fear, and attempted to get as far away from me as was possible. I grinned, causing him to freeze, and begin to shake. He bit his lip, his eyes filling with tears. I knew, this was the last day I'd get anything verbal out of him, so I took my chance.

"I suppose little Sam really doesn't care about you now does he?"

Dean's bottom lip trembled, and I watched him swallow back his fear. I knew I'd won when he whispered in a barely there, hoarse whisper

"Who's Sam?"

Castiel POV

I stood there silently, next to Bobby, as I watched Sam pace the other room, as he read through yet another book. I tilted my head to the side in confusion, as he threw it down, and proceeded to pick up another yet again. I glanced down at Bobby, who was also reading through his own books, though with much less anger than Sam. I looked back up and watched the youngest Winchester for a few moments more before speaking in a voice only Bobby would hear,

"Perhaps it was unwise to tell Sam what we have learned of his brother."

Bobby didn't look up, but answered

"No Cas. It was unwise not to tell him. We should have told him straight away, but being the idjit I am, I listened to you and didn't say a damn thing. Now look at him." Bobby sighed, and went on. "Aside from that, you know more than you're letting on. Care to share?"

I took a deep breath, and disappeared from Bobby's home instead of answering. When I looked around, I found myself in a very vile place. I nearly questioned why I'd appeared here, before I looked down in front of me. There, covered in his own blood, chained to the wall like some animal, was Dean Winchester. I watched him silently for a few moments, before transporting myself back to Bobby's. Sam and Bobby both looked up as I appeared.

"Cas!" Sam cried. "Where have you been?"

I watched him in silence, before taking a deep breath.

"Sam." I said, deciding to get straight to the point. "Would you rather not find your brother for another two years, but know he was mentally stable, or would you rather find him now, but have him mentally broken?"

Sam's mouth dropped open slightly, and he stared in my direction. He finally closed his mouth, and whispered

"Why?"

I glanced over at Bobby who also watched me. I looked back up at Sam.

"When a soul breaks, it cries out at a frequency only angels can hear. That's what pulled me away a moment ago. Your brother….he broke, Sam, and his soul screamed for me. But, I know where he is. No matter where Alastair takes him now, I can find him."

Sam placed a hand over his mouth, and stood there in silence. He finally made eye contact with me once again, and said in a barely there voice

"Let's go save my brother"

Dean POV

My whole body shook with fear. I didn't know who I was, where I was, or why I was there. I never saw anyone, but the white eyed men who sent fear into my heart. I couldn't explain why, but everytime he came near me, I heard screams in my head, and images of blood and pain would flash through my mind, but just as soon as they came they were gone. I barely slept for fear the white eyed man would return, but in the few moments I did, I dreamed of a blue eyed man in a trench coat, and another, taller man with long hair. If I knew their names before, or in the dream, I didn't know them when I woke. I moved my head slowly and looked up. There he was. The wide eyed man. He stood on the other side of the bars, so I knew he was only there to watch. I closed my eyes, as the usual flashes of pain, and rage and blood flashed through my head. But this time, something was different. In the vision, I glanced to my right, and found the blue eyed man in a trench coat. I gazed into his eyes and in that instant I knew a name. I opened my eyes, and gazed up at the white eyed man as I whispered in a broken, hoarse tone

"Cas. Save me."