Chapter 2

Cas didn't know how long he'd been standing out in the cold, but it felt like ages. He searched for Sam and Dean, but the two brothers were nowhere to be seen. Castiel thought about calling them just to have someone with him to talk to. He wanted the comfort of not being alone, but he didn't touch the phone in his pocket. He just stared forward, putting his faith in the two men like he'd done so many times before. He just hoped that he wouldn't be left disappointed. He honestly didn't know how much longer he could wait. The red was nearly flooding his vision completely and the rage was pulsing beneath his skin, waiting for the perfect chance to take over.

The rage's chance came out of nowhere.

It hit Cas like a train. He bent forward, gasping as his vision tunneled and red became the only color he could see. He grunted and growled, slowly lifting his head when soft footsteps padded nearby. His body was stiff as he waited in the dark for who had triggered his rage. He could feel the hum of a soul nearby and the spell coursing through his blood hummed hungrily for it. Cas tried to fight against it like he had before, but it was too strong for him. If he still had all his grace and wasn't as weakened as he was maybe he would have been able to push the spell back completely. He only had a sliver left though. The rest had been used in the spell to expel the angels from Heaven. He was useless— a dulled tool.

A woman walked past him. She had brown curls atop her head and wore a yellow jacket. She didn't even notice him lurking in the dark. Her mind was elsewhere and Castiel wished that he could send his mind somewhere else as easily as she.

All at once Castiel snapped and his body moved of its own accord. He snarled and charged at the woman, grabbing her tightly. She screamed; eyes wide. Her hands lifted in a lame attempt to protect herself. She struggled, pushing against him and kicking with her feet, but Castiel was stronger than her. He was broken and weak, but he was still strong enough to hold her down. Tears slipped down her face and Castiel went for the kill. He raised his hand, but nimble fingers wrapped around his wrist, keeping him from striking the poor woman. Castiel turned his reddened gaze on the one who held him. He growled low in the back of his throat as he recognized the dark eyes staring back at him.

"Orifiel," he growled.

"Castiel," his brother said back. He tore Castiel away from the woman and the poor girl made a mad dash into the streets, screaming for help as she ran. The angels watched her go before turning back to each other.

Orifiel's eyes were dark compared to the far past bloodshot eyes that stared back at him.

"Look at you," Orifiel whispered. "What has happened to you, Castiel?" Castiel growled in answer and struggled against Orifiel with all his might. The animalistic part of him wanted to tear his brother in half, but the half of him that was still Castiel fought to hold back the other part with all its might.

Castiel wasn't strong enough.

He broke free from the angel and whipped out his angel blade. The angel ducked and weaved past Castiel's sloppy movements. Orifiel side stepped behind Cas and slammed a hard fist against Cas' skull before the raging angel could attack again. Castiel fell to the cold ground. Darkness swarmed the red in his eyes and Castiel fell into unconsciousness.

Castiel was in his right mind when he woke up. There with a sharp ache in the back of his skull and his wrists stun. He took in his surroundings, blinking his eyes a few times as color returned to his vision. He was no longer outside the building he and Crowley had once been in. No, instead Castiel found himself in a dark room of concrete. His hands were tied above his head, keeping him in a standing position. The bindings around his wrists were too tight and cut into his skin.

"Brother," a voice called from behind. Castiel strained his head in a failed attempt to look at the angel behind him. His head swiveled left and right, but the movements were utterly useless. "I'm sorry that I must do this to you." There was the small sound of an angel blade falling from the sleeve of Orifiel's suit. Terror thrummed in Castiel chest. He remained still, nails biting into his palms.

"Don't do this, brother," Castiel pleaded.

"I am afraid that I must, Castiel," Orifiel stated before swiping his angel blade through the air. It dragged across Cas' right hip and up his side. Cas' body spasmed and a scream pushed past his lips. The rage flooded his senses, using the spark of pain to take Castiel once again. Cas snarled and hissed at the angel torturing him, baring his teeth like a rabid dog. In a way he was. He was out of his mind and his brother was going to put him down eventually.

Castiel kicked with his untied feet and struggled against his restraints. Blood ran down his arms as his bindings sliced deep into his flesh. His torturer was unfazed by his acts. He continued to cut, slicing away until Cas' trench coat fell to pieces against the floor. Next went the black suit beneath the coat and Castiel was left in only his pants and a bloody, white dress shirt. Even his tie was sitting in the pile of tattered clothes.

Orifiel walked behind Castiel again, blade hovering over Cas' shoulder blades. Cas roared, bucking madly. His shouts were silenced though as the door to the room he was held in slammed open. Castiel froze, stunned as light shown outside the room. A man stood in the doorway and the red slipped away just a tiny bit, allowing Castiel to come back to his senses enough to recognize the angel within the young man with dark hair.

"Hannah?" Castiel croaked, mouth hanging open as the angel stepped inside. Hannah forced a smile at Castiel. It was sad and pained. He knew the answer to why of course. "Hannah, please. I—"

"No," Hannah interrupted, shaking her head sadly. "You don't get to say anything to me, Castiel." Her vessel's eyes were filled with anger as she met Castiel's bloodshot eyes, but Castiel could see disappointment there too. "You misused my trust. You freed Metatron and now he walks free. You betrayed me, Castiel."

"I did," Castiel admitted, forcing back the rage that tried to claim the small crack he had slipped through. "But, Hannah, I had to. I had no choice in the matter. The Winchesters needed my help. The mark...what it was doing to Dean...he…"

"Yes, the Winchester," Hannah sighed sadly as Castiel trailed off. "It's always for Dean isn't it? You chose him over us the last time too. Him and his brother...you'd do anything for them. Even betray me and all of Heaven." Castiel was silent for a beat.

"Hannah—"

"Enough," Hannah scolded. She stepped closer to Castiel, nose only inches from Castiel's. "You betrayed Heaven and like any angel you must be punished." Hannah looked to the angel standing behind Castiel again. She gave him a small nod. "Continue," she ordered.

An angel blade sliced through the back of Cas' neck and he screamed in agony as it trailed down to his shoulders and past his ribs. Hannah shuttered as he screamed, looking away with tears in her eyes. Orifiel paused in his ministrations.

"Hannah, I can handle this. There is no need for you to watch if it hurts you," Orifiel said gently. Hannah nodded thankfully and turned her back on the two. She paused outside the door, looking like she wanted to look back at Castiel one last time, but she didn't. Hannah rolled the shoulders of her male vessel and walked out of the room. The door slammed shut and Castiel waited for the angel blade to cut through him again.

The angel blade clattered to the floor as Orifiel tossed it to the ground. Castiel frowned in confusion. The bindings on his wrists were cut free and Castiel was suddenly shoved down into a chair. He was tied down again by the wrists, but this time the angel got his feet too.

"What are you…?" Castiel trailed off as his brother stood in front of him with a torture device Castiel had seen before. He'd seen it twice, both times used on people he loved. The first time was on his brother Samandriel and the second on Sam. Now his brother held it in his hands, ready to strap it to Castiel.

"I'm sorry, Castiel."

"Brother," Castiel pleaded as Orifiel grew closer. "Please don't! Brother!" Orifiel strapped it on and Cas struggled, the rage returning to aid him in his fight. It was too late though. His brother was quick in clapping everything into place and soon Castiel's head was encased in metal. The screws poked at his skin and Castiel growled as Orifiel's fingers wrapped around one. "Don't—" The screw pushed through Castiel flesh and skull. Castiel screamed; body shuttering and shaking within the chair. His brother didn't say a word. He only continued his duty, pushing and pulling the screws until all Castiel could do was roar and bellow.