Pizza man

Little White Pill

He tried the window again, no luck. Dean was making too much noise. He  checked over his shoulder to see whether the door had been opened. A little caution never hurt anyone. He tried to jam the lock on the window again with his locker key. Nothing. He didn't have any tools with him, there was no way he was going to get this open - having already meticulously sorted through all of the drawers in the dining room in the hope of finding a key, or a paperclip, or any kind of weapon- to absolutely no avail.
He tried the window again. "Fuck!" He said under his breath. If he wanted to get out, he was going to have to break it. He wasn't going to kick through the dead bolt on the door and he certainly wasn't going to be able to pick the lock on this window. "Fuck." He started to take off his shirt and wrap it around his fist. Looking through the window he couldn't exactly see an obvious escape route ; he wasn't going to get back out through those gates - they were too high to climb. But he might make it into the woods, or around to that shed he could see, hopefully find a weapon - anything to defend himself against Castiel would be greatly appreciated. He shouldn't have left his phone in the car. He closed his eyes "Well, here goes nothing." He whispered.
Dean raised his clothed fist, preparing to slam it into the window. The he heard something. The lock on the door, and then the hinges of the door... and then an amused chuckle.
"Really Dean, already taking your clothes off already? It's not going to break. It's bullet proof and triple glazed."
"I was, uh. Cleaning the window." Dean grunted.
Castiel raised an eyebrow sceptically. Dean smirked, looking more than a little guilty. He shrugged "it had this annoying little black mark, dirt or somethin'-"
"Enough, Dean. " Castiel smiled "I know what you were doing, I'm actually a little proud. I wasn't expecting you to be so cunning. But I was expecting a bit of a fight when I came to get you. So" he held up a clear plastic cup of water in one hand and in his other outstretched palm sat a tiny white pill.
"Merry Christmas to you to." Dean said breathlessly, frozen in terror.
"It's a sedative, Dean. Nothing permanent. You can take it this way, or we can do this the hard way." Dean chuckled and made a light hearted reference to a movie Castiel had never watched, Castiel tilted his head to one side. Still offering the plastic cup and pill. Dean pulled the shirt off of his hand and put it on and then backed closer to the window. "I think I'll pass on that." He took up a more defensive stand, his feet nudging further apart to give him stability.
"Okay," Castiel shrugged. "Option two!" He called out to no one, looking around the room before placing the cup and pill on the table. He walked up to Dean who was raising his fists and had clenched his jaw tightly shut. Castiel rolled his eyes. "I really hate conflict." He said, "one last chance." He motioned towards the cup and pill. Tilting his head and analysing Dean's stern expression with his sky blue eyes. "Well!" Castiel shrugged nochalantly and Dean gulped trying to take another step back but finding himself a little too close to the window.
His dad had given him some training, but this psychopath was a professional. He killed and maimed people for fun! Dean was no exception. Right?
Castiel pulled Dean's fist across his chest and Dean tried to strike with his free hand, the punch hit Castiel square on the jaw but Castiel didn't take long to recover and his next move was too fast for Dean to block. He caught Dean's recovering fist and span him around. Dean found himself looking back out of the window with Castiel flush against his back. He stomped on Castiel's toe, causing him to cry out in pain, and then tried desperately to dive away from him- but it didn't work! Castiel was holding him tightly with both of his hands trapped between his back and Castiel's torso. Dean squirmed desperately. Castiel kicked his feet out from under him and pushed him onto the ground so that he was laying with his nose on the rug pushing himself down onto Dean's hips and pressing his hands above his head. Dean rolled over, throwing Castiel off of his hips and onto his back on the rug. Dean scrambled over and hit him again but Castiel dodged it and then pushed Dean off with his knees and now he was laying above him, trapping his thighs with his legs and his hands with an arm above Dean's head. "Haha." Castiel smiled triumphantly, blood was dripping drown his lip. Dean watched it gather into a droplet. Castiel smiled again. Dean struggled fruitlessly, he was totally trapped. Dean cried out as Castiel moved his arms underneath him, with both of his hands free Castiel was able to retrieve another white pill from his suit pocket, still grinning. "That was more difficult than I expected." He acknowledged, studying the pill with that same blue intensity, Dean was trying not to shake.
"Son of a bitch." Dean said, squirming again. Castiel raised an eyebrow.
"Language." Castiel warned him calmly.
Dean smiled tilting his head, "Fuck you. Fuck you very much."
Castiel frowned and then shrugged, covering Dean's nose with his hand. "So disobedient!"
Dean struggled beneath him, knowing that the second he opened his mouth Castiel would drug him. But eventually he wasn't going to be able to resist, and when his mouth did open to drag in precious oxygen Castiel popped the pill in. "Swallow." He commanded. Dean could feel him pressing against his abdomen, the weight of a full grown man crushing the teen. Castiel watched him steadily. The pill tasted of flour, rough against his tounge and he grimaced. "I'm sure it tastes fine, stop making such a big deal and just swallow it."
Dean made an obvious swallowing motion, he was sure Castiel would feel it against the hand he had covering Dean's mouth and nose. "Nice try. Swallow it. Or you'll only pass out from lack of oxygen."
He gave in, he felt fine, maybe Castiel would get off him. He felt able; he could still move his hands a feet? Maybe if the man thought he was out of it he might get the upper hand. Element of surprise! Castiel knelt and then got off of him brushing his hands off on the trousers of his suit. "Good boy," Castiel murmured, "Slowly now," He waited for Dean to drag himself off the ground and he was breifly surprised when he jumped to his feet and tried to land a lazy punch, Castiel caught his fist and pulled the barely consious teen into his arms. "I said slowly," He murmured into his hair. "Otherwise you'll pass out." Dean drooled onto his jacket and tried to stay upright.
"Come on," Castiel pulled him over his shoulder in a parody of a fireman's lift and carried him out of the room. Dean trying to fight him but unable to find the energy to launch an effective attack found himself slamming his fists emptily onto Castiel's purple clad back with very little of the desired effect.