Caged

When she woke up she found herself in some sort of a cage. It wasn't necessarily small, in fact it was pretty big. It felt more like a jail cell? Where was she? Was this some sort of prison? It had plain, white, clean walls, a glass in front of her, so people could see in, it seemed very futuristic. She looks next to her and sees a man in a trench coat, she decides not to wake him up. She got up and looked around for a door, there it stood, plain, also blending with the wall, and a keypad next to in. Locked. There was no way of getting in or out without a code. "Where am I?" She turned around to see the man had started to wake up.

"I'd like to ask the same thing." The man turned head, still lying down, realizing he wasn't alone. "It's some sort of cell, but considering the situation, I'd think of it as a sort of cage." The man got up and brushed himself off. "So... are you a good guy or bad guy?" The man kind of stared at her for a second, tilting his head.

"Well, I try to be a good... I'm an angel of The Lord if that helps your judgment any," he said.

"Wasn't Lucifer an angel too?"

"Well... it's complicated..."

"Hmm... well you seem nice enough... I'm Clara,"

"I'm Castiel, but my friends call me Cas,"

"You said you were an angel, right?"

"Do you know the Winchesters?"

"Yes, they are my friends... how do you know them?"

"A friend of mine, the Doctor, had helped them with a case once."

"Oh, you know the Doctor?"

"Yeah, I'm his... Time traveling companion,"

"Well, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, any ideas of getting out of here?"

"Not really." She around, and walked up to the glass, and tapped it. Durable, but it was worth a shot. She stepped back getting a good look.

"What are you doing?" She began to set herself

"Something that probably not going to work, and I'm probably going to regret, but I'm giving it a shot," she charged at, kicking the glass, only to find herself rebounding off onto the ground with a slightly throbbing foot. "We'll, that didn't really work," she said, looking at her foot. Cas reached out to give her a hand. "Got any other ideas?"

"You seemed to have just tested out the way I was thinking... But there might be another way out," he pointed at the door. She stared at it, if the Doctor was here it would all be easy, but it doesn't seem to be that way. They had spent a good hour punching in a random codes, eventually giving up for bit.

"This place is strange..." He looked through the glass, beyond where they were it seemed almost like a sort of storage place, the place they had been kept seemed to be the cleanest, most we'll keep thing in sight.

"In many ways, yes"

"But have you noticed... There don't seem to be many guards." Clara looked around, there was one about 20 feet from the door, another about 25 feet behind them. They didn't seem to care too much about their presence. The guards were also oddly dressed, trying to get a better look. They wore dull armor, and masks that covered their faces. It seemed they were less human and more robotic, which always makes everything just peachy.

"I have an idea," Cas looked at her with a little more hope. About 10 minutes later, the plan set into motion. Cas pounded on the glass trying to get their attention

"Hey, you over there *pounds* METAL HEAD *pounds pounds* I'm kind of hungry over here! *pound pound pound* take me to your leader! *pounds*" after a good couple minutes the guard seemed slightly offended.

"What is it, prisoner?" he said, walking up to the door.

"I demand to know why I am here!"

"For my master, of course," the armored figure began putting in the code. Cas looked at him, puzzled.

"What is my purpose?"

"We thought you would please him, you could be very use—" that's when Clara thumped him on the head with her shoe, he seemed a bit damaged, and feel to his knees, and then his face.

"Run!" she whispered, and so they did, but the second they stepped, the alarms began blaring. The fact that the whole thing seemed like a never ending, giant maze did not help with the whole escape plan. It was dead end, one after another, they could hear the sounds of th clanking metal feet against the floor, approaching them. Closer and closer the came, but Clara and Cas had been to slow, they had been caught and brought back by a group off 4 new metal men, one for each of their arms. When they got back to the cell, they were thrown in, with 2 standing guard in front of the door. The one they had knocked over, came up to the glass and said,

"Robots have feelings to, you know," and walked away. From what it seemed, they were kind of a bunch of softies. Powerful, but soft. They sat in there for an hour or so, just waiting for something to happen, they couldn't thinks of anything when food was the only thought on their minds. One of the robots came into their cell,

"You, come with me," he said pointing to Clara, "If you try to resist, you will be paralzed," he seemed to have a sort of laser on the top of his wrist, there seemed to be no point to escape. They started their walk

"Where exactly are you taking me?"

"You are being taken to our leader, to see if you will be of any use to us."

"What if I'm not useful?"

"Then you will die, we show no mercy," she looked up at it, slightly more terrified.

"How did you even get us here?"

