Destiel Imagines

11. kidnapped (human cas au)

Castiel screamed as the black-eyed stranger slowly dragged the knife across his skin, ripping a terrible scar across his chest.

"Tell me where the Winchesters are hiding," growled the strange man, twisting the knife and causing Cas to scream even louder before he pulled away.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! My name is Castiel Novak—I work at a grocery store! I don't know any Winchesters—aah!"

The demon bared its teeth, drawing yet another scarlet line across Cas's pale skin. "Lies! You spoke to them just two days ago—I know you did. I saw. I've been tracking them all over the country, filthy bastards, but now I've lost their trail and you—you worthless, pathetic little worm—you're the only connection I have to them." The man smiled thinly. "So you're going to tell me everything you know. And you're going to tell me nicely. Or you will be telling me from the floor, in several small pieces."

Cas was shaking; tears brimmed in his eyes. "I swear, I don't know anything. I-I spoke to them only once—" His voice hitched as the demon raised the knife again. "They're FBI—I didn't have a choice—it's the law! But they didn't tell me anything, I swear to god!"

"You spoke to them?" The stranger's voice was velvet. "They asked questions, did they?"

"Y-yes—but—"

Cas screamed as the demon cut into him again. His white button-up shirt was in ribbons, his body drenched with blood. "Tell me!" his kidnapper roared.

"Son of a bitch," swore a deep voice from the door.

With no warning, a tall man launched himself out of the shadows and tackled the demon, pummeling him into the ground. A second man, this one with long brown hair, appeared and shot Cas's kidnapper in the head. Eerie orange lights flickered from within the man's skull. Finally he went limp.

"Castiel, was it?" said the first man—Dean, Cas recalled. He hurried over, untying Cas and helping him up. "Son of a bitch—Sam he's bleeding out. We need to get him back to the bunker."

"Th-that thing," stammered Cas, "he, it, called itself a demon. What was that?"

"Stop talking," Dean told him, "you need to conserve your energy. We'll explain later, once you're not bleeding half your heart out onto a filthy warehouse floor."

Cas's legs were too weak to support himself. His vision flickered. "I...I think..."

"What is it? Cas?"

"I think I'm going to pass out."

The world tilted. Everything went black.

• • •

Cas woke up several hours later. He was lying on a couch in a room he'd never seen before. Alarmed, he tried to sit up, then fell back down with a pained wince. His chest was bare, and his wounds were bound tightly with white bandages.

"Sam, he's awake," said a familiar voice. Dean came around the couch, his expression full of concern. "You okay? How're you holding up so far?"

"Where am I?"

"Safe. Don't worry. We're gonna get you better." Dean sat down next to him, carefully checking his wounds and replacing the bandages. Cas's face flushed as Dean's strong hands brushed against his bare skin; he turned his face away.

"You got a home? Family?"

"Not really," Cas admitted. "Then again, I guess the fact that no one came looking for me after I went missing is kind of a dead giveaway."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. I mean it took Sammy and I a full day and a half to find you, and we're professionals." Dean grinned at Cas. "You're good now, in any case. You can stay with us until you're fully mended if you'd like—we've got plenty of room, and I can promise with absolute certainty that no demons will get their hands on you here."

Cas smiled softly, liking the sound of that. "Sounds like a plan."

Sam left the room to get some medication for the open wounds. The bunker was quiet for a bit. Finally, Dean broke the silence. "You got any siblings? Maybe a girlfriend?" Seeing Cas's alarmed look, he laughed. "Boyfriend?"

"N-no, nothing like that."

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked back into the room. "Dean, please don't start."

"Hey, what can I say? I'm hella bi."

Cas's whole face went red this time. He'd never run into another person who was bisexual before. Especially not such an attractive one. Dammit. "Um. So. That thing was a, uh, demon? And you two do this all the time?"

Dean smirked, aware that he was changing the subject. "Eh, pretty much. More than just demons, though. Monsters, even angels sometimes. The whole lot."

"Angels?" Cas's blue eyes widened. "Really? What are they like?"

"Total douche wads," said Dean, rubbing medication into Cas's wounds and then wrapping them up again. Cas had to admit, he kind of enjoyed the sensation of Dean's hands gently feeling their way around his body.

It was getting late. The brothers didn't have any other rooms ready, so Dean lent his bed to Cas that night. He had to help the blue-eyed boy under the covers; Cas was still too hurt to handle himself.

Dean started to leave the room, but Cas spoke up. "Dean?" The hunter paused, glancing back at him. Cas's face flushed. "You don't have to sleep out there if you don't want to. And anyway, I could use someone to keep an eye out...just in case someone tries to kidnap me while I'm sleeping."

Dean smirked, understanding perfectly well what Cas was saying. He kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed, snuggling up right next to Cas, but being careful not to hurt him. Dean wrapped his arms around his little lost boy. "G'night, Cas. See you in the morning."

"You too," Cas whispered, closing his eyes and falling to sleep in the warmth of the hunter's arms.