Word 11...i know... its action packed... along with word 12. Those these chapters are fairly dark...i am not sure if i should take it off Teen or not...i don't want too...so i am going to warn you here that attempted rape is happening not to mention violence and torture. Some of that will continue into word 12. Also i want to warn you do not piss Kara off or you will regret it...i love how tough she got...maybe she will show in future stories or maybe i can get my brain to pump out a sequeal...yikes right now i don't even want to think about that. So yes i have in the minutes i have spent writing this have decided to keep the rating Teen with me leaving up with warning here. If you think its too dark for me to keep it at the ratings its at please tell me and i will change it...i just would prefer not too... I plan to have the remaining chapters up later this week, but right now i figured you guess could survive off a double updates...anyways thanks all you wonderfull people see you in a few moments with word 12 ;D
~Kai
A Few Hours Ago
Sam raced down the street corner, his large feet clomp against the pavement. He had lost Dean behind a couple of blocks back. Quickly he skidded to a stop in front of the club. He hadn't been to see Kara in weeks, and he felt guilty about that, but overall he really felt guilty about a lot of things when it came to Kara. He pulled his coat farther up his shoulders as he trudged over to the crowd that was waiting at the entrance.
"Sam!" His name made him jump as he looked over towards the direction the voice had come from.
The voice had come from one of the bouncers that knew Sam rather well because he was a frequent visitor. The large man smiled and stood aside letting Sam enter. Sam patted the oppressive man on the back as he walked by and into the club.
It took Sam a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness that shrouded the club except for the numerous strobes and flashing lights of all neon colors. He searched through the crowd, his gaze landing on various faces when one seemed to fit the profile he was looking desperately for.
"Sam?" Her voice made him turn and a wide grin spread across his face.
For some reason she seemed confused. Then it dawned on Sam, that his brain was cluttered with so many thoughts, that she probably wouldn't be able to pick out the one that made him so happy to see her.
"What's wrong Sam? What happened to Castiel?" Her voice was low and scared and Sam realized again that Castiel was the subject of his focus. Helping Dean and Castiel, but then also helping….
She stared at him wide eyed for a moment as she read the thought Sam was finally now focusing on.
"No." She muttered as she turned away from him and tried to disappear into the crowd, but Sam grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around and face him once more.
"Why not?" He pleaded as she just shook her head back and forth.
"He'll kill you Sam." She avoided eye contact with Sam.
"No, he won't. I promise you that no one will hurt me. Not this thug and not my father." Sam whispered into her ear as he leaned in close.
She jerked away abruptly and stared up at Sam. "How did you know about that?" She stammered her voice shaking.
"It doesn't take a mind reader to know. You have been looking out for me ever since that night…Heck ever since we met. Why Kara? What made me so special?" Sam demanded as he reached out and gripped her arm again preventing her from running away if she got uncomfortable.
"Because Sam….Because." her voice faded into the loud ear-deafening music "Because Sam Winchester I love you."
Sam stared at her for a moment. He seemed surprise and Kara just looked hurt as she pulled away and attempted to vanish into the massive dancing crowd.
"Kara! Kara! Wait!" Sam called as he to attempt to push himself through the crowd to locate Kara once more.
Sam searched through the massive crowds looking desperately for Kara once more. Finally he saw her. She seemed to be having an altercation with her owner. She was desperately shaking her head back and forth and apparently pleading with him, while he yelled. Finally he watched her crumble to the floor, the thugs hand raised high and with his palm flat. Sam watched horrified as the man then reached down with that same hand and yanked Kara back to her feet by her golden ringlets.
Sam had seen enough. He raced through the crowd pushing through them with his elbows. He noticed that he was yelling, but no one noticed this due to the loud music that engulfed the whole club. So instead he shut his mouth and thought.
"Kara. I am going to save you." He finished his thought as his fist connected with the thugs head.
The thug staggered backwards turning to look at Sam, rage building up into his eyes. Sam just smirked and raised his fist into a normal battle stance. Kara staggered over to Sam and pulled on his shoulder.
"Stop!" She yelled, but the two men ignored her.
The thug then lung at Sam, but he was quick and pulled Kara up into his chest and pivoted away quickly. Kara was breathing heavily and for some reason Sam found that amusing. The girl who could read minds was nervous in a fight. A fight she really wasn't even in. That made something dawn on him.
