Feathers And Spandex

Mix-Ups

⚠️LOTS OF GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD, PREPARE YOUR BUTTS⚠️

Dean stopped abruptly as he walked into the apartment. It was a mess. Drops of blood spotted the floor, some small puddles as well. They led up to a large pool of red on the kitchen floor, then drag marks leading up to a window.

Feathers littered the ground.

He stepped carefully over shards of glass "Cas? Cas are you here?" He called out. But there was no one there.

"No no no no no." His hands reached up into his short, sandy blonde hair. He sunk to the ground. He gripped his scalp so tight, a jolt of pain shot through his head. He ran a hand down his face, he hadn't realized he was crying.

His eyes drifted to the feathers littering the floor. He picked up a medium sized one, twirling it between his fingers.

"Dark Angel."

—C

His eyes flickered open. The light was too bright, in fact, it was almost blinding. He squinted. Sharp jabs of pain pulsed through his brain. He groaned and shook his head.

He wished he hadn't, for that small action sent waves of pain flashing through his body. He tried to stand up, but found himself strapped down, he couldn't move.

"Look who's awake." It was the British man, from the street. The bright white light moved, no longer shining directly into his eyes. He blinked a few times.

The stubbled face of a man came into his view, "Hello darling." Cas groaned in response. "My name is Crowley, and I'll be your torturer this evening."

"Haven't you already tortured me enough? Why are you even doing this?" Crowley tsked "Well, Angel, I need you," he paused, looking up and smiling, "To get to them."

"Get to who?" Cas figured he could at least get some information before he broke out of here. "Do you really not know?" Crowley asked, he seemed appalled. Cas narrowed his blue eyes.
Crowley laughed.

"Wow, you really are stupid!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "Here's a little lesson, you're an angel, but you're not the only one." Cas' eyes widened. "What. Are. You." Crowley looked down and chuckled, he lifted his head and looked into Cas' eyes. But his eyes... They weren't eyes. They were entirely consumed by red. 

Crowley smiled, "Enough chatting," his grin fell off his face, "Where is it?" Cas blinked. "Where is what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you know what I'm talking about. The vial, where is it?" Now it was Cas' turn to laugh, "Nowhere you'd ever find it." He should have expected the harsh blow to his face. He laughed again. "What? Do you think I'm a stranger to pain?"

Crowley growled, and hit him again. His fist connected with his jaw, sending waves of pain echoing throughout his head. He felt blood dripping down his face. "Where. Is. It." Crowley said, delivering a blow with every word. Cas stared at his captor, then spat blood in his face. He then smiled at Crowley's disgusted expression, teeth coated in red.

Crowley took his handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his face with it. He looked down at the reddened cloth. "So we're gonna play that way are we?" He delivered a blow to Cas' stomach, making him cough up more blood in the process. Coughing, he looked up at Crowley with a scowl. Red dripping down his face, tears in his eyes.

"Why do you want the vial so much anyways? What's in it?" Crowley leaned down until he was eye level with Cas, he set his hands on either side of the chair. "That vial, is pure angel grace, yours actually, and I need it. So again," he hit Cas' face, "WHERE IS THE BLOODY VIAL?" A wide eyed man rushed into the room.

"Sir, we're under attack!"

"Not now, Sheldon. Go away I'm busy."

"Sir it's The H-" he didn't get to finish his sentence when a shot went off. A red hole appeared in his head, blood dripping from the wound. He fell to the ground. The Hunter stood behind where the man had stood, gun raised.

Crowley looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, Hunter. So nice of you to join us. I was waiting-"

"Where. Is. He." The Hunter growled. "Who?" Hunter walked a few steps, entering the room, gun still raised. "Dark Angel."

Cas coughed, "Back here." He called. Hunter looked at Crowley and made a gesture with his gun, "Move." He said in a low tone that sounded more like a growl. Crowley raised his hands and stepped to the side, revealing Cas strapped down to a chair. "Cas?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"Hello Dean." He said, coughing up more blood. Hunter turned back to Crowley, "Is this some kind of joke? Where's your boss?" He just smirked, "I am the boss."

"Bullshit, where is he? What are you doing with Cas?" Crowley rolled his eyes, "Are they all this stupid?" He asked to no one in particular. "If you think I work for Dark Angel, you're an idiot. He's right behind you." Hunter looked back at Cas, then turned to Crowley, raising his gun to his face. He smiled and raised his hand.

"And this is where I make my exit." He snapped his fingers and disappeared before Hunter could fire a shot. "Damnit." He turned back to Cas, "You okay?" Cas arched an eyebrow, "Do I look okay?" Dean nodded his head, "Good point."

He tucked his gun back into it's holster and started to undo the various straps holding Cas to the chair.

Once free, Cas stood up. He almost fell but Dean caught him, "Easy there, tiger." Flashes of pain coursed through his body. "I don't.. I don't think I can walk." He said, leaning most of his weight on Dean, who hoisted him up, bridal style. "I guess I'll carry you then." Cas chuckled.

"Dean, we can't go back to the apartment, they'll find us there." He looked down at him, "I know, but there is somewhere else we can go." Cas smiled weakly before falling back into unconsciousness.

"Sleep tight, Angel."

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*fangirl screams*