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Gadreel sighed as he check Gabriel's injuries the next day. Gabriel was watching him with sharp golden eyes. Gadreel wasn't offended by the distrust that he saw there. He knew that if he was in Gabriel's position he wouldn't be eager to trust.
Gadreel started to bandage the wound for the third time and stated with relief lacing his voice, "Your injury is not infected and should heal with no complications as long as it is not reopened." On the last part of his sentence he shot the agent an almost annoyed look that somehow also told Gabriel not to reopen it or else.
Gabriel smirked not at all threatened. He knew that if he didn't escape soon he'd die anyway. "I make no promises." He grabbed a wet cloth and began to clean his knuckles, painted red with dried blood. Both men winced as Gabriel wiped the red stain away
He finished with his left hand and moved on to his right. Gabriel didn't look up when Gadreel heard the question, "Hey Gadreel. If you had two days to live, what would you do?"
Gadreel looked up to meet the bright eyes of the small agent on the bed. Two days and this man would be gone. He was to be killed by one brother in order to hurt another. Gadreel labeled the situation as simply wrong and he was hoping that Gabriel would find away to escape. He looked away and started to pack up the first aid kit. "You will survive." He was glad that he had looked away knowing his expression was anything but confident. Gabriel didn't need to see that.
Gadreel stood up. He walked over to the door and stopped right before exiting. "To answer your question, I would burn this place to the ground and die honorably."
The answering spark in the doomed agent's eyes was well worth the risk of being overheard. Gabriel smirked and said, "Gadreel that sounds like a challenge." The confidence in his eyes made him no longer look small to Gadreel. Gabriel looked dangerous. His eyes flashed with new seemingly bare contained energy. The men shared their own private scheme. Neither of them would go out without taking this place with them. As Gadreel walked away from Gabriel's prison, he couldn't help anticipating Gabriel's attempts.
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Dean was going to kill them! No. That would be to easy for the scum that dared to lay a hand on Cas.
Dean clenched his fist painfully tight as he imagined what he would do to Alastair and Azazel.
Dean would make them beg first. He would chain them up and break every bone. He would beat them until they were a thousand times worse than his communicator. If Dean got the chance he would-"
"D-Dean."
Dean's eyes snapped open and his fist unclenched at the sound of his whispered name. He ran over to the bedside as he gave Castiel his full attention. He would deal with those sons of bitches later. Cas came first. "Damn it Cas. What were you thinking?" Dean wanted his words to sound strong, maybe a bit angry but the only thing that came out was concern.
Castiel slowly put a hand to his concussed head and stated, "It was Alastair." Dean rolled his eyes and answered, "Yes Cas and why were you anywhere near the dick? We know that he hates your family."
Castiel shook his head slowly and clarified, "I believe it was Alastair that ordered the hit." Dean's eyes hardened and he demanded, "That's what this was about Cas!" Castiel nodded slightly as Dean's loud voice hurt his head Cas opened his mouth to continue but Dean cut him off with a harsh demand of, "Cas! Shut up!"
Betrayal showed through Dean's mask of anger. "You're working with Sam. You could've told me. You should've told me! You can't take on two trained agents by yourself.
What do you think Sam's going to find anyway?! Huh? He's either going to find Gabriel's corpse or a shell. If your brothers still alive, death right now would be a mercy because there is only one reason to keep a captured agent alive and it's not to throw a party!"Castiel's eyes narrowed and he said, "I am well aware that Gabriel may have been a victim to torture but that doesn't mean that Sam and I will just give up. If it was Sam or me you would look."
Dean glared and yelled, "That doesn't mean you have to be stupid about it! You almost died Cas! One of your ribs decided it would be fun to pop you lung!" Castiel flinched and rubbed his temple. Concussions was suddenly too much. Dean couldn't deal with seeing Cas bruised and in pain, not now while Sam was God only knows where and he was stuck in the base with Cas plotting with Sam behind his back. Dean Winchester could handle a lot of shit but the fact that Cas almost died and he could do nothing was too much. He needed out right now! Dean turned his back on Cas and walked towards the door.
Castiel reached towards Dean when he got up but missed grabbing on to his agent's hand. He didn't want Dean to leave. He didn't want to be alone in the infirmary with his attackers most likely in the rooms next to him. Without thinking Castiel attempted to sit up. It was a horrible idea.
Pain. Pain radiated through his body and Castiel couldn't draw a real breathe. He let out a choked cry and curled up around his injured lung. He silently begged for it to stop. He was overwhelmed as the world blurred around him. His lungs burned as all he could manage were cut off gasps for air. The world seemed to shrink to the pain. There was nothing else and then mercifully there was.
Strong arms were wrapped around him and Castiel was pulled into an upright position. "Cas! It's okay. I've got you. Come on Cas you have to breath!" Dean.
Castiel tried to do what Dean told him but all that he could manage was half intakes of air. He heard Dean swear and then say, "Alright, It's alright Cas. Breath with me okay. Just like this." Dean's hands shook but despite his agent's obvious nerves, Castiel felt the chest he was pressed against rise and fall with Dean's even breathing. He closed his eyes and focused on doing the same.
Dean watched Castiel closely and continued to breathe deeply for him to copy. Slowly, Cas' breathing evened out and dazed blue eyes looked up to meet Dean's sharp green. "My apologies Dean."
