Wings (Destiel- Supernatural AU)

What Happened?

CASTIEL'S POV-PRESENT TIME

I leaned over and grabbed Dean's hand. I half dragged/half rolled Dean's unconscious body into the motel room. After struggling to get him on the bed, I looked him over. He seemed to have deep, bloody bite marks on his neck. Vampires. I continued to look for any injuries on Dean's body. On the back of his head, he had a large bump that was covered in semi-dried blood. He had several bruises and what looked like rope-burn on his wrists. Based on that, I could tell he had been tied up. Not a good sign. After examining his wrists, I noticed a spot on his shirt was bloody and torn. After pulling up his shirt, I saw what appeared to be a knife wound. Luckily it wasn't deep, but it still needed some attention. He had lost a lot of blood though. I grabbed a washcloth from the linen cabinet in the bathroom and bandages from the cabinet above the sink. I then went to work on Dean's wounds.

SEVERAL MINUTES AND BANDAGES LATER

After I finished up, Dean began to stir. I saw his eyelids flutter a bit, and I heard him mumble something. I couldn't hear him, so I leaned closer. He mumbled it again. "S-sam...." Damn. I had been so caught up with Dean, I hadn't noticed Sam wasn't there. I tapped Dean on the shoulder. He rolled over a bit, but didn't wake up. I had to wake him. In order to do that, I leaned over, and booped his nose. Dean's eyes opened suddenly, and he sat up. "What the hell, Cas?!?!" He yelled. "You needed to wake up. So I assisted you. " Dean waved his hand dismissively. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Sam. They have Sammy. "

SAM'S POV-HOURS EARLIER

After Dean and I walked into the opera house, I looked around. It was silent, except for the sound of our shoes padding on the floor as we walked. I heard Dean's footsteps stop, and I turned around. I was about to say something to him, when I felt a sharp pain as something hit the side of my head, knocking me out.
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I woke up, tied to a chair. Not a good place to be. All around me was dark, but I could make out a few shapes in the dark. I saw the shadowy shape of what looked like a person... Tied to a chair? "Dean?" I got no reply, but I heard rustling from the chair, and I saw the shadow move. I called out, this time getting a grunt as a reply. Yep. That was Dean. "Dean! What the hell are we doing tied up to chairs?"
"Sitting. " he said with a sassy attitude. "this is serious Dean. Where are our weapons?" I asked. "I'm guessing whoever tied us up took them. Probably the vamps." That was probably true. While I was panicking, I had forgotten about them. "I guess that means we found them... " I said. Dean started struggling with the ropes holding his hands together. "Don't worry, Sammy. I'll get us outta here. The vamps obviously didn't check me for weapons very well. I can still feel the knife I keep in my boot. If I can get to it, I can get us out of here."

Dean started wiggling around violently, trying to get to the knife. "Sam!" He called me over. "Try to scoot your chair over here and get the knife from my boot." I did as he told me, and scooted my chair to him. I tried to use my hands to get his boot off, but I fell over before I could. I sat on the floor, on my side, tied to a chair. Since my hands were tied behind me, the side of the chair was crushing my arm. I ignored it, and scooted closer to Dean. With my hands behind me, I undid his boot lace, and pulled it off. I heard a clink as the knife hit the floor. I searched around with my hand until I found it.

DEAN'S POV (a/n~ look. Three pov's in one chapter. Sweet. )

I felt Sam struggling around at my feet, pulling my boot off with his still tied hands. I heard the knife hit the floor, and after a minute, Sam stood up. He turned around and cut me loose. Suddenly, the lights turned on. "FUCK! " I screamed at the pain from my un-adjusted eyes. I looked around. We were in an empty room. The chairs Sam and I were just tied to were on the floor. I turned my head to look around, and felt a pain in my neck. I put my hand to the place on my neck that hurt. When I pulled my hand back, there was blood. I looked at Sam, only to see he had a look of fear on his face. "Dean! Are you okay?!?!" I looked at him in confusion. "Yeah. Why?" He looked at me, shocked. "You have a giant freaking bite on your neck. That's why." Oh. That's why I'm bleeding. "Whatever. I'm fine. It doesn't matter now, anyways. We gotta get outta here."

It was only then that we realized we weren't alone. Three people were standing at the front of the room. Two guys, one girl. "Winchesters." the tallest man said, staring at us. "You must be the vampires we're hunting. Am I right?" I asked. "That would be correct." The man replied. "Well then," I began. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The easy way, we'll come after you later. Hard way, your headless asses will be on the floor when we leave."

The three didn't seem bothered. The girl actually LAUGHED. "When I heard Winchesters would be coming after us, I didn't expect them to be such wimps." She mocked. "Looks like you're goin'with the hard way. You'll be wishing you hadn't fucked around with us." I warned. She only laughed more. "Are really going to take all three of us down with one knife?" I hadn't thought about that. "Shit...." They all stared at Sam and me. I turned to Sam and whispered, "Do you know what to do now?" He thought for a minute, then answered. "Run?" I looked at him and nodded. "Yep." The vamps must of heard it, cause they started chasing us as we ran. I dropped the knife while running. "Shit," I heard footsteps behind us. "No time to get it now."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my side.  I hissed in pain, but kept running.  I burst through a door into the night air.  I didn't stop running. No time for the car, I'd get it tomorrow. I felt weak, and just noticed the blood dripping down my side from a wound. After a few blocks of running, I slowed.  "That was close. Huh, Sammy?" I got no reply. "Sammy?" I was alone an the street. I felt weaker now.  I was still losing blood from the injuries on my neck, side, and head. The motel was just across the street now. I stumbled to the front door. My vision was getting blurry. I fell into the building's door, opening it.  The front office was empty. Great. I had to make it to the room. As I walked through the hallway, I almost passed out. I saw the door. Just before I could open it, I fell. Shit. I heard shuffling from inside the room. Cas. I started scratching at the door. Suddenly, everything went black.