Dean closed the door behind him and turned on a small lamp, gun in hand and swept the room with his eyes then approached the figure prone on the bed. Dean crouched down and pushed the damp hair off the angels face. Castiels eyes were open staring at nothing, flat powder blue with no recognition of Dean. "Oh Christ, what happened to you?" Dean sat carefully on the bed and looked at the damage, the welts were mottled into a mass of bruises.
Noticing the dried fluid mixed with blood, Dean gently parted Castiels buttocks and checked the damage, as he realized the angel was no longer intact. Someone or something had enjoyed inflicting the pain. Dean didn't feel comfortable examining further, he was no doctor and Castiel was beyond what he could fix.
Dean called Dr. Max, as he was known to all the hunters. Max was a real doctor, a son of a hunter who skipped the life for medical school. After his residency he opened his own practice and was very successful. He had a large, built in group of patients waiting for him so in addition to the civilians as Max liked to call them that filled his waiting room each day, after hours he kept busy taking care of the more wicked wounds that hunters couldn't take care of themselves.
"Hey Max, its Dean Winchester, I need to bring someone in, can you meet me at the front door? Thanks, be there as fast as I can ok?" Dean wrapped the bed cover around Castiel and carried him to the Impala and headed for Dr. Max. "Baby why don't you talk? Gotta find out who did this, was it Sam? Demon? Angel?" Cas just sat quiet with the same blank eyes. " Just hang in there baby because whoever did this is gonna wish he was dead before I get to him"
Sam checked into a dive hotel for the night. He had to get his mind together, figure out what the next step was. He didn't have much of a problem working alone, no baggage to drag him down but he still couldn't get big brother out of his head. Soul or no soul, dead emotions be damned he just couldn't kill the green eyes swimming in his head. Sometimes he felt like he was going crazy.
It was a feeling more like Dean was his possession and no matter how many people he fucked, they were always poor replacements for his brother. It was like eating at a salad bar over and over with a steak behind glass he couldn't get to. He tried finding men that looked a little like Dean so he could pretend it was his brother ramming or blowing him. Sam would close his eyes and yell Dean's name but in the end he felt unsatisfied.
Sam had to admit being with the Angel was excellent fun. Sam undressed and got into the creaky hotel bed and closed his eyes, he imagined he and his brother tag teaming the angel, Sam pounding him from behind and Dean raping his pretty mouth, brothers kissing over the angels rag doll body then swapping places. Sam groaned, arching his body to the images then slammed down to the bed spurting over his torso. "Fuck, I've got to make that happen someday" he said to the empty room and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Castiel was on the examination table, Max had him on his side and his nurse Maggie was noting each wound. Dean stood next to the angel and smoothed his hair. "Dean for the rest of the exam could you step out? Maggie needs to clean him and see if he needs any stitches, its delicate" Dean let Maggie take his arm and guide him out, stopping in the doorway he turned to Max "So you know he's an angel, why isn't he healing already?" Max shook his head and waved him out, "We can talk later Dean" Maggie shut the door.
Max came out after what seemed forever to Dean and sat down "Lets talk Dean, good thing is nothing was broken but he was beaten like a rented mule. He is a mass of black and blue, scabbing , he was raped and it was pretty brutal, he is in rough shape and needed stitches. Its going to a long recovery. Why he isn't healing faster? I think its because Cas checked out at some point during the worse part. He is still in there somewhere but hidden, it's a protection mechanism when someone is brutalized like this. I hate to call it normal reaction but it does happen."
"So when is he going to snap out of it? You have to give me something here doc, when does the mojo come back, when can he tell me who did it? Can I take him with me?" Deans hands were clenched in fists, the anger hadn't left and grew on its own. Max sighed and sat back in the chair "Look, talk to Bobby about the mojo, I don't know a damn thing about angels ok? I don't know when he will talk and you can take him as long as you don't stress him physically or emotionally. Everything will come with time, healing, talking when he decides to come out of hiding and the rest is up to God". Dean snorted, "yah like he was there with Cas yesterday". Dean picked up Castiel and carried him to the the Impala and headed to see Bobby.
