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Chapter 3: Angels and Demons

Pain is a very powerful feeling. If one part of your body hurts then it takes energy from the remaining limbs in order to function. It's even worse when the pain is coming from your head to the point where it's almost impossible to breathe which is exactly where I find myself. I know that I was hit pretty hard because I had been knocked the hell out plus the fact that it brought tears to my eyes. I'm sure of this because I could feel the dry residue sticking to my cheeks. My arms and legs were bound and I was now sitting on a wooden chair. I tried hard to shake away the pain but was only met with more. It felt as if my brain were about to pop right out of my skull and the heavy smell of sulfur and some kind of vinegar did nothing to help. Suddenly I wanted to vomit. I let out a moan of discomfort and silently cursed myself for doing so when I heard a voice whisper in my right ear. It was my father's.

"Did you enjoy your little nap? Time to get up"

"Go to hell" was all I could muster.

"Been there, done that Sammy boy. Now it's time to play."

It was Dean who spoke.

I didn't remember ever feeling so sick in my life but I couldn't shake the feeling that things were only going to get a whole lot worse.

"Just tell me what it is that you want. Why are you torturing me?"

"Torture you? You've got it all wrong son. I believe it's your friends who are being tortured."

Part of me knew exactly who demon daddy was referring to but I still didn't want to open my eyes. With my curiosity getting the best of me, I allowed my eyes to flutter. At first everything was blurry and even the dim lights hurt my eyes. I tried this a few times before forcing myself to focus and when I did what I saw made me gasp.

Bobby and Jo were strung up by their wrist several feet in front of me. Jo had cuts all over her body and burn marks on her exposed stomach. Bobby's arms look as if they had been skinned. Not being able to take any more I looked over to the face of the man who raised me.

"What are you doing to them you sick bastard."

A hard right hand connected with my cheek causing my head to snap sharply to the right. If it weren't for the sharp jabs going through my head, it wouldn't have hurt as much as it did. I wanted nothing more than to send them right back to the bottom of the pit. I didn't understand how they could do this but then again they weren't really themselves. Were they?

"Watch your mouth boy or I'll be forced to rip out your tongue."

"I had that happen a few times in hell and trust me it's not a great feeling."

I rolled my eyes at Dean and wondered how they had escaped hell and what they wanted to me.

"All in good time Sammy." Dean replied to my unspoken words completely freaking me out.

"Right now, all we need you to do is sit there and listen. As you can tell by the body count of your fellow hunters we have been quite busy since we last spoke. You see there's a war coming. The greatest battle known to humanity and you have been chosen to hold a very high ranking position. You, my dear brother, get to be the great leader of the winning team."

"Not to be a complete asshole but this story is getting a little old"

"Oh but you haven't heard the best part yet. You know how you can do your freaky little mind trick? Well you can also do that to angels and steal their essence. All you need are a few really good lessons and then we can start on the wonderful road to overthrow the so call great one"

At this I laughed.

"I don't think Lucifer is going to go for a bunch of bitch ass demons taking over"

"Oh we don't mean Lucifer. We're talking about his daddy"

Their vicious laughter filled the air as I sat there stunned. I mean I always had faith, especially given what I do but this was shocking to say the least. Not only was there a God but there was a way to overthrow him and I was the key to it all.

This was some real bullshit. Why me?

"Really and how am I going to do this?"

"All in good time Sammy. Right now all you need to do is say yes" said Dean as he cleaned under his finger nails with a bloody knife smeared with Jo's blood.

"And if I don't"

"Then we're going to kill your friends slowly until you do"

Off his words my father dug a finger into one of Jo's open wounds causing her to scream out in pain before sticking the same finger into his mouth.

I cringed.

"Don't do it Sam" Jo pleaded with a faint voice and dull eyes that were locked on me.

I couldn't let her or Bobby die because of my need to stand up for what's right. However I knew that saying yes could have an even worse effect on the entire world.

"Come on Sammy" I heard Dean whisper in my ear as Bobby let out a scream.

My father was sliding a hot poker down his chest.

"Please stop it ok. It's me you want, not them"

"That's not how it works Sam. You're supposed to say yes to us and then we'll think about letting them go" Dean spoke as he ran his hands up and down my thigh

"Been working out hard lately, haven't you?"

He was giving me a look that made me want to jump out of my skin and clean it in boiling hot water. I couldn't believe that my own brother would look at me like that.

"You wouldn't believe the ways that hell can change a man and twist his sense of right and wrong. I've learned quite a bit Sammy and I plan on teaching you everything"

At that point my father stepped in.

"Are you ready to say yes Sam? Will you lead the charge on heaven? Or will your friends die? Your choice."

"Don't do it!" yelled Bobby.

He was in pretty bad shape and it hurt me to see him like that especially because of me.

"Shut up Bobby! You know I always thought that you talked just way too damn much for your own good. Let's change that, shall we?"

I watched in horror as him and Dean walked over to Bobby. Dean pried open his mouth as my father reached in with a knife and stabbed him straight through his tongue. The knife was now sticking out of his chin.

"NO!!!!" I screamed unable to do anything else.

"Do you get it now!" my father shouted.

I could feel my anger building even as tears slid down my cheeks. This was unreal but at that moment I knew that this monster couldn't be my father.

"Like Dean told you Sam, hell can do a lot to change a man and right now I may not be the father that you remember but just think of me as the new and improved version. Now if you don't want us to slice the bitch open and gut her sweet ass like a pig then you better say the magic word"

Before I could say one single word Jo interrupted me.

"No. Sam will not do it because he is a better and stronger man then you will ever be!"

Both my father and Dean turned to her.

"Oh is that what you think?" he said running his hands over her backside before cutting her down.

"I think I should show you just what kind of man I really am sweetheart."

He then pulled her up by her hair and dragged her out of sight.

"Leave her alone!"

"Sorry Sammy but we can't do that" Dean said grabbing a chair and sitting down in front of me.

I heard her scream and beg for what seemed like hours before I finally heard a door open. A second later I saw my father standing at Dean's side with a devious smirk on his face.

"I think she gets it now"

"Where is she?"

"She's with her father. I sent her there right after I showed her what kind of man I was. I have to say she really enjoyed herself."

"You're fucking dead, you hear me? Dead!"

"If I were you I would really learn how to pick and chose my battles because right now, you're losing this one"

I wanted to rip his heart out and feed it to him but something whispered in my ear and told me to close my eyes and I did. I could tell that a bright light filled the room because the blackness gave way to a deep red tint. I could hear my father and brother screaming and then there was silence. I slowing opened my eyes, slightly afraid of what I might find. When I did, I saw a man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was about 5'10" and he was wearing a long tan trench coat.

"We don't have much time Sam. I have to get you out of here before they come back and trust me, they will be back." he spoke in a low raspy voice as he untied me.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Castiel" he replied yanking me to my feet.

Before I knew it we were in a fancy hotel room it was insane. I panicked, backing away from him.

"How did you do that? Who the hell are you?"

He looked at me for a second, my own words lingering in the air. It was almost as if he were trying to find just the right words to say.

"I'm on a mission. I sent here by God to protect you."

I must have still been looking a little confused because he rolled his eyes threw up his hands in frustration before uttering the words that I never thought that I would hear anyone speak.

"Sam, I'm an angel"

I sat down on the bed exhausted out of my mind and trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened tonight leading up to this point. I needed answers and damn it someone was going to give them to me.

However, by the time I looked up he was gone and I was alone.