Broken Down
Alright so this chapter is going to be reminiscent of the first chapter. I made it a lot less graphic because I know how people felt about that first chapter. I can't promise there won't be mentions to it later on though which may hold more graphic bits but for this one, it's going to be low key.
Dean Winchester enjoyed the normal life.
For the most part.
Sometimes he did miss hunting. He missed keeping the world safe from demons and monsters and all other sorts of Hell, or Purgatory, spewed creatures.
He had one such moment of "home sickness" after a particularly rough day at work where he almost quit just to get away from his boss. The drive home was filled with muttered curses and actions he wished he could do to his boss and get away with them. He wondered vaguely if he could convince a demon to possess the man, just to have an excuse to kill him. His muttered continued as he made his way into the apartment building and found his brother retrieving mail.
"Hey Dean, rough day?" Sam asked.
"I swear Sammy, if I'd have know this was going to be how things were, I would have stayed in the family business." Dean replied. Sam raised an eyebrow, wishing he could sympathize with his older brother but had nothing. Dean grabbed his mail and the two climbed into the elevator.
"Did you want to join me for dinner and talk about it?" Sam suggested.
"It's a little sad that it's Friday and this is our plan." Dean muttered. Sam tilted his head, waiting for an answer. "Yeah sure, fine. Got no other ideas and I'm starved."
"Well I got some Chinese sitting up there." Sam informed him. "I brought it in then realized I needed to get my mail so...here I am." Dean actually grinned and shook his head. They stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to the room. The older of the two grabbed the younger when he heard noises inside.
"Do you got company already?" Dean asked.
"Uh...no." Sam replied.
"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered. Sam sighed and slowly unlocked the door. He pushed it open gently and listened to the sounds of pacing feet. He raised an eyebrow in curiousity as he and his brother slowly made their way inside. Hoping to all Gods that it was just a burglar and not a demon or something else of that caliber, the two brothers steeled themselves and moved into view of the living room.
And there they froze, confused and bewildered.
"Cas?" Dean asked, staring at the Angel standing in the middle of the room.
"Mal?" Sam uttered in surprise, his eyes on the unconscious, nearly naked, girl lying on his couch.
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Several Hours Earlier
"This the place?" Mal asked, looking out the front window.
"This is it." Castiel replied.
"It's a police station." Mal pointed out.
"It's been abandoned for several years." Castiel informed her as they vacated the vehicle. "There was a fire."
"I see that." Mal muttered. Her eyes drifted over the burnt walls of the old building. "Okay, I'll go through the front door, you go through the back."
"Perhaps we shouldn't split up." Castiel argued.
"It'll be fine, I'll yell for you if I come across anything." Mal assured him. Castiel still didn't look convinced and went to argue but Mal quickly cut him off. "Two different ways is faster than one. We find him, we kill him, we go on to have a much better version of our earlier tryst." The girl smiled and winked at the Angel. He sighed but finally agreed and vanished to enter from the other side of the building.
Mal entered through the front alone and shone her flashlight around carefully. She stepped around the bits of rubble littering the floor and held her gun ready. Her stomach twisted in anticipation and nerves, a feeling she didn't like much. Her search spread through the lobby, into one office, then two, through a break room and finally into what she could only imagine was once an interrogation room. She was starting to get annoyed and glared at her reflection in the stained two way mirror. Her eyes darted around in the room then returned to the mirror where they paused before widening in disbelief.
She was no longer alone.
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Castiel's search was proving fruitless as he gazed into multiple cells, some with the charred bones of inmates that had been caught in the blaze. He sighed, feeling the demon but not feeling it's precise location. Getting a sudden panic, he began to extend his senses to locate Mal. His natural hearing picked up on her before his Angelic senses could stretch enough. A sudden scream had shattered the silence and without thinking, Castiel took off running in the direction of it. He threw open a door and headed for where he believed the source of the scream had been. Knocking open another door, he found himself in a small room, broken and burnt remains of monitors were at one wall while another peered into a second room. Castiel moved to look into that other room and his eyes widened when he saw Mal tied to a table. Arms and legs roped to the legs of the table.
He had every thought focused on teleporting to her and he would have if not for the ring of fire that had burst into life around him the second he laid eyes on the girl. Castiel looked around fearfully, knowing without thinking that he was trapped and unable to save Mal.
