F. Chapter 14

It was tiresome… Fight after fight with little rest or food- I was asking to be killed. My "master" was the actual problem. He refused to give me what I needed no matter how many times I explained that for me to put up a fight, I needed nourishment and not midnight wake-up calls. Apparently since I was half-angel, this idiot thought I was invisible and like full angels didn't need food or sleep. I was still half-human moron!

Sometimes I swear demons need a smack upside the head to get their facts right. Being a Nephilim sold into slavery, I couldn't believe it at first. After Lylith saying she had an idea for me, I didn't know it was this. She put me up for auction once she had some special bracelets that made me as harmless as a puppy- at least when chained down… I could still fight hand to hand extremely well. Some random demon, apparently a powerful one, bought me with the intention of using me to make him money in this thing called the Pit, a circle arena that had fifteen foot tall stone walls and was thirty feet wide- I could see why it was named after Hell's pit. The only way you walked out of that Pit is if you killed your opponent which I refused to do. Demon or not, I was not going to kill anything. So far, I had been able to get away with just exorcising the demon in the host, and I was allowed to leave. A point would come when the crowds of demons I fought in front of wanted blood, and I would not be allowed my abilities. Sadly, I couldn't escape either. In the Pit, my powers worked but not outside the arena, and the second I stepped out, the bracelets were put back on. Literally, I was a slave.

It also hurt that the brothers had yet to appear. I was sure after a few days of being captive that the boys would figure something was wrong and come back for me, but obviously, two weeks and counting, I was wrong. With the bracelets, I couldn't even listen in on the angels to see if the brothers were okay. Last I was able to overhear, the brothers had succeeded in protecting a seal. That made me feel a little better about my predicament.

Finally, I sighed with relief as bread was tossed into my cell. I glared up at the demon slave that chucked it in. At one point, I had tried bargaining with these things about escaping because who wants to be a slave. Our master scared the crap out of them though, so now no slave would even look at me. Grabbing my loaf of bread, I savored each bite and wanted to thank… right now, anything but God… I was still seething from the whole angel business, and I wasn't in the mood to really think about it.

"Eat up Nephilim," the slave spoke coming back to rest in front of my steel bars. The rest of my cell was solid stone. "You have a fight tomorrow."

"Rachel," I corrected for old times sake.

"Whatever you say Nephilim," he said before leaving my sight.

I finished my bread before curling on my side. This would be a good time to use my wings for body heat, but the bracelets even kept me from using those. I wrapped my arms around my legs and tried to fall into another fitful sleep. I dreamt of the same thing every night: the brothers showing up and getting me the hell out of here!

. . . .

Dean stepped out of the Impala… The two brothers had drove non-stop to Los Angeles. The elder hunter, at first, didn't believe Sammy when he explained what kind of trouble Rachel had gotten herself in. Even worse, that they found this bit of information from a demon and not from the "friendly, neighborhood angels." Dean was sure going to question Castiel the next time he saw the damn angel. They had promised the brothers that they would point Rachel in their direction, but they hadn't thought two weeks missing was wrong. It just irked the brothers.

Now the two were in the city of fallen angels searching for their enslaved friend. Ruby had given them a warehouse to check that sometimes led to the Underworld- which really was underground. This kept the noisy humans out and let the demons have all their fun. While the brothers wanted to just go in guns blazing, they were smart enough to step back and actually think of a plan this time around.

"We'll find her," Sam assured opening their newest motel door.

Of course, three figures stood inside- Suriel the closest, Uriel to her side, but Castiel was standing off against a wall. His face portrayed he was deep in thought. Both brothers felt like growling upon seeing the celestial beings.

"A lot of help you've been!" Dean snapped. "Forget about our third member?" He motioned with his hand to an empty spot beside him.

"We didn't know she had been captured," Suriel assured. "You forget we can't sense her."

"We are sorry we misled you," Castiel spoke from his leaning position.

Dean interrupted, "No you aren't. You knew Rachel was missing the moment you came to us, didn't you?"

Suriel sighed while holding up her hand to keep Uriel from going off on the brothers. She titled her head and took a single step forward. "We couldn't afford for you to be distracted from the seal."

"So you lie about our friend?" the elder hunter hissed. "She's been sold into slavery, did you know that?"

"We've recently discovered this."

"And were you going to tell us?"

This time Uriel spoke up. "No."

"Why the hell not?" Both brothers were upset, but Dean was known for shooting his mouth off in times like this. Sam had no problem letting his brother vent to these angels- it was a lot better than what he had in mind when he saw them again.

"She's a distraction," Suriel spoke slowly as if she hated her own words.

"You going to try and stop us then?" Sam finally asked wondering if that was the agenda for this midnight visit.

"No," Castiel said stepping beside his companions.

