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Chapter 2



Author's Note: I do not own Supernatural or the boys, I'm merely a huge fan that enjoys commandeering them for entertainment and not profit.Ah, and this chapter contains major whumpage and a bit of blood...


Summary: The boys go up against a creature that they've never heard of before and their best chance of figuring it out is Castiel. It's a shame the angel was tortured by Uriel and isn't doing so well…



The tendrils wove their way through the slick passageways as they throbbed with a  raw excitement. Nothing was left untouched as they scorched the red tunnels and filed out into little caves that branched of off the fluid filled tunnels.  The insubstantial thing knew that it was doing its job, and doing it well when it heard the moan that wrenched itself from its host.  Encouraged by the verbal display of discomfort, the 'creature' made its way up past the broken and jagged ribs, through the internal organs and up the host's back. It flared with passion as it brushed against broken shoulder blades before gathering itself and hammering into the celestial being's wings. The wings of an angel were absolutely delicious when it came to wrecking havoc and discomfort.


Especially when said angel was trying to fly with shredded and broken wings….


Pain's host shuddered violently as it assaulted the once magnificent wings with an eager brutality. The pain was shoved into the back of its host's mind and it resented the action by sending out another wave of agony to crash down on the celestial being.


There was a soft sound, barely audible as the angel neared its intended destination. The pain shot another venomous barb out and felt the angel falter, felt what remained of the once magnificent wings hesitate and then freeze.


And the angel went crashing down; the damaged wings strained to slow his descent, fought to gain control of the situation. It was a hopeless struggle, and the Angel of the Lord knew it. Rusted old cars that were stacked up into semi-organized piles were gazing up at him, as if welcoming him into their cold metallic embrace.


The trench-coated figure hurtled through the air before his frame collided with an old Ford Mustang. The rusted old car buckled inwards under the impact, its groans covered by the scream of an angel in agony. What had remained of the great black wings were now horribly broken. The right wing was twisted under the angel's body in a fashion that made it appear to be missing, for it was hidden under the left wing.


Tremors wracked the celestial being's frame as his body attempted to cope with the trauma that had been added to already severe injuries. A low gurgling sound made itself heard in the angel's throat as he tried to breath. It was an action to which his ribs protested loudly and a whimper escaped his lips as a result.


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"Cas, get your feathery ass down here!" Dean shouted as he fixated a vexed glare up at the ceiling. Annoyance and frustration was flickering through his eyes as he waited. This had to be the fifteenth time that he had called his so called guardian. "Dick." The oldest Winchester growled when the angel once again didn't come.


The hunt that they were currently delving into was extremely confusing and the Winchesters weren't sure exactly what it was they were up against. Which meant that if they happened to stumble upon the creature then they'd technically be screwed seeing as they wouldn't know how to kill it.


Dean grunted and ran a hand over his face tiredly as he went back through the notes that they had already gathered on the creature.


The hearts of all the victims are missing, however there isn't a mark that implies that an incision was ever made


Nobody has seen the thing but it appears to attack the sick and dying


That was all that they had been able to gather so far and was extremely frustrating. Sam was continuously looking into any untimely deaths, paying particular attention to the local hospital. One of the staff members of the hospital had recently died of strangulation, only when looking over the security footage, the boys couldn't see what was causing the man to gasp for breath . He appeared to be choking on air, the man hadn't had anything in his mouth at the time and there was nothing that appeared to be causing him to choke. Dean knew two things for sure. The first thing was that the man had been coming down with some sort of illness. The second was that his heart had seemingly vanished after his death. The coroner had noted that were no scars indicating an incision on the victim and that other organs were in as good a condition that a dead man's insides could possibly be.


He could sense his younger brother staring at him and he turned around , "You know Sam, you really need to work on tha-" The hunter cut himself off when he heard a loud….sound… His hands flew up to his ears and attempted to block out the noise, the piercing sound rising in decibels. Dean squinted as he cautiously lifted one hand so as to see if the sound was gone yet. It sound so freaking familiar, and yet the hunter couldn't place where he had heard it. He looked over at his brother before motioning that it was ok. "You alright?"


"I'm fine." Typical Winchester response,Dean snorted mentally, eyes rolling. He reached down to take a swig from his beer bottle and his hand met empty air. Snarling, Dean looked down before his eyes widened. The liquor bottle was simply not there anymore. Instead there were broken pieces of glass  strewn about the table.


