Dean was still sitting on the arm of my chair. "Seriously? What does he think we were going to do here? Host a kegger and offer her up for grabs?" Cas got up and walked over to me. His hand stroked what seemed to be empty air behind me, but I felt the touch on what was left of my wing there. Cas' eyes looked sad and pitying. "I'm sorry, Gwen. But we have to know what happened after you met Jehoël." I swallowed hard. Those were not the kind of memories I wanted to dwell on. "He didn't want to do it, you know." I told them. "He tried to help me. He said he didn't know if I was, but when one of the demons whispered in his ear, he turned white as a sheet and whispered "yes, she is...". After that the demon that whispered in Jehoël's ear took him and I never saw either of them again." Sam patted my knee, Dean cussed in the background and Cas looked haunted.
"The other demons pushed me down and shackled me. They tried to get answers from me too, but I didn't know them. They wanted to know what kind of monster I was, I guess. They kept asking me where the others of my tribe, pack, family were and how many we were. If my answers didn't please them, they..." I squeezed my eyes shut. "They tortured me." Sam gasped, Dean put a hand on my shoulder and Cas kept stroking the remains of my wing. I guessed that during the years, either one of them had been subject to the practice, so they knew what I wasn't saying. Knowing these three badass guys had my back, gave me the strength to keep talking. "Eventually they concluded I couldn't help them further. They huddled together and discussed what to do next. They didn't bother to keep their voices down, so I heard every word. The leader came up with the idea of tearing off my wings. He said that "a few angelfeathers are very handy to have lying around." And that someone called Abbadon had once told him she knew a spell that required an angelfeather."
At the mention of Abbadon, Dean growled deep in his throat, and Sam quickly got to him. "She can't be back, Dean. She's a monster, so she would end up in Purgatory, right Cas?" Cas looked dubious. "Actually... I'm not sure, Sam. It stands to reason, but I did not encounter any demons when Dean and I were there." Dean's eyes flashed to Cas, and he started pacing. "Neither did I. Maybe Lucifer knew about the secret Heaven, and recreated it in Hell, for the demons." The thought sent chills through my bones. That would mean endless supplies of demons, since demons were made in Hell, by torturing the humanity out of souls. On it's own a time consuming business, so with hunters like Sam and Dean ganking them left and right any chance they got, it was pretty even. If the demons had an extra Hell too... YIKES. I shivered. "Anyway, after that pleasant meeting, they knocked me out, but I regained consiousness when they tore off my first wing." Cas sighed. "I will go to Heaven, to search the library. Maybe I can find something. We mustn't give up on restoring Gwen's wings." He patted my shoulder and was gone in wingbeat.