Author's Note: I've decided no pairings because that was what the majority wanted. Plus, I suck at writing romances.
CHAPTER TEN: When All Is Lost
"Comfortable boys?"
Dean scoffed at the King's comment seeming as though they were the farthest from comfortable.
The Knight had the same gold chains that were a pain in his ass before wrapped around each wrist extending to the walls, having his arms spread out to form a T.
Cas on the other hand was strapped to a metal chair, angel warded handcuffs binding his wrists.
The angel's brows were furrowed in hatred as he glared at Crowley.
"Touchy today." The King quipped. Pulling an angel blade from his coat pocket the former crossroads demon approached Castiel, turning slightly to face Dean.
"I know what your plan here is Crowley and let me save you some time; I don't give a shit about him. Hell, kill him for all I care. But let's not waste each other's time." The eldest Winchester smirked as his gaze never wavered from his capturer.
"I guess we'll see won't we squirrel." With one last smug look to the Knight, Crowley shoved the angel blade through Cas' shoulder.
….
"What do you mean 'they're gone'? Meg asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I mean they're gone. Crowley took them." Sam explained, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"He took Cas too? What's the point?" The demon's voice hitched at the end which she tried to cover up with a cough.
The hunter shook his head, wiping a tired hand down his face. "It's Crowley. There's always a point."
Meg shrugged, knowing Sam was right. "So what's the plan?"
The youngest Winchester looked at the demon with confusion. "What makes you think I have a plan?"
Meg scoffed. "Don't you Winchester's always have a plan?"
Sam rolled his eyes before they widened. "I've got a plan."
"Great! What is it?" Meg asked, fake excitement in her voice.
"You're not going to like it."
….
The scene would've been unbearable for Dean if he was human.
One of his worst nightmares had come true.
In all his life he would never want to see Sam or Cas tortured on account of him.
But, Dean wasn't human.
Instead he watched as Crowley cut and sliced into the angel with a look of boredom plastered on his face.
That was, until Castiel started speaking.
"Dean, I know you're in there. I just want you to know I forgive you. For everything."
"Dean, once Sam cures you, just know it's okay."
The Knights heart began to ache as he watched the angel try to reach what little humanity was left inside of his twisted soul.
The past week traces of humanity had been showing up but that was after starting from rock bottom.
There was a cage match going on inside Dean's head as he struggled with trying to control the flood of emotions bombarding the mental walls he had built. He didn't want to remember all he had done. He didn't want to feel anything. He didn't want to relive all the innocent people he had killed the past month.
He just didn't.
Not even two weeks ago there was nothing left inside the eldest Winchester to try and reach.
And now there was, which couldn't have happened at a more inopportune time.
And then the walls crumpled down.
"Cas…" The sound that came out of the Knight was of a broken man who doesn't want to be a bother to those he cares about anymore.
The angel's eyes lit up with hope as his blue gaze met Dean's green.
"Dean-" Castiel started.
Crowley smiled as he waltzed over to Dean patting his cheek roughly. "Now we're getting somewhere. What do you say Dean? Let's stop wasting each other's time." The King spoke, using the same reasoning as the Knight had earlier.
The eldest Winchester's pain stricken features glanced back and forth from his best friend and Crowley.
Dean's gaze hardened as he forced his eyes away from Castiel to glare at the King. "Fine you son of a bitch. Just stop." He spat, yanking on his restraints.
The Knight spared a glance at his friend and saw the hope drain out of them. Cas knew once Dean was under the King's thumb, there'd be no going back. No curing.
"That's what I like to hear."
…...
"You lost me. I think you have me confused with the other demon you were friends with." Meg said, backing up from Sam.
"Come on, Meg. We don't have time to go out and find some other poor bastard. I just need this much." He said, tossing a cup at her.
Catching it, the demon looked at it with disgust as she pulled a small blade from her boot. "You owe me."
….
It all had happened so fast.
One minute Castiel was staring at Dean, trying to make him understand that he didn't have to sacrifice himself for the umpteenth time in his life.
Crowley was laughing as he patted Dean's cheek and made his way over to the distraught angel, breathes coming in short pants. The King had left an angel blade lodged in his shoulder and with the cuffs on his power was cut off, making him unable to heal himself.
But then Dean winked.
It was so quick Cas had almost missed it. But he saw the slight rise of the Knight's lip and the motion of his eye indicating that he had indeed, winked.
Dean had a plan.
…...
TBC
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