"Sam…go check the windows…" The sentence left his mouth without his say so. Dean furrowed his brows as he flashed back to the gas station.  Green eyes lit up with the discovery before they darkened with worry. Surely Castiel or any other angel would 'talk' like that around them. By now they just had to know that it was unhelpful when it came to communicating effectively with humans.


"Dean all the windows are blown out; what the hell was that?" The younger Winchester looked down at his older brother. (damn it all, he looked down at him, not the other way around. Younger siblings weren't supposed to be freakishly big)  Dean could see the wondering curiosity that was barely concealed in Sam's eyes and he snorted. "Man, you're such a nerd!"


"Am not," Sam retorted giving Dean the bitch face number 3 as he looked up from the notebook that he had been writing in. If he didn't document things then how the heck was he supposed to keep it all together?


"I'm going outside…I want you to come with me."


"Don't I always?"


Dean didn't reply, already walking out of the door with a worried expression on his features.


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Castiel shifted his weight slightly, trying feverishly to free his crippled right wing from where it lay pinned under his vessel's, no his body.  He heard an animalistic whimper from somewhere nearby, his pain wracked mind unable to process that the sound had come from him.


Harsh, labored breaths were wheezing out of his lungs as he shuddered, his face turning towards the house. He saw a door open but was unable to call out, to inform the man in the doorway that he was here. That he hadn't been  ignoring them. He shifted minutely before a searing wave of pain swept through  his system. He swallowed thickly, trying to get the metallic taste out of his mouth before he coughed, red staining the palm of the hand that he'd brought up to cover his mouth.


Something that sounded like feet trampling ground made its way towards him and the Angel struggled to sit up, to assess what new threat this could possibly be. What sort of trick was Uriel playing on him now? Had his former comrade not done enough to torture him? Panicked breaths rattled weakly out his lungs as he floundered, much like a crippled bird might when a cat stalks in for the final blow. For the kill….


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Dean Winchester was rendered speechless when he saw a familiar trench coat lying crumpled atop one of Bobby's piles of clunkers. "Cas?" The angel's name slipped off of his tongue as he broke into a run, swiftly going through the piles until he was looking up at Castiel. Terrified looking blue eyes peered down at him and he saw the celestial being flounder in a desperate attempt to get up. "Hey man, Cas, take it easy buddy." Dean tried to soothe when a low almost whine-like sound emanated from the angel.


It scared him to see the angel so weak. It wasn't natural…not right…


He was a freaking Angel of the Lord, he shouldn't be weaker then Dean.


Castiel was supposed to be practically invincible.


A sigh of relief escaped him when the angel calmed down, still panting harshly as he looked down. "De'?"


"Yeah, its me Cas." Dean soothed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he did. "Its going to be ok."


"Was't ign'e you…" The angel panted looking down at him with earnest blue eyes.


Wasn't ignoring you

, Dean translated mentally and he blinked. Damn, the angel could read minds…had to…either that or the celestial being knew him so freaking well it bordered on the line of creepy. "I know buddy, just…uh…" The older Winchester cleared his throat, Sam was better at this kind of thing. "Hang in there Cas, we'll patch you up."

Castiel nodded and attempted to roll, so that he wasn't above Dean but stopped when his wings snagged. Teeth sank into his forearm so as to keep his true voice from shattering the hunter's ear drums.


Dean watched awkwardly, not sure of what to do as the angel rode out the wave of pain.  Lumbering footsteps informed him that Sam was approaching. "Sam, help me get him inside." The words slipped out of his mouth, face taut with worry.


"Alright Cas, on the count of three we're going to get you down and into the house, ok?"


Silence.


"Cas?"


Silence.


"Alrighty then…" Sam mumbled before reaching up and carefully started to lower the angel down to Dean.  It wasn't until his hands brushed against something incredibly soft that they got a response from the angel.  A response not entirely pleasant…..


The angel's back arched and he screamed, screamed in his true voice…

Holy cow, my muse was on fire for this chapter XP I did my research on the creature (looked at several really but this one fascinated me) and found quite a few that I might make fics about if you guys encourage me to do so... including one about a Koala that is in myth (in Australia) is a carnivore that drops onto its prey from the trees....

Person: Aww... look at the koala! *guffaws*
Koala: *growls and kills before dragging into the trees*
Person 2: Holy s****!

Anyways... please leave me reviews! They are a great thing to see when I log in! (and are very encouraging)

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: Is being Written
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Psyartista9's avatar
:reading: ... oh damn! Poor car ... just kidding. Awesome chapter.