The Lost Memories (a Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 12 - Castiel

 I jolt awake when I hear the loud, scraping sound of the large metal door opening and I see one of Crowley's demons walk in with a tray with clean weapons. He sets it down next to me and looks at me with a smirk on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" I ask and his face returns to a serious expression and turns towards the door. I think of agitating him but decide against it. I'm already in enough pain, why get him to inflict more upon me. He walks out and closes the door behind him and once again I'm left alone in the darkness. There's a small window that lets in small portions of light so I can at least see a little bit. For days I've been trying to get out but so far I've made almost no progress. Now, my only hope is the Winchesters, but my faith is starting to run low. I just wish I could see Dean one last time. That would be my one request. I hear the metal door open and I turn my gaze towards it where I see Crowley walking through and he walks over to start examining the weapons. He has a focused expression and he turns his head to look at me.

"Now, listen here, angel." He says picking something up from the tray. "My demons and I have started working on something special for you. Now, we can either test it or we can have a nice little chat and you can tell me where that book is." I look more closely at what he's holding and see a syringe in his hand that is half full. I start to panic and my heartbeat begins to quicken.

"What is that?" I finally ask.

"Oh, just a little something to calm your nerves, oh and just change a few things that put the 'ass' in Castiel. So what will it be?" He says and I start listing various possibilities of what he could mean by that. Does me mean to take away my grace, or worse, just kill me entirely? I start to feel an uncomfortable ache in my chest. Although I'm not completely familiar with human emotions, I immediately identify the feeling as fear. 

"Now, just remember that this is a test. And you are my guinea pig. This may pinch a little." Crowley approaches me with the syringe and forces my head to lean to the right and he injects the contents into my neck. "See now, the thing is that I don't exactly need to find that stupid journal that you hid. I am immortal, which gives me plenty of time to find that book on my own. This little test is more to torture that special Winchester of yours." After he takes the needle out I look up at him with a look of confusion. I eventually see his lips moving but I can't hear what he's saying. I start to feel slightly dizzy and my vision starts to grow cloudy. I see a blurry King of Hell lean in to examine me and a devilish grin spreads across his face. I start to regain my composure and this time when he speaks I can actually understand what he's saying.

"Now, Castiel, what do you think of when I say the name Dean Winchester?" He asks looking into both of my eyes individually. This time, I still think of Dean except, some of the biggest events in my life involving Dean seem to have faded from my memory. I try my hardest to grasp at what's left of him. I struggle yet I keep trying until Crowley repeats the question again. "I'll ask you one more time my dear Castiel." He says growing impatient.

"I-I think of..." I say trying to find the proper words. "I think of someone I wish to see once again." He backs up and looks at me intently.

"I feel like this should be a periodic project for every other hour. I've learned that our little friend is catching up to us and we need to give him a nice little gift when he finds you." He says walking back over to the tray and puts the syringe back where it was before. He walks to the doorway but before exiting he turns to me. "See you in two hours." He says with that familiar grin on his face and he leaves, closing the heavy door behind him.