Castiel slowly opened his eyes. He found himself in a large room holy oil fire surrounding him. "Where am I?" he asked out loud. He tried to move and realize that his arms were tied to the chair he was sitting in. He tried to move them and was unable to most likely the restraints had sigils on them.

The demon from earlier appeared in front of him. "Hello there Castiel, my name is Alacastor." He gestured around the area. "Welcome to our parlor."

Castiel looked around studying the room. He realized his arms were hand cuffed to a chair with sigil cuffs. "What do you plan on doing to me?"

"You don't waste any time do you?" The demon laughed. "See Castiel or can I call you Cas?" He asked and the angel glared at him. "If looks could kill my angelic friend," The demon grinned. "See my blue eyed friend you have something I want."

"What would that be?" Castiel asked. The demon more than likely was going to torture him for information on the Winchesters. Castiel would never give precious secrets about his friends this demon had the wrong idea.

Alacastor smirked almost as if he knew what the angel was thinking. "Sorry boy I have no interest in the Winchesters. What I want is you." He walked around Castiel as if assessing him. "See I'm a demon on the up and up. When I was a human I dabbled in the black arts and well I have a spell you see," He stopped in front of Castiel. Alacastor expanded his arms as if he was welcoming someone. "A fantastic spell and well it calls for somethings that's been hard to come around in the last few centuries." A donned his sickening grin and leaned forward grabbing Castiel by the jaw. "See the spell calls for the blood of an angel and feathers. Now I know what you're thinking 'but I'm a fallen angel' it doesn't matter, dear one, I just need your celestial blood." The demon looked over to the woman beside him. "This is Ella she's one of the hunters I hired to help capture you. She's going to be helping us today."

The woman named Ella walked over to Castiel. She drew an angel blade out of her jacket. "Hope you don't mind me borrowing this." The young woman walked over to him and behind the chair. She sat a small bowl down and drug the angel blade across Cas's arms.

Cas flinched as the white hot pain surged through his arm. He bit his lip trying not to show pain as the female squeezed his arms to get more blood out.

"Don't worry we won't let you bleed out." She said hate dripping from her voice. "You're far too valuable for that."

"Well since you'll be busy with that. We are going to leave you to it. I'd tell you not to escape but," the demon said with a shrug.

Cas jerked at his bonds. His arms stung from being cut by the angel blade. The blood dripped down his arms making them feel sticky and slick. He wondered if he could free himself if he kept trying. The blood could in theory make it easy for him to get his arms free. He jerked his arms the bonds seemed to only tighten. He tried to summon his grace to heal his sore arms or at least dull the pain but all he felt was a small flicker then nothing. No he couldn't heal himself. Anger boiled up within him for a second until he heard a familiar voice.

"Cas, I know you're in a bad spot but I promise we are coming for you." He heard Dean pray

"Dean." He whispered. He pulled on his bonds again only to feel them tighten even more. Frustrated he hung his head back and said out loud. "Dean I hope you can find me."

Back at the motel, Dean was staring at the table lost in thought.

"So what we know is this group is grabbed Cas." Said Sam as he looked at his laptop, "And no leads." They had traced Castiel's cell to a parking lot in the middle of nowhere. Found it but no angel

Bobby frowned as he sat his phone down. "Well Rufus doesn't know anything." The older hunter frowned and readjusted his hat. "I'm running out of contacts over here."

"If people are buying monster parts for spells you'd think someone would have heard about someone looking for an angel or something." Sam looked at his computer and frowned. "It would be easier if we knew what type of spell they were doing."

"Maybe we are going about this wrong maybe someone grabbed Cas for revenge." Stated Bobby as he flipped through his contact book

"Revenge for what?" Demanded Dean

Sam almost jumped Dean had been sitting there looking lost in thought for so long. Blinking he thought about what Bobby said. "Well he might have a point. Cas isn't exactly winning employee of the year in heaven."

Bobby frowned wondering who he should try next. "Some other hunters aren't real happy you guys are running with an angel." He said

"Like who?" demanded Dean glaring at Bobby

The older man glared at him. "Ain't like I got names you idjit, I just heard from other hunters." He sat down his book. "Listen boys news travels fast in our world you guys know that. About everybody has heard about you guys now. Didja ever think that maybe some other hunter out there would want their own angel?"

Dean glared at him. "Damn it Bobby it's not like that! We don't own him he's our friend he's like… a brother to us."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah besides we don't control Cas. Hell he choose to stay with us it's not like we made him."

"I know that, you guys know that doesn't mean they know that. But," He picked his contact book back up. "Sam might be on to something. If we can figure what type of spell they are trying to do then that might lead us to them."

"Like if they are casting a spell to control Cas or summon and angel?" asked Sam. He closed his laptop getting tried from staring at the screen for hours straight. "But is there even a spell that can do that?"

"No idea." Bobby shrugged in frustration. "The only person who could probably clue us into the spell is the one that's missing."

"There might be someone else though." Sam said

"Oh do you want to share it with the class or are you going to make us guess?" Frustration was clear in Dean's voice.

Sam looked up from his laptop. "Crowley."

