Chapter Seventeen
Castiel
I don't know how it happened or how he got to me. One second I was walking beside Lucifer and the next I was in the back of Balthazar's car. The ride to the house was fast, too fast. I didn't have time to think or even try and escape. I felt my heart stop when I saw where he'd taken me. He'd taken me back to the one place I'd never wanted to come back to: his house. Dragging me from the car, Balthazar covered my mouth so I couldn't scream. Biting him didn't work like it used to, he just blinked at me and smirked like he was immune or something and I knew I was fucked. He took me to my old room and threw me on the bed before walking out again. Alone, I started to cry. Why was this happening to me? What had I ever done to deserve this? Thoughts of Lucifer, Gabe, Sam, and Dean filled me with nothing but fear and regret. They'd never see me again. I'd never see them again. I'd never listen to Lucifer singing, never listen to Gabe's jokes, never hold Dean again. Balthazar was going to kill me. I knew it. And I couldn't save myself, couldn't be strong like Dean was. I was weak. And I was going to die.
Balthazar came back a few minutes later and climbed on top of me. He was naked and his filth filled me with disgust. This would be my last memories before death. Balthazar's filth in my mouth would be the last thing I saw. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Dean, tried to pretend Dean and I were just playing around. It was no use. Balthazar stunk of day-old sweat and cologne and I wanted to vomit. I began to pray then, begging whatever God was up there to save me from him. To stop this. My prayers went unanswered and Balthazar slowly began removing my clothes. He suckled on my neck, moving slowly lower until –
BANG! At the sound of a door slamming open, Balthazar jumped off me just as my family walked in. Bobby held a shotgun in his hands while the others held knives in theirs. Balthazar smirked, coming towards them and I saw Gabe gulp, fear filling his hazel eyes. Dean, however, stared straight at Balthazar, unafraid. His face was set, determined, and I knew then that I was safe. Balthazar would not hurt me anymore. The sight of my family, of Dean, brought tears of joy and fear to my eyes and before I knew it they were spilling down my cheeks.
"Cover me Bobby." Dean said, starting to move past Balthazar to me.
"You want him? You can have the little fuck. He ain't any good in bed anyways." Balthazar said as more people filled the room.
"He's your brother you sick fuck! He's not supposed to be an easy lay!" Dean yelled, angry.
"You don't know shit kid."
A police officer came to stand in front of Balthazar, another beside me.
"Do you need medical attention?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Dean. I need Dean."
Dean was beside me before I could say it again, his arms surrounding me easily. The police officer nodded at me and went to help with Balthazar who was struggling to get free. Dean helped me back into my clothes and, when Balthazar was gone, we went to our brother's arms together. Lucifer's arms were tight around us all and we sobbed like babies for what could have been hours until Sam spoke, his voice hesitant.
"I'm glad you're okay Cas. You're…you're my brother too." He said.
"And you're mine. Can we go home now? I really want to go home."
Bobby nodded, ending his conversation with a police officer.
In the Impala, Dean tossed the keys to Bobby as we all crammed in the backseat together. I rested my head on Dean's shoulder, not speaking as we started to drive home. Lucifer spoke then, his voice quiet and careful.
"I'm sorry Cas. I..I should've been paying better attention."
I shook my head. "It wasn't your fault. You saved me. All of you. If you hadn't come…I…I would have been dead by now. Balthazar would have killed me."
He shook his head. "I could have stopped him."
"No. You, like me, were scared of him. You couldn't have stopped him."
Bobby agreed from the front seat, "Cas is right Lucifer. You couldn't have stopped it. We got him back and he's comin' home."
Lucifer nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of my head and I smiled up at him as we pulled into the front yard. Ellen was waiting on the front porch steps and, as we got out of the car, she ran down them to meet us. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she whispered an apology into my ear as we hugged. I rested my head against her shoulder as she pulled the others into the hug as well. I was home. I was safe.