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Chapter Twenty-One: Game Over

It had been three days since the accident and every last moment was hell.

"You really are beginning to bore me my dear. Not even screaming anymore. Have you finally realized that no one is going to save you?" The sting of acid on her skin made her whimper. "Come on dearest…scream for him. Scream for him to help you."

A gentle pressure began to grow inside her mind. She knew what was going to happen. Alastair would increase the pain until she was forced to scream.

"I don't want to play anymore." She rasped out. He chuckled before crouching down beside her.

"If you want to be free then you'll scream." She had him.

"Deal." She murmured. He frowned realizing the trap she'd set for him. Realizing that the tables had turned made him angry. The scream echoed throughout the warehouse and he exhaled heavily. The game was over. He'd have to let her go. Suddenly the demon smiled.

"You want freedom? I'll give you freedom." The scene around her began to melt and for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past 72 hours she fell into unconsciousness.

He could feel her again. Castiel almost smiled with relief. The pain she was in was immense and he knew that the emotional damage would take years to heal…if it ever did. He closed his eyes and focused.

When he reappeared he found himself in the middle of a heavily wooded area. She was broken and bloody at his feet and he pulled his coat from his shoulders as he knelt down. He covered her nakedness and touched her face. Pain filled him. It was so strong that even after he'd broken contact with her he could feel it. A tearing sensation deep in his chest frightened him.

"Help." The broken word had his hands on her face again. He flooded her with energy and healed not only the external wounds but the internal as well. He looked at her hands to find the fingers were broken at odd angles and the wrists seemed limp. A quick moment of concentration showed him that Alastair had shattered her hands on several occasions. He quickly repaired them before lifting her into his arms.

"Hush little one…you are safe now…you are in the hands of one of Gods angels." He whispered to her. He could feel her shaking with exhaustion and knew that she was probably too afraid to fall asleep. "Go to sleep Gemma Schuster, demons will no longer haunt you." He relaxed as the stiffness in her body ebbed.

The flight to the Winchesters' location was a long one. Her body was healed but Castiel was still worried that he might harm her by moving so quickly with her. When he entered the motel room he couldn't see anyone. He heard the shower going and his keen angel senses told him that the younger Winchester was present.

"Castiel…" The softness in Gemma's voice made Castiel angry. How could anyone hurt such a precious being, even if they were a demon from Hell?

"I'm here Gemma." He murmured. She was still wrapped in his long coat and he felt slightly guilty about leaving her with only Sam to protect her.

"Don't leave me…" Her head lolled to the side as she fell once again into the darkness of sleep. The sound of the bathroom door opening was Castiel's cue to leave.

Sam barely caught a glimpse of the angel watching over what appeared to be a mass of blood-stained skin and matted hair. As he got closer he paused. Forgetting he was only dressed in a towel he sat down on the bed next to the presumed dead Gemma.

"Gemma, is it really you?" He asked softly. She was breathing and from what he could see any wounds she might've had were gone. He smiled and gently pushed a matted mass of hair from her face.

"Sam…" The sighed word was soft but he still managed to catch it.

"Can you hear me?" He asked her. She looked so pale and weak. If he didn't know better he would've called EMS.

"Shower…so dirty…help me…" Her eyes were half closed but he could tell she was awake.

"We should wait for Dean and Emily…they'll be back soon…" He told her. She shook her head slowly.

"Please…Sam…" He felt her hand on his and the pleading look in her eyes was one he couldn't ignore. She'd just spent three days with Hell's own professional torturer. Who was he to deny her a simple request to wash the blood from her skin and hair?

He lifted her carefully and carried her into the bathroom. He gently set her down in the still damp bathtub. Dean would definitely kill him for what he was about to do but he couldn't help her wash off three days worth of blood if she was covered in Castiel's coat. He helped her out of it and started the water before leaving the bathroom to put some pants on. His chest was smeared with blood from her hair and he quickly realized that he was going to need another shower.

Sam Winchester made his way back into the bathroom and quickly thanked God for removable showerheads. There was no way in hell that Gemma would've been able to stand up for a shower and this way he wouldn't have to touch her as much.

He first washed her hair. It took him a good twenty minutes to get enough blood from it to even think about putting in shampoo. Once he got some of Emily's shampoo lathered into the damaged locks everything went quicker. After about another fifteen minutes Gemma's hair was clean. Sam then set to working on her face. The blood was caked into her eyebrows and it took some scrubbing but from the chin up she started to look a little less like Carrie. It also helped that she had started to wake up a bit more and she had gathered enough strength to soap up the rest of her body. Sam still hosed her down with the shower head but he felt a lot less guilty about the situation since he didn't have to touch her to get her clean.

After a total of 87 minutes of scrubbing, lathering, rinsing and repeating Gemma looked human. Sam quickly helped her into a towel and had her sit on the toilet seat while he went to find one of Dean's shirts.

As he was pulling out a black Metallica t-shirt with a sizeable bullet hole in the sleeve the door to the motel room opened and in walked Dean and Emily with lunch and beer.

"Sammy…why are you covered in blood…and why are you digging through my clothes?" Dean asked putting down the take-out Chinese.

"Sam!" The call from the bathroom had the slightly smug grin on Dean's face turning into a full on scowl. Emily had dropped the twelve-pack of beer and was half-way through the bathroom door before she started to shriek.

"Oh my fucking God! You're alive…Gemma you impatient bitch!" Dean had made his way to find Emily had wrapped herself around a barely covered Gemma before he turned to look at Sam.

"You're hurting me Emily…" Gemma groaned out. Emily immediately put distance between her and Gemma. "And why am I an impatient bitch?"

"Because you couldn't wait to be rescued…I mean really what princess can't even wait for her knight in shining armor to rescue her?" Emily demanded giddy with delight at seeing her friend safe and sound.

"Did you check her?" Dean asked Sam watching Gemma carefully.

"For what?" Sam questioned.

"Did you lay the silver and iron on her? Splash some holy water in her face?" Dean clarified.

"I got out of the shower and was coming out to get dressed when I saw Cass watching her while she was passed out on your bed. I assumed since an angel brought her in here that I didn't have to test her." Sam said irritably.

"Cass brought her in?" Dean shook his head before turning around and kicking his duffle bag. "Why didn't you call me?"

"Because I told him not to." Dean's gaze fell to Gemma who was wrapped in only the towel. "I didn't want you to see me like I was."

"And how was that?" Dean demanded.

"Covered head to toe in my own blood, hair so matted and tangled that it's a fucking miracle that I don't have to shave my God damn head!" She bit out bitterly. Dean spun around and grabbed his jacket before heading to the door. "Where are you going?" Gemma asked.

"Out." Dean grumbled.

NEXT TIME ON FOR THE LOVE OF A HUNTER…

Emily goes off with Dean leaving Sam and Gemma alone. Will Sam be able to get the full story from Gemma or will she bottle up her trauma and let it tear her apart? Will Dean, get drunk enough to dull the pain? A strip bar and more so stay tuned for Chapter Twenty-Two I'M NOT GOING TO BE OKAY!