"Kara? Does he have a weapon?" His thought was directed directly at Kara, who at first seemed shocked but then nodded her head. She then mouthed the word 'knife'. Sam nodded quickly in conformation to show that he had understood.
The thug lunged again, this time punching Sam in the gut making him double over in pain. The thug then pulled out his knife that had been hidden up one of the selves of his leather jacket. He raised it up and was about to lower it into Sam's neck, but then the thug was barreled over by another man colliding with him.
"Dean?" Sam rasped out slowly raising up his head., but Kara's hands were suddenly cupping Sam's cheeks and her face obscuring his view of the fight.
"Sam! Sam!" She was pleading with tears streaming down her face. Sam felt confused.
"What?" He rasped out again reach up one hand rubbing one of her cheeks dry with his thumb.
"I thought you were going to die you moron." Her voice caught in her throat as she wrapped arms around his neck causing them both to fall backwards, with Sam landing upon his rear.
Dean punched out the thug with ease, mostly because he had taken the guy by complete surprise.
"Find the key to her collar Dean." Sam rasped again but this time attempting to clear his throat as Dean pulled himself back to his feet.
"Yuck! Why would I want to get into that mans pants?" Dean scoffed as he reached down and began to search the man for the key.
"Yeah, because you want to get into Castiel's" Sam chuckled as he and Kara clamored back to their feet.
Dean stared at his brother with wide eyed, like he couldn't believe that his brother knew his secret.
"What? It's written all over your face. Plus Kara told me the last time I was here with Cass he had a lot of thoughts of you. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out." Sam shrugged as he held out his palm and waiting for Dean to drop the key into his hand.
"I'm actually glad you know." Dean muttered as he looked up at his brother dropping the silver key into his massive palm.
"You know Dean. I am just happy you're happy. Castiel made you happy and trust me that's all that matters." Sam sighed as he pulled Kara close to his chest where she buried her face into his pinstripe button up shirt.
Sam then gently pushed back her blond ringlets as he searched for the clasp to the collar. Sam immediately noticed that it was ten times less sophisticated then those he put on demons and even ten times less than that for ones that Dean put on angels.
His fingers gently brushed against her skin as his fingers fell upon the key hole. He quickly brought up the key and shoved it in, then gave it a swift twist. Then the collar slackened and fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Both of the brothers looked at her and she looked at them. Tears were suddenly flowing from her eyes again as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around Sam once more.
"Come on guys let's get out of here." Dean injected throwing a thumbs up over his shoulder to indicate that they needed to get the hell out of here. But before They left Kara turned to her use to be owner and kicked him the gut. The thug wailed out in agony.
"That's a lighter punishment then you deserve you bastard. And if you try to find me, I will kill you but before that I will do the world a favor for all the women you know by castrating you first." She snarled as the brothers looked at her with alarming looks spread across each of their faces. Kara's eye brows then furrowed as she looked at their expressions "What? You both agreed that he deserves it." and with that reply both brothers just nod as they quickly begin to search for a quick exit.
Dean led the way as they hurried over to one of the back exits. Getting out of the club was fairly easy from then on, since most if not all the people were so focused on the sirens, the music, or the dancing. Now they raced down the street; not daring to even look back at the club. Finally they reached the Impala and quickly climbed in.
Dean shoved the keys into the ignition and the car roared to life. Dean pulled away from the curb in a hurry, which earned a few strange looks from a few pedestrians, who were walking by. But in all honesty no one was really paying too much attention.
"Kara we need your help. You probably already know that Castiel is in trouble. Would you please help?" Dean voice was soft and pleading and all Kara did was nod her head up and down enthusiastically.
"Of course, Castiel is a good guy…angel." She stammered quickly in reply to Dean.
"Good because we have a plan, but are not completely sure how to execute it. We need a decoy because you'll have to be the look out." Dean said sharply and Kara nodded.
"I have an idea. I also have someone who would be willing to help us. In fact he will be more than willing to help us since he knows Castiel." Kara said
"What?" Both Dean and Sam say at the same time.
"What? Castiel isn't the only angel I know." She said with a shrug.
Both of the brothers where surprised, but Dean remained focus on the task that was now starting to layout before him.
