WARNING! THIS CONTAINS SOME DISTURBING IMAGERY AND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE IF YOU ARE SQUIMISH! WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER IS A LIGITMATE FORM OF TORTURE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 3: Bad Memories Best Forgotten

{Welcome back Father. I have missed you. It doesn't feel the same when you are not here to guide me.} Xaphanel said with a low bow, his tail twitching against the stone floor. {I hope your trip back to heaven went well.}

"It did. Michael is getting upset. He's beginning to believe that my pet is still alive and making his home somewhere down here with the rest of these pathetic creatures." Raphael said. "He believes that he ran away just to spite him for what happened with Lucifer's fall and the death of my pet's son. Michael is still denying that it was his fault. He can be such a pompous asshole that it isn't even funny. He thinks he's so noble when in truth he's no better then the rest of us."

{How have you been able to convince him to let you stay down here for such a long period of time Father? Surely you are needed in heaven? Doesn't Michael need your help with guiding the rest of your kin in your father's absence?} Xaphanel said, following his master as he came further into the stone pyramid that they were using.

"Simple. I told Michael that if our darling baby brother was alive that I would find him but that I would need time to do so. As for our Father being gone, Michael made sure that everyone knew that is the one in charge now." Raphael said, turning to his demon 'child'. "It was so easy to get permission to stay down here. I can't believe that Michael still believes that I love that annoying brat and would do anything just to make sure he was safe."

{May I ask you a question that has been bugging me Father? Why do you tell your pet that you love him then when you really do not? I don't understand the point behind it Father.} The demon said, following close behind him.

"It's a game. I tell him I love him, he believes me, then I get to watch his heart break as I hurt him. I like it when he cries and begs." Raphael said. "Don't you like watching him as he screams and cries and begs?"

That long cream and purple stripped tongue slid out of his mouth and licked at his lips. {I will admit that it does make him taste divine. It makes me want to drain him dry!}

Raphael stopped and turned to look at his son. "Now, now. You know better. If you drain him dry then he'll die and loose your food source. I'm sure you don't want that am I right?"

Xaphanel hung his head. {Yes Father. You are right. I don't want him to die so soon.}

"Neither do I. He has so much more suffering that I want him to go through, not to mention so much more pain." Raphael said, giving the demon a pat on the head. "So was he good for you while I was away or do I need to sick the hell hound we bought on him again?"

{He was good.} The demon replied quickly.

The Third Born paused, turning to look at his demon. Xaphanel's head was bowed low in a show of submission. His tail was twitching back and forth showing his nervousness, much like that of a big cat. His tail was also tucked between his legs like a dog that knew it had done something wrong. Raphael wondered if maybe his son had injured his brother far more then he intended to during the playtime that he told the demon he could have.

"Something happened while I was away then?" Raphael asked with a smirk. "What did my little whore do this time? Something punishable I hope. I have quite a bit of stress and pent up tension that I need to relieve."

{Your pet refuses to eat. I have tried to goad him into eating but he refuses.} Xaphanel reveled. {I feared that he might perish before your return because I couldn't take proper care of your pet for you. I did not want to fail you Father.}

Raphael turned thoughtful at his demon's words. "Not eating you say? Nothing at all in the past six days since I've been gone?"

Xaphanel's tail began twitching even more. {No Father. Nothing at all. I've tried both threatening and coaxing him but nothing seems to be working. He refuses to eat. I am at a loss as to how to make him eat.}

"What about drinking something? Has he been drinking at all or has he decided to forgo drinking as well?"

{Yes he has been drinking. More then normal.}

Raphael laughed at the gall of his sibling. "He's trying to offset his hunger by increasing his fluid intake. Very smart, little brother. Those tricks of yours won't do you much good once I get through with you. Xaphanel I have a task for you!"

{Yes Master?} The demon asked, perking up.

