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Naomi's favorite game was doctor. She liked to play with Castiel most. She had him convinced he was broken so he'd let her "fix" him. It was perfect. Fun. She looked down at her patient. He'd passed out because of the pain. She frowned. He had to be awake. She pressed the button on her little cart. It sent electricity to his brain, efficiently waking him up. He started screaming and thrashing about in pain. "Now stay awake." She said gently pushing him back against the table. His little black wings were twitching. His restraints were biting into his soft flesh.
"Sorry." He apologized. For falling asleep? Must be. She had been angry for the interruption from Gabriel and had accidentally allowed Castiel to pass out. She smiled. It was not a mistake she would make again.
"I forgive you." She said sweetly patting his head. He smiled weakly so she continued. She loved his screams. They were the most delicious sounds she'd ever listened to. Like music. She'd experimented on others of her brothers and sisters but she loved Castiel's screams the most. She loved the way she could control his mind, twist it, bend it to her will.
"Naomi?" Chuck asked from the door. She looked up at hi. With her most innocent smile.
"Yes father?" She asked sweetly.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Stop hurting your brothers and sisters." He said frowning at her as he undid the ties holding Castiel down to the table.
"I'm sorry father." She said. It was a lie. She wasn't sorry.
"Now Cas? Why don't you run along and play with Anna. I know she's looking for someone to play with." Chuck said patting his head and guiding him gently to the door.
"Yes father." Castiel said scurrying off. Naomi watched his retreating form with a frown.
"Naomi. Stop pretending." Chuck said. She blinked up at him. You know how much I loath lying." He said watching her. "You're not sorry. And you will do it again." He said eyeing the instruments. "I made a world for my children. It is full of beauty." He said changing the subject. She blinked.
"Yes father. I know." She responded.
"Do you find it beautiful?" He asked.
"Yes father. I do." She said.
"Do you enjoy walking on my creation?" He asked.
"Yes father." She responded.
"Good." He said turning around to leave the room. Raphael entered as Chuck left. Raphael smirked as he pinned Naomi to her own operating table. He took out his angel blade and sliced at her wings until their perfect brown wings were in tatters. The feathers were matted and bloodied. She screamed, not liking the sound of it half as much as Castiel's. When Raphael stepped back and wiped his blade on her pants she glared at him weakly.
"You are forbidden from leaving heaven. I have done this to ensure you have no way out." He said turning and walking out of the room. She felt hot tears welling up on her eyes. She let them fall as she looked at her beyond-repair wings. They had been so beautiful. Such a sight! And now, now they were ripped, tattered, bloody, broken. She cried for her loss.