"Castiel has recently informed us that not only can Rachel overhear our conversations…"

Sam interrupted Suriel, "We're not letting you kill her."

"Let me finish Samual," Suriel continued. "But Gabriel has given us direct orders to now move and try to rescue Rachel."

"Why does Gabriel now care?" Dean remarked.

"We did not know this, but the day Rachel ran off, the arch angel spoke with her," Suriel sighed. "Even we can admit our mistakes. Gabriel feels she made one leaving the girl alone."

"Well then, do the angels have any brilliant plans to break into a demonic underground?" Dean crossed his arms in front of him.

"We might have one," Castiel replied, his eyes casted to the ground. Dean knew something was up with the angel that groped him tightly… gripped… This wasn't the time to be asking though.

"We need you to check out the warehouse for us first," Suriel admitted. "We can't get close enough without completely giving ourselves away."

"We were planning to do that anyway," Sam explained.

"We'll be around until you get back," Suriel responded before the angels disappeared with a flap.

Both brothers really wanted to just lie down, but right now would be the best time to check out the warehouse. Even if the demons were on the prowl, the hunters could maybe catch a glimpse of this fighting arena. At least the hunters were smart and changed up their clothing to be less conspicuous in a place full of demons. Dean made sure to even to hide his pendant underneath his shirt. While Sam actually tamed his hair, the elder decided not to spike it. Both wore sweatshirts that could cover their faces if the hood was pulled up.

The brothers found the warehouse fairly easily, but what was even easier was actually walking inside. Two or three demons stood near the front, but with a quick splash of holy water and few well placed punches, the lower ranked demons were out cold. What was unusual was the mark on each of their left arms- it was a brand of some sort.

"Let's just hurry up and get out of sight," Sam finally said.

Both brothers walked into the warehouse and quickly located a stairwell. Pulling up their hoods, the boys descended unsure exactly what they would be finding in this Underground.

. . . .

I felt a bone crack as I warmed up. Given only fifteen minutes… that's all the time I had to warm up my body, and I knew tonight's fight was going to be big. I had been told. Here in the Pit fights could not be thrown because it would mean your death. The winner of the fight got the most, and while the rest of the demons could bet, the owners could not. Apparently, demons thought of fair play, and the only way to piss off my master had gone out the window day one. Now, I did fight. I didn't want to die just yet.

"You got ten!" I heard a demon call from the hallway. It was only a matter of time now for me to get warmed up in the waiting cells. Now the question was, who was my opponent?

In the Pit, we were usually never given weapons unless the fighting was coming to a close. Demons liked blood even if it was their kin, and I knew that many demons would love to see my blood coating the walls. I had yet to lose a fight, and I had been here for more than two weeks; that's a streak in the Pit. The most damage I had taken thus far was a cut on my arm, and that was the first fight when I refused… I had learned my lesson outside the Pit.

"You're up Nephilim," the brute called. He stepped inside my cell, checking my bracelets before shackling me and dragging me up a ramp. Around me, I heard demons cheering… most for my throat to be slit. A few, on the other hand, understood that I was just born half angel, and they hated being chained as much as I did. Those wished me good luck.

Stepping into the ring was nothing new. Around me demons sat in chairs at the top of the arena out of reach of most demons, and when the gate closed, I wouldn't be able to reach them as well. Turning around, I allowed the guard to take off my bracelets before he quickly shut the door. The lock was in place, and my powers would only work inside this pit.

I stared at the gate for a moment longer, and then, I turned to look at my opponent… opponents… This was new. I usually didn't face three demons at once, but truthfully, I didn't care. Send one, three, a hundred… I'd take each one down.

The three middle-aged men waited for a quick speech from whoever was hosting the fight tonight. Obviously, this was the main event… Glancing up, I tried to catch a glimpse of the host tonight, and I wanted to strangle it.

"Lylith," I hissed under my breath.

"For the past two weeks, the Nephilim has gone undefeated," she announced grinning wildly as she did so. "Lets see if we can break that streak." I felt her eyes meet mine, and it pissed me off to no end. She was just messing with me, I knew that. The demons wanted me alive, and I wouldn't be allowed to be killed- at least I didn't think so… But as Lylith told me before she put me in this predicament, there are worse things than death.

"Begin."

The three demons rushed me- Fools. Raising a hand, I blew one demon back while jumping in the air. I punched one and landed a kick to the other. Regaining my footing, I waited for the next barrage of attacks. Was this a joke?

The idiots rushed me again. You'd think they'd learn that that wasn't working. Truly, this was just annoying. At least the other demons gave me a challenge, but this was just pathetic. I decided to do this the old fashion way until I could get the chance to exorcise them.

Grabbing one of the demon's wrists, I spun him and used him to block the next incoming attack.

