Caged Heat Part 2

Dean, Sam, Angela, and Castiel stood outside of Crowley's monster prison.

"Seems pretty quiet," Dean said.

Castiel shook his head. "It's not, I can feel it. Meet me at the side door." He replied before disappearing.

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Castiel opened the door to let Dean, Sam, Angela, and the demons inside the prison.

"This all seem a little too easy?" Angela asked.

"Way too easy." Sam agreed.

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"Is someone there?" Brigitta asked from her cell. "Please. Please help me. You gotta get me out of here. Please! You gotta get me out of here."

Dean and Angela paused at her cell.

"Come on, guys," Sam said. "We gotta move."

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Castiel stopped walking. "Wait."

"What is it?" Angela asked.

Dogs could be heard barking in the distance.

"Dammit." Meg sighed. "Here come the guards."

"Hellhounds," Dean said. "Go!"

They ran for the nearest set of doors, wedged them shut with a piece of wood and drew a salt line. The two demons who accompanied Meg didn't make it and were ripped apart by the hellhounds on the other side.

Angela shook her head. "I knew this was a trap!"

"What do you want, a cupcake?" Meg sassed.

Sam finished drawing the salt line and stood. "Alright, that should keep them out."

"Not for long," Dean replied. "How many of them are there?"

"Lots," Meg replied. "I'll be pulling for you…from Cleveland."

"What?!" Dean snapped.

"I didn't know this was gonna happen." Meg shrugged. "Bright side: them chewing up my meat suit ought to buy you a few seconds. Seacrest out." She added as she tried to vacate her host body. She frowned when nothing happened.

"A spell, I think, from Crowley," Castiel said. "Within these walls, you're locked inside your body."

Dean smirked. "Karma's a bitch, bitch." He said. He frowned as Sam took out Ruby's knife. "What are you doing, gonna slash at thin air until you hit something?"

Sam held the knife out to Meg. "You can see them. Take this. Hold them off. It's our best shot."

"At Crowley," Meg replied. "Take it and go. You kill the smarmy dick. I'll hold off the dogs."

"How're you gonna do that?" Angela asked.

Meg grabbed Castiel by the neck and kissed him while removing his angel blade. Castiel pushed her up against the wall and returned the kiss with interest.

Meg looked shocked as Castiel broke the kiss. "What was that?"

"I learned that from the pizza man," Castiel replied.

"Well, A plus for you." Meg nodded. "I feel so…clean. Okay, gotta go."

"Whoa, whoa, is that gonna work on a hellhound?" Dean asked.

"Well, we're about to find out," Meg replied. "Run."

Dean, Sam, Angela, and Castiel took off. Meg faced the shaking doors and prepared to fight the hounds.

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"Can't see jack," Dean muttered as they walked through the stairwell.

Suddenly there was a blinding light and Castiel vanished. Samuel stood, his hand on an angel banishing sigil.

"Cas?!" Angela exclaimed.

Sam narrowed his eyes when he noticed Samuel. "Angie. Dean."

Dean glared at Samuel. "You sold us out?" He asked. Three demons appeared behind the hunters and grabbed them. "Damn you, Samuel." Dean shook his head.

"Yes," Crowley said suddenly. "And I have to say, best purchase I've made since Dick Cheyney."

"Hiya, Crowley," Angela said. "How's tricks?"

"Above your pay grade, Bambi," Crowley replied. "Been working. Big things. Alas, you'll be too dead to participate."

"Really?" Angela raised a brow.

"Shame I have to do away with you three." Crowley sighed. "Rather enjoyed your indentured servitude."

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Dean and Angela were thrown into one cell and Sam was thrown into another one.

"Sam?" Dean called.

"Yeah," Sam replied.

Dean looked at the ground. "Angie and I are standing in pee."

Sam looked at the floor of his cell. "Consider yourselves lucky…"

"Yikes," Angela replied. "That sucks."

A little window in the door was opened from the outside by Samuel.

Angela narrowed her eyes. "You want forgiveness, find a priest."

"I just want you guys to understand." Samuel sighed.

"Oh, we understand…that you're a liar." Dean replied. "You talk about putting blood first, which is funny 'cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he actually did."

"I am putting blood first." Samuel defended.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, gimme a break!"

"Mary's my blood!" Samuel snapped. "My daughter! Don't come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother. It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, plain and simple."