"So glad you could join me, Mallory." A voice spoke in the other room and Castiel looked through the glass to see a man with black eyes standing next to the table. "It's been a while, I've missed you." The Angel could hear Mal's thoughts as her mouth was covered with duct tape. He could hear the fear and realization that this was not only the demon that had possessed her brother four years ago but it also seemed to have taken the body of her biological father. The demon reached forward and puts it's hands either side of Mal's head. She tried to twist away but he held her steady. "Now now my dear, that's not nice. I'm the only one here. The only one you'll hear and understand."
"No..." Castiel muttered softly in horror, knowing just what that meant. "MALLORY! NO, MAL!" It didn't seem to matter how loudly he yelled, and he knew in the back of his mind that it didn't, because the demon had limited the girl's hearing. She would never hear the Angel and therefore would not know he was there.
"We have...a lot of catching up to do." The demon explained casually. His eyes lifted and a smile crossed his face. Castiel felt sick to the fact the demon knew he was there. Something was planned, that much the Angel was sure of, and he knew he wasn't going to like it at all.
The knife came out of nowhere.
The demon brandished the weapon wildly, every time bringing the blade closer and closer to the girl. Mal, for her part, was struggling as if her life depended on and in all truths, it probably did. She screamed and yelled behind the duct tape, the Angel hearing his own name several times in those yells. Tears fell from his eyes and he stood and watched helplessly, his body teetering right on the edge of the holy fire.
"Let's get to more familiar territory, shall we?" The demon questioned. With several quick, calculated slices, Mal's clothes were shredded and ripped from her body. She screamed behind the tape, the fear evident in her. "Look at you, all emotional. I feel privileged. No other demon gets this, huh? No other demon makes you feel this...scared." Tears were on the teenager's face now and she couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe she was going to have to go through this a second time.
Couldn't believe that Castiel was ignoring her.
Mal whimpered as the blade touched her bare skin and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"We were interrupted last time." The demon reminded the girl, smiling manically at her even though she couldn't see. "What happened again? Oh yes, I remember...you shot me. Point blank, in the head. Your brother's head. Tsk, Tsk, little girl, you really must learn some manners, mustn't you?"
"No! No!" Castiel continued to yell from his prison. He was nearly blinded by his own tears, fury mixing with pain and guilt. He watched the knife dig several long streaks into Mal's body. Each time, she screamed, withered, cried out for help. A part of his heart broke when she stopped calling his name, calling for his aid. He knew by her thoughts that she couldn't understand why he wasn't there, knew that she believed he had abandoned her once more.
His redemption was broken.
He fell to his knees after watching the torture for longer than he knew. As soon as the demon's hands went to the button of his pants, the Angel's strength gave out. He pounded his fists at the floor, putting several dents on it but achieving nothing else. His mind consumed with Mal's pain filled thoughts and fear.
Nobody came to help.
The torture, it would have been hard for Castiel to gain her trust back after that. But the rape...he feared he would never have the Mallory he had grown to know back. The peace she had held for the last few days would be forever gone and it was his fault. He wouldn't get to look at her again without the overwhelming guilt encasing him or without seeing that hurt and betrayal in her eyes.
"She's all yours Angel cakes, thanks for stopping by." The demon spoke from nearby and Castiel paused. He heard the sound of a zipper being done up and knew it was a cruel addition to the pain that was already being felt. The fire went down, the Angel was freed, and the demon vanished with a smirk before he was attacked.
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Present
"Holy mother of..." Dean muttered. He shook his head and glanced at Mal. She had no wounds or scars to physically show that she had been tortured and Dean knew without asking that Castiel had healed her before bringing her to the apartment.
"I didn't know where else to take her." Castiel explained. Dean looked at his friend, taking in the blood shot, red rimmed eyes and knew that he hadn't been told the whole story but he would have to accept what he had. "Her...her clothes and vehicle are...back...there."
"We'll keep an eye on her while you get it." Dean agreed to the unspoken request. Castiel hesitated slightly not nodded. The Winchesters he trusted, they would watch and care for Mal. He vanished and that gave Dean a few seconds to observe his brother.
While Sam had been paying attention to the story, his eyes had remained on the girl that he had earlier named. Dean was wondering about that, trying to figure out how his brother knew this girl who was practically still a kid.
"So...Sammy." Dean spoke slowly as he wandered to his brother's side. Sam knew he was in for it as he turned his attention to his brother. "Wanna explain?"
So this was finished actually like forty some odd minutes after the last chapter but I figured it would be a few days before I got a few reviews. But then when I checked my email today I found a bunch of them so I decided to give you guys this. Already started working on the next chapter as well.