"Ugh," I hissed while looking down at my arm. A dagger protruded. The third demon had a weapon, and now that I looked, all three of the demons had weapons. Well, at least this made things more interesting. Yanking the dagger from my arm, blood dripped down my arm, and I could hear the cheers around me. I just tossed the dagger uselessly aside; I didn't kill.

. . . .

"Dean," Sam gasped his eyes on the newly found pit. He wasn't sure what he was more happy to see; the fact Rachel was still alive or that Lylith was here. The youngest wanted to just walk over there and rip the demon's throat out.

"Sammy," Dean spoke grabbing his brother's arm. "We're surrounded by demons. We don't have a shot without getting ourselves killed and most likely Rachel as well." Oh the elder really wanted to go after Lylith… Kind of… The little girl truthfully scared the hunter, but for good reasons. She did, after all, sick hellhounds on him.

Tearing their eyes from the demon, both brothers watched in awe as Rachel decimated the demons with one hit… only to get stabbed in the arm. They cringed hearing the cheers around them, but they tried to ignore it. For the most part, they had to blend in as much as possible.

"Dean, look!" Sam tried again, pointing down to the fight.

. . . .

I pressed my hand against one demon, and I felt his pain in the ass go straight back to hell. The host fell to the ground dead. Pushing the other two away, I bent down and checked the human.

"Damn it," I cursed. He was dead; probably already was before this fight even started. It still sucked that I couldn't save the poor man.

"Don't forget about us!" one of them yelled coming at me again. I grabbed the idiot by his throat and lifted him from the ground until his feet dangled.

"Don't worry," I smiled. "I didn't." Pressing my palm to his face, I moved to exorcise this demon, but he gave a much larger struggle. I was panting by the time I could toss the body to the ground; another dead one, damn it.

"All alone," I teased facing the last demon who looked terrified. If he had the chance, I wouldn't doubt he would go running from this Pit.

"Please," he begged.

"I'm not killing you," I laughed. "I'm only sending you back to Hell."

I didn't want to waste anymore time in this arena, so I rushed the last demon. Fucker, I growled when he threw me against a wall. His eyes flashed red; I was dealing with an upper level here. He'd been playing with me the entire fight. Well that would explain why the other two were so easy to dispatch.

"I take it," I said through gritted teeth, "you were their master?"

"I couldn't help myself," he chuckled. "Not many get to face the power of a Nephilim of your degree."

"Well most regret doing it," I replied, waving my hand and slamming the demon against a stadium wall. "Shall we continue?"

The demon matched me punch for punch, and I couldn't get a shot in. Every kick was blocked, but on the good side, I was blocking his attacks just as easily. Bad side was that I was tiring from exorcising the last two. Right now, I just wanted to lie down and take a nap.

The crowd was dull noise, the blows were silent… All I noticed was the fight in front of me. To finish this, all I needed was one misstep by this demon. One single… There! I rushed in, wrapped my leg around his, and tripped him to the ground. Straddling his waist, I quickly cleansed his soul using my grace. It took much more energy than usual, but I got the job done.

Standing amongst the cheering crowd, I stood and glanced up to Lylith. A scowl was etched onto her features, and I could only smile. In my mind, I couldn't help but think, 'take that bitch.' I was not someone to underestimate.

"Winner," Lylith growled out, "Nephilim."

I knew the procedure. Walking back over to the gate, I held out my hands, and the guard immediately replaced the bracelets. I was as harmless as a puppy again. All the while though, I couldn't tear my eyes away from Lylith. The brothers could have been standing in this very arena, and I would not have noticed with Lylith here.

"Lets go," the guard hissed pulling me from the Pit.

. . . .

"Lets go," Dean whispered to his brother. "There's nothing we can do right now."

Both brothers dragged themselves begrudgingly from the Pit and headed back silently to their motel room. The two weren't shocked to see their angelic stalkers standing in the room waiting for them.

"What did you find out?" Suriel asked.

"That Rachel can hold her own in a fight," Dean joked.

"That she's surrounded by demons," Sam said on a more serious note.

"Lylith was there…"

The angels looked from one to another. "Thank-you. We don't need you doing anymore. We can handle the rest," Suriel spoke. The three disappeared again.

"Like hell we'll letting them," Dean said once they were gone. "What happened last time we let them handle something?" It was more rhetorical, but Sam answered nonetheless.

"Rachel was captured and was held for two weeks until we found out about it."

"Ideas?"

"A few…"

Chapter 15 Preview: Well both sides- angels and brothers- are making plans. While the brothers make plans to kill off Rachel's master, the angels' working is unknown. During all this, Rachel doesn't even have a clue she's been found. That is until she gets a visit from a certain demon that the brothers sent to gain more information.

OOC: Viola! The next arc has begun. Hope you guys are enjoying the ride so far. Review because it fuels my muse!

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