"I need you to go out and find me some meat and milk. Make sure the meat and milk are both as old as you can find them. I'm going to feed our pet. Hurry back." Raphael said watching his demon vanish in a blaze of blue hellfire.

Grinning he walked over to the barred door and removed the thick wooden beam. Opening the door he used his Grace to light the room up, igniting the touches on the wall. There was a whine from the far corner of the room revealing exactly where the youngest archangel was residing. Raphael turned and couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted him. It never failed to send a thrill through him every time he saw his disgraced brother.

Gabriel was curled up in a small ball pressing himself as close as he could to the stone walls. His naked and battered frame shook, trying to ward off the chill of the room. His hair was a lot longer then it had been a few months ago and was dirty and matted, the blonde barely visible under the grime. The only clean thing about his brother were the shining silver of the Sigil Cuffs locked around his wrists and the shackle that was locked around his ankle keeping him chained to the wall. Raphael came closer and knelt down next to his brother, watching with concealed joy as Gabriel responded to his presence, the chain clinking softly as the younger angel flinched almost violently. His head lifted and those dull gold eyes met his, fear, desperation, and a bit of hope shining in them.

"Raphael..." Gabriel whispered, his voice sounding both terrified and relieved at the sight of his older brother.

"Hello Whore." The older angel responding, loving the flinch it drew. "How are you today? Not misbehaving I hope."

"I want to go home..." Gabriel whispered, a stay tear running down his face, leaving behind a line of clean skin in it's wake.

"You don't have a home to go to anymore remember?" Raphael said sweetly, thinking that it might be time to give the younger angel a much needed bath least he begin to smell as bad as the humans and lesser creatures and so called gods that his brother tended to hang around with. "You faked your death and in doing so severed all ties with heaven. You're dead to heaven and dead to Michael and dead to our father. This is your new home now. I'm sorry that you don't like it. If you manage to behave like a good little whore then I might just let you go outside enjoy the fresh air. I'm sure this cold stone doesn't feel very good does it?"

"Raphael please...If you let me go I won't tell anyone what you've been doing to me." Gabriel whispered, more tears filling his eyes. "I won't tell anyone, I swear. It can be our secret. Just please let me go. I'm begging you please..."

"Let you go? Why would I want to do that?" Raphael asked with a smile. "I like having a pretty pet to play with."

A broken sob left the Fourth Born and he turned his face away from his brother. "Please...Please let me go..."

Raphael reached out and put a hand on Gabriel's flushed face. "Oh Gabby, you feel warm. Are you feeling okay?" He asked, faking concern.

"I think I'm getting sick. I need...Please let me heal myself...Please take the cuffs off me. Just long enough so that I can get rid of this sickness." Gabriel said holding out his wrists. "I promise I won't try to run away or hit you again."

The Third Born grabbed his younger brother's wrists gently and his fingers trailed over the cuffs. Those gold eyes lit up with hope and as soon as they did Raphael began to smirk. He yanked his younger brother forward, dragging him across the rough stone making him scream and weakly struggle, trying to get away even though he knew he had no where to escape to. Raphael threw his brother down and attached the cuffs to the stone floor and backed away, watching as Gabriel twisted and turned, fighting to curl up and protect his fragile body.

{Master I have returned.} Xaphanel said as he appeared out of his blue flames with a small basket and a sealed jug.

Gabriel's eyes went wide as Raphael nodded. "Good job Xaphanel. Take the meat and cut it up so that the whore can eat it better and pour him a cup of the milk."

"Raph...What are you going to do to me?" Gabriel asked, his voice shaking from his fear, as he watched the demon leave the room with the things he brought.

The elder angel gave his bound brother a sweet smile. "I'm worried about your health. You're feverish and Xaphanel said you haven't been eating even though he's tried to feed you. I just thought that since you decided to turn your nose up at the good food I'm allowing you to have that maybe I should give you something more deserving of your new title of whose instead."