Dean let out a surprised huff of laughter. Only Cas would apologize after his lungs decided to stop working. Dean thought he should be the one apologizing. How could he have just tried to walk out on Cas when he was hurt like this? Sometimes Dean really hated himself and now Cas was looking at him with big pleading eyes as he asked Dean to forgive him. Dean hated the pain he saw there.
"No need man. It's fine." Dean pulled Cas closer and assured himself, It's fine. He's breathing. Castiel looked at Dean and tilted his head. "I thought you wanted personal space?" Dean laughed again and told Castiel, "I think this can be an exception. Don't you dare do it again." Dean sighed and then said, "You and Sam are going to do this and I'm not going to sit on the sidelines with my thumbs up my ass.
Now tell me you have some evidence against Alastair."
Castiel gave Dean a small smile and Dean knew he had made the right choice by helping.
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Sam drove quickly to the criminal base where the shooting had occurred. It was as good a place to start as any. Sam broke every speed limit he came across to get there fast. He parked a mile away and jogged to the base where he was met by a group of agents with guns. Red lasers' dots appeared all over his chest.
Sam hadn't expected anything different and he put his hands up as they approached. Sam smiled as he recognized the blonde leading them. "Hey Jo."
A few minutes later Sam found himself sitting in Jo's new office with a hot cup of coffee. He cradled the warm cup close as Jo sat down across from him and stated, "You're in a lot of trouble Sam. The Agency doesn't know what to do with you. You broke protocol and have almost been missing long enough to be called a deserter. Sam I'm sorry but why are you even here?"
Sam put his coffee down and stated, "Gabriel might not be dead." Jo looked at him like he was a kicked puppy.
"Sam I know this must be hard but-" "No, Jo this isn't me being crazy! Castiel confirmed it.", Sam said quickly. Jo's eyes narrowed but somewhat reluctantly allowed Sam to continue. "The shooter that shot Gabriel never misses unless, he wants to take someone alive and he always takes people out by a shot to the eye. Jo please you have to help me here. Please?"
Jo sighed. She knew how much Gabriel and Sam cared about each other. She smirked thinking about how both of them seemed blind to the other's obvious affection and asked, "What can I do?" Sam beamed at her and he told her what she could do.
It took some doing to sneak Sam down to the prison that was at the base, but Jo wasn't leading for no reason. Jo nodded towards one of the cells. "His name is Jake Talley. He was caught trying to escape after we took over here."
They were going to try and get information from the prisoners anyway. There was no real harm in letting Sam try first. Sam nervously glanced through the bars at the man sitting on the floor. He took a deep breath. Sam and Gabriel both hated torture and here he was about to force that man to spill his guts. Jo frowned and put her hand on Sam's shoulder. "You don't have to do this Sam."
Sam shook his head and glanced back into the cell. Jake was shackled to the wall by a short chain. The man couldn't move much and he looked uncomfortable sitting on the floor. When Sam thought about Gabriel locked up like that he felt sick. He had to do this because at any moment someone could be doing the same to his agent and Sam couldn't risk being too slow. He wouldn't be too slow. The thought of Gabriel being hurt made Sam want to puke and go gun down every person that might be involved at the same time. That same thought was enough to give Sam the final push he needed to do this. Sam hardened his expression and walked into that cell.
"Who do you work for? Where did he go?", Sam screamed for what felt like the thousandth time. It didn't matter though. Sam would scream until his voice gave out if he could get this information. Jake looked up at Sam with bloodshot pained eyes but said nothing. Sam backed up and looked at the once barely harmed prisoner. Jake was now covered in cuts and bruises. He was soaked from when Sam had poured water on him when he passed out and shivered faintly.
It was crazy, but Sam didn't see any sign of Jake breaking. Sam looked at his blood covered hands and felt sick. Guilt hit him in waves but, it wasn't enough to keep him from starting again. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!"
Sam was sure it took another hour at least before Jake cracked. By this point Sam had cut off a finger. Jake screamed as more of his blood squirted onto the floor and Sam watched with hard uncaring eyes. His emotions had shut down hours ago.
He moved onto the next finger and had just made an incision when Jake yelled out the answer to his question in a broken scream,"LUCIFER!" Jake went limp and Sam dropped the knife he had been holding.
Sam felt no victory. All he could feel was disgust for himself as he looked at his chained victim. He muttered an apology, not that it mattered. Something like this couldn't just be forgiven. He barely registered when Jo took his hand and led him to her room. He was numb when she helped him out of his now red shirt and clean his hands. His mind was blank as Jo helped him into bed. Only after she had left did Sam allow himself to feel, and to break. He sobbed into his pillow as the images of the day haunted him.
When Sam was so exhausted he couldn't shed another tear he registered Jake's answer. Lucifer, the traitor, the psychopath, the murderer, the prideful, evil, jealous, monster had his agent. Gabriel's crazy older brother was alive after all. As Sam drifted off to sleep, he assured himself Lucifer wouldn't stay that way much longer.
Wow this one came out dark! I based Sam in this chapter of how he gets when Dean is dead. I just rewatched The Mystery Spot so it wasn't too hard to picture. I think that Sam would do anything to protect the people he cares about. As always, I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please, let me know what you think by reviewing! : ) Constructive criticism is completely welcome. This might be the last chapter for a while because I am going to Greece. NO WIFI! O : I'll try to post as soon as I get back! Also, does anyone remember who Jake is? He's in Supernatural. I had to look up villains to remember him.