"Don't worry Dean. We will save Cass." Both Sam and Kara spoke up together. Dean looked over towards his brother who had a reassuring smile spread across his boyish face and Dean believed him. Together they were going to save Castiel.
Present
Savior or Saviour: n, 1: One that saves from danger or destruction 2: One who brings salvation.
Castiel collapsed as he struggled to stand up once more. His hot cheek collided with the cold pavement and for a brief moment Castiel found it soothing. He was still in the dark prison. Then suddenly the dark became illuminated once more as he saw the pair of the fancy leather shoes enter. Alastair. He closed his eyes having red circles dot across his closed eyelids.
"Today is the day." The man's voice was bright and cheerful and it made Castiel's skin crawl. "Get up." The cheerful voice suddenly vanished turned into a harsh one as Castiel raised his head slightly and stared up at the man with the white irises.
"I can't." He rasped out and placed his cheek back upon the cold cement floor.
"Really? Well that won't do. I'll have to make a few altercations then. Ah, what a horrible turn of events. Oh well I guess this happens when I put the collar on so tight." He voice was cheerful once again as he stooped down and brushed his hand through Castiel's hair. "You know I am going to be so disappointed if you don't survive this. I am so fairy fond of you."
"Stay away from me." Castiel hissed though his teeth as he tried to scoot away from the man, but Alastair just reached and grabbed a fist full of his shirt pulling Castiel only inches away from his face. Castiel used some of his last remaining energy to attempt to pull away, but all of his effort was in vain because Alastair just tightened his grip.
Staring into the Alastair's eyes unnerved him, and he swallowed a hard breath. Alastair used his free hand and traced up Castiel's arm gently. Then forcefully he shoved Castiel down to the hard stone floor, Castiel stifled a yelp as his wings collided to the pavement with a lot of force.
"You really are a fighter. I like that." Alastair cooed as he released the grip on his shirt and used it to pinned Castiel's hands above his head. Castiel continued to struggle, but the more he did the weaker he felt.
Alastair with his free hand reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife with a long curved blade. Castiel's eyes grew wide in fear, and for a moment he squirmed harder.
"Awe, calm down honey. I'm not gonna hurt you….Just yet anyways." Alastair cooed again as he slid the knife under Castiel shirt and pulled up. A ripping sound echoed through the small prison. Castiel pinched his eyes shut as he felt the cool blade of the knife slide over his skin.
"If I asked nicely, would you scream for me?" Alastair whispered into Castiel's ear.
"Like hell I will." Castiel growled.
"I can arrange that angel-boy. You know if it makes you feel better you can pretend I am Dean. You do really want this from Dean don't you….Of course you do, that's not a secret. But do you know what is?" He paused before revealing a secret Castiel couldn't believe "Of course he's a pathetic excuse for one, but one none the less. Do you know how hard to it is to keep that kind of information yourself when all you want to do is cut him open and see how he ticks?" A large sneered spread across his face as Castiel twisted his body, but Alastair just tightened his grip around Castiel's wrists.
"Stop lying to me." Castiel spat and Alastair looked suddenly hurt. Castiel of course knew that was it was completely fake and not real. He was just trying to get a rise out of Castiel, and in all honesty he was.
"Awe, angel –boy I have no need to lie to you. I am actually telling you the truth. I figured you had the right to know before I went and killed you….Now though let's get down to business." Alastair sighed as he bent down and traced his lips along Castiel's exposed abdomen.
"No…" Castiel's voice was suddenly small as it seemed to catch in his throat. "Please." Castiel whimpered as Alastair's tongue traced across one of his nipples.
"Scream for me Castiel." Alastair muttered as he began to trace his hand with the knife down Castiel's thigh causing another loud ripping sound to reverberate of the stone walls.
Suddenly a loud bang sounded and Alastair looked up towards the door. He stared at it for a long moment, and then returned to Castiel but instead returning to his escapade. He leaned forwards and ran one hand down one of Castiel jet black wings.
"I guess I have to speed things up a little." He muttered darkly.
Alastair bent down and traced the along the knife some of Castiel's feathers. Castiel tensed as he felt the knife slither through his feathers, until the knife stopped at the base of his wings. Castiel attempted to but flail, and since Alastair's hand still pinned Castiel arms above his head, his knew any further attempts would be fruitless.
"Calm down it will be over quickly." Alastair cooed as he placed the tip of his blade up the base and quickly scrapped it across the base of Castiel's wings. Castiel screamed out in agony.
