Reposting because there was a minor mistake someone pointed out to me and, well, it was bugging the hell out of me so I fixed it! Lol!

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Chapter 21

Castiel could feel Dean's screams and suffering deep inside of him. The pain was so intense that it literally dropped the angel to his knees and sent tears streaming down his cheeks. He could hear Dean scream for him, the desperation in his voice cutting through Castiel like a knife. He could feel Dean's fear with every fiber of his being and the angel wanted nothing more than to take his former lover in his arms and reassure him that he would make everything alright.

But he knew it was a trap.

Castiel knew there was no way the demons would have kept Dean so well hidden only to allow him to reveal his location during a time when he would most likely call for his angel. He knew that Jasper was far too smart to make such an error. They wanted Castiel to locate Dean. They wanted Castiel to come for him.

The angel buried his face into his hands, overwhelmed with both the choice he had to make and Dean's emotions that flooded his mind. He knew Jasper's powers had grown exponentially during his time in Hell, his thirst for revenge only serving to fuel him on. Castiel knew the demon had carefully planned his attack and would eliminate any possibility of Castiel having any opportunity to defeat him.

It was a suicide mission. He couldn't hope to win this on his own.

But he couldn't leave Dean there to suffer and die at the hands of this monster. Castiel would sooner throw his own life away than allow that to happen.

He pulled out Dean's cell phone from his pocket. He had kept it with him in case Bobby or Sam needed to contact him. But now he would need it to contact them. He dialed Bobby's number and held the phone to his ear. Finally, Bobby's gruff voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Bobby. It's me. I've located Dean."

"Where is he?"

"Spirit Lake, Iowa. In an abandoned warehouse."

"I'll get there as soon as I can."

"He won't be alive by then. He's already dying."

Castiel heard the line go silent for a moment before Bobby finally cleared his throat.

"So what do I do?"

"Get a hold of Sam and Amanda and all of you come out here. I will go in alone. I may be able to buy us some time."

"Castiel… this is a trap. I can feel it in gut."

"I know."

"Can you take them on your own?"

"It's highly unlikely."

"Damn it, Castiel! Dean wouldn't want you to throw everything away for him like this!"

"Dean no longer has a choice in what actions I take now. I will not stand by any longer. Get here as soon as you can."

Castiel hung up the phone and turned it off. He slipped it back into his pocket as he arrived at the warehouse, his face a picture of determination. As he approached the building he could smell the stench of demons everywhere. He could see the symbols painted on the outside walls that would provide the demons with protection. Castiel knew that he would be able to walk inside, but would not be able to walk back out without great difficulty.

As he walked along the outside of the building he heard a soft whimper. He turned and saw a large metal vent that came from inside. The sobs echoed through the vent. Castiel realized the crying was a female's, probably Brandy's.

And then he had an idea.

Touching the vent with his right hand Castiel carefully unscrewed the cover with his powers and set it aside. He then closed his eyes and in his mind traveled the length of the vent to where it opened into a small room. He saw Brandy in the corner as well the body of another girl. He carefully loosened the screws holding the vent in place, but not removing them entirely. He didn't want the demons to know his plans.

Once satisfied Castiel continued to the door and, taking a deep breath, walked inside. As he made his way down the corridor he could hear the muffled moans coming through a doorway. Castiel entered into a large room where he saw Dean sitting tied down to a wooden chair. Castiel's stomach dropped as he almost could barely recognize the hunter. Dean's face was swollen, bruised, and bloodied. His head lolled to the side as he was too weak to hold it up. Dean's hands were swollen almost twice their usual size and bruised as well. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only a pair of blood-soaked jeans. As Castiel drew closer he could hear Dean's shallow gasps for air as well as low moans of pain.

On the floor surrounding Dean's chair Castiel could see a multitude of various inscriptions that he was quite familiar with. He knew once he stepped into that area he would be weakened severely. He would still have his powers, but he would be limited.

Dean let out another whimper of pain and that was all it took for Castiel to make his choice. He slowly approached Dean and knelt before him, cupping his cheek gently with his hand.