"Ugh!" Dean yelled in annoyance. He got up from his chair. "That lying scheming son of a bitch Crowley, you want to ask him?"

"Well," Sam started then looked at his older brother. "Crowley does seem to know a lot about magic plus he did help us out before."

"Yeah to save his own skin." Dean said in a huff. They didn't need to summon that dirt bag they needed to find Cas. He frowned what if Sam was right though

"Dean, Sam has a good point. I mean I ain't exactly in a hurry to deal with his smug ass either but I think this is too big for us. We need help and we got to find Cas fast I don't see a lot of other options here."

Dean frowned. He was worried for his friend. Worried that he was being tortured, hurt and bleeding, maybe even scared. He felt a sharp pain in his head and his arm burned. He reached up and grabbed his arm. A voice called out to him. "Dean help me." He blinked it sounded like Cas. But it couldn't have been he doesn't have angel radio. His arm stopped burning. It must have been the guilt that must have been it. Cas went to hell to save him and returned once more to save Sam from the cage. He knew he had to do whatever possible to save the angel. "Fine let's do it."

Bobby nodded in agreement. "Alright. I'm going to get everything for the summoning." And with that he left.

Sam looked over to his older brother. Dean looked stressed. He knew Dean always felt he had to take on the weight of the world on his own. "Dean," he started very quietly.

The older Winchester looked up at him. "Yeah Sammy,"

"Are you okay?"

Dean let out an annoyed huff. Sam was always trying to psychoanalyze him like he was he's therapist or something. He bite his lip briefly. Was he alright? No, he's best friend was grabbed by who knows what, and who knows what they were doing to him. They had to contact a demon for help and not to mention the weird ass headache he just had. He shook his head shoving his feelings deep inside and said. "Yeah Sam, I'm fine."

Sam glared at him. He can tell his brother is lying. "Dean,"

"Sam don't, we don't have for this crap, okay. We need to find Cas." He got up from the chair he was sitting in. He marched to the bathroom hoping he could clear his mind with cold water. He turned on the sink and splashed water on his face. His arm began to burn again. He reached out and touched it. "Help me!" Dean gasped it was like the air was sucked out of his lungs. He clung to the sink. Seriously was he so worried he was hearing Cas's voice?

"Dean?" Sam called sounding worried

"It's fine Sammy." He responded.

About that time Bobby came back in the motel room. "Okay it pains me to say this but let's summon a demon."

Castiel tried again to free himself with no luck. The wounds were stinging badly. He feared blood loss or even a possible infection if the wounds weren't dealt with soon. The sigils on the bonds were slowly draining his grace. He tried to clear his mind as anger and panic swelled within. He knew the Winchesters were coming for him. He knew there had to be some way he could reach out to them. He's grace was getting depleted though. He had tried twice to call for help and each time just drained his grace. He was unsure if Dean could even hear his calls for help. Anger and frustration took over and he let out a scream.

"My, my young angel,"

Castiel looked up to see the demon Alacastor walking up to him followed by the human Ella and a man.

Alacastor looked over his shoulder at one of the humans. "Do me a favor stop the angel's bleeding. We don't want him to bleed to death."

The young man nodded and headed over behind Castiel.

Castiel could feel the bandages being applied to his sore arms. He looked up at the demon. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Alacastor smirked. It was the most vile and evil smirk Castiel had seen a demon were before. "Just a little spell work my friend. You like helping people don't you? Bring me his blood."

The woman picked up the bowl and brought it to the demon. The demon poured the blood into a jar but left some in the bowl. He waved his hand over it and chanted a few magical words.

Castiel felt shearing pain at his back near his wings. He tried to contain a scream but failed. The lights around them flicked and two of them bust. He felt like he was on fire like something was ripped from his very being.

"Stop screaming." Said Alacastor. Smirking again he clearly was enjoying this. The demon took an appraisal of the humans working with him. "Ella, Chris are you two still breathing."

Ella rubbed her ears and frowned. "My ears are ringing but I'm good. He broke his bonds though is that okay?"

"This spell will render him useless for a while. Plus we have sigils on the chair he isn't going to be at full power for some time."

The human named Chris shook his head. "I got hit with one but I think I'm okay."

Castiel shook his head trying to get his brain to focus. He didn't know what type of spell hit him all he knew was that he was in pain. He felt something touch his wings. Wait wings, those should be on the other plane. He looked over his shoulder and saw that his wings were out.

"Yes it's a nice little spell I have." Said Alacastor, "Okay kids get as many feathers as you can." The demon disappeared right after he finished that sentence.

Castiel glanced around and seen the humans picking up all the feathers that were on the ground. "You humans are making a grave mistake."

"Is that a threat?" asked Chris

"Alacastor is a demon. Demons are not to be trusted. Whatever he offered it's at the cost of your soul."

The two humans laughed. "Yeah because you angels are so trust worthy." responded Ella

"Please, if you let me go I can," but Castiel was interrupted.

"We don't have enough feathers. We need to pluck some." Said Chris

"Don't do this you're making a mistake." Castiel said. Next thing he knew he felt shearing pain in his wings. He tried to pull them away from them and Ella grabbed ahold of one.