"Oh, that is such crap!" Dean shouted. "You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own family!"

"See it how you want. I don't even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him?" Samuel raised a brow. "And you and Angela? You're strangers. No, really, tell me: what exactly are you supposed to be to me?"

Angela squared her shoulders and walked up to the door. "I'll tell you who we are. We're the people that you never want to see again." She replied. "Because we'll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see us, we'll be there to kill you."

"Don't think there's gonna be a next time," Samuel replied.

Angela smirked darkly. "Whatever gets you through the night, Samuel."

Two demons working for Crowley dragged Dean and Angela out of their cell and down the corridor while Samuel just stood by. Sam had heard the entire interaction.

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Sam was pacing in his cell, then squatted down and bit into his arm at the wrist, drawing blood.

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Dean and Angela were pushed into a room with blood and guts all over it. Then the demons brought in two ghouls.

"Enjoy." One of the demons smirked.

"Alright, alright," Dean said. "Shawshank's a great flick, but let's skip the shower scene, huh?"

The ghoul smirked at his companion. "Look, breakfast."

~/~\~

Two demons entered Sam's cell.

Sam was crouching by the wall furthest from the door. "What did you do with my brother and Angie?"

"Oh, you'll find out." One of the demons smirked. "You're about to join them."

They got caught in a devil's trap that Sam had painted on the ceiling using his own blood. Sam smiled wickedly, blood on his teeth.

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Dean and Angela were fighting the ghouls.

"I hate ghouls!" Angela exclaimed.

Sam ran down a hallway, looking for Dean and Angela. "Dean?! Angie?!"

"Let me go, son of a bitch!" Dean yelled as he fought one of the ghouls.

"Dean! Angie!" Sam exclaimed. He arrived just in time to save them from getting eaten. He staked on the ghouls with a metal bar ripped off the wall.

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"You know, you're sticking that thing in all the wrong places," Meg commented.

"Really?" The demon possessing Christian asked. "You sure were squealing."

"Knock yourself out. It's a host body." Meg replied. "Some girl from Cheboygan, moved to LA to be an actress. It's probably not even the worst thing that ever happened to her."

Meg screamed as the demon continued torturing her with Ruby's knife, then suddenly she started laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" The demon asked, confused.

Dean appeared behind him, grabbed the knife out of his hand and stabbed him in the back.

"Dean Winchester's behind you, meat sack," Meg smirked.

"We should go," Sam instructed.

Angela quickly untied Meg.

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Crowley arrived at the room where Meg was being tortured and found Dean sounding the alarm. "You should be ghoul scat by now." He frowned before he was knocked down from behind. "Really necessary? I just had this dry cleaned." He scoffed. He sighed as he looked up to see a devil's trap. "So, to what do I owe the reach-around?"

Meg entered with a smirk on her face. "Crowley."

"Whore." Crowley greeted.

"Okay, you know what," Meg muttered. She used her demonic powers to injure Crowley internally, making him cough up blood. "The best torturers never get their hands dirty. Sam wants a word with you."

Crowley sighed. "What can I do for you, Sam?"

"You know damn well." Sam glared. "I want my soul back."

"And here I thought you just grew some balls, Sam." Meg sassed.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Well?" He asked Crowley.

"No," Crowley said simply.

"Meg?" Angela asked.

Meg tortured Crowley some more.

"I can't," Crowley said.

"Can't or won't?" Sam raised a brow.

"I said 'can't'. I meant 'can't', you mop-headed lumberjack." Crowley snapped. "I was lucky to get this much of you out. Going back in there for the sloppy bits? No way. I'm good, but those two in there? Forget it."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Sam asked.

"You don't." Crowley shrugged. "But it doesn't change anything. I'm telling you. Sam, why do you want the thing back? Satan's got one juicy source of entertainment in there. I'd swallow a rag off a bathhouse floor before I took that soul. Unless you want to be a drooling mess."

Meg sighed. "Sam, I hate to say it, but he's right."

"Yeah, right." Sam nodded. "I get it. Thanks. He's all yours."

"Whoa, what are you, crazy?" Angela frowned. "He's our only hope."

"Angie, you heard him," Sam replied. "He can't get it. He's useless."

Dean handed Meg the knife. She went to enter the devil's trap.

