I was the first to wake. I was very confused, the drugs given to me against my will still had an effect. I sat there, waiting for my mind and thoughts to clear, I was able to remember what had happened. I began to observe where I was. I was chained, the chains must've been special because I couldn't get rid of them. I looked closely at them, and saw that there were several Enochian symbols on the shackles and chains. I was completely contained and there was no way I could get out, unless someone did it for me. Sam was slumped over to my right, his forehead was on the floor, and he was unconcious. He was alive, but also chained and shackled to the wall behind us. There was nobody else in the room, but the first hint I got that was linked to our kidnapper was the room itself. It was dark and dusty, I could see and it was a little cold. Crowley liked dark, quiet and old places. It had to have been Crrowley. I looked over at Sam, who was still unconcious. He was drooling a liittle, but there were no signs that he had been injured. 'Hopefully he's sleeping that stuff off' I thought.

My eyes had adjusted to the slight darkness very quickly and I immediately noticed several other Enochian symbols along the walls, ones that were specifically for containing angels. I pulled at my chains, but they barely moved. I heard some movement, and looked back at Sam. He was stirring, but only slightly.

"Sam! Sam, sit up. Wake up." I said. His eyes fluttered and his lips moved to form one word:

"Coffee?"

"No, Sam. We've been drugged and kidnapped. I think it might have been Crowley."

His eyes closed again and he mumbled something I couldn't catch.

"Sam... I think Dean might be here."

Sam's eyes shot open, and he sat up so fast he smacked the back of his head on the cement wall behind him with a loud crack, which immediately cleared his head and body of any drug that might have been still inside him.

"What about Dean? He's here?"

I became nervous. It was a lie, I didn't know if Dean was in the building.

"He, uh. He might be here if Crowley has to do with all of this." Sam frowned and pulled at the chains around his wrists. He turned to look at them, his happened to be tighter than mine were. Sam might be able to get out if he broke both of his thumbs and ripped some of the skin off to slip through the cuffs. It was the start of an escape plan I had and I was about to mention it when I heard footsteps outside the door. Several locks unclicked on the other side of the door in front of us and I heard some chains rattle. The handle on the door turned and someone pushed the thick iron door open, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. The person stepped into a small patch of light in the room Sam and I were contained in.

"'Ello boys."

Sam growled like a wild, territorial animal. "Crowley. Where's Dean?" The king of Hell cocked his head and frowned.

"That's no way of starting a polite conversation, is it? How do you two like it here? Besides it being a bit dark and dusty."

Sam glared at him. "Grand."

Crowley rolled his eyes, "FIne, We'll do it your way. Dean isn't here."

Sam squinted, looking confused. "I thought you two were-"

"Working together? Buddies?" Crowley interrupted. "Not anymore. No, your brother... He's something else. I don't want anything to do with him anymore. But, don't get sad. That's what you two are here for."

Now it was my turn to be confused. Crowley didn't like what Dean was, so he kidnapped me and Sam? Before either of us could ask anything, Crowley started again.

"I need your help. What Dean is... it isn't right. It's not natural. So, as smart as I am, I tried to cure him like you two would do if you had the time."

"And...? Where is he?" Sam asked. Crowley looked a bit nervous, like he was saying something that would get him killed.

"It... didn't work."

Sam stared at him with utter disbelief. He scoffed, "What do you mean it didn't work? You probably did it wrong." Crowley sighed, and began to blab on and on about him and Dean, the things he noticed about Dean. He told several different stories, most made me sick to think that Dean would do all of what he described. He explained exactly what he did when he "cured" Dean. He did it with no flaws. There wasn't a way that it couldn't work.

"I've had some of my clients look through some ancient Enochian books they recently found, and we found something, well, someone that might help."

"Who?"

"They're incedibly old stories, almost as old as the Bible. Only the angels would know about her." Crowley turned to me. "That's what you're here for, Castiel. She's an Archangel."

That jolted a memory of mine. One of when I was much younger and the other Archangels cared for me. 'He found that story? They aren't even true... I think.' "There are only 7 Archangels. God made only 7. And none of them were female."

"Oh, but Giraffe, that's where you're wrong. I read that God made one more Archangel. Tell me what the other Archangels told you."

I was hesitant and Crowley took advantage of my hesitation.

"Well? Spit it out. Unless you don't want your boyfriend back." Sam glared strongly at the King. I made up my mind. If what I told him was different than what he had heard, then it wouldn't matter.

"Fine then. Once upon at time God made the world, then the heavens and occupied both places. The Earth he occupied with humans and animals, and Heaven he occupied at first with only 7 Archangels. They kept things in order, and as they taught the other angels and predacessors after them, things began to fall apart. God saw this, and the future ahead and to save the world, he made one more Archangel. He gave the only female Archangel a body, her own body, which was so powerful, that it could literally be a vessel for The Lord Himself. The stories say that God gave her more power than His own son, you could say she was His daughter. She could do anything, and He spoke to her, commanding her, until one day He hid her away from civilization, for safekeeping, until the day she was needed again."

Crowleys eyes brightened, which immediately made my heart sink to my toes. "Good!" He said. "That's what I read too, and we're going to find her. I told you about the books I found, and one of them happen to have a tracking recipe in it. I'll let you two out, if you promise to help me."

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~SummerLeighanne