"You're not supposed to screw with the rules." Gabriel held his hand out in front of him defensively.
"Oh don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you... much anyway." Dean smirked, stalking dangerously close.
Behind Gabriel was a white control panel, no doubt being used to fiddle with things in the other room to help his illusion. His arm didn't hurt anymore. It was purely a psychedelic sensation. "You got into my brain." Dean's tone was dark, almost satanic. "You messed with my family."
On the table, of course for convenience, was in fact an angel blade. No doubt in Cas's inventory, considering he spotted some of Sam's possessions in the same small pile. He was sharing the same close air as Gabriel now, close enough to smell his nervous perspiration. "You screwed with my head. I'm simply returning the favor."
Swiftly, Dean grabbed the blade up from the table, stabbing the angel square in the upper arm. Gabriel's scream was loud, and milk curdling. The scream of an angel. Small amount of blood oozed from his arm. Not enough. "Dean wai-"
"I'm sick of you screwing with me and the people I love. Mystery spot, Death Row's record on repeat, and now this." Dean twisted the blade as he pushed a little deeper. The screaming was more of a siren now. Loud, yet slightly beautiful. Castiel started groaning from his spot on the floor. Dean pulled down violently as he drew the blade away. The gash in Gabriel's arm left blood flowing in buckets, red sticky and hot. Dean's lip quivered like it always does when he kills for revenge. He sliced off the angel's ear. Working with Alistair in hell was enough to teach him the best torture techniques.
Castiel stirred again as the angel's screams grew louder. The blade tore through his over arm, splintering the bone into small shards. Parts sticking out like broken wood. Dean picked at muscles, ripped out hair. Gabriel was screaming, pleading, his body too broken by the power of the angel blade. For good measure, Dean stuck the hunting knife in the angel's eye. Gabriel was spitting up blood, crying it through his stabbed eye. His screams were hard to over power, but Dean toned him out. This wasn't enough. No one messed with his family. The sound of Gabriel's torment was enough to wake Castiel completely. "Dean." Cas grabbed firmly at his shoulder. "That's enough."
"Stay out of this Cas."
"What are you doing Dean?" he asked, trying to soothe the muscles of Dean's tense hand. "This isn't you."
"This sick son of a bitch thinks he can just play with us all whenever he pleases. If we just leave, he'll do it again. Accept, I may loose one of you. That's not happening."
Castiel softly slid his hand over Dean's. Trying to relax it enough to take the blade away. Gabriel's screaming had faded slightly at the pause of his torment. This seemed to piss Dean off a little. He skinned the blade along Gabriel's nose then pierced it right through, the cartilage breaking with a gutting sound as blood squirted onto Dean's face, accompanying the pools that stained his chest and pants. The screaming reappeared loud and painful. "Dean... stop please." Castiel begged.
"No."
"You don't understand!" He pleaded, "I- I can hear him... It's painful..."
"I don't care!" Dean yelled over the overpowering ringing I his ears.
"Dean..." Castiel looked at the Winchester regrettably, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry-?"
Castiel clamped his hands over Dean's ears and prayed. Dean could hear every whimper Cas could. He could hear the bloody cries. Like a plane crash, with a mother crying out in pain as her child screams in agony. It was a familiar sound. It reminded him of hell. The bloody, slashing, sorrowful pit of hell. He could even smell it, like a dying goat drenched in pig's blood. It was hell. You could feel an angel scream, and it felt like hell. "Stop it!" he yelled, "Stop it now!"
Dean pulled the angel blade away as fast as he could, and shoved Castiel's hands away from his ears. They were bleeding.