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Cas tortured

Dean woke up in a dark room, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.

for months now the angels had tried to recruit him for their army. They needed the righteous man to overthrow the devil and his army. But Dean had refused as he wanted to stop the fight, and save everyone. A typical Dean thing to do. Sam and Cas had helped him and hid with him when that was the only option. But Cas had gone missing, and Dean had to find him! so he went against his brothers's wishes, and went out to find him.

Which is how he ended up in this dark room, tied to a chair, unable to move from the spot.

"Hello, Dean Winchester," Dean heard a voice from the darkness say. He had heard that voice before, but couldn't quite place where, or who the voice belonged to.

"Who are you?" Dean shouted aggressively into the darkness. "Show yourself!"

"No need to shout, Dean," the voice said, as a single lamp was being lit over the figure owning the voice. "I am right here, and I know where you can find your angel,"

Dean squinted to see who was standing underneath the sudden bright light. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he could see the figure clear. He bit down on his lip not to gasp or growl.

"Hello again, Dean,"

Before him stood Michael, in the flesh of his half-brother Adam. He could tell that it was Michael and not Adam as his posture was a lot more raffined and elegant, and his face showed no emotion except from a smirk that was playing on his lips.

"How the hell did you get out of the cage?" Dean growled, unconciously tugging at the ropes holding him down.

"A fight was coming, the apocalypse part 2, and I had to lead the angel army. So darling brother Luci got me out as soon as he got up top," Michael smirked. "Now, do you want to know where your angel is at the moment?"

Dean wanted nothing more than to spit in his face, but he needed to know where Cas was.

"Where?" Dean asked helplessly.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Michael smirked teasingly.

"Where. Is. Castiel?" Dean asked through gritted teeth. Michael smirked one last time.

"He is right here," Michael said, as he snapped his fingers and all the lights in the room turned themselves on.

Dean noticed at once how gigantic the room was, the echo of Michael's words still hanging in the air.

Here? where here?

Then he saw him.

Tied to a table tilted a bit up so that Dean could see his bare chest, his mouth wrapped around a handkerchief, stretching his lips, and his big blue eyes staring scared into Dean's terrified green ones.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean growled, trying to rip his hands out of the ropes holding them down. He grunted, and growled at Michael, who was just smiling back.

"I knew we would see eye to eye on this if we had the right victim on the table," Michael said, walking over to Castiel. "Do you have anything to say to Dean?" he asked as the handkerchief was removed from Castiel's mouth. Cas' lips had started bleeding slightly from the stretch, and he licked away the red blood.

"Dean," he said in a tender voice.

"Cas," Dean said, his voice breaking ever so slightly at the mention of his name.

"Dean, whatever he does, do not succumb to his wishes!" Castiel said, suddenly very stern, but Dean could hear that he was just as terrified as him.