Xaphanel appeared once more but this time he was accompanied by the most horrendous smell. The demon sat the plate and cup down next to the Fourth Born and Raphael nearly burst into laughter as his brother tried not to gag. The cup was filled nearly to the brim with soured, chunky milk. On the plate was a pile of rotting meat that was turning a shade of slimy green and it was moving. It took the elder archangel a minute to figure out that the moving bits were actually maggots moving around in the rotting meat; Xaphanel had out done himself in getting what he had asked for.

{Here is what you asked for Master.} Xaphanel said with a low bow. {Do you require anything else from me?}

"No. You may stay and watch if you wish. I'm just going to feed the whore. We can fuk him after he's eaten."

Gabriel's eyes went wide and turned to look at the 'food' sitting next to him before he turned back to Raphael, panic clear on his face. "Y-you...Raphael please! You can't be serious! You can't give me that!"

"Well since you won't eat the good food I was kind enough to give to you I figured this would be more to your liking. I had Xaphanel get it special for you." Raphael said.

He summoned a fork and dropped down on top of his brother, pinning the younger angel's head between his knees while sitting on his chest. He speared a piece of the meat on the fork and held it out to his baby brother, watching the little white bugs wiggle around. Gabriel's gold eyes went wide with horror as he took in the sight of the bug infested meat. His jaw snapped shut with an audible click and he shook his head as best he could.

"Come now Whore, you need to keep your strength up. You said yourself that you are getting sick and I just want to help you get better. Don't you want to get better for me?" Raphael asked bringing the squirming meat closer.

Gabriel shook his head, too afraid to open his mouth. He knew that if he opened his mouth that Raphael would make him eat it. He just had to keep his mouth closed until his older brother got bored and left him alone. He just had to hold out until that happened.

"I just want you to get better. We can't play anymore if you don't get better." Raphael said before he realized a way to get his brother to open his mouth. "After all how is it that the saying goes? 'Starve a cold, feed a fever?"

"You reversed it you stupid-"

Raphael grinned and shoved the forkful of meat into Gabriel's open mouth. Gabriel bucked and opened his mouth intending to spit the foul meat back out but Raphael slammed his hand over his brother's mouth. Tears streamed down the blonde's face as he struggled and fought tooth and nail to expel the rotten meat but it was no use.

The Third Born let out a dark noise as he realized that his brother wasn't swallowing. He knew how to fix that. He put down the fork and reached up and pinched Gabriel's nose closed. The panic and struggling increased and it made Raphael laugh. It continued up until Gabriel began to slowly go limp under him. Raphael was glad he was watching closely as he almost missed his brother swallowing down his meal.

He let go of his brother, allowing the younger to breath once more. Gabriel coughed and wheezed, his chest heaving as drew in breath after breath. Raphael watched carefully, taking in the slightly green tinge to his baby brother's skin. He picked up his fork once more and skewered another piece of meat.

"I'm sorry!"

Raphael paused and looked down at his crying brother. "Excuse me?"

"I said I'm sorry!" Gabriel almost screamed.

"You're sorry?"

"Yes!" He cried out, squirming and bucking under Raphael. "I'm sorry I didn't eat the food you gave me. I promise that it won't happen again. I'll eat anything you give me just please don't feed me anymore of that."

"But this will help you get better." The older angel insisted, bring the meat closer. "You need to eat it."

"Please don't! I'm going to throw up!" Gabriel begged.

Raphael pulled back with a grin. "I'll make a deal with you Little Brother. If you can manage to keep down a drink of your milk then not only will I give you back your proper food, but I'll also let you skip out on pleasuring both myself and Xaphanel. If you can't keep it down then I will force you to finish the rest and, as punishment for not eating when you were told, from now on you'll only get one meal once a week. Do we have a deal?"

Gabriel looked over at the milk and his green tinge grew. Raphael knew that there was no way that Gabriel would be able to do it. He was already close to vomiting. Six days with no food only to be fed rotting meat and spoiled milk would be enough to kill most humans if they were lucky; he believed they called it food poisoning. Gabriel's Grace, bound as it was, would still be able to heal him as long as one of the Sigil Cuffs was removed in time. After all, he didn't want Gabriel dead, he just wanted him to suffer for all the things he had done.