"Simple teleportation device, we watch you humans, and pick those who we think are special. Even if, you sometimes aren't always human, or have any special power." They came to a hallway, it was very elegant, very Victorian. They reached a towering door, he opened it and stood. Clara took a look inside, there was a long dining table in the center of the room, a fireplace opposite to the couches and other furniture by the table. A man in a dark suit and chestnut hair sat in on of the chairs, reading a novel and drinking tea.

"Come in," Cautiously, she stepped inside the room as the door loses behind her. "Please, have a seat," the man said gesturing to the chair across the table from him. "Clara Oswald, I presume,"

"Yes, that would be me, and you are?" she said, sitting down.

"Moffat. Do you know, why you are here, Ms Oswald?"

"To see if I am of use?"

"Exactly, I want to see exactly what you can do for me. I want to get inside of your head, and see what you see."

"What is that you are going to use me for, exactly?"

"Oh, it's simple. I'd want you to join forces with me, I want you to help me take over the world. I want to use you in my army. A force of creatures, altered to help crush the souls of those puny humans,"

"Alter, in what way?"

"We'll, if I find you of use with a brilliant idea, we keep the part we like and change the rest of you into something that will help us. Just getting rid of the things that that could cause problems, like emotions or your soul," Well, that's pleasant. "That angel friend of yours for example, we found him crying on the streets, and then it hit me, an ultimate, Weeping Angel,"

"I've heard that we are brought here with some sort of teleportation device," This made his lips curl into a smile.

"Yes, we simply place a disk on you to signal from, and with a push of a button, we can knock you out, insert thoughts into your, place you in one of our teleportation pods, and we can make you ours,"

"Fascinating, would it still be possible to teleport places, without having to be in the pod itself?"

"I've answered enough of your questions, it's time you answered mine," She raised her eyebrows, smirked, and folded her arms, slouching back into the chair.

"Okay, sure, shoot,"

"You are cooperative, that's nice. You are with the Doctor, no?"

"Yes, I travel with him... You seem lonely, is there something wrong?"

"Don't stray from my questions," He slowly, was drawn in. No one ever seemed to care about his feelings.

"You must get lonely in this place, no one to talk to but the people you capture, and those metal heads outside who probably don't understand what you are actually feeling," She had him wrapped around her fingers, "They also don't seem that intelligent,"

"It does get a little lonely in here, as a god, I should have more people willing to support me,"

"And you deserve that... I didn't know you were a god, in fact, I don't know much about you at all, though you seem to know an awful lot about me," Clara dragged her fingers on the table, taunting him, luring him in with every word. He started to feel, warm, and fuzzy inside. Was it possible that this human would actually like such a person? Did he start to slowly fall into her?

"Well, maybe if you were to stay... I wouldn't be so lonely. It could just be the two of us, I'd be good, to you. Get you what you wanted, I am a god after all," She walked her fingers across the table, closer and closer to him.

"That would be..." the plan was set, she grabbed the cup of tea, and threw it at him, he screamed in agony. She began to run, as the hot liquid burned his eyes a bit. She headed towards the door, sliding a chair in front of him as he tried to make his way towards her, making him stumble and fall with his still blurry vision. She flung the door open, and ran.

Somehow she managed to slowly retrace her steps, with the many twists and turns there were, trying to dodge the robot men as much as possible. She got low, hiding behind the boxes and all the other junk they seemed to keep in there. Clara looked around desperately looking for something that would look like a teleportation pod. She was sure Strax had told her about it before, when visiting Vastra and Jenny. She surveyed the area, and finally found it, it was almost like a black arch with glowing magenta lights, she was sure that they had to be some sort of laser or molecule breaking thing to transfer her into time. Lying on the ground was a yellow button with a chain around it, probably so you could wear it around your neck. She grabbed it and placed it around her neck, when she noticed something. She was able to see the inside of the cell through the glass. From the outside it did seem more like a cage. She tapped on the window, trying to get his attention. The alarms started to go off again, Moffat was probably finally able to regain some vision. Cas turned and looked at her, hope seemed to rise on his face, his lips mouthed;

"Get Dean." she looked back at him and whispered back

"I'll come back for you, I promise," and with that, she crawled back to the pod, pressing the button. Thinking solely on getting back, about the Doctor, and about Sherlock.

Why hello there! Sorry, it's been a while (don't kill me, high school sucks), but here's a new chapter! (I made it longer to make it up to y'all) I hope y'all enjoy it, thank you for the continued support, it means a lot! Please Review! ~Magikath