"Alastair?" Meg's voice suddenly sounded making Alastair snarl as he stood up leaving a torn and petrified Castiel behind closing the prison cell door with a resounding bang.
Castiel closed his eyes as he tried to push his fear away. He tried to even his erratic breathing until he heard the door to the prison swing open once more.
"Cass?" The gruff voice suddenly startled him as his eyes shot open as he stared into the green eyes of Dean Winchester.
"Dean?" He whispered. He couldn't believe what he saw. How could he be here bent down beside him?
"Yeah Cass?" Dean said with a little smile curling across his lips.
"Hello Dean."
"Hi Cass." Dean chuckled as he reached down and brushed his hand upon the angel's cheek. "I'm here to help you."
"I'm just surprised you're here." Castiel muttered as he struggled to sit up. Dean helped Castiel to a sitting position and he noticed his tattered clothing.
"Cass, what happened?" Dean asked as he gestured towards Castiel's ragged clothing.
"Nothing! Dean we have to get out of here. Alastair could come back at any moment." Castiel winced as he tried to pull himself to his feet, but faulted. Dean reached out and caught him gently steadying him with one of his arms that Castiel graciously latched onto to help maintain his balance.
"He's kind of preoccupied at the moment. Let's just say Cass, that you have friends who got your back." Dean said with a wide smile.
"Sam?" Castiel asked
"Yes and Kara and Gabriel."
"Gabriel? You met my brother?" Oh my god. I am surprised you still came to save me after you met him." Castiel muttered suddenly to the ground as he heard Dean chuckle lightly.
"I love you….And not anyone can change that. Ever." Dean said slowly as he reached out and placed his hand upon Castiel cheek once more. Dean's thumb then traced down Castiel jaw line gently reeling him in until both him and Dean's body were pressed together. Dean then tilted his head and pushed forward ever so slightly and pressed their lips together.
It was a gentle kiss and Castiel accepted it completely. He wasn't surprised and he didn't pull away. He just wanted to savior this moment with Dean just a little longer, but a loud yell made them break away as they saw a panting Sam leaning upon the door frame of the prison.
"Stop making out, so we can get the hell out of here." Sam ordered as both Castiel pulled away from each other abruptly and nodded their heads.
Dean slouched down slightly as he wrapped one arm around Castiel's waist and draping one of Castiel's arms over his shoulders. Dean's grip around Castiel's waist tightened as they began to hurry down the hall after Sam.
Kara quickly came into view wielding a knife in a very professional manner. It made Dean remember what she had threatened the thug about, back at the night club. While Gabriel and his amber wings flapped as both characters turned upon hearing the men's entrance, the dead body of Meg was strewn across the floor, but Alastair was nowhere to be seen.
"Castiel?" Gabriel said in a low voice as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Hey Gabriel. It's good to see you again, though I wish it was under better circumstances." Castiel tried to chuckle, but he felt the collar clench even tighter around his neck, causing him gasp and fall forward.
"Dean….Dean…. Dean. I won't let you take what's mine." Alastair's voice made the whole group tense.
Dean looked up and for the first time in his life looked up at his best buyer. The man who tortured angels, the man that had killed his mother. Dean felt the rage build up inside of him. He looked back at Castiel, who breathing was evening now that the collar had slackened slightly. He raced over towards the man, but quicker than a flash Dean was upon the floor with Alastair's fancy leather shoe pressing against his wind pipe.
Alastair grinned at the make shift group. "Step any closer and I crush his wind pipe." Sam squirmed slightly, but Kara reached out and gripped his arm preventing him from moving forward to attack the man. Gabriel looked down at his brother, who was silently pleading with him to do what the horrid man said and Gabriel complied. He remained where he stood glaring darkly at the man.
A few moments later Sam and Kara were stuffed into a separate cell from Gabriel, Castiel and Dean. Sam began to bang his fists upon the door screaming profanity as Kara used her hand to push her hair away from her face, while she then slowly began to pace the small confined space.
"What's he planning on doing to Castiel?" Sam suddenly finished yelling as he looked over to Kara, who momentarily stopped her pace to look directly into Sam's eyes.
"Nothing as bad as what he was planning to do to Dean." Her voice was low as she watched the horror spread across Sam's face.