Over the next few days, Cas didn't learn much, but he gathered enough to know that he needed to escape. Unfortunately, that seemed pretty unlikely in his condition. On a Thursday morning about three days after discovering where he'd been, Cas was waken by an almighty kick to his ribs.

Castiel groaned and turned from his left side to his right and rubbed his stomach momentarily to calm the Nephalem down. The facility had stopped administering depressants to knock him out. There wasn't much of point anymore, and they figured that they had reached the limit for how much they had given him.

Cas was tired and didn't want to get up, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't. He was strictly bedridden for reasons mostly because the rebellious demons knew of Cas's determination and that if there was any way that he could contact the Winchesters, he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

Because of how tired he was, Cas could barely pay attention to even his own thoughts. There was no telling when they would give him Pitocin and he would die because his vessel was strong enough to hold an angel, maybe even an archangel, but a Nephalem would be out of the cards for any vessel. It was a miracle Cas had survived this long. It was also a miracle that his symptoms didn't resemble someone who was sick and would die if the slightest thing triggered it.

In fact, Cas looked to be in prime condition, even if he didn't feel that way. The demons had really gone all-out with keeping Cas comfortable and healthy, not typical with the average demon. Apparently, some were more compassionate, or rather, acted more compassionate than others might.

Interrupting Cas's state of daze, the nurse, Violet, entered the room to check on him. Her hips swayed gently as she walked into the room, not sexually, but casually. Her hair was dark auburn and eyes the same. Violet didn't seem to have a care in the world, neither about what they were doing to Castiel and why, but she acted with so much purpose for it, yet showed sympathy.

Violet sat in a chair next to Cas's bed and took her stethoscope out of a satchel. She didn't even speak. She just put the device on her ears, then placed the other component on Castiel's abdomen, searching for a heartbeat from the demon/angel hybrid.

When she found it, Violet leaned back in her chair and inhaled as a signal to say she was going to speak. "Well, it seems that the child is in a proper position so whenever the doc says to give it a go, it'll be time."

"How long?" It nearly shocked Cas for a moment, the way he had phrased it. It sounded like he was asking how long he had to live. There wasn't much difference, though..

Violet sighed irritably and closed her eyes while rubbing over her face with her hands. "I-I don't know. Probably tomorrow or the day after."

Cas swallowed, completely aware of the Nephalem's constant movement. Where are they?

~(*-*)~

Sam leaned back against his seat in the Impala and closed his eyes. The gentle sound of the rain outside calmed the younger Winchester from the stress in his mind. They were so close to finding Cas, but there was something missing and they couldn't figure out what it was.

Sam and Dean were parked at a rest stop that allowed overnight parking.

'Why waste a hundred dollars when we can camp comfortably in Baby for one night?' Dean had said.

While Sam stayed up doing research, Dean slept contently in the passenger's seat. You'd think that he had all the information he needed for the moment, but he was still on his search for the missing piece.

When the previous lead showed up, Sam and Dean were in Indianapolis, and now they had only a little bit more to go. They couldn't afford wasting time, so they needed to put all the pieces together before they made it there.

The disappearances had recently started up again. There were three people missing so far, so two more to go (presumably). If this creature really was using Castiel to impregnate it's victims, both Sam and Dean were going to have a giant problem. Kidnapping the Winchester's best and most trusted friend was one thing, but forcing him to rape innocent people? Technically, Cas was being raped too. They were going to be pissed.

Sam collected his thoughts and leaned forward to his laptop once again, quickly rubbing the pad since the screen had gone dark. The brothers were trying to avoid having to communicate with people, since they needed to do this job and get out as quickly as possible. If they waited too much longer, the people would go missing and Cas would be gone again.

Dean groaned in his sleep and Sam turned to him and smiled. It had taken a long time to get him to pull over and sleep. Dean's exuberant personality had derailed significantly ever since Cas had disappeared.

On the screen of Sam's laptop, a popup telling him that he had some sort of amazing prize showed up. He x'ed it out and opened up files he had downloaded earlier and planned to analyze. According to police reports, every victim went missing after they had been seen in a tavern called The Rising Sun.

Each person who disappeared had someone see them leave with a blond man in a dark leather jacket and ripped jeans who had a buzzcut and looked to be in his mid twenties or early thirties. This was a perfect description of Harold Ringgold.

Sam expanded his search to the general city, and found that plenty of new people had moved there in the past nine months. However, one setting seemed to stand out. It was a house that was meant for a very large family. There was only one floor but it took up nearly one-third of a block. The reason why it was so abnormal was because it was basically untouched and no one was known to go in or out. The lawn was perfectly mowed and bills were paid on time every month, but there were never any cars. It could just be a vacation home, but it was purchased two days before Cas disappeared and it was already past all of the major vacations.

The reason that Sam could learn this was because neighbors had recently been hearing yelling from inside the house, and police went to investigate, but the owner denied everything. He was an old man by the name of John Mendez who was actually a retired policeman himself.

Sam decided that this was where Dean and himself were going to be stopping when they arrived. He formed a plan in his head. Google maps assisted him on this. Sam and Dean would park a few blocks away, then sneak in through a back door. Since the area was relatively suburban, they probably wouldn't notice. They'd grab Cas, gather information from him, then go back to stop the problem.

The only issue was that nothing ever went smoothly for Team Free Will.

~(*-*)~

In the previous day, Cas spent his time on a tablet watching Netflix. Sure, it wasn't something someone would do when they knew they were going to die tomorrow, but what else was there to do besides that? It passed the time so he could seem less suspicious.