"Hold still damn it!" she yelled

Castiel kept trying to get his wings away from the humans. The pain was unbearable. He let out another scream. He had to get ahold of the Winchesters somehow. "Dean! Sam!" He screamed.

"Scream all you want angel they won't come for you." Said Chris with a sick laugh

It would take almost all his grace but he had to try again he had to reach out to his friends. He dug deep into his soul finding the part of his grace that was a part of him and Dean's profound bond. Surely he could use this surely it could help. He closed his mind trying to ignore the pain and reached out as far as he could to him.

The Winchester brothers had just wrapped up the summoning spell.

Standing in the room now was Crowley. "Oh hello boys, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The demon looked around the room. "Where's feathers flown off to?"

"We need your help." Sam said

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "You need my help?" he scoffed. "Why don't you ask your angel for help?" He looked at the two of them. "Or is this what this is about." He chuckled, "Loose your feathered lover?"

Dean felt his anger boil. "Damn it Crowley now isn't the time for your shit"

"Dean," Sam said resting his hand on his brother's shoulder. He knew calming him down would be the best course. Taking anger and frustration on Crowley probably wasn't the best move at the moment. "Cas has been taken by someone. We don't know who exactly but we know they want him for a spell we think."

The King of Hell gave an indifferent shrug. "And what exactly does that have to do with me? It's not exactly like I care about your angelic friend or even you lot."

"Maybe we can make a deal," Sam started

"Sam no!" yelled Dean

Bobby shook his head. "Yeah I'm not exactly in the mood for deal making."

Crowley titled his head. "So the 'family' wants their baby angel back but doesn't want to deal. Sorry boys I don't exactly do things out of the kindness of my heart. So either pray harder or find something to offer me."

Dean's anger reached a breaking point. "You rotten son of a bitch!" Dean screamed. Both Sam and Bobby called out to him when he felt pain in his arm like before. He reached up and grabbed his arm his vision blackened and next thing he knew he was falling backwards.

Sam screaming out his name was the last thing he heard.

"Can you hear me?"

The darkness around him wavered and Dean found himself standing in a room of complete whiteness. "Where am I?" He asked himself looking around. Nothing made any sense. He started to wonder if he's heart gave out when he got mad at Crowley and he had died.

"Can you hear me?"

Dean blinked. That voice sounded like Cas. "Cas is that you?"

"I don't have long to talk my grace is weakening. Dean I need your help."

"I know that. Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

"I'm using our profound bond to talk to you." The angel said appearing before Dean

"Profound bond? I thought that was angel for best friend." Dean smiled at his own joke and was happy to see his friend.

The angel crossed the vacant room quickly. "No time to explain." He laid his hand on Dean's fore head.

Dean felt a flash of pain he cried out and everything went dark.

Dean slowly opened his eyes. He realized he was looking up at the ceiling of the motel. Pain throbbed through his head so bad that he thought his head was going to explode. He greeted his teeth he found himself panting. Sweat was dripping off of his forehead. "What did you do?" he heard Sam. Shaking his head as the lingering head ache kept pounding like someone with a jack hammer was in his head. Dean slowly sat up. He seen Bobby had the demon killing knife pointed at Crowley and The King of Hell was looking down at Dean with a smirk.

"It wasn't me and maybe you should check on him." Crowley said as he pointed at Dean.

"Dean!" Sam cheered running over to his brother. He helped him off the floor. "What happened?"

Dean shook his head the traces of the pain fading but his arm throbbed. "It was Cas he… contacted me. Somehow he…" He pointed at his head. "Tuned me into his angel signal… I know where he is and… someone named Alacastor has him."

Crowley's face paled. "Hold on did you say that he said he was captured by Alacastor?"

Dean nodded. He looked at Sam. "We got move quick before I lose his signal."

"You should rest first, and," He looked at Crowley, "Find out who exactly Alacastor is."

"No time Sammy!" Dean shouted pushing himself away from his brother. He stumbled over to the table and grabbed up his bags

Sam looked at Crowley. "Who is Alacastor?"

Crowley frowned. "A demon, he took over my spot as the king of the crossroads."

"We need to go!" Dean shouted running out the door.

Crowley frowned. He knew he had to get in on this Alacastor deal. He knew he should have dealt with that sorry sack of dog excrement when he had the chance. "Moose let me come along with you." He addressed Sam

Sam frowned as he picked up his gear and looked at Bobby.

The older hunter looked at him and then at Crowley. "Really Sam?"

"Extra help can't hurt. Come on Crowley."

The three of them walked out to the Impala.

"Really?" Dean shouted from the car seeing the demon

The three got in the car. Sam sighed. "We can use the back up." Sam said

Dean looked back at Crowley. "You screw us over I'll gank you so damn fast you won't even know what happened." He said as he started the car

"Don't worry squirrel. You want your angel I want Alacastor they just happen to be in the same place."

"I don't like this." Dean muttered to himself

Sam looked out the window. He hoped they found Cas and soon. He watched the sun slowly disappear behind the trees. Cas I hope you're okay. He thought the silent prayer as they drove away from town and off to save the angel.