Destiel Imagines

4. don't cry for me (angst)

warning: angst!

Cas slowly woke up with a pounding pain in the back of his head. His eyes widened as he remembered, vaguely, what had happened the night before - shouting, and gunfire, and pain. He tried to sit up but it was no use - his hands and feet were chained, and when he looked around he saw that he was in an iron cage.

Beside him, Dean groaned and stirred. "Cas?"

"Dean," said Cas, deeply relieved. "And Sam." They're alive. He glanced over his shoulder. He could hear footsteps. Someone was coming. "Be still."

Castiel watched as a man approached the cage and smirked down at him. "Would you look at that," said the stranger. "The pretty one's awake."

Glaring up at him, Cas growled, "What do you want with us?"

"Me? Nothing. As for my master, however - that's another matter." The man unlocked the cage. "You three, come with me."

"And if we don't?" said Dean under his breath.

Giving a sickly smile, the man pulled out a gun and cocked it, aiming it at Dean's head. "I'll use my imagination."

The three exchanged glances, then painfully got to their feet, chains rustling. The man pulled out a second gun and nodded for them to move forward. "I wouldn't advise making a run for it. These hallways are full to bursting with guards who'd love to get a view of your insides."

They didn't have much of a choice but to go where the man urged them. Now was not the time to attempt escape. They reached a set of doors which opened from the inside. Beyond - darkness.

Sam clenched his jaw. "You're going to regret this."

The man just laughed and gestured with his firearms for them to enter.

Almost instantly, three men hulking with muscle appeared from the shadows and grabbed them, wrenching their arms behind their backs and forcing them forward. Dean struggled briefly, but it was no use. Cas was beginning to feel a spark of fear in his chest. This is bad. He dug in his heels, only for the guard to kick his knees in. He cried out. This is very bad.

"Why, hello there boys," said a dark voice. A man in a dark purple suit with a black shirt underneath walked towards them. "You don't know me. That's quite all right. I know you."

"Let us go," Cas said between his teeth.

"Let you go? Why ever would I do that?" The figure stepped forward, his face only inches from Cas's. His voice was a whisper. "You, angel, you have something I need. You know the location Death tablet."

Sam and Dean stared at him, obviously caught off guard.

"There's a Death tablet?" demanded Dean. "I thought this whole 'tablet' crap was over! Cas, what the hell is going on?"

Cas let out a ragged breath. "You can torture me, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to tell you anything."

"Oh, I know that," said the figure calmly, straightening and stepping back. He looked to the guard holding Dean and snapped his fingers. "I won't need to torture you."

Without warning, the guard released Dean and then punched him, hard, in the stomach. "Dean!" shouted Sam and Cas in unison. Dean doubled over, only for the guard to knee him in the chin. Cas heard something crack, and Dean staggered back, blood streaming down his face and neck.

The guard grabbed him by the shoulder, violently punching him in the face. "Cas," Dean choked out, "Cas, don't you dare -"

His words were cut off as the guard slammed him up against a wall, bashing his head against the stone. Pulling out a knife, he grinned over his shoulder at his master. Several of his teeth were missing. "What should I cut off first, Sire?"

"Oh, try something conventional," said the purple-suited man dismissively. "A few scars, plenty of pain. Enjoy yourself."

Dean shouted in pain as the guard dragged the knife down his face, from temple to chin. Tears streamed down Cas's face. "Stop it!" he begged.

"Ah, ah, ah," said the purple man, "Inside voices, please."

Dean kicked the guard in the leg, but he just grinned and punched him again, harder than before. Dean's head snapped back, and he slumped to the ground, a mess of blood. Cas was sobbing now - trying to look away, but the man holding him gripped his head in place, forcing him to watch.

The guard smoothly pulled out a gun and shot Dean in the leg. Dean shouted between his teeth, his whole body trembling from the pain. "Cas," he choked. The guard shot him again, in the arm now. "Cas..."

Castiel couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes, but he could still hear Dean's screams.

"Stop!" he roared. "I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

The guard paused. Intrigued, the purple-suited man raised an eyebrow. "Do go on."

Cas was shaking. "Europe. It's in Europe."

"That's all?"

The guard shot Dean again, this time in the side. His scream ripped through Cas like a wall of fire. "It's beneath Stonehenge!" Cas yelled angrily. "Buried, in a crypt." His shoulders sagged. "There's a ward upon the place, that's why it's never been detected by humankind. Say 'open' in enochian...the door will show itself. That's all I know."

The purple-suited man smiled. "I believe you," he said. "Thank you, Castiel. You've been a marvelous help." He strode past them, towards the doorway. "Kill them all."

"No!" shouted Cas, eyes wide. It was too late. The loud thunder of gunfire filled the room like a clap. Blood. The guard had shot Dean in the heart.

It was in that moment that everything just - stopped.

And Cas exploded.

Sam shielded his eyes as Cas disappeared in an enormous implosion of white light that enveloped the room, turning the guards to dust. The doors slammed shut. The purple-suited man whirled around just in time to be hit with a pure blast of energy - and when it cleared, nothing remained of him but a smoldering crater.

Cas strode towards Dean with tears of pure, hot, white light streaming down his face. "Dean." He knelt, pulling the Winchester into his arms. Sam rushed to his side. "No. No. Dean!"

But no. Castiel's blue eyes widened. He could hear Dean's faint, ragged breath. He's alive. In a blink, he passed a hand over Dean's motionless form, healing the cruel wounds inflicted by their captors. "Dean," he whispered. "Dean...I'm so sorry."

Dean coughed, trying to sit up. Cas held him close instead. "Dammit Cas, you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have told them anything."

Cas put a hand on Sam's shoulder, and suddenly they were all on the floor of the bunker's kitchen. Cas let go of Sam and tried to hold back the tears. "I couldn't watch them hurt you, Dean. I-I couldn't -"

Dean put a finger to Cas's lips, silencing him. "It's all right," he said. He touched his forehead to his angel's, closing his eyes. "It's all right, Cas. We're safe now."