After the day was up, Cas spent his time planning his escape. While he feel asleep (the demons had stolen Castiel's grace long ago), he decided that he was going to wait until the very last moment to leave the room and run as fast as his condition would allow. Cas'd find a way out of the facility and after that . . . he wasn't sure. What person would help a man who looked to be either pregnant, or simply looked like he had drank too much beer in his lifetime. Cas, in scrubs, didn't look very friendly. It was almost certain that approaching someone to ask for a phone call would occur in negative results.

Waiting for the doctors to come in the room and inform him that the birth would be performed was much more tense than Cas expected. He didn't know much except that this would be the day that it happened. Cas just waited in his bed for someone to walk in with a group of people, a syringe in hand.

At nearly noon, the plan was ready to be enforced. Violet and Dr. Mendez were the first to arrive, along with a posse of other doctors in scrubs. Cas wasn't sure how he was going to get by all of them. Violet lended her hand and Cas hesitated, but took it.

Violet led him out of the bed and across the room. Cas gave the illusion that he was slow and incapable of athleticism. For the first time since Cas woke up, he was allowed to leave his room. He was taken to a completely white sterile room with a bed and tables. There was basically anything in there that you'd expect for a birth.

It was unsettling how much the cleanliness and neatness of the room reminded Cas of Heaven. Violet instructed him to lay back on the table. He knew better than to refuse right away. If Cas made a scene, demons would be called immediately and it would be impossible to escape.

Violet turned around to a table containing a syringe and a bottle full of clear liquid. She stuck the needle into the top of the small bottle and pulled the Pitocin into the compartment that held the drug before it was administered. She measured it as precisely as possible and turned back after placing the needle back on the tray.

"I'll have to wait for a few more doctors to show up. This will be a complicated procedure."

Cas didn't expect to feel reassured by her words. Only once before had a demon acted as kindly as Violet. It seemed that she had a certain sympathy for his situation.

Cas nodded and Violet retired to a chair in the corner of the room. Though a few others were currently in the room, it seemed to be an easy shot out of the place. If he could just get a hold of a weapon . . .

Castiel looked around the room before his eyes shifted back to the tray. There was a scalpel conveniently waiting there. Who would've thought that after all he'd been through, Cas was starting to see some hope.

He waited until there was a silence so deep that Cas could almost feel the disenchanted demons' thoughts. When it came, all that Castiel could hear was his heartbeat. The knife seemed to drift farther from him the more he stared at it, targeted it.

When Cas finally built up the courage, which seemed like ten minutes to Cas, though it only took a few seconds, he lunged forward quietly and smoothly. The demons didn't notice quick enough. By the time they were right near Castiel, he was already prepared to kill them. In his weakened and shabby attempts, Cas managed to kill every demon in the room except for Violet.

Violet stayed behind, shocked, using a radio to communicate with the others in the building. Unfortunately, Cas had already bolted out of the room, not soon enough, though. Violet had regained her purposeful aura. Unexpectedly, she threw a knife from her pocket. It missed, so Cas thought.

The blade slashed against the back of Cas's ankle. It pained him dearly, but adrenaline was given to him from the urgency of his actions. The heavy layers of skin and abomination piled onto Castiel's slowness. Somehow, though, he moved quick enough for him to turn a corner before Violet could catch up. There was a storage closet that Cas could hide in temporarily until a new plan could be created.

He took a moment to realize that there was medical supplies in this closet. Luckily for Cas, the entire facility was made to keep Cas and the other women completely healthy. Of course they would be stocked with this.

Cas bandaged his ankle and sat breathlessly on the floor beside the door so he could hear intruders approaching. Maybe Sam and Dean would reach him before he would be caught. It was common sense that the closet would be checked soon. All he had to do was wait.

~(*-*)~

By now, Sam had told Dean of the plan. It would be a rather stupid plan if Dean didn't know, saying as they were already packing their duffle bags to have holy water and exorcisms just in case they were correct and demons were the terrorists.

"What if he's not there?" Dean questioned.

"Well then we'll have to take them down anyways. Cas or not, this is still a hunt."

Dean was skeptical of the looseness of the plan, but he proceeded anyways. It was plain that he would do anything for Cas.

After getting to the locations, the brothers carefully opened a window in the back, where no one seemed to reside. The inside was unexpected. Instead of house designed like family pediatrics, what they envisioned, it was just long, white hallways. There were plenty of doors with different labels, but no security cameras for some reason.

They didn't have to investigate to realize that something was up. Sirens began to go off and the white lighting turned red. Obviously, something was afoot.

Conveniently, a loud speaker answered the Winchesters' questions.

Over the PA, "Main patient, Castiel, has escaped. Search. If found, shoot with darts. Do not hesitate. I repeat, do not hesitate."

Dean turned to Sam and grinned. "I think we arrived just in time, Sammy."

The two crept through the halls, not too many places to hide if someone came along. Fortunately, no one seemed to show up though there. After realizing that the creatures, whatever they were, had already checked that zone, it occurred to them that maybe they missed Cas's hiding place.

"Cas?! Cas, are you here?!" Dean yelled.

At the same time as his older brother, Sam shouted, "Castiel, show yourself!"

Dean gave him a funny look for being so direct, and using Cas's real name.

The two began to open doors to every room. Most of them were empty. A few held domestic bedrooms, but no one inside. Finally, they turned a corner that also appeared to be previously searched. There was a supply closet that hadn't been opened.

"Cas?" both brothers continued yelling. They were a bit quieter this time, though.

This time, however, there was a response. A grunt could be heard from inside the closet only a few yards away.

"Sam? Dean? Dean!" the muffled voice of Castiel projected.

"Cas!" the brothers shouted.

They sprinted to the door and opened it, revealing a puddle of blood, and Castiel. However, they did not at all expect what they observed.