Chapter Six

So sorry for not updating in ages! I was very busy with finals, which are currently still going on ;-; I finish in about 1 week, so then I will be updating like a hurricane! :3

Apparently, the next stage of Castiel's situation was him thinking he was still being tortured. He would shut the world away, close to himself and not talk, eat or pretty much do anything for the next few days. At night, he had horrifying nightmares that involved torture.

Dean and Sam were getting very worried. They didn't know what the hell was wrong with Cas, and how to fix him. He wasn't even able to communicate properly because of visions of his time with Lucifer. Wherever he would be talking, he would stop mid-sentence and have violent seizure-like tremors that shook his whole body.

He had gotten a total of 12 over the past 3 days. Dean was going apeshit. Sam was doing everything in his power to do something for his friend. Not like Dean wasn't though. He had tried basically every medicine known to man to make Cas feel a bit better. In the end, the only thing he could do is give him some sleeping pills to ease up the amount of seizures he would get.

In the end, Cas was unconscious most of the day. In the fourth day, his seizures split open his wounds. Badly.

The Winchesters spent 3 hours taking care of his wounds, with Cas unconscious most of the time. He would occasionally wake up, groan in pain and lose consciousness once more.

As Dean was stopping the bleeding from a would in Cas' back, he saw a blue light coming from the wound. His eyes widened as the light grew brighter and brighter and Dean barely had time to tell Sammy to cover his eyes before the light took over the room.

Dean removed his arm shielding his face and immediately looked at Castiel.

Dean was never more shocked in his life before.

Lying directly in front of him was a big black wing, two of them actually, stretched out and were at least 7 feet wide each and Dean did not know if he should be going ape shit right now or be amused or both because the Angel's damn wings were right in front of him and were surprisingly not burning the eyes off his sockets.

He looked directly over at Sam, who was looking at the wings with his jaw wide open, and if it wasn't attached to his head it would be on the ground.

"Sammy?"

"I know. How the hell do we even see them?!"

"Maybe Cas is so weak that his wings don't burn our eyes out?"

Sam pointed at one wing with a 'look', and Dean took a closer look.

The wing was in a pretty bad condition, looking like it was broken. Black sharp feathers fell to the ground and vanished instantly. The wing itself was bent in an abnormal way.

"I think we should set it. Maybe that's why Cas is having tremors, because his wing is healing unnaturally."

"How the hell are we supposed to set a broken Angel wing?!"

"Let's give it a shot."

Dean sighed and nodded. Sam grabbed on the end of the wing, and Dean began poking around, trying to feel for the broken bone. Once he found it, he realized they were two bones that instead of being straight, one was crooked upwards. Touching it made Cas wince a bit.

"I think I found it. I need to set them."

Sam held on to the end of the wing, and Dean began moving the bones to set them. It wasn't as easy as he thought. Trying to make them move only hurt Cas more.

"It's okay, Cas. It will be over soon."

Dean was ready to set them, when his hand made a move he shouldn't have allowed, pushing the bone too far. Cas let out a cry of pain, moving around, making his wings move too. The good wing was getting in Dean's way.

"This hurts me more than it hurts you, Cas! Just calm down!" Dean shouted. The wing started slapping Sam in the face.

"Dude, stop slapping me with your wing!" Sam said, spitting out a mouthful of feathers which disappeared upon touching the ground.

This continued for a while, until Dean finally set the wings. Then, in the blink of an eye, they disappeared.

"Well, that was interesting. Is Cas any better?" Sam asked. Dean went over to Cas, who was still unconscious, and touched his forehead.

"He has a fever. I think he will be okay. But his mind won't be. We gotta fix that gradually, we can't fix it immediately."

"What if we can't fix it?"

"Damn it, Sam, we can fix it!" Dean shouted, but unsure. He then got out of the room.

Over the next day, Cas was getting better. The seizures stopped completely, but his mind was still messed up. The nightmares didn't end, and Dean ended up losing his sleep being in Cas' room trying to calm the Angel down.

"You're not with Lucifer, Cas, you're with me here... We are safe." He said, holding the Angel on his lap, smoothing his hair out.

By the end of the week, both Dean and Cas were a mess. Dean not having gotten enough sleep, Cas still being weak like crap.

The brothers would take turns at the night to calm Cas down, but he seemed to calm down quicker in Dean's presence, so they eventually moved the bed into their room. However, that only resulted in both of them not getting enough sleep.

This went on for several more days, and the brothers felt exhausted.

"We need help."

"I figured."

"But which Angel would like to help Cas? He's wanted all over heaven."

"You called, Sammy?" A voice said. Sam and Dean quickly turned around, and saw a particular Angel leaning against the door.

Both Sam and Dean stayed dumbfounded. Sam was too shocked to even speak, so Dean decided he would have the honours.

"Gabriel?"

Yay, Gabe's here! :3 That was a pretty short chapter overall. Now, I'm not gonna be the one who continues the story for like 20 more chapters and doesn't include any more torture, so stay tuned for that ;3