AUTHOR'S NOTE: WARNING! Stuff gets kinda dark in this chapter. It's supernatural, what do you expect? I didn't really think the story would go this way, but whatever. It works, and it's interesting. Also, Thank you to all the fallowers and to the few people giving me such lovely comments. I love hearing that you are enjoying the story and it all keeps me wanting to write. THANK YOU 3

The shock subsided quickly and Castiel turned sharply and tried for the door. Tugging hard back on it, he knew it was no use. What he didn't expect was being pushed into the door and held there. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he saw nothing holding him. He looked back at the being, whose hand was once again raised in his direction. How is he doing that?

"You just stay there a moment," the man said, slowly lowering his hand "Just need to finish here." Castiel watched as the monster moved slowly forward to the man hanging on the metal structure. All at once the chains came undone and the man hit the ground like a ragdoll. Castiel heard a soft whimper come from the man. He was still alive?!

Wings finally falling in behind the creature, he didn't even bother lowering himself to the ground as he spoke to the shredded form of a human.

"You have been great company, really. But…" The monster smirked, placing his foot on the neck of the dying man, and moving it gently, positioning it so that the man was looking up at the monster, "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let you go." And with that, he twisted his foot. The distinct crack of breaking bones seemed unnaturally loud in the large empty space. The moment of silence that fallowed felt like a very long time to Castiel. He's mind had been racing with thoughts up until this point. How to get out, how to save the dying man, how to run away from the monster, what the monster was and what all was going on here. But now, there was nothing. Even fear didn't reach the state that Castiel was in. Why be afraid when you know that you have absolutely no control? Odd as it seemed, Castiel let most of the muscles in him to relax. His face became blank, his shoulders sagged and a new emotion filled him. Anger. Whatever this being was, it was cruel, dark, twisted and evil and did not deserve whatever life it had.

Castiel's eyes flicked over to the winged creature, that seemed to have been waiting for him, since he was staring at Cas, a grim smile tugging on its lips.

"Come here." The monsters made another gesture with his hand, and Castiel was flying backwards towards the center of the room. Castiel's back hit hard into the metal stand. He felt the magic pull release, but before he had time to do anything metal chains wrapped themselves around his wrists and ankles, securing him tightly upright and slightly off the ground. Slumped in chains, Castiel raised his head slowly, and made eye contact with the beast.

"Who are you?" Castiel asked.

The monster seemed surprised, then amused, having another smirk tug one side of its mouth into a smile, "Whoa" the monster tilted his head a bit "That's normally not the first question I get from new meat."

Castiel continued to stare hard at the creature. The monsters green eyes darted up and down Castiel before answering.

"My name is Dean, and I'm a demon." He blinked and his eyes turned a full, shiny black. It reminded Castiel of oil. Then Dean blinked again and his eyes returned to be human in appearance.

Castiel figured that Dean was trying to intimidate him, but he was too filled with that solider sense. He didn't know where it was coming from, he had never had done any real fighting in his life, there was no need, the village was peaceful. The most fighting he had done was playing around with his brother or Balthazar. He didn't care how or why he had this strange amount of courage, he just hoped he could keep it long enough to live.

Noticing the staring contest was getting him nowhere, Dean walked up close to Castiel and began inspecting his arm "And what is your name?"

"Castiel."

Dean turned "Castiel?"

"Yes."

Dean did a sort of frowned head tilt which Castiel could only assume meant "Okay, weird but whatever." Dean went back to looking at Castiel's arm, grabbing it and turning it slowly. Castiel's eye twitched at the uncomfortable feeling of the chains rubbing against his skin.

Letting go of Castiel's arm, Dean began walking around the stand. Castiel tried to keep his eyes on him, but something else caught there attention. He looked down at his feet and saw the remains of the last man chained where he was now.

"Are…" Castiel stopped.

Dean took a step back to see Castiel's face better "What?"

"Nothing." Castiel was about to ask "Are you going to kill me?" but that seemed like kind of a stupid question.

"You're strange." Dean said continuing to circle Castiel, "A normal persons first reaction is usually crying, screaming, or begging for my mercy," Dean stopped directly in front of Castiel, "But you," He grabbed Castiel's face "You look like you'd kill me if you knew how to."

"I would." Eyes locked and no hesitation in words, Castiel answered.

Both stared hard trying to break the other, the only sound was a low growling noise Castiel assumed was coming from Dean. After a few moments, Dean tightened his grip on Castiel's face.

"You wouldn't stand a chance, meat. I can kill you right here."

"Then why don't you?" It was probably a bad idea taunting a demon, but the words came out before Castiel could stop them.

"Because Cas," Dean smirked again, "You're my new toy."

Castiel scowled "What do yo-."

"I mean you're my new bitch. I say clean, you clean. I say make food, you make food. I say jump, you say how high. And if you don't," Dean turned Castiel's head sharply, and suddenly teeth were on Castiel's neck, crushing the skin. Castiel yelped in pain and surprise. Pulling back, Dean raised his head enough away that Castiel could see the fresh blood on Deans face. His voice rolled over the growl in his throat, "Then I'll kill you."

Dean let go of Castiel's face, and the chains untangled themselves from Castiel's body. He fell to his knees in front of the demon. Castiel kept his head down now, he was afraid. And he was afraid of what the demon would do if his emotions showed.

"Before you think of running off, that bite was magic. You can't leave the mountain." Castiel closed his hand around the throbbing wound. He raised his head enough so he could just see Dean looking down at him.

"Clean this mess." And with that, the demon was gone.