Hey so I've been meaning to update for a while now but revision for my exams have kind of got in the way, but heres chapter two for anyone who might be reading this. I'm not actually sure where this is going, I have a brief idea but we'll see! ;) Also I did originally rate this M but I don't think it will be heading that way now that i've thought about what im going to do, so I've changed it to T.

Castiel wasn't quite sure how much more of this he could take. His body was sizzling with pain, he felt pain in every inch of his body, places he didn't even realise his vessel could feel. Yet the worst pain of all was his humilation. He could take all the pain and the punishment any day but knowing the two people he had actually grown to care for was seeing his pain too was the worst feeling for him ever. He'd always seem strong and industructable to them, I mean for one he'd come back from the dead more than once, yet now here he was being tortured in the worst possible way. He was feeling mixtures of emotions, emotions he didn't know he could feel. There was betrayal, anguish and regret and most importantly he felt vunerable, weak even. He could never imagine the depth of pain he could feel, however the worst part of it was that he believed he deserved it. He chose to find the way to open purgatory, it was his decision to work with Crowley instead of confiding in Dean. Its just he hated asking Dean for help, especially after seeing him live his life after Sam went to hell. He didn't want to be the weak one, he deprives himself in his power over the humans, knowing he can help them gives his exsistence meaning. Then came the news that Raphael wanted to take leadership over heaven. The same Raphael who wanted the apocalypse to happen, after everything they fought for, hell it even meant Sam jumping into a cage with Lucifer and Michael. No he couldn't go to Dean for help, he was desperate so he took the advise of a demon, the advise that would change the course of the future, the same advise that had almost little chance of success, but he would find a way.

The room was dingy and black, the little light that exsisted was only just visible creeping from behind the barred up windows that were high above the ground, they were designed perfectly for such a event, there was no possible escape. The room was long yet the space available felt so confined. The walls were worn, shabby and discoloured, this was the exact place nobody wanted to be alone.

When Dean finally came around, he found that his hands were tied above his head, which was leaning against a wall. The cold touch to his bare skin, when he moved sent shivering vibrations through his body. When he realised that his whole body was tied down he started to panic, he looked to his side to see Sam staring back at him with a worried and sympathetic expression , he was in the exact same position, hands behind his head and his body tied down.

"Howdy Dean! you've finally woken up to join in with the fun"

Dean recognised the cold and heartless voice of the man speaking. He looked up to see Alistair staring down at him, with that same expression he remembers from the pit when Alistair offered him the deal to inflict the pain on others in return for his own soul to be spared.

Then suddenley he saw him, he would never had recognised him from all the blood and cuts that covered his face if it wasn't for that one trench coat. He saw how the angel, who he now though of as his brother was tied to the long pole, peering down from the far ceiling. The angel was too short to actually reach the length of the pole and with his hands tied to it so brutly, it actually lifted him off the ground a few inches. The angels body was covered in blood, Dean couldn't actually remember a time that he had seen as much blood as this. His arms, face and chest had been slashed so badly that if this was a human being, he would most certainly not stil be breathing. His face was badly bruised and swollen that is actually started to force the angels eyes shut. Dean felt sick, he actually felt the need to throw up there and then. He wasn't even sure if Cas was breathing or not, expect the pained expression of Cas taking a breath now and then, kind of gave it away. Castiel was shirtless, his normal tie and shirt had been ripped off and only his trench coat remained over the upper part of his body. There was all sorts of patterns and shapes carved into his body that Dean had actually felt relieved that he had only now just woken up. He had never seen Castiel like this before and it sickened him that an angel, a powerful creature of the lord had been turned into this.

"Well we could recap everything you've just missed, but I have many more tricks up my sleeve." Alistair spoke with a smirked tone. Dean had actually forgotten he was in the room and that reminded him, how the hell was he here? Sam didn't send him back to hell, he actually killed him. Then he remembered, of course, the place where all the disrupt and damaged souls go, Purgatory.

" Yes I bet your wondering why I was given a second chance" spoke Alistair who seemed to have read Dean's mind.

"Well my, or shall I say our new God gave me this second chance. He seemed to be quite a fan of my doings in hell and seemed to just need me on his team. He promised that if I do whatever he commanded, then I was free to leave. After all you know what Im Capable of Dean" continued Alistair with a wink.

Dean shivered with the memory and decided to change the topic. " So what Raphael is recruiting demons now, what the hell is he planning?"

Alistair smiled again. "All will be revealed in good time." He suddenley turned his at attention back to the task at hand. He moved his finger towards Castiels face and smoothed it over, the pouring blood that was lying there. He then brought it up to his mouth and licked it.

" Taste's like heaven" he said sarcastically

Sam who at this point had been relatively quiet turned towards dean with an expression that Dean had become quite used to, reading what the hell should we do. Yet Dean didn't know, he couldn't think, he didn't even have the power to move his eyes off the angel, standing infront of him. He felt the uneasiness grow in his stomach, his heart was breaking, he couldn't adjust to seeing Cas like this. Castiel was Dean's friend, brother and angel, nobody, just nobody had the right to hurt him like this, especially a demon.

Castiel's stomach turned inside out when he heared Alistair speak to Dean, this meant he was finally out of his unconscience state and was able to see Castiel in this position. It had been bad enough that Sam had awoken at the time the worst of the torture started. The fact that the man had been awake to hear the painful screams made Castiel even more embarrased. Yet he couldn't help it, the pain was excruciating. But now Dean too, he had always felt that bit more closer to the older Winchester, mainly because he felt a sense of obedience towards him, he trusted the man more than any other supernatural creature has trusted a human before and he felt almost responsible for him, so the fact that Cas did lie to him made this a whole lot worse.

He decided to close his eyes, he couldn't look at Dean when this was happening, the most easiest way to get through it was to be oblivious to his being there. Castiel knew the worst of it wasn't over, this was just beginning and the cursed look on Alistair and even Crowleys face meant there was something a hell lot worse to come, something Castiel would never had imagined.

Also if theres a small possibilty that you might actually have read this please review, good or bad, I'd love to see how I could improve with it, thankyou.