WOAH GUYS! Sorry for that semi-ultimatum. I actually feel really childish and stupid for that, especially since there is NO WAY I will stop writing Supernatural stuff. I'm in too deep. Anyway, thanks for breaking that 100 reviews barrier! Feels great.

Also, I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I have 2 other Destiel stories on this account: New Neighbor, and Twelve Holidays. Both are more romantic than many of the chapters I write here. Feel free to check 'em out!

Final two chapters! Thanks for reading, you lovely ducks! Please stick around, read my future stuff! With this writing every day-kick I've started, ya never know, I may just write another Destiel story. (HINT: I WILL. Possibly a ten-chapter AU set coming out in the near future).

I mentioned the Nazgûl at one point. If you don't catch the reference, it's from the Lord of the Rings. Look 'em up.

November 29th
Prompt- Damsel in distress

Taken

Castiel was human for about two weeks when the cases ran dry.

There was nothing. Bobby had reported hunters across the country sitting back and watching football because nothing was happening.

Dean glanced at the former-angel in their backseat, "doesn't sound right..." He muttered as he hung up and tossed the phone to Sam. "Think it's got anything to do with ol' blue eyes having recently been de-clawed?"

"It does seem an unfortunate coincidence," Castiel asserted from behind the Winchester siblings.

Sam glanced back at the man with a thoughtful expression, "maybe not. I mean, it could just be-"

The car swerved, Dean rocking back as a large vehicle suddenly blocked their path. Sam hissed, sinking against the seat and yelling for Castiel to "buckle the fuck up!" The former-angel did so as quickly as possible, but stumbled seconds before the collision and ended up flying forward when they hit.

"Cas!" Dean shouted as the man soared against the windshield, colliding with the window and lolling back into their laps. Three tall men slammed their doors as they jumped from the looming truck, and Dean pressed his foot to the gas pedal, trying to reverse as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, a fourth man appeared behind the car, effectively stopping them in their tracks as he placed one steadying hand on the bumper.

"Give us the angel." One of the men muttered between blackened teeth.

Dean started, gripping Castiel's shoulder and shaking him gently, "not on your life! But, maybe we could offer some dental advice?"

"Dean!" Sam shouted, trying to force his brother away from the biting sarcasm that never got them into trouble.

A large hand suddenly broke free from under the restraining clock concealing the man from view. It smashed through the window spraying Dean with shattered glass, he coughed, turning away and shielding Castiel's unconscious form from the damage.

Sam tried to move to block the man's lunge, but he had already gripped both Dean and Castiel in his two large hands and thrust them from the car. Sam shouted as the man's fist collided with Dean's jaw. "Gonna take more than that to break me, Nazgûl!" He smirked against the blood running down his chin.

And then everything was going black, Dean was sliding to the ground. Sam tried to move, but another of the men was already pulling a fist back to force Sam into a similar sleep.

The brothers woke up without their favorite former-angel.

Dean woke up shouting, "Cas! Cas?!" Sam slid from the car slowly to avoid harming his already aching wrist, he patted Dean's back comfortingly as the man dug his fists into his eyes, "we failed him, Sammy! We fucking failed him! And now those assholes have him and we don't even have an inkling as to where they took 'em and-!"

"Dean, it's okay. We'll get him back."

Two days later found Dean without sleep, sitting and staring at blank pages as he tried to wrap his mind around the nonsensical words. "Dean, why don't you try to get some sleep?" Sam offered from behind the bright laptop.

"Not until Cas is back and safe!" Dean hissed, slumping onto the desk, "might as well be never..."

Sam tried to respond, but his mouth closed softly and he turned away, knowing there was nothing he could possibly say to lessen his brother's pain.

Dean tried not to cry. Really, he did. He put in his best efforts. First, he tried turning the laptop to porn whenever he felt that familiar twinge behind his eyes. The women on-screen only reminded him of Cas and the pizza man. "If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?"

Next he would immediately stuff his face with a burger when the tears tried to leak out. This didn't work, he realized slowly when he was suddenly surrounded by memories of that time Cas couldn't stop eating burgers for almost a week. "These make me... so happy."

His third attempt was the hardest and least effective. He was in the shower when the tears behind his eyes started banging against the walls, bearing all their weight down in the struggle for release. He pushed his back against the wall and sighed lowly, trying to count down from ten in order to remain calm. Then, suddenly his mind was flooded with that instance when Cas had pushed him against the wall, yelling something how he "gave everything for you! And this is what you give me-!?"

The tears, having loosened the wall, fell freely from his eyes as he covered the green irises with his hands. Still bent upon hiding his pain from the world.

Then, five days after the kidnapping, they found a trail.

"Dean, sleep. Seriously. I can drive!" Sam was saying, glancing nervously at the road swerving around in front of them.

"Not on your life, Sammy!"

They found him hung from the rafters of the building like Jesus fucking Christ. He was stapled there, the trench coat draped across his shoulders in a mocking of his normal form. The ropes tied around his wrists held like Dean wouldn't believe as he tried in vain to tug the former-angel down.

He was drenched in blood, bruises, and new scars. His eyes held only a fraction of the blue Dean used to know.

The fight was hell, but Dean and Sam came out on top, only receiving one bullet through Sam's shoulder, and a twist of Dean's ankle in the process. Both men stumbled toward the angel, cutting his wrists free with the axe their still-mysterious opponent had wielded.

The man fell forward, Dean catching him in his arms as if he weighed nothing, and he very well might have given that he did weigh significantly less than either Winchester.

"Dean..." He gasped, his throat dry and hoarse from so little use.

"Shhh... Cas, we'll get you some water." He sent a look Sam's way and the man scurried off to do just that. "Don't talk, you'll hurt yourself."

"No, Dean..." Cas tried again, moving to sit up before Dean pushed him back with a scowl of frustration, "They were here for you."

"We know, Cas. It was some kind of trap, blah blah blah. Case closed."

"But, Dean-"

"I'm sorry they had to take you." Dean gasped out, worry still written in the lines marking his face and eyes.

"I do admit, I was surprised." Cas nodded, "I assumed it would be Sam."

Dean smirked darkly, then hissed, "I missed you, ya know."

"Well, it could only be assumed from the fact that it was I who was taken that-"

"Shut up, you idiot." Dean muttered before swooping down to lock lips with the fallen angel.