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Chapter Six
Meg must have blacked out for a second because when she came to, the car was on its side on the shoulder of the road. Her body ached and she was pretty sure there was glass stuck in various places. She blinked and tried to take stock of her surroundings, trying to figure out what had happened.
A moan came close to her ear and something moved underneath her. "Meg?"
"Cas?" she asked, trying to shift off of him to see if he were injured. Blood matted the hair at the side of his head and covered one of his blue eyes as he blinked up at her, but he didn't seem too injured otherwise.
A tinny voice was shouting and she scrambled for her dropped phone, wincing as she put it to her ear.
"Dean," she ground out, wrapping an arm around her ribs that felt possibly cracked. Cas pulled her against him as if in an attempt to help her upright, but they just ended up sprawling back against the shattered window.
"What the hell happened? Are you guys okay?" Dean demanded.
"We got hit," Meg told him, and heard a car door open and shut somewhere close by. She looked out the cracked windshield, but couldn't see anything. "I think it's the Levis."
Dean cursed again. "Where are you? Sam and I are coming. Just try to hold tight."
"Not sure there's time for that," Meg said grimly as footsteps crunched through the gravel on the side of the road. "We're not far from the hospital."
The whole truck shook as someone jumped up onto the side of it. Meg scrambled for her blade, dropping the phone. She could still hear Dean's voice, calling from the other end, but hoped he would take the hint and figure she had better things to do than talk to him.
"Meg, you should go, I'll hold them off," Cas told her.
She laughed and patted his cheek. "That's sweet, Clarence, but it won't make any difference. We're in this together, remember?"
The door was ripped off the car violently and Meg and Cas looked up into the grinning face of the Leviathan that had surprised the angels in the hospital.
"Look at this. Canned meat! Oh, we are going to have so much fun with you two."
He reached down and grabbed Meg by back of her jacket, hauling her up with so much strength that she was ripped out of Castiel's grip. She gasped as her injuries protested, and swiped her blade at the Leviathan, but he tsked and simply threw her down onto the ground.
"Secure the demon," he called to his companions who instantly fell on Meg and tied her hand and foot. The Leviathan retrieved Castiel in like manner and the angel instantly tried to crawl over to Meg but was soon caught and had sigiled cuffs snapped around his wrists.
"There. Now you can't go fluttering off. Of course, I doubt you'd be going anywhere while we still have your demonic girlfriend here."
"You don't need her," Cas protested, looking up at the Leviathan. "Just leave her here. She won't follow us."
"The hell I won't," Meg ground out.
"Aw, how adorable," another Levi cooed mockingly. "And yet unheard of. I've never seen an angel and a demon get along let alone have feelings for each other."
Meg snorted, but couldn't deny anymore that she did have feelings for Cas. Besides, there was really no point denying anything if they were both going to die anyway. Instead, she tested her ropes. She could probably break them if she had to, but she knew that even if she did get out of them she'd never escape the Leviathans, and obviously, she wasn't about to leave Cas alone and at their mercy. She couldn't believe she was saying this, but their only hope now was that the Winchesters weren't that far away and that they would be able to find them if the Levis decided to cart them off somewhere.
"Pack them up," the Leviathan Meg suspected to be the leader commanded and Cas was dragged to his feet, a bag forced over his head. Meg protested as one was shoved over to face too.
"Meg?" she heard Cas' muffled call, before she felt herself hoisted over someone's shoulder and carried a few feet before she was dumped onto a hard surface. Another body landed next to her and she could almost smell Cas' anxiety as he wiggled, fighting against his chains.
"Meg?" he called again.
"I'm here," she grunted, nudging him with her bound hands.
"Shut them up," one of the Leviathans snapped as a third figure climbed into the back of the vehicle and the engine started.
Meg heard shuffling and wasn't ready for the blinding pain that crashed against her skull. Stars burst in the darkness of the bag and another blow followed as if to make sure she was out. An even more encompassing darkness folded over her and all noise around her dropped away as she passed into oblivion.
Meg came back to her senses slowly. She wasn't sure how long she had been out. Unconsciousness wasn't exactly an easy way to keep a demon down, but it happened. She took stock of her surroundings, sitting up, and seemingly tied to a chair, since she couldn't move; she also still had the bag over her head which she was getting really tired of. She jerked at the bindings and footsteps vibrated through the floor toward her, grabbing the bag and yanking it from her head.
Meg blinked in the sudden light, forcing her aching head upright to see where she was.
The place looked like a dilapidated old warehouse—surprise, surprise. However that was actually a good thing as it meant they probably hadn't traveled too far from the city. That put their percentage of being rescued up a little.
However, she wasn't happy to see that the chair she had been tied to was sitting in the middle of a demon trap.
"Glad you're awake." The head Leviathan strode in front of her. "It's about time we got started."
