Blood and Name

Summary: WARNING: Spoilers to HP series and Supernatural up to Season 05 ep 10 "Abandon All Hope". Sequel to In Mac's Bar and Coming Home. Castiel Potter just started school. But in his family, school was never a safe business.

Category: Romance / Adventure

Pairing: Harry/Dean, Cas/Scorpius,

Author's Notes: One more piece… Thanks to everyone who took the time to review. T helps write each chapter. Thanks a lot!

Scorpius Malfoy had never been afraid in his life as he was at that moment. He had always known that standing by Cas would bring him trouble. And it always had. But this was a new kind of trouble. It wasn't bullies, nor cultural differences, nor crazy parents, nor angry teachers. That was a very true dungeon in which he sit, manacled to the wall, in chains. He barely could feel his fingers anymore, he had been tied up for so long…

Merlin, he really hated dungeons. Cold, humid and miserable. So inadequate to the times they were living. Why couldn't bloody wizards go up and let go of such ridiculous customs. If they had, he wouldn't be reminded that his father had a dungeon so similar to this one. He wouldn't remember the witch chair he kept there and all the other torture objects. His mother used to joke telling him it was to use on him when he was naughty. Sometimes he hated his mother. Well, he hated his father more so… All those memories only made him more creative when imagining what could be done to him in that place.

Weaker men would have repented of their choice to make friends with Harry Potter's son so long ago… When things were still uncomplicated.

But Scorpius would never, ever repent of his friendship with Cas.

He looked at Cas, then, leaning on the wall opposite to him. He was knocked out with a big purple bruise on his cheek; there was blood on the corner of his mouth too. He was chained to the wall much like Scorpius himself but around him there was this circle with runes he had never seen… And, it was an unusual happening since he was such an enthusiast about ancient runes… There were arithmetic calculi involved too and they were on the verge of insane. Like most of those numbers were only legends, old professors and ancient books talked about them as a passing memory of things long gone, forgotten and disused. The excessive use of the number six was a bit scary. Six was never a good number in arithmancy, especially when it was followed by a pair of other sixes. If that wasn't enough warning for him to keep his distance from that drawing the smell would have done it… More than the color, and the fact it was full of insects over it. It was putrid. It was biological. It was old blood. He had worked enough with blood to know old blood. And blood magic was NEVER a good sign.

He was afraid and worried about his friend and his life and there was this relentless sounds coming from outside the heavy wood and iron door. As if just outside, there was this chained up beast fighting its chains, howling for freedom so it could have them both for lunch. His stomach grumbled at that thought and he didn't know how long it was since he had had anything to eat.

Cas… Even though he worried about it all he worried so much about Cas. He didn't want to die without telling him how important he was to him. He didn't want his friend to think he hadn't seen his lustful looks, or his loving gazes. And most important, how they were mutual feelings.

Cas, like Dean, wore his heart on his sleeve. And, come on, Scorpius was known as the mind of that team as Cas was the heart, soul, muscle and magic. He loved his best friend, he knew that quite well. It would be silly to deny it. Cas had been his family, his best friend, the light in his darkness, the first human being to ever treat him as an equal instead of Lord Malfoy's son. He just hadn't thought of how to best approach that conversation. Bollocks, if he was to die he should at least be honest with himself. The truth was that he wasn't ready yet… He was afraid of loving Cas too much that he would die. What if his friend tired of him, or gave up their 'thing'? He wasn't sure he could take it and that would ruin their friendship and Scorpius didn't had any other friends. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about that no longer… He alone couldn't free them and the beast outside sounded pretty hungry.

He just wished Cas would wake up for a moment to hear what he had to say. At least he would die honest. In that moment, his only thought was of Cas. Maybe he could escape, he wished and prayed any deities that would hear to save Castiel.

His beautiful loving Castiel.

Castiel started waking up and felt the cold floor under him.

He woke up and felt the chains around his neck, around his writs. He woke up to the smell of urine, blood and crap around the cold humid place. Nothing new.

He wants to believe it's just a fucking dream. He wants tell himself he has a father and Dean and a brother and a best friend. That he went to school and talked to people. That he was loved. Before he even knew, he felt the warm liquid overflow his eyelids down his face. His brain was still too wired up to that life. It was 9 years since he was free and loved and had a family, but hell if you can forget 5 years of being told you are nothing but a beast. But a useless thing for hurting… Just for the fun of hearing it scream. Not even a lifetime of bliss could erase that place from his memory, could stop the conditioning. And in seconds he was that stupid small beast with no voice but for screaming, with no hands but those for revenge and violence.

A guttural sound of hate broke from his throat, a beastly sound. And with no other way but being what his memory told him to be, he cried in silence feeling inhuman and worthless, angry with himself for dreaming of freedom. He wrapped himself around himself for he had only his arms against the cold. All that happiness could only be a dream, after all. No one could love a little weak beast like him. Something that should be eradicated and tortured. Something that should be hated. Hated by the man. The man that beat him up, the man that hated him, that laughed at his suffering. The man in glasses that looked like his father, the father he loved so.

And knowing that only made him cry harder.

Sting was even more desperate then than he had been before Cas woke up.

His best friend was growling… Like a beast. And crying… Like a child. He had never seen his friend cry like that. He had never seen Cas as frail as he seemed at that moment and Sting couldn't even go to him. Hold him. Tell him it would be ok, even if he himself didn't believe it would. Tell him, he was loved. Cas had never needed him as he needed in that moment and there were chains holding him up. He wasn't an unreasonable man, but his very soul called to him to fight the chains and fight he did. He felt so useless against them but he couldn't take a crying Cas and do nothing. He then tried to talk to him, he screamed, he begged Cas to listen to him… But his friend wasn't there… He was lost, somewhere in a dark past he had no part of.

Any hope Scorpius still had was… Gone. And his despair was clear even to his own ears.

"Once again, Merlin, God, whoever is listening, please. Save us." His voice broke as he pronounced out loud. "Please." He begged, as the tears he no longer could hold stained his cheeks.

TBC…