"You can put the gun down, dearie, I'm not going to kill you...not anytime soon."
"Yeah, well, forgive me if I'm a little untrustworthy right now." Dean stayed on high alert, more than certain he was being led to a trap. But if it leads to Cas, then why not.
An angel had its arms out, as if offering to take their hands. Dean's eyes did not blink.
"Here's our ride." Jim placed his hand on top of the stone's hand.
"Um, no thanks, I'm not in the mood."
"Don't you want to see him, or not?" Jim raised an eyebrow at Dean, who was still trying to understand how one man can be this calm next to something so Damn creepy.
"I'll kill you if this doesn't work." Dean nervously put a hand down.
"Looking forward to it." As Dean looked to Jim, he blinked.
"Got him. Shall we?" Sherlock walked out of the TARDIS. John looked at the Doctor and Sam, shrugging, then followed.
They walked a couple of yards before Sherlock stopped suddenly. The Doctor ran into him.
"Sorry. Wasn't paying attention to where I was going." He laughed to himself.
"Did you find them?" Sam asked, confused, not seeing anything.
"Yes, but they seem to be back at Bodiam Castle."
"A castle? Really?" Sam was not buying it.
"Always one for the theatrics." Sherlock sighed.
John shuddered. He remembered how that angel grabbed him in the blink of an eye.
"Doctor?" Sherlock tried to get him out of his trance.
The Doctor shook his head. "Right then, back to the TARDIS."
Once they took off, Sam's curiosity once again got the better of him. "Doctor, I know it's been-"
"It's alright, Sam. I'm fine." Sam knew that answer better than anyone. Except Dean.
The Doctor thought back once again on all of the people he had failed in the past, and wished that this time could be different.
Dean heaved a little. This was way worse than traveling via Cas.
"And you play off as someone who's so tough. Look at you. Pathetic." Jim laughed.
Dean did not find him so funny. "Look, just show me where Cas is!"
"Ooo, so demanding." Jim led him through a door and down the stairs they went into the dungeon.
"Nice getup you got here. Dark, creepy, overly dramatic. It really suits you." Dean sarcastically complemented. It really was nasty. Like something Dracula would live in.
Jim did not acknowledge his jeer, but just kept walking. Two angels stood covering their eyes on either side of a huge wooden door. Torches could be seen inside, but Dean could not distinguish anything due to the very small window. Jim pulled out a key, slowly opening the door. The sound was deafening as it slammed wide into the inside wall.
Dean found it hard to swallow. "Cas?"
Cas was chained by both wrists above his head. His trenchcoat was discarded on the floor, discolored from what looked and smelt like dirt and blood. His eyes were bloodshot, cuts all over his face and body. Dean could tell they were deep because the shirt was more red than white. Sweat dripped off his nose and forehead. Angels were leering just outside of the light, fangs and claws threatening to attack again.
"Cas?" Dean ran up to him, cupping his face so he could look him in the eye. "Talk to me, are you OK?"
"Dean?" He swallowed, throat dry.
"How could this have happened in what, fifteen minutes?"
"The angels, they're very, very fast. I'm sorry, Dean."
Dean's face scrunched into rage. He turned around. "You son of a bitch!" He was cut off by an angel appearing in front of him. "What, so you're just going to hide behind your stone-cold bitches?"
"I just can't get over you, Dean, you are SO peculiar!" Jim walked from behind the angel and past Dean. "So cold, and hateful on the outside." Jim revealed an angel blade from his inside pocket then admired it in the moonlight, which seemed to be brighter here, like normal.
"You stay away from him! I'll-" Dean stopped when Cas cried in pain as Jim cut down his chest.
"Or you'll what?!" Jim screamed, eyes practically bulging out. "Stop me?!"
"Aaaaannngh!" Cas sucked in a sharp breath.
"No, no, you can't. My angels can kill you in a split second if you try anything."
Cas growled, his breathing becoming more labored.
"I'll do it! I'll bring you the Doctor!" Dean pleaded.
"Are you sure?" Jim cut again, the blade moving so slowly, it hurt Dean.
Cas started to pass out, but Jim slapped him on the cheek. "I'm not finished yet!"
"Dammit, Moriarty, just stop it! You've made your point!"
The blade traveled upwards to his chest, then finally stopped.
"Ngh!" When the blade left his skin, Cas panted, relieved it was finally over. Jim stepped back for a second, admiring hid work. He looked at the blood-stained blade.
"I think this is my best yet." He walked up to Cas then ripped the shirt off dramatically. "Oh! It's just beautiful, isn't it?"
Dean had no words. The letters carved into Cas sent his stomach into knots.
"Cas?"
A strange, but familiar sound caused them to look up in confusion.
"Oh, I guess you did keep your end of the bargain. All of that for nothing. This was fun. Oh Cas, darling." Jim caressed Cas's cheek. "I'm so sorry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Time Lord to collect." And with a snap of his fingers, the Angels and Jim disappeared.
"Cas!" Dean picked the locks as fast as he could. Cas collapsed, Dean catching him. "Don't worry, Doc has got just the thing to patch you up I'm sure. We'll..." Dean could not stop staring at Cas' chest.
"Dean, I'll...be...fine..."
"Let's just get you out of here." Dean tried to ignore Cas's moaning as he threw his arm over his own shoulder. They slowly made their way out.
"Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise, boys!" Jim walked out into the courtyard where the TARDIS had landed. "So sorry you missed the show."
"Let's just stop all of this before you do something you're going to regret." The Doctor reasoned.
"What, like you?"
"We can't just let you continue on like this." Sherlock said.
"Oh, I'm so scared." Jim threw his hands up to his mouth. "I just mutilated one of your most powerful allies, and what have you done? Wallowing in your self-pity, scratching your heads all the while. You know you can't stop me. You've just got a blue box that can fly around." Jim turned to look behind him. "Oh, there they are! My pretty boys!"
"Dean?" Sam and the others looked in horror at Dean half-carrying Cas towards them. He ran over to help.
"Sherlock." John whispered.
But Sherlock already saw. And it angered him.
"Look familiar?" Jim asked Sherlock, who stared at him.
"What exactly are you going for, here?" John stepped aside to let Cas and the brothers into the TARDIS.
Jim just smiled. "I want to burn you. I want to burn you all." He snapped his fingers again, two angels appearing on either side of the Doctor.
"Doctor..." Sherlock stared. John helped him.
"Nothing to see here. You two run along before I change my mind on letting you go."
"Not without him." John demanded.
"You know, John, Cas has suffered quite a bit from this angel blade. Moreso than any other means of torture I inflicted on him. Makes you curious, doesn't it? How incredible that being really is. It'd be a shame if he didn't receive immediate medical attention."
"Sherlock." John left his friend to help Cas.
"Sherlock?" Sherlock snapped out of it and looked at the Doctor. "Take the TARDIS, and go."
"I have to-"
"You can't save me...not right now." Sherlock stared at him for a moment.
"In the end, it's always just you and me, isn't it Sherlock?" Jim smiled. "I have enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse, but why don't you go on and play doctor. We'll be seeing each other very soon."
"Sherlock, he needs me alive, alright, just go." The Doctor looked sadly at Sherlock, who would not look at him as he turned and entered the TARDIS.
"I...owe...you..."
