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The first thought the angel had was that the pie inside the grocery bag was crushed. An odd thought, especially when two burly and possessed men had either arm and were twisting the limbs so they bent unnaturally. Under the glowing streetlights, the scene looked like three buddies play fighting outside the park gates, one spectating.
"Hello, Castiel." The voice said his name with confidence, the poor woman's body the demon is riding forming a smirk. Cas doesn't look up, and instead kept his eyes on the black high heels on her feet. The dark colour of the shoes matched any demons eye colour, proof of the possession.
"Didn't you miss me? It's been, what, maybe three centuries since I've walked topside? Since you sent me back to the pit." A meaty hand gripped the back of Cas' head, wrenching him up by his hair to meet the brown eyes of a blonde woman. Her bright red lipstick and overly precise eyebrows made Castiel compare her to a clown. "Honestly, it so wasn't peaceful down there."
At the choice of words, Castiel grimaced. "Irene." Brown irises give way to fully black eyes, glossy and empty.
With a stomach churning lurch, Cas' surroundings change. What was the grass is now pale dirt, packed and dry. What was the space around him is now metal walls and a high roof, two metal chains dangling from support beams. On closer inspection, Cas find two metal cuffs on the ends of the links etched with small details too delicate to determine from his spot. His spot...
The demons walked away from him, but the angel cannot move. Azure eyes glance at the dirt floor, squinting in disbelief and slight fear at the presence of a white angels trap spray painted onto soil. Old and carefully drawn, the design will keep Castiel from moving.
Turning his head around, Cas found that the building is cleared of junk and machines, support bars driven into the ground to help hold up the large building. The roof was maybe thirty feet above his head, the walls forty wide and approximately sixty long. The only light was from a large hole cut in the front of the warehouse, high above the door where Cas could see the full moon.
Soft taps resonated around the empty area, and the angel turned his head back down to see Irene-no, the woman Irene was riding. White teeth shone bright in the dark as the woman smiled widely. "How do you like it here, Cas? I killed everybody in here just so I could find some alone time with you. Feel special yet?" Cas didn't answer, just stared back plainly. Since the moon was on her back, shadows flit over Irene's face as she snapped her fingers, lips contorted into a snarl.
The meaty hands came back, seizing the angels wrists in a rough grip. Chains rattled above him, and suddenly he's suspended by his arms, tips of his toes dragging on the dirt as Cas sways, failing to find a foothold. He swallowed nervously but retained his stony glare.
Stepping up to get in his face, midnight eyes bore into blue ones. "I'll give you one chance, Castiel, just because I like you." Manicured nails dug into his face harshly as a lithe hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side. "Where are the Winchesters?"
Silence filled the warehouse. Castiel grit his teeth, stubbornness washing over him. Irene grinned, and along with his stubbornness, fear struck him. This isn't some half assed demon who doesn't know a lick about scaring somebody shitless. This is Irene. This demon has seen some bad stuff, heard some bad stuff and done even worse. Her most famous act-or acts-involve her pretending to be human, to be regular, trick some poor man to love her, let them adopt a child together and then she kills the child for her spells. The bones of the small human are extremely useful in her hex bags and summoning spells. Last time she did it, Castiel was there to stop her. Now she's back, and probably with a few more tricks up her sleeve.
"Last chance, Cas. Where are the Winchesters?" The angel held back a scowl when the demon said his nickname. It doesn't sound the same as when Dean says it. Dean...
Judging by these circumstances, he's probably not getting out of here alive. If he is, it's by the skin of his teeth, which will probably also be broken with the rest of his body. The last words Dean said to him were 'Get back soon, or you'll miss the game, Cas!'; he has obviously missed the start of the basketball game now.
A curt nod was exchanged between demons, and one of them walke to the farthest corner of the warehouse, wheeling a table out from the shadows. The table was covered with a black sheet, hiding what was underneath from Cas' azure eyes.
Irene grinned, and with flourish, whipped the sheet off the table. Castile shuddered discreetly at the sight of rusted blades, brand tips, pliers, nails and a particularly heavy looking sledge hammer. This will not be pleasant, and by the gleam in Irene's stolen eyes, his prediction was more than correct.
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"Where is he? The market isn't that far away!" Dean paced the floor, hand running through his short hair and down his face. Sam watched him warily, not knowing how to calm his frantic brother. It wasn't unusual for Cas to disappear into thin air, but he would give some sort of message if he went out when the brothers knew, right? Or maybe mojo the pie and beer over so that they don't starve?
"Damnit, he's not answering his phone." Dean's grip on the small device hurt his hand, but he could hardly feel it. His brain was on a one way road, and headed to all the bad things that could have happened to the angel. He could have gotten caught by demons, dragged back to Heaven, ripped into Hell, or just simply killed.
It makes Dean's stomach churn.
"Have you tried praying?"
Dean shot a glare at his brother. "Well, Sam, Cas is an angel who normally responds to prayers quite quickly. I wonder why I didn't think of that!" At Sam's well tuned bitch face, Dean almost rolled his eyes. "No shit, I tried praying! Something's must be wrong."
Sam sighed. "Just wait. He's gonna walk through that door anytime now."
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The angel did not, in fact, walk through the door. Instead, another cart of supplies was wheeled inside, adding to Cas' growing anxiety.
"Don't worry, Cassie! Those won't really hurt you...yet..."
Looking st the second cart, Castiel spies a ceramic bowl, candles, jars of powders and bugs, a roll of twine, a pile of midnight feathers, and a opaque container that rattles like there's tiny rocks inside. Terror hits him as he realizes it's all the supplies for powerful spells. If the feathers weren't there, he would be less worried, but since she has them...
Sometime throughout Castiel's inner turmoil, Irene had snapped her fingers and a thick pole appeared behind him, decorated with sturdy looking clips. The pole went maybe ten feet over him and at half that height, the pole had a perpendicular beam stretched across. Castiel barely kept a straight face as chains wove themselves around the tips of the horizontal pole. The height is the same as his...
Grinning, Irene wrapped her fingers around Cas's chin, nails elongated suddenly and digging in. "Lets have some fun, shall we?"
She stepped back, and shrugs the leather jacket off her shoulders, revealing a blood red tank top. How fitting. Dean would probably say something witty about it if he was in this situation. The angel frowned in confusion as the demon grabbed a small packet of powder off the table, opening it and stepping towards him. It smelled disgusting. Dean would definitely have something to say to this hell bitch.
Cas doesn't have another second to think about the human as a slightly hooked nail is driven into his eye socket.