15

Angels Fall Sometimes

He put his hands over his face, shaking. "No, no, no, please!" He moaned. "D-don't leave me here please…"

So dark, so compressed. He couldn't breathe already, let alone this. His head hurt, and this was only making it worse. He trembled, so scared…

"Please… Let me out. Please, let me out," he whimpered, pressing on the lid above him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please…"

Only that horrible sound of dirt hitting dirt met him. He sobbed softly, gingerly touching the open gash on his stomach. He hissed in pain, crying harder. It had been much worse earlier, fatal. Not now. Now it would only hurt.

He could still feel that icy blade in his stomach, choking him, making his muscles contract around it, stifling his breath.

"Dean…" he begged the black air. "Dean, please help me…"

No, no he can't help me, he told himself. If he does then he'll get hurt. Zachariah will hurt him. He'll make them say yes… No, no, Dean, don't help me. Stay as far away from me as you can.

He was alone. Completely and totally alone. That made the pain in his chest worse. He turned his face into his uninjured shoulder, sobbing so hard he was sure whoever was burying him could hear him. He didn't realize that he was using air, air that he had precious little of.

But he knew nothing about this. He didn't understand, just like so many other things.

He cried for fifteen minutes before he realized that it was getting harder and harder to breathe. The air tasted stale, feeling thin. He started to shake, his breath coming rapidly, just hurting his situation more. When he was sure his lungs were going to burst he spoke.

"Please, please, let me out!" He screamed, well, tried to. "Please!"

"There's only one way out…" A voice in his head hissed.

"Please-"

Before he could say another word, the lid of the coffin disappeared, dirt blanketing him in an instant.

"Saphriel," Zachariah barked.

"Yes sir?"

"If Castiel comes out of that dirt hole someone needs to be there. Wait for him. William will be here as well if you need help," he said, sounding bored. "I have some business to tend to upstairs, the others will be with me."

"Yes sir."

He was gone a second later.

I sighed running my fingers through my hair. If he gets out. IF? No, no I would make damn sure that he was out.

"You're going tog dig him out, aren't you?" William mumbled behind me.

"Yes," I said bluntly.

"You shouldn't."

"Are you going to stop me?" I yelled, turning around. He said nothing. I had my answer.

A beat later and I was in front of that dirt pile, staring intently, looking for some sign of movement. I saw it. Barely, but I did.

I plunged my hand into the dirt, my fingers searching for purchase. When my hand wrapped around another my other arm went in too.

"It's alright, Castiel!" I yelled. "Just hang onto me, alright?" I wasn't sure he'd heard me. Bu his hand squeezed mine a little tighter. I pulled, one hand holding his, the other on his arm.

He coughed violently when his face broke the surface, gasping raggedly for air. He fell into my arms, choking, dirty. I lowered myself to my knees, hugging him.

"Shh, it's alright. It's alright. Shh…" I soothed holding him close. His body was decorated in brown smears from the dirt, dust in his hair. He flinched away from the harsh sunlight, burying his face in my chest.

"N-n-no more," he pleaded. "Pl-please. N-no more. No, no, no…please…"

"Shh, hush now. It's alright. It's okay."

He'd almost suffocated, I could tell by simply looking at him. He was terrified, traumatized and in a lot of pain.

"P-please, Saphriel," he begged, his innocent face turned up to mine. "L-let me g-go. Please… I-I'm sorry for what I've d-done. Please…"

"Shh… hush, hush," my chest hurt. "Castiel, I swear to you, I will get you out of here. I promise. If it's the last thing I do, I will save you. I just need some time, alright?" He just cried harder.

"I-I want t-to see h-her again," he gulped. "I w-want to see Annabelle." That just made it worse. He was in such agony, pain that he couldn't endure, fear that was overwhelming him.

He shook in my arms, bloodshot, swollen eyes closed. I shut my eyes for a second and then we were back in the warehouse. Goosebumps appeared on his fevered skin. His whimpers grew louder.

I snapped my fingers. A blanket appeared from nowhere, tucked around him tight. He went into a coughing fit, huddling as close together as he could get, desperate to be warm.

"Sleep, Castiel," I said gently. That's what he needed right now. Sleep. He was so exhausted. He shut his eyes, his head in my chest. After a moment his breathing slowed and evened out. Fast asleep.

"It's alright, little brother," I whispered. "It'll be alright soon. Shh…"

"You'd better tie him back up before Zachariah gets here," William said. I looked up at him, angry.

"You sound like a child that doesn't want to get caught by the teacher," I growled.

"I like this as much as you do," he admitted. "I didn't sign up for this. But…but orders are orders. If we were supposed to question them we wouldn't have them."

"Then why are you letting me get away with this?" I challenged. His dark eyes rose from the floor, meeting mine.

"I don't have an order that says stop Saphriel from helping Castiel."

Almost and hour later William came back.

"He's coming."

I looked down at my sleeping brother. I didn't want to wake him. It was all the peace he had gotten in the past two days. But there was nothing I could do.

"Castiel," I shook him lightly, snapping, making the blanket disappear and the chains lower. He opened his eyes slowly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I put the cuffs on his wrists, heart wrenching as his tired eyes went wide.

"Please, please, no," he croaked.

"Shh…I know, I know, it's alright. Shh…it's okay. I'm so sorry." The chain lifted him slowly until he was standing on his toes one again. I picked up the gag from the ground and tied it around his mouth. He shook his head, sobbing, begging words lost in the fabric. It felt like I'd been punched in the gut as I looked into his eyes. He didn't deserve this. No one who looked this innocent deserved this.

I touched his cheek before turning away, standing in front of him like I was guarding him.

I kept my face blank as I listened to him cry, but on the inside, my heart was breaking.

-Oh, poor thing :( Reviews please-