Supernatural Oneshots

Broken Wings

Castiel jumped in front of the crouching Sam. Sam was covered in blood, from his head to his toes, and he wasn't moving. Cas had been trapped in a holy fire ring yet Sam managed to slam his hand across the flames allowing Castiel to walk over. Now he stood in front of the youngest Winchester, attempting to stop the arch angel from getting any closer. The arch angel smirked, before it took a few steps closer.

"How about you zap him back, and we will do this, angel to angel?" It said tauntingly. It ran it's fingers along the bottom to Cas's trench coat, waiting for him to get rid of Sam.

Cas placed two fingers onto Sam's forehead and used every single ounce of angel mojo he had left in him to zap Sam back to his worrying older brother. "Now let's have some fun."

As always when two angels were fighting properly, they outstretched their wings. The arch angel's wings were stronger and much more powerful and he had an angel blade with him. Cas had nothing to defend against an arch angel, much less without any grace.

The arch angel, Castiel did not know his name, gripped Castiel's wings. Cas struggled, but he didn't get far before the angel blade thrashed against his wings, breaking them into pieces. He fell down, tears running through his eyes. He looked up as the arch angel began to work at the wings any way, cutting them beyond repair. Cas began to scream.

"Stop! Please!" Castiel yelled through tears. The only thing to bring an angel to tears had to be ripping his wings apart. This arch angel was blood thirsty, ripping his wings over and over again. "Please!" Castiel screamed again. He fell on both hands and knees, letting the arch angel rip into his back as well.

"Stop!" Castiel screamed as he fixed to begin slicing again. The man gave one more jab to the sides of the wings before answering.

"Well, alright. I'll send you to your little friends." The arch angel put two blood spilled fingers onto Castiel's head, sending him broken down to the Winchesters.

Cas looked around. He felt his head go heavy, and his knees weak. He expected to hit the floor extremely hard, only to find himself in Dean's hands. Dean grabbed under his legs carefully, before pulling him up onto the bed.

"Castiel! What can we do?" Dean sounded worried, his face had twisted into a pain filled expression, sweating heavily.

Cas didn't answer. He rolled onto his stomach to ease the pain on his wings. They flew out when he teleported into the room, and Jimmy just couldn't contain keeping him in control. The wings, as ripped as they were, still looked magnificent rolling off the white (now crimson stained) sheets.

"Sam. Hold him down." Dean growled. Sam placed both of his hands in between the shoulder sockets, where the cuts were only slightly done. Dean rummaged in the first aid kit, finding the needle and thread. Dean ran back to Cas. "Hold him tight."

Dean threaded the thin white string through the needle. He then ran it through Cas's wing.

"AUGH!" Cas screamed in agony. He slammed his face onto the bed as Dean continued. "Stop Dean!" Castiel screamed once more. "Stop!" Dean finished the first rip out of around twenty.

"I can't Cas, we're gonna fix you up." Dean finished off the thread as he went again.

"Dean! Sam! Get off!" Sam pressed his limp hands from the last fight onto Cas's back. "Please! No!" Cas yelled once more.

This continued until Dean got to the other one. "Okay Cas? Castiel nodded, but still gritted his teeth before anything happened.

Dean pushed the needle into one of the deepest cuts. "Sam!!!!" Castiel screamed, he wormed under the youngest Winchesters hold, but didn't fight as much as he could. "Don't! Dean!" Castiel was pleading now, softly crying into the blood stained pillow.

Cas breathed in heavily, letting Dean run the needle in once more. "AH! Dean!" Cas began to plead again. The blood spilling on the floor was imaginable. The maids would sure be tested after this. "No! No! No!" Castiel slammed his fist into the bed sheets.

"Almost done Cas." Sam breathed in and let it out, sweating heavily. Keeping a struggling angel down was more difficult than most would think.

"You-said-that-last-time!" Cas exaggerated it, not on purpose, but for the agony he was being thrown under. "Ow! Dean!" Castiel screamed. He wasn't bothering any body else, even though they were in a hotel.

"Almost." Dean said quite annoyed. It was worth it for his little angel though. Sam never struggled this hard nor did he make so much noise.

"Please stop!" Castiel yelled once more before Dean pulled the needle up for the final time.

"Sam, help him sit up." Sam grabbed Cas's hand and pulled him upward. Dean ran over to grab the roll of plaster bandages.

"No more, please Dean."Cas looked up with tears in his eyes. Even being half human, it hurt him so much, he would've been so quiet if normal.

"This won't hurt much Castiel." Dean pulled Cas's trench coat, white shirt, and blue tie off so he could see the under neath wounds. "Not bad." Dean began to run the bandages carefully under the angels arms. Cas flinched but never fully screamed.

"This might be a little painful." Sam could read what Dean was about to do. Dean reached under the wings sockets so he could wrap them carefully. Cas made a quiet grunting noise and often a quick sniffling but never a full on wail.

Castiel wiped his nose on his bare arm. "Thanks."