Meg smiled sweetly up at him. "Please. I apprenticed under Hell's best torturer. If you think you're going to get anything out of me, then you're in for a surprise."
The Levi smirked and leaned over so he was only a few inches from her face. Meg fought not to pull back in disgust. "Well, lucky for us, we don't need to get anything out of you. Your boyfriend has the answers; and something tells me he's gonna be a little more upset about what we do to you than you will be." He took hold of her chair and spun it around to face the opposite wall.
Meg tried to hide her reaction to seeing Castiel suspended by chains a few yards in front of her, a Leviathan holding an angel blade threateningly against his throat, probably keeping him quiet. Meg's jaw tightened as she saw the state he was in. His eyes blown wide with panic she never thought she would see on him, and blood caking one side of his head, matting his hair. There was more blood spattered on his trench coat and his white hospital scrubs were dirty and torn in places.
"Clarence, you okay?" Meg asked quietly, meeting his gaze.
His eyes saddened. "I'm sorry, Meg," he replied.
"Alright, this is making me nauseous," the head Levi said, striding forward to stand between Cas and Meg. "This is how it goes: One of you is going to tell me where the Winchesters are. If you do, the demon will be rewarded with a swift death, if not…well, both of you will be very unhappy with the results."
"Enough with the foreplay," Meg quipped. "As we tried to explain to those angels you ganked earlier, we have no idea where the Winchesters are."
The head Levi cocked an eyebrow at her. "Hm, do you not? See, I might be inclined to believe you if I hadn't found this at the crash." He reached into his pocket and pulled out Meg's phone. She cursed inwardly, and tried to glare at Cas as his face betrayed his horror.
"It says right here in the call log that you talked to Dean Winchester right before we crashed into you, so I think you know exactly where they are, and you probably called them to make sure they got out of whatever bolt hole they have been hiding in in case we managed to get the information out of you."
Meg almost smirked. So they didn't expect Sam and Dean to show up. That boded well for a surprise attack at least. "Whatever makes you feel better about it," Meg told the Levi. "It's not like I really care about those plaid-wearing numb-nuts anyway."
"Then why not give them up?" the Levi asked.
"Because I hate you big mouths a whole lot more. Compared to you they're the lesser of two evils."
The Levi smirked and turned to nod at his companion. "See if you can persuade them, Evan. We need to find out where the Winchesters are headed before they get too far away. There's a reward in it for you if you can break them in under an hour."
The Levi, Evan, grinned and brandished the angel blade, leaving Cas' side. The angel yanked at his chains as the Levi advanced on Meg, stepping into the demon trap.
"Don't hurt her, we don't know where Sam and Dean are!" Cas cried. "Please!"
Evan had stepped behind Meg's chair and wrapped his hand around her wounded shoulder, squeezing tight and making her grit her teeth as he pressed the angel blade into the skin just below her clavicle. "I don't have to hurt her, Castiel, it's all up to you. You know how you can make me stop."
Cas hung his head. "I—I can't betray them again."
Meg felt a stirring of emotion in her chest, wishing she could have kept Castiel out of this. She didn't much care about being tortured, it certainly wouldn't be the first time, but she didn't want him to have to watch, especially in his rather unstable state of mind.
"Well, that's your decision, then," Evan told him with a shrug before he dug the blade into Meg's flesh and carved a deep furrow across her chest. She clamped her teeth to keep from screaming, and forced her lips into a smirk instead.
"Is that the best you can do?" she taunted.
The next cut sliced down her side and she gasped out.
"Please don't," Cas pleaded. "I don't even want to fight anymore. I don't want any part of this battle."
"Well, Castiel, that isn't an option, especially for you," the head Levi said, stalking around the suspended angel. "You were the one who brought us here—I'd like to thank you personally for that, by the way."
"Then why don't you let him go?" Meg snarked and couldn't stop the yelp that escaped her as Evan dug the blade into her leg.
"Because Castiel is too dangerous to be free. Mr. Roman wants to keep him close so he doesn't run the risk of Castiel leading the Winchesters right to him. But he'd also like those disreputable hunters served to him on a silver platter, and who better to tell us where they're hiding than their little angel pal?"
"There's nothing I can give you," Cas sighed. "I only just remembered who I really was. I—I have been watching the bees. Did you know that they can communicate by dancing to tell the whole hive where the find the best flowers?"
The Leviathans looked so confused Meg almost smiled.
"What is he talking about?" Evan asked.
"His melon's scrambled," Meg offered. "Can't you tell?"
The head Levi cocked his head to one side to watch Cas as if trying to figure out if he was bluffing or not.
Cas shifted again. "Did—did you know that a honey bee can sometimes visit up to one hundred flowers on a single outing?"
"You are insane, aren't you, angel?" the Levi said.
Cas gave him a sad smile. "I suppose I could be termed that, yes. I was in a mental hospital, and I am not exactly right anymore."