"Dean," Castiel said quietly, rubbing his thumb gently across Dean's cheek. "Dean, look at me."

Dean's eyes fluttered open for a moment, staring blankly at Castiel before closing again. Castiel looked around the room for any signs of Jasper, but all was quiet. He knew it was only a matter of time before Jasper showed up, but he knew he had to try and help Dean first. There wasn't enough time, nor did he have the strength to heal Dean fully, but he could at least clear Dean's mind. Leaning forward he barely brushed his lips against Dean's and sent his healing powers into Dean's open mouth.

At first, Dean didn't respond. But after almost a minute Castiel felt Dean begin to lean towards him. Castiel gently pulled away and held Dean's face with both hands. Dean blinked a few times, obviously confused. Then he looked at Castiel and his eyes widened in horror.

"No," Dean croaked as he weakly shook his head. "No."

Castiel smiled gently. "It's alright, Dean. I'm here. Everything will be alright."

Dean tried to shake his head, tears filling his eyes.

"No… you… shouldn't… be… here…"

Castiel shook his head. "But I am, Dean. Have faith. Everything will be fine."

The tears began spilling down Dean's cheeks.

"Trap… it's a trap…"

Castiel smiled ruefully at Dean and leaned close to whisper in Dean's ear.

"I know, Dean. I know it is. I need you to stay strong, though, and trust me."

He carefully slipped the cell phone out of his coat pocket and slid it Dean's front jean pocket.

"You need to give this to Brandy and tell her to go out the vent," he whispered quietly into Dean's ear. "She can use it to call Bobby so she can tell him where we are."

Dean looked fearfully at Castiel who merely smiled gently back.

"Have faith, Dean."

"Well well well. Isn't this touching?"

Castiel turned. There in the doorway stood Jasper, smirking at them. Behind him stood the other two demons glaring furiously at him. Castiel calmly rose to his feet and stood protectively in front of Dean.

"I'm here, Jasper. You have what you want. Let Dean go now."

Jasper chuckled. "Let Dean go? Why would I do that? That would certainly not be any fun. You see, I want to see the look on his face as he watches his precious little angel die in front of him. Well… among other things."

The demon stepped forward and looked menacingly at Castiel. He raised a hand in the air.

"Sic 'em, boys."

The two demons let out low guttural growls as they simultaneously leaped through the air and tackled Castiel, knocking him to the ground. Castiel knew instantly that he was outnumbered as he hit the floor. He heard Dean yell his name and struggle feebly against the bonds holding him to the chair. Castiel tried to escape the demons' hold, but knew deep down that it was impossible.

And then he felt something go around each of his wrists and click shut.

Instantly Castiel felt his powers drain from him. He didn't have to look at his wrists to know what Jasper had done to him. He knew he was trapped. He knew that there was no chance of escape on his own.

Jasper laughed and grabbed Castiel by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him up to his face.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," Jasper sneered in Castiel's face. "I have been waiting for this day for a very long time!"

Castiel glared back at him and a small smile touched his lips.

"You will regret this," Castiel said in a low, warning tone. "You will be struck down for your transgressions. The suffering you have experienced before will be nothing in comparison for how you will suffer in the future."

Jasper cocked his head for a moment, as if considering Castiel's words. Then he smiled and whispered in Castiel's ears.

"I assure you, it will be most worth it to watch you and your little bitch suffer."

Jasper shoved Castiel to the ground and looked over at Dean who was still trying to struggle free. He sneered in disgust at him.

"Get him out of here. I need to prepare this angel for the next game."

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OK, do not watch the movie "Karla" when you're trying to write stuff like this. That movie is seriously screwed up and I do not like seeing my sweet little Angel-Man acting like that! I need to go back and watch the clip of him and Dean in the whorehouse just to make myself feel better! : (

Anyway, yes, I'm leaving you another cliffy. Gotta keep you wanting more! Keep the feedback coming because I do enjoy reading it! Love ya, guys! : )