Sinner | Destiel (on hold for a bit)

13. Adios, bitches!

Tbh idek why you still read this but I'm still gonna update because for you guys. Applause applause.

Castiels Pov

I felt ready to take him on, but I concealed it with pretending like I had given up. I was laying back, actually whimpering in pain as my body tried to scab over and attach to the screws in my head. I wiggled when the door opened and I froze.

I've had an installment of unspeakable anger and fear at the same time when I heard his shoes clicking across the floor. I've gathered that they brought me down to Earth in a heavily concealed abandoned warehouse. There were symbols all over the place, so I had a sneaking suspicion it was to put us off the map of the Demons and Humans.

I struggled falsely, glaring at him with a burning hatred. I was going to enjoy stabbing him for all the pain he's put me through. He grinned at me, turning his back to grab his tool of the hour. I tested the binds before smirking and pulling my feet free. I didn't stop when he tensed from the falling off of a screw from the bindings. I launched myself off, tackling him and banging the gear on my head into his.

Like a skilled ninja, I kicked my leg out and shattered the glass, I tried to grab a shard but he plunged the knife in me, the same one from when he first stabbed me. I groaned above him, and he grinned. I felt anger and I grabbed it and pulled from my stomach, making his face go pale.

"I'm only cleansing you," I whispered in his ear before taking the knife and stabbing him in the chest. His mouth opened,his mouth and his eyes glowing a bright blue before he went lifeless.

I shakily stood up, trembling. I guess that blue light was an angel thing. I stumbled over to the door, opening it and staring at the wild trees of a forest. I laughed, smiling and breathing in the air. I limped out, covering my stab wound with my hand.

more angels could come, and I didn't want that. Like I wasn't injured, I took off running, using my free hand to pull out the screws one by one. I grunted in pain but refrained from making any more noise than that. When they were all gone, I threw the metal set off my head and ignored the blood.

The trees were thinning out, and I pursed my lips. How was I going to get back home without a car or being seen? I shrugged and kept running, taking shallow breaths. This stab wound was annoying. I leaned on a tree, squinting my eyes. Was that a car? Thank the Lord. I looked at the sky. "Sorry God, but I don't like your angels. Still like you though, buddy." I smiled and went towards it, glancing around before breaking the window and getting in, searching for the key.

I found the spare, grinning to myself. I looked up as I turned on the car, seeing a family in a restaurant looking at me with fear. I shakily waved before peeling out of the lot, revving the engine and speeding down the road.

"He has a GPS? God, thank you for trying to make up for your horrible angels." I turned it on, blasting the music. I put in my address, feeling so carefree and happy. I cruised down the streets, pausing for a moment to rummage in the back and grab a hat and jacket to put on. I was approaching a town, can't have them freaking out.

I swerved slightly, glancing down at my bleeding stomach. "Just a little longer, try not to kill me." I spoke to my wound, laughing. I really need to talk to another person, I've been lacking social interaction. I wondered what's happened while I was gone, nothing too much I hope.

Glancing down at the gas, I smiled broadly. It was full. "Gonna make it back before Sunday," I sang to myself, reaching forward and grabbing some tissues to put over my wound and to wipe blood off me.

The music was blasting, and I slowed to a stop at an intersection, looking over and seeing a parked black car. IT looked so familiar, and I tried to remember but it hurt my head. I huffed and stared at it before taking off, seeing a man decked out in suspicious clothing walk out and stare at the car.

It was getting dark by the time the GPS said I was thirty minutes away. I was weak and very dizzy, but I kept going. I groaned, putting a new address in the GPS. It was the hospital in the city by my town. Instantly, the time dwindled, relieving me. "Ten minutes," it's robotic voice announced, telling me to turn right. I did so, gasping for breath by the time I saw the building appear.

I sped up, dodging cars and going in the emergency lane, attracting attention of doctors through the clear doors. I stumbled out, holding the tissues to my wounds. It didn't take long before they were all running to me. I leaned on one and grimaced, trembling from exhaustion. "Hey guys, I'm the missing Castiel Novak," I weakly joked, leaning forward and puking up more blood. Great, it's not like I've lost enough blood already. I was laid on a stretcher, and a saw a doctor look away from me as she wheeled me down the hall.

"Hey..." I whispered, attracting her gaze. "I want to go to my church by Sunday, I trust you to...to make that happen." She stared at me with sad eyes before looking determined. "You will, I promise." Relaxing, I stared at the ceiling. "Did anybody even look for me?" I coughed. The doctor shook her head up and down fast. "It was on the news, you just disappeared in thin air. Where were you?" I shrugged weakly, bemused that I was having a conversation while being rushed to the emergency room.

"Crazy guy kept me in a warehouse and tortured me." The doctor tensed, and I closed my eyes, suddenly very tired. I was shook awake, and I jumped. "Just a little longer, okay? Then you'll be at your church."

I let out a tired breath, nodding as the stretcher stopped and a mask was placed over my face. I panicked at first, thrashing around until I was pinned down. I turned my head, staring at the doctor before my vision went black.

When I woke again, it was day and the sunlight was streaming in through the window and into my room. I sat up, setting my hands on my lap. I stared at the covers, tensing as I remembered.

I think it was Dean, but this time it didn't have pain, and he was above me, kissing my neck. I shivered and looked towards the door, expecting it to open and let me see green eyes. I don't know why, but I found myself trembling in fear.

I remembered this fear; it was when I was running from him. But, as the minutes ticked by, and my memories rushed around, I relaxed and closed my eyes. Then, I thought of his name. I fisted the sheets, curling my toes as I remembered the pain.

The door opened quickly, scaring me into almost falling off my bed. I shakily took in a deep breath before tilting my head. The person was on me, and I grunted in pain. "Castiel! I was so worried, I was so scared you died! Don't ever just disappear like that!" Her face neared mine, and she kissed me softly.

It was unlike the ones I remember Dean giving me.

I wrapped my arms around Amelia, putting my face on her shoulder. "I'm back," I murmured, closing my eyes and holding her close. I pulled back, and she blushed, straightening up. "What happened while I was gone?" I asked, like I had just gone a long business trip. She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and I tilted my head.

"Well, we thought you went home early on Sunday, but when I went to your apartment, you weren't there. I tried calling you, and then I went to the police to file a missing persons report. They tried to help, we did everything we could. I'm just so glad you came back." I smiled, yawning.

Amelia stared at me before sighing and grasping my hand. "I can't lie to you," I froze, staring at her in fear. "Dean came back and said you were kidnapped. Then, he skipped town. I know how close you guys were, you were best friends and I didn't want to disappoint you."

I relaxed again, laying back and staring at the ceiling. "No, It's good you told me. I would've found out sooner or later." She frowned at my sudden lack of attention, sitting in the chair beside me. "If it helps, I'll try and help you." I waved her off, shaking my head slowly.

"No...no...It's fine, we weren't that close."