My confused angel: A Castiel love story

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"Get away from me." I snarl, trying to get free of the chains.
Why am I in chains? Only one word:
Crowley.
"Ella, Ella, Ella. Was that cupcake worth this?" He says, mocking me.
"It would've been, if I could've eaten it." I say, fed up with him.
"You say that now, but I think you'll change your mind when we get to the fun part." He says, smirking.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"I'm going to make you snap." He says, grabbing a knife.
"I'm god's sister, you wouldn't." I say.
"Wanna bet?" He asks. I simply stare at him, not wanting to answer. I'm starting to regret that cupcake now...
***A few hours ago***
"Dean, my head hurts...can we get some pain killers?" I ask, clutching my head.
"Uh, yeah. We'll stop by at the next gas station." He says.
"Are you feeling better?" Sam asks.
I literally just told Dean my head is killing me
"Um...better than an hour ago." I say, not wanting to upset him.
"So..." Dean starts off.
"No, no talking about it." I say. I look at the window and notice a gas station.
"Dean! There's a gas station over there." I say and he pulls over. We all get out and walk inside while Dean stays outside filling the car. I walk over to every shelf and eventually find pain killers, I take them and throw them at Sam.
"Got them." I say and he nods. Paying for it, he motions for us to go back outside.
"I'll be right out, I just wanna get something sweet." I say.
"Okay, we'll be right outside." He says and walks out.
I walk around the back until I see something yummy, cupcakes. I grab a few and start walking to the cashier. Until I'm stopped with a hand on my shoulder. I spin around fast, but with my headache, it only makes me dizzy. I see two guys, probably demons, looking at me.
"We got her." I hear one say, and that's the last thing I hear before I'm knocked out.
***Present***
"Which do you prefer?" Crowley asks, showing me a large collection of torturing tools.
"Hmm, how about none of the above." I say.
"Not an option. You can choose a,b,c or d." He says, talking as if this was a multiply chose test. I simply stay quiet.
"No answer? Fine, then I'll choose." He says, smirking.
"Why do you want me to snap huh? You wanna be exploded into tiny bits?" I ask, getting pissed off.
"There's the reaction I was looking for." He says, smirking even more.
"Eh no matter. Let's begin, shall we?" He says and grabs a sharp looking knife...
***Two hours later***
"AHHHHHH!" I yell, not being able to stand it anymore. I pant and pant, hoping, praying that he'll stop.
He continues, knowing. I feel the room shake and I barely open my eyes to see the lights flicker on and off until they explode. I feel a light from inside me, burning to bust out but I push it back in.
"You are not winning, Crowley." I say.
"You sure?" He says and snaps his fingers. Suddenly demons are bringing in...Sam?!
"Sam!" I yell.
"Ella!" He says, seeing how in bad shape I am.
They push him and tie him, while Crowley picks one of his knifes.
"Innie mini muni moe." He says and grabs the tool that stopped at 'moe'.
"Ah, there we go." Crowley says while walking towards Sam.
"Leave him alone!" I yell. He laughs.
"You sure you don't wanna let me win?" He asks, putting the knife under Sam's throat. I start hyperventilating.
"One...two...three..." He says.
Just as he's about to slit Sam's throat, I focus on Crowley. My head starts hurting even more but I don't care. Crowley flies across the room, into the wall. I let my breath out.
"S-Sam..." I manage to whisper before everything goes black...