Castiel groaned wishing the chains were just a little longer. Just an inch longer and they wouldn't pull his shoulders so badly, each link was etched with enochian and a ring of burning holy oil kept him confined. He shifted trying again to ease the pain and flinched when the door opened.
"I'll ask you again. Where is she?" The sonorous voice asked.
"I will never tell you." Castiel replied and cried out when the lash struck him across his naked back.
"Where is she?" The voice asked again, it would be the only question asked.
Castiel shook his head and the lash struck again.
4 Months Ago:
Alora hummed under her breath while she planted nasturtiums next to the Yarrow in the planter box on the roof of the apartment building. She checked her notebook and nodded before dusting off her hands and climbing the fire escape back to her apartment. Living with Castiel as an Angel had taken some getting used to, he didn't work at the convenience store anymore and he was gone a lot these days but when he was home he was more intensely hers. He'd taught her how to draw the sigils and where. He'd entrusted her with the secrets to fending off and even killing an Angel or a demon and she'd dutifully written them all down. Her new life with Cas was about survival and safety as well as love, he worried about her constantly and since regaining his Grace he'd become more serious but he was still her Castiel.
She closed the window and checked the salt line before heading into the kitchen to wash her hands, while she was scrubbing dirt out from under her nails she heard the familiar flutter of wings and turned to see Cas smiling at her as he shucked his trenchcoat. It was a tacit sign that he was home, safe and with her.
He strode to her and lifted her up so he could kiss her and she wrapped her legs around his waist kissing him back. It had been two weeks since he'd been home and she missed him, he walked them to the bed and lowered her down to the mattress still kissing her, he tasted like rain and sweet cream and the cool wind at dawn and she loved it. Sometimes he tasted like smoke and whiskey and regret and she liked that less, it meant that he'd been with Sam and Dean and they'd pushed him to do something he didn't want to do. She wished she could hate the two men that had so much of a hold on him, there were days he'd come back his spirit fractured by something Dean had said but Cas had asked that she try to understand, to allow him to make amends for all the terrible things he'd done before he'd met her.
Cas drove those thoughts from her mind as he shed his shoes and his shirt, his hands deftly pulled her shirt off as he kissed down her neck then his hands slid under her back and lifted her up so he could worship her breasts in a way that had her arching and crying out for him. He groaned against her skin and her hands skimmed along his back. Her fingers found the scars and she smoothed her hands along them, he could heal almost anything but some wounds healed human slow. She'd memorized every scar, every flaw and mark on him. He peeled her pants down her legs taking the panties with them and then shed his own and pushed her a little further up the bed so he could join her his hands pushing her over the edge of orgasm.
It never ceased to amaze her that this Angel loved her, he'd always amazed her with the depth of his love as a human but now he was so much more. He'd lived for millennia, would live for many more and yet he loved her. He pressed the length of his body to hers and they locked together, her head swam and she swore she could feel some spark of the divine in him when they made love. He seemed almost frantic for her today and she shared the feeling.
When they were finished and lay twinned together she asked him how his mission had gone and she felt privileged that he shared the details with her, usually he was so secretive. When he was finished she rolled onto her side and dragged the pile of pictures she'd printed over so she could show him. He smiled and ran his hand up and down her side while they looked through them. These moments were his favorite.