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'Where am I?' Willow asked, her voice deadly calm as she pressed at the invisible bindings, testing out how far she could move. 'This isn't what I pictured Cas being into; I'm assuming I'm somewhere else. I'm also assuming you're here somewhere bitch.'
'Watch your tongue,' a voice spoke from the darkness and Willow felt a sudden flash of pain hit her cheeks, it felt like a red hot poker scalding her cheek, she knew she was bleeding from the wetness sliding down her neck. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from screaming or making any noise at all. Be it only a dream, they still weren't allowed the satisfaction of hearing her squeal.
'Fuck yourself,' she spat out, squinting in the weak candle light to see her capacitor, she winced under her breath as he jumped forwards and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her face closer to his.
'Learn your manners,' he snarled before stepping back into the darkness and the pressure on her arms and legs were realised as he stepped back into the light.
'My names Lucifer,' he said softly and Willow took a small step back, her eyes darting around but only taking in darkness, 'don't run,' he grinned. 'We need to talk.'

Castiel was pushed away from Willow with a start; he was in no way asleep but so wrapped up in the paradise in her mind that he was completely unaware of everything around him. He was thrown on to the floor and within a second he was back on his feet and leaning over Willow's convulsing body, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her – her head dropped back limp and her hair which was damp from sweat was stuck to her forehead. The dark colour of her hair contrasted with how pasty her skin had gone. She was moaning under her breath and Castiel found it unable to wake her, in front of his eyes ruby red blood spilled from the cut from her cheek making a painful moan escape her blue tinted lips.
"Dean," Cas tried to yell, his voice coming out as only a horse whisper as he couldn't lift his eyes away from her pained expression as he still held her in his arms, "Dean," he yelled louder, and before Castiel could even think about anything else Dean was standing behind him.
"What the hell happened?" he yelled as Castiel moved out the way, it pained him to be away from her but his healing powers didn't seem to work on whatever was wrong with her and he needed Dean to make her better, he needed it.

Willows body was twitching on the bed while Dean cradled her head in his hands, pushing her hair off her forehead as he checked her temperature, his hand almost burning on her feverish touch.
"Shit Cas she's burning up, Bobby, Sam," he yelled, and then turned to face Cas, "hurry get into the bathroom, start running a freezing cold bath."
Before Cas could more or even reply, Willow was in Dean's arms and he was running into the tatty old bathroom, placing Willow down as gently as he could in the once white bath tub and running the cold tap, splashing the water all over Willows broken body. Castiel stood in the door frame and as he watched Dean he couldn't remember ever feeling so powerless, without his touch he was useless and she was vulnerable, he'd let his happen.
With a start Willow flew upright, clutching her cheek and breathing in large, frightened breathes, her wet hair sticking up at odd angles as she ran a shaky hand through her hair. Castiel rushed forward to lend his hand as she hung onto both him and Dean with an ice cold grip as we helped her walk down to the panic room. Bobby and Sam disappeared to get a towel and some whiskey, and once they returned, Willow was already looking better.
Castiel noticed the way the colour was beginning to return to her body, and the hardened look in her eyes came back, she looked tired but neither he nor Dean wanted to mention it, she was sat on the edge of bed ready to start pacing at any minute and Castiel couldn't help but to momentarily let the guilt swallow him up, it was his thought he should have been more careful. Made sure she was safe.

"You mind telling us what happened?" Dean asked her once Bobby and Sam returned to the panic room, concern etched into his eyes as he held her gaze steadily.
"I was asleep with Cas," she began nervously, not meeting anyone's eyes but still noticing the raised eyebrows that the Winchester boys exchanged and she sent them a daring look, "and Castiel was protecting my dreams from the nightmares – and it was nice," she smiled faintly and looked at Castiel who was trying not to show his smile, and finally succumbed, ducking his head down in a last vain attempt to disguise the grin spreading across his face.
"What do you mean by nice?" Bobby asked her suspiciously.
"Do you want details?" she replied sarcastically, before continuing, "but it was like I was pulled out. Lucifer pulled me out." Silence ensued after that, "I don't remember what he said," she added quietly which was when she noticed the looks shared between Castiel and Dean, the tension from them two filled the air, as Bobby silently poured her another whiskey, which she downed before smacking Dean round the back of the head, once she had his attention she gestured at Castiel, "What?"
"What what?" he asked her trying to sound innocent.
"Dean don't be an ass monkey, what are you two manly staring into each other's eyes about."
"Dean wants me to check your soul," Castiel spoke up, looking up at the ceiling, "Lucifer has a nasty habit of hurting souls for fun."
"So check mine," she shrugged, trying to get eye contact from him but failing miserably.
"No," he replied bluntly and coldly, "it's like torture."
She glanced at each one of them in turn with her round perceiving eyes and shrugged, crossing the room to Castiel and pulling his hand into hers, "I don't care. Please. You're all worried and I trust you, I want to know I'm okay too," she added softly, standing on tip toes to reach his lips for a split second, "I want to be sure I'm not a monster."
Willow stood still for a second gazing into Castiels seemingly bottomless blue eyes before he nodded barely, finding it unable to ignore her pleadings.
"Lie down," he told her, his voice husky and emotionless as he rolled his shirt sleeve off, and slid her top up to just under her bra.
"Um," Sam said coughing politely, his protectiveness seeping into his voice, "do you really need to pull her top up?"
"I am less likely to destroy her, so yes."
And with that Castiel ignored all his instincts and pushed his hand in, petrified of messing up.

Willow opened her eyes, she felt woozy after the excessive amount of pain that night, but the look of guilt in Castiels eyes made her swing her legs off the bed and walk to the centre of the room, lighting a cigarette as she did do, taking a deep drag before asking the dreaded question. "Soul okay. Not been eaten by monsters?" she tried to laugh it off but the warning look Dean sent her told her to shut up. Willow in all her years of living with them boys she'd never seen any of them more pale and worried than she had now.
"Nothing dangerous," Castiel replied, not telling any lies but not the truth either, he prayed momentarily after the words escaped his mouth that no one would pull him up on his strange answer but thankfully and to his surprise no one did.

Short and crap, but Lucifer wants Willow, that's the beginning of this tale for them!

Surprises are more to come, I know it's taken a while to get this far but now the plot is rolling.