Meg looked back at the three hunters. "You'll let me back out, right?" She asked When they nodded she stepped into the devil's trap. "This is for Lucifer, you pompous little—

Crowley took her down in an instant and uses the knife to break the devil's trap. He pinned Sam, Dean, and Angela to the wall using his demonic powers. "That's better. You don't know torture, you little insect."

Castiel reappeared suddenly. "Leave them alone."

"Castiel, haven't seen you all season," Crowley replied. "You the cavalry now?"

"Put the knife down," Castiel demanded.

"You that bossy in Heaven?" Crowley raised a brow. "Hear you're losing out to Raphael. The whole affair makes Vietnam look like a roller derby. Hey, what's in the gift bag?"

Castiel took out a skull from the bag he was holding. "You are."

Crowley frowned. "Not possible."

"You didn't hide your bones as well as you should have," Castiel replied.

Crowley clapped mockingly. "Cookie for you."

"Can you restore Sam's soul or not?" Castiel asked.

Crowley sighed. "If I could help out in any other—

"Answer him!" Angela snapped.

"I can't." Crowley shook his head.

Castiel incinerated Crowley's bones and he burst into flames. Meg vanished into thin air.

"Well, she's smart, I'll give her that," Dean said. "I was gonna kill her too." He admitted. "Of course, I'd have given you an hour with her first." He smirked at Castiel.

Castiel frowned, clearly confused. "Why would I want that?"

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Sam, Dean, Angela, and Castiel stood by the Impala.

"Thanks, Cas," Angela said. "Hadn't it been for you—

"Crowley was right." Castiel interrupted. "It's not going well for me upstairs."

Dean sighed. "If there's anything we can do—

"There isn't." Castiel shook his head. "I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I'd rather be here."

"Look, Cas, we know you got a steaming pile on your plate," Angela replied. "There's no need for apologies. We're your friends."

Castiel nodded and looked at Sam. "Listen, Sam, we'll find another way."

"You really wanna help?" Sam asked. "Prison full of monsters. Can't just leave 'em, can't let 'em go."

Castiel nodded. "I understand." He replied before disappearing.

Angela looked up at Sam. "He's right, you know?"

"About?" Sam asked.

"About your soul," Angela replied. "We'll figure something else out."

Sam shook his head. "No, we won't."

Dean scoffed. "Why, because Crowley said—

"You heard what Crowley said," Sam replied. "And I heard what Cas said. Putting this thing back in would smash me to bits."

"We don't know that for sure," Dean argued.

"You know what?" Sam replied angrily. "When angels and demons agree on something, call me nuts, I pay attention."

"You say this now?" Dean asked. "After we practically died trying to—

"Exactly!" Sam cut him off. "We almost got ourselves killed. I mean, how many times do we risk our asses for this? Enough's enough."

Angela shook her head. "Sam—

"I don't think I want it back." Sam cut her off.

Angela froze in shock at his words. "You don't…you don't know what you're saying, Sam."

Sam shook his head. "No, I'm saying something you don't like." He replied. "You obviously care, a lot. And that's going to be your downfall, Angela." He explained. "You're letting your emotions get in the way of logic. It's weak…you're weak." He added. "I think maybe I'm better off without my soul."

Angela looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She was at a loss for words. "You're wrong." She murmured. "Y-you don't know how wrong you are…"

"I'm not sure about that," Sam replied. He turned and started to walk away.

Angela felt her legs shake and she collapsed onto the ground. "No." She breathed. "No, no, no…" She sobbed.

"Sam, don't walk away!" Dean yelled. "Sam! Sam!" He shouted. Dean knelt down next to Angela and held her. "Kiddo—

"I've lost him, Dean." She sobbed into Dean's jacket. "I'm never getting m-my Sammy b-back. He's gone!" She cried.

Dean looked at her sympathetically. He didn't know what to say…hell, what could he say to make things better? "I'm going to fix this." He assured. "I swear to God." He whispered. But truthfully, he didn't know who he was trying to convince more. Angela or himself.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) The ending of this one was so, so sad to write...and y'all are not ready for the next two chapters. Slight spoiler: when Balthazar explains the spell to Sam, I changed it from patricide to uxoricide. Anyway, stay tuned and don't forget to review! Your feedback is the most important thing :) Love y'all.

~Emily