Pure Eyes [ON HOLD/DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Ten

*Early chapter today. Anyway enjoy.*

Cas opened his eyes slowly, he couldn't see anything, there was something covering his eyes. He couldn't remove it either, his arms and legs were bound to a chair he was seated in.

"Castiel," A voice said, he knew the voice. "Alone. Without the Winchesters." The voice continued.

Two hands were set on either side of his face, he flinched at the touch. The blind fold that had been covering his eyes was removed, but he still couldn't see anything the area he was in had no lights on.

Cas turned his head to each side, hoping to see something. The room seemed empty, it was dead silent and pitch black. He tried to free his arms and legs with no luck.

All of sudden a single light turned on directly above him, causing Cas to look up. "Castiel," A figure in the distance said. Cas focused on the mans figure, narrowing his eyes. "Who are you." Cas said in a firm voice. The man chuckled in a response. "You should know. Your the one who came to kill me." Cas tilted his head to the side. "Lets see if the Winchesters can figure out, shall we." The man added. The glow of the phone light up the mans chest and lower face.

"Looking for your pet?" The man said in to the phone, some more lights turned on and Cas spotted his brother. He yelled his name. "Gabriel!" The figure of the man, who was still in the dark, turned. All the lights went out and the room was pitch black again, he could hear the man and his brother fighting. Then silents and a bright light before darkness again.

"Gabriel." Cas called out, trying to get free,. "Hey *cough* Cassie." He heard his brother say weakly. "Don't say I never. Did anything for you *cough, cough*" Gabriel said, untying his brother. "Open up!" They heard someone say banging on the door.

Gabriel grabbed Castiel by the wrist as the door opened, they both vanished as police officers stormed in to the abandoned factory warehouse.

Gabriel ended up in the impala but Cas wasn't with him. He didn't have enough strength to go get him, nor did he have enough strength to heal himself. "Hello boys." He said, as Dean slammed in the breaks.

Castiel wasn't with his brother. He was laying near a small puddle in a alleyway. He leaned over the puddle, he looked at his reflection. He had cuts and a couple bruises on his face. Cas rolled on to his back and sat against a wall, he looked down at his leg. It was covered in dry blood, he couldn't get his self to stand up, the pain was to much but he knew he had to try. He used a near by trash can to help him to his feet, pain shot through him as he put his weight on his bad leg. He took a step and fell, hitting his head on the way down and knocked himself out.