When the door slammed closed behind Dean, Feliciano's fight or flight response kicked in and he flew out of the house. He found himself sitting in the front seat of the Ferrari, looking around for the key before he came to his senses.

"What am I doing? I can't leave them in there!" he said. The Italian stared out the front windshield at the quiet house, heart hammering in his chest cavity. "If I leave, they'll die. Sam, Dean, and Lovino. I can't let that happen! I have to go back in there!"

Still, the young boy didn't move. It seemed fear had frozen his muscles in place. The young boy took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and getting out of the car. He slowly walked around the house, looking in windows, trying to find any sort of clue of where they could be. As he passed a darkened window, covered by curtains, he heard a sort of hacking cough from inside.

Quickly walking toward the window, he realized it was slightly cracked open. He slid it open as quietly as possible. Shifting the curtain to see inside, he realized the window was right behind the witch, Autumn Daniels. He craned his neck to see the walls. Dean was pinned to one wall, Sam and his brother to the other. The witch was chanting a spell which was obviously causing her hostages severe pain. Feliciano looked back to her and noticed something shining on her wrists. He studied it closely and realized it was the amulet.

"It makes sense she would keep it on her like that." he muttered under his breath. He realized all he had to do was destroy that and he could save his brother and friends. Without a second thought, the young boy slipped into the room through the low window. He quietly snuck up on her and grabbed for her wrist.

His hand closed around her thin wrist and he almost managed to grab onto the chain holding the amulet. The witch whipped around, her spell ceasing. "What the hell, you little annoyance. You should already be dead!"

Feliciano froze, hand still hovering over the amulet. He smiled sheepishly up at Autumn. "Well, I'm not."

She muttered a quick spell that through the poor boy against the wall. She turned, focusing all her energy on him, and started muttering the same spell she had on the other three. Feliciano screamed, shocked at the pain coursing through him.

"Die, bitch!" the cry came from behind her. Lovino, who had been freed from the witch's spell, when his brother distracted her, slammed his gun into the back of her head. She dropped to her knees, mostly out of surprise, which broke her from her spell casting again. Feliciano fell to his knees, relief rushing through him.

Feliciano almost cried at the sight of his brother. He had blood staining his chin and shirt, and his face was still twisted by the remnants of pain from the spell.

"That's not how you use a gun! Don't hit her, brother! Shoot her!" the younger cried.

"My God, Feli! You think I didn't think of that!? I'm out of bullets, dammit!" the other yelled back. He waved the gun around, giving his brother a look. "That's pretty obvious."

"Oh…" mumbled Feliciano. "Well, I lost mine, so…"

"Will you always be useless!?"

The witch, having already recovered, listened to the two argue with slight amusement. Then, she through them back to opposite walls. Feliciano noticed that Sam and Dean were both laying on the ground, not moving. He prayed they weren't dead. His brain went into hyper drive to figure out how to save themselves.

Pray… God… Angels… Angel… Castiel!

Feliciano suddenly snapped his head up and locked eyes with his brother. "What about Castiel!?" he screamed.

"What about him!?" Lovino yelled back. His face contorted in confusion. He had no clue what his brother was getting out.

"We need to contact him somehow! How do Sam and Dean do it?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know, dammit!?"

"You've spent a lot of time with Dean! Has he ever tried to contact him with you around!?"

Lovino thought for a bit. "I think he did in the cemetery, but I don't know how he did it. I was wandering around lost, remember? I explained this all to you!"

The younger dropped his eyes down to the witch, who was watching him cautiously. "Who are you talking about?"

Feliciano ignored her and looked up to the ceiling, thinking desperately. If only his grandpa were here now. He would know how to handle a situation like this. He would be ashamed to say he raised them right now, though. Not being able to do anything to save their friends or themselves.

Suddenly, Feliciano heard his brother start screaming, "Castiel! Please, help us! We need you!"

With renewed fervor, Feliciano joined in on the chorus of shouts to the angel, desperately trying to gain his attention and his help. He didn't even know if this would work, but he had to try.

With their shouts gaining volume and strength, the witch became anxious. She didn't know for sure who Castiel was but something told her she didn't want to trifle with him. She started quickly chanting the spell from earlier, focusing all her energy on silencing the two.

Their calls for help soon turned into screams of pain. This was ten times worse than it had been before. Feliciano started coughing up blood, just like his brother. He felt his organs being squeezed and twisted by the witches spell. He tightened his hand into a fist, wishing he had been able to grab the amulet when he had the chance. Tears pricked at his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling again. Just as he started to black out from the overwhelming pain, he saw a flash of light above them. Then, nothing. He fell into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Hiya! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I tried really hard to get this up quickly for all of y'all readers out there. Review and tell me what you thought. This story is going to be winding down soon enough.