"Then in that case," the Levi turned to Evan and Meg. "He probably doesn't know where the Winchesters are, but you…" He strode over to Meg and she tried to sit up straighter as he leaned over her. "You are his caretaker, aren't you? You are obviously still in contact with the Winchesters, so you tell me—where are they?"
"Again, just 'cause I gave them a call doesn't mean I know where they are. They're grown men, they can take care of themselves," she told him.
The Levi gave an oily smile. "Evan, see how much the demon really does care for Castiel."
Evan happily went over to Cas and sliced him across the ribs with the angel blade. Cas let out a sudden scream and Meg jerked against her bonds even though there was no hope of escape, anger boiling up inside of her. The head Levi was smiling down at her, obviously gauging her reaction.
"A demon with feelings. What an odd thing," he said and stepped behind the chair, wrapping a hand in Meg's hair and holding her head still to make sure she was watching Evan carve into Cas. "Now, Evan's going to keep going until you give me the answer I'm looking for. So you might want to think about your answer before your angelic boyfriend becomes a lot less pretty."
Meg grit her teeth as Cas let out another pained yelp. She was faced with a dilemma because she couldn't give them a truthful answer even if she wanted to. The only thing she could do to save her and Cas' lives was tell the Levis that the Winchesters were probably on their way here right now so they could set a trap for them. That was, of course, if Sam and Dean could even find them. And then there was the fact that if Meg betrayed the Winchesters, Cas would never forgive her, and somehow, she didn't think she could live with that.
So instead, she just looked up at the Levi and sneered. "Go screw yourself, big mouth."
The Levi cocked an eyebrow. "Hm, guess I misjudged you after all. It seems demons are incapable of loving anything."
Pain shot through Meg's chest at that comment. It wasn't true, she told herself. Oddly enough, it wasn't true. But the words still hurt, especially while Cas screamed in the background. He had looked to her so many times, recently as a protector, and now she could do nothing but watch while he was being hurt. She could only glare up at the Leviathan as he smirked down at her, seeming to enjoy her reaction.
By now Cas was whimpering and covered in various cuts, all over his body. Meg saw the pained lines visible on his face and swallowed hard. She was trying to think of something to stall the Levis with. Give them a little extra time for Sam and Dean to make their way there.
"I guess we're going to have to step it up a notch."
The head Levi left Meg's side and nodded to Evan who stepped back from Castiel and returned to the demon. The head Levi reached behind him and pulled out an angel blade he must have taken from the angels he had killed at the hospital. He strode over to Castiel who was slumped, panting in his chains, patches of blood seeping through his once white scrubs. Meg tensed, wondering what he had planned, feeling helpless.
"Do you know why the Leviathans were relegated to Purgatory?" the Levi asked, as he slowly took off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeve. "It's because we were the only thing that could kill an angel besides one of these blades." He touched the tip of the blade to his finger as if to check the sharpness. "God didn't want us running around eating his new creation so we got locked up and forgotten." He brought the blade to his arm and cut into his own flesh, black goo seeping out as he rubbed the blade into it. "Still, despite our long interment, our very essence is poison to angels. It corrupts them, eats away at their grace."
Meg's breath caught in her throat as he advanced on Cas with the blade coated in the deadly substance. Cas also had caught sight of it, eyes widening.
"So," the Levi said. "Either of you want to volunteer information before I decide to demonstrate first hand how it works?"
Meg was torn between stalling somehow, and telling the big mouth exactly where he could stick the blade, but before she could think of the best course of action between those equally stupid ideas, she became aware of a commotion starting up outside the warehouse. The two Leviathans inside turned toward the entrance that was presumably guarded by more of their fellows and the roll down door shuddered with a vicious impact.
"What the hell?" the head Levi snarled, gripping the dagger more firmly in his hand.
Meg couldn't help but smirk. "Looks like the cavalry is here, boys."
The door was rolled up and Sam and Dean rushed into the warehouse, backlit by car headlights, and carrying machetes dripping with black ichor.
"You've got to be kidding me," Evan said, rushing forward to meet the Winchesters head on, which was a big mistake, because all he got for his trouble was a face full of borax, that was soon followed by a machete across the neck.
"About time you boys showed up," Meg said as Sam glanced over at her and Cas and gave them a nod. "My heroes."
"I should have known," the head Levi snarled. Dean turned to him, raising his blade, but the Levi leapt toward Cas and struck him. The angel cried out and Meg felt her heart, her stupid, fickle heart, leap into her throat.
"Cas!" She heard Dean shout, followed by a pained scream and everyone's attention was now on the Levi wreathing on the floor, covered in borax before Dean's blade found his neck and kicked his head away.
But all Meg saw was the angel blade, still dripping black goo, sticking out of Cas' thigh.
So yeah…this ended in another cliff-hanger...