Gabriel's eyes fixed on the cup and he seemed to try and swallow, making his green tinge grow again. "I...I'll try it. I'll try to keep it down."

Raphael set the fork down and pulled the Sigil Cuffs off the floor allowing his brother to sit. He grabbed a clean bucket and brought it over for Gabriel incase the younger angel couldn't hold up his end of the bargain. Once the blonde was sitting it was even more apparent that he was not going to be able to do it. He was swaying slightly and one hand was clutching at his stomach.

Smirking, the Third Born picked up the goblet of milk and held it out to his younger brother, making a face at the smell. Gabriel took it with shaking hands. His gold eyes stared down into the cup and the longer they stared the more determination filled them. Raphael was about to force it down Gabriel's throat just when the smaller angel lifted the cup to his lips.

The cup hit the floor with a loud clang as the blonde was suddenly bent over the bucket vomiting. Raphael burst into laughter at the sight of his younger brother's shaking body as it tried to rid itself of the foulness that he had been forced to consume. Xaphanel was watching with interest, taking everything in, no doubt trying to learn the best ways for torturing the helpless blonde for the times when he wouldn't be around to do it.

"Looks like I win the bet." Raphael said with a smirk.

"No!" Gabriel shouted, his stomach finally done purging itself. "You said if I could keep the milk down! I haven't gotten to try yet!"

With a laugh the older archangel summoned a spoon and scooped up some of the sour milk off the floor and held it out with a grin. "Then by all means, Little Brother, show me how to keep it down. Remember, this is your meals at stake."

Gabriel let out a shaky noise and took the spoon. He managed to bring it up to his mouth but no sooner did he open his mouth then the smell hit him once more. This time he dropped the spoon into the bucket and began throwing up once more. Raphael was nearly in tears from laughing so hard at his younger brother's pain. He waited until he was sure the blonde was done before he took the bucket away, giving the mess a thoughtful look.

"Looks like I really do win. Enjoy your dinner Whore." Raphael said shoving the bucket back to the Fourth Born.

Gabriel stared at the bucket in his hands before looking up at his brother with tears in his eyes. He threw the bucket to the floor, splattering the contents across the floor and some of it landing on Raphael's shining boots. He glared at him, his frail bruised body at odds with the glare.

"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much Raphael? The brother I knew and loved would never do this to me!" Gabriel snapped.

Raphael let out a growl and grabbed his younger brother by the hair, shoving him face down in the very mess he made. "Know this, Whore, you are nothing to me other then a warm body to satisfy me. Obey me and you might just live. Disobey me and I'll make Lucifer's punishment and what happened to Razael, seem like nothing. Do you understand?"

Gabriel fought and screamed.

"I said do you understand Whore?!"

"I understand!" Gabriel shouted.

Raphael glared and stood, kicking Gabriel hard in the side, enjoying the sound of ribs breaking, before turning to Xaphanel. "Make sure he gets a bath. I don't care about how cold the water is. Just get it done before I come back."

{Yes Master!} Xaphanel said, hurrying to do as he was asked.

As he walked away all Raphael could hear was the sounds of his younger brother's agonized sobbing.

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"How long has he been like that?" Dean asked.

"Going on four hours now." Michael said. "He woke up screaming for Gabriel."

"Has he said anything else?" Castiel asked with a frown.

"No." Lucifer replied. "All he does is cry and keep saying that he's sorry over and over again."

The four watched as Sam and Chuck sat with a sobbing Raphael, who was staring at a spot just in front of him. The words 'I'm sorry' kept falling from his lips but no one knew what he was apologizing for. Only Raphael could see the transparent figure of Gabriel, sitting in front of him, telling him that he was forgiven for what had happened between them.