Door was locked, windows bolted, angel sigils everywhere so Castiel couldn't get out, causing me to stay because Abaddon knew I wouldn't leave him behind. I felt terrible, the last time I met Abaddon it didn't have a happy ending. In fact, the last time I saw her we blew up a very, very popular beach resort.
Castiel had been forcibly tied down and I was left standing. Abaddon knew how to use my weaknesses. I may have been more powerful than her, but there was only one thing that could kill her, and I didn't have it. She couldn't kill me because there was no known substance that could actually hurt me long enough to be called being injured. Castiel had also been gagged, and that could only mean one thing: torture. I couldn't call Sam, I could call Dad, but he wouldn't do anything, nor would he care. It was my fight. I had to hold her off long enough to get rid of the sigils and unlock the doors, and untie and ungag him.

"So you learned French? Language of love, wonder who you met." Abaddon smiled, her dark red lipstick was a terrible contrast to her hair and white skin. Her dark biker clothes didn't help, she had no fashion sense.

"I've known French since before it was a language. I just felt a little need for change." She moved away from the desk she stood at, carrying Castiel's angel blade. I wouldn't let her touch him and she knew it, but that didn't stop her. She stepped in front of him, a sly, foxy smile lighting up her face as she ran the blade under Cas's neck. I could see his neck flex as he tried to pull himself away from the blade, mumbling words that were lost in the dark recesses of the cloth in his mouth.

"Looking for Dean now, are we?"

"Who's we?" She smiled a bit more, pressing the blade into Castiel's neck hard enough to cut the skin. He made a noise that sounded like a whimper mixed with a grunt, then grew quiet in fear of a deeper cut.

"Answer me, are you looking for Dean?" I stayed silent, pushing her to her patience limit, just to see what she would do.

"Yes, I'm looking for Dean. Now if you could just leave us alone, maybe I'll find him and promise he won't get his hands on the First Blade." I just needed to keep her talking and not cutting and stabbing, all I was doing was burning through the sigils on the walls, then searching for anymore there were around the room.

"Your word doesn't help me at all. How am I supposed to know that you're not lying?" She scoffed at the end of her sentence, probably laughing at herself from the stupid question that she already knew the answer to. I couldn't do anything to help Castiel at the moment, so I continued the slow, difficult conversation, choosing my words carefully.

"You don't, but you'll either take the chance or you won't, you don't have a choice." Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time could provoke her and she would probably attempt to kill Castiel. Abaddon glared at me, then swiped her blade over Castiel's neck again, not killing him, but giving him a deep enough wound to see his grace shine through the mutilated skin.

"So, have you found anything that can kill you yet? It would be super helpful right about now." I was quite concerned about Castiel now, he lay in the chair limply, his arms uselessly dangling at his sides. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head and he didn't move.

"Not that I know of." I retorted, intending to stall her just a few more seconds as I destroyed the last angel sigil.

"Can he tell me anything?" She gestured to Castiel with the blade, swinging it carelessly.

"No," I said plainly, hoping she wouldn't get angry with my responses.

"I'll be going then, you two stay away from Dean, or I'll find him and cut his heart out just for Sam." She flicked her red hair over her shoulder and just before she left, plunged the blade into Castiel's chest, almost instantly killing him. I didn't scream, I didn't cry, I had been prepared for this moment for a long time and I knew exactly how to save him. I ungagged his lifeless body and untied him from the chair he was in. With Abaddon gone, I was unable to hurt her in a way that would make her leave us alone, but I mentally swore to get my revenge. As soon as he was untied, I pulled an I-phone out of my pocket and called Sam, who picked up on the first ring.

"Hey, Sam." There was a pause.

"Summer? I didn't know you had my number."

"Well, I do. You ever heard of a Knight of Hell?" There was another pause, and I felt like he knew something.

"Was it Abaddon? Was she there?" I glanced at the lifeless husk that once held Castiel the angel.

"Yeah. Um, we have a little but of an issue. . ." He was quick to respond.

"What? What happened? Are you two alright? Is Castiel okay?" I stared at the emotionless face that sat in the chair before me.

"It's Cas, he's- he's not here."

"What do you mean? Where did he go?" I felt extremely guilty, and finally the emotions of pity and remorse grew in my stomach, blocking out most of my other emotions. I heard Sam's voice catch as he gasped a little in realization.

"You don't mean. . .?" He stopped talking. I bit my lip to keep from crying, tears overwhelming my eyes.

"Sam, I tried, I wasn't quick enough." Sam didn't say anything and I could hear nothing on the other line, leading me to believe that he was taking a few seconds to sit down.

"Sam."

"I'm here." He sounded breathless, as if he was about to scream or if he'd just been done screaming.

"I can- I can bring him back. But. . . it'll be risky, I might not make it back."

"No! Don't. We have to have you to get Dean." I frowned to no one, pressing the device closer to my ear as if I didn't hear him right.

"You don't want Castiel back? There's a bigger chance of this succeeding with Castiel, and there's only a small chance that I won't make it back." There was more silence and it ate away at my heart, gnawing on my emotional wall and threatening to let them out.

"So, you can get Castiel back. . . and you'll make it back, right?"

"Yeah." Pluses about being a good liar: people believe you.