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Sam slept late, almost missing check out, he quickly packed up his few belongings and drove to the nearest gas station. Sam entered the building and before he could turn around and head back out Ed made eye contact with him. "Well Sam of all the gas stations in all the county here you are" Sam was stuck and walked over to Ed smiling as genuine of an old Sam smile he could. "so hey Ed I want to apologize for leaving you guys hanging on the Walking Iron gig but your here so I guess it went ok". Ed nodded "Yah we could have used you but it worked out. So have you seen your brother yet? He has a ton on his plate right now." Sam shifted uncomfortably and looked at the floor. "That angel of his, someone or something did a number on Cas in more ways than one. The angel is AWOL somewhere in that head, checked out, not talking. Dean is going to figure out what happened and then watch out!"
Sam cocked his head and smiled, "checked out? Not talking?" maybe I better go back and see Dean, maybe give him a hand. See you later Ed." Sam paid for his gas and turned the car around heading back to the house.
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Dean made up Bobby's bed with fresh sheets and put Castiel down then went to the other bedroom to look for clues. He just couldn't figure out how Cas was summoned and how anyone could get the jump on him. Dean pulled the two beds apart and started there. On a hunch he kicked up a corner of the carpet and saw the sigil, yanking up the whole carpet he marveled at the elaborate markings. "What the hell is it?" Angrily he scuffed out the markings with his boot until it was just chalk dust on the floor and put the carpet back. He pulled the blood stained sheets off the beds and and a necklace fell to the floor with a strange symbol. Dropping the sheets he ran downstairs to Bobby. "Bobby do you know what this means?" Bobby grabbed the necklace "I don't but I can sure as hell find out", Bobby grabbed some books off the shelf and handed one to Dean. They sat going over the pages of each book and when the Johnnie Walker bottle was almost gone Bobby slapped his book and said "found it! It's the symbol for Belial, a demon of sodomy, lies and trickery among other things. A real nasty one"
"Bobby what do you make of it? Someone acting on the demons behalf, did Crowley send something? I got to say Sam crossed my mind with the way he was acting but it can't be him, its not like Cas didn't have a million and one things out to get him and now this….its gotta be demon". Dean wondered why something or someone was sloppy enough to have dropped the necklace but then the whole thing didn't make sense.
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Sam figured he covered his tracks by placing the necklace in the sheets, even if the angel talked he could be 3 counties away by then but this new information was exciting. He could go back, be with Dean and put on the best acting of his life. Work his way back in as long as the angel didn't snap out of it. At least it was something, it could buy him time to be with his brother. Sam pulled the car in and got out, taking a deep breath he enter the door to Bobby's and stepped into the kitchen.
Dean and Bobby stood and looked at Sam. "Hey big brother I came to help out, I ran into Ed and he told me what happened, really sorry about Cas. Look I know I've been a bitch, I apologize ok? Please forgive me, I'm trying to hold it together and the whole not having a soul thing makes it tough." Sam held out his arms to Dean.
"Dean until we find out what happened I'm not real comfortable with Sam, he is not real stable right now". Dean looked at Bobby with pleading eyes "Please Bobby, I know he didn't do it, I need his help and I'll vouch for him I swear". Bobby's shoulders dropped and he knew when the boys had him beat, he loved them both like his own and it was always hard to say no to them. "Ok Dean, if you watch him, I'll be outside getting some air".
Sam hugged Dean and whispered in his ear "its ok, I'm here for you, I'll help you find out what happened" Sam kissed Dean and smiled "take me to Cas, I want to see how he is doing, I can help out with him."
Dean was used to his brother having his back in tough times and that's what this was. Feeling Sammy hug him was like coming home, just like his old Self. Taking Sam's hand he led him up the stairs to he Castiel.