Chapter 3

Cas screamed in agony as Orifiel turned the knob again on the headset, drilling the nail farther into Castiel's skull. Bloodlust and rage blinded Castiel. He wanted nothing more than to rip himself from the chair he was held in and beat his brother to the floor until the feeling of warm blood and grace covered him. Any spark of free will or kindness had been washed away by the never ending stream of rage that hit Cas at all sides.

Another screw slammed home into Castiel's temple. Cas' head flew back as far as it could and his mouth opened wide in a wailing cry. The door swung open unexpectedly and Cas' torturer jumped back. Hannah stepped into view, eyes wide as she stared at Castiel's beaten and broken body.

"H...Hannah!" Orifiel stammered. "What are you doing here?" Hannah stepped farther into the room, eyes stuck on the headpiece fastened to Castiel's bloodied head.

"I...changed my mind. As the new caretaker of Heaven it is my duty to see out any and all punishments to those they are bestowed on." Hannah's fingers reached out tentatively, brushing against Cas' cheek. Cas growled at her touch, too far gone to really be able to tell that it was kind, loving Hannah who had touched him. He bared his teeth at her, threatening to bite if she touched him again. "What have you done?" she questioned, fear in her voice as she looked to Orifiel. "This was not what was ordered of you."

"Hannah," Orifiel sighed sadly. "Believe me, this hurts me to do this, but Castiel must pay severely for his crimes. I'm not only talking about what happened with Metatron. I speak of everything, starting from the day he sided with the Winchesters and going all the way to now."

"And this is justice?" she questioned, pointing at the headpiece. "This is too much, brother. The mind is a delicate thing and to tamper with it even on a prisoner is sick." Eyes darkened and Castiel watched as his torturer picked up the angel blade on the floor.

"And?" Orifiel questioned. "What will you do about this?" Hannah stared at the blade.

"I don't wish to fight you, brother —"

"What will you do?" Orifiel growled again. Hannah licked her lips slowly and nodded upwards.

"You will be taken off this mission," she stated. "You—" Her brother swung his blade at her and Hannah whipped out her own. Metal clanged loudly together and Hannah stared up into dark eyes.

"I will not. I made a vow that he would pay for what he did to our brothers and sisters," the angel growled. "I will put him down like the dog he is along with anyone in my way." Hannah's teeth grit and she tightened her hold on her blade.

"Then you'll have to cut through me," Hannah growled, pulling back her blade and swiping it at her opponent's chest. Orifiel dived back and the two clashed, fighting one on one. Hannah made a swipe at Orifiel's chest and he kicked her, sending her flying backward. She smacked into Cas, accidently bumping the headset strapped to her brother's head. Cas screamed in agony and something warm flooded throughout his mind. It wasn't painful like before. It soothed him and Castiel found himself closing his eyes and rejoicing in the feeling.

The sound of blades swiping against each other caused him to open his eyes again and Castiel gasped in surprise when he did. His vision was back to normal again. His sight was no longer tunneled and the red had dimmed greatly. His thoughts were also his own. The blaring voice in his head that had been pushing him to attack had died, leaving his own thoughts to take over.

Cas glanced over at Hannah, watching as she and Orifiel sliced and dodged back and forth. He looked away from them, ignoring the fight. His opening had finally come. He put all his focus on the straps holding him down. They snapped after some wiggling and Castiel quickly tore off the headpiece and got started on the bindings on his ankles. The straps snapped too after some fiddling and Castiel stood. He made to bolt for the door, but froze mid-step. A blade flew through the air and collided with the chest of Hannah's vessel. Hannah's eyes went wide and Castiel yelled out for his sibling. Hannah looked at him with sad eyes and a small smile. She mouthed at him, whispering to him to go before collapsing to the floor. Her body seized and grace shown, marking the angel's death.

Cas stared at Hannah's limp body. She had wanted him to run— to go find Sam and Dean. Castiel wanted to too, but as he stared at Hannah's body his own rage called for the spell that had been sent to the back of his mind. Castiel's blood boiled and he let out a feral growl before lunging at his torturer and Hannah's murderer. Orifiel yelped in surprise and tried to fight back, but Castiel was fueled by rage and a purpose. His brother lifted his angel blade, but Castiel pinned it in their locked hands before grabbing at his brother's head. He twisted it, snapping Orifiel's vessel's neck before grabbing the angel blade and stabbing it down into Orifiel's chest. The body crumbled to the floor alongside Hannah's and all was silent.

The little bit of red that had eased back cleared from Castiel's eyes and the rage drained out of him. Cas' legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees. He looked over his brother's and Hannah's dead vessels. He dipped his head, grief throbbing at his heart. He could have just sat there and waited for more angels to show up and finish the job his brother didn't get to finish, but Castiel couldn't let that happen just yet.

Painfully, Castiel pushed himself across the room to his tattered trench coat. He fished through the torn pocket, finding his phone safe inside. He dialed Dean's number slowly and put his phone on speaker before letting it fall from his hands onto the floor with a clatter. The phone only rang once before it picked up and Dean's voice shouted on the other end.

"Cas?!" Dean called. "Cas?!"

"I'm here, Dean," Cas muttered softly. He could hear the hunter sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Thank God! Cas, where have you been? I couldn't find you and you wouldn't answer you damn phone and…" Dean trailed off and Cas listened to the man breathe in and out slowly before deciding to speak.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Cas apologized, voice hoarse and shaky from screaming and the raw emotion bubbling within him.

"Cas?" There was worry in Dean's voice now. "What's the matter? What's happened?" Cas didn't answer, but Dean didn't give up. "Cas, talk to me, buddy. Are you okay?" Cas stared at the angels lying dead by his feet. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes.

"No," he whispered hoarsely. "No, I'm not."