Destiel - Finding Our Love Again

I Get What I Want

Chapter 11 - I Get What I Want

The past weeks, while boring, had seemed a great improvement when compared with their normal lives of chaos and death. They all seemed at peace and while they all fought sometimes it was because they were cooped up not because they actually despised each other. Even Dean and Adam were managing to get along to some degree and it was almost blissful.

Dean and Castiel were happy for the first time since he had got back. They had of course been thrilled to see each other and just being close again made them smile but up until the peace and quiet of the bunker they hadn't been truly happy. Having time together down in a place where there wasn't going to be any monster hunters cropping up or any danger of attacks made their relationship stronger and they loved it.

Every minute they were together they remembered something different that they loved about each other. The small quirks like when Castiel would tilt his head when something wasn't fully understood or the way that Dean would drum songs on tables and chairs whenever he was concentrating on something. Even these little things made everything seem better.

It wasn't just the couple that were happy.

Bobby had accepted that he couldn't help everyone with everything and he'd found another hobby to satisfy himself with in the meantime. He'd started woodwork with the wood kept at the back of the bunker originally for stakes but they wouldn't need those anytime soon. The first thing he had made was a decidedly wonky footstool but he had quickly improved and know everyone had footstools all different shapes and sizes and they were all near perfectly crafted. Bobby was more than pleased with himself.

The two other Winchesters had got themselves back into chess. With them both having aspired a further education and a university life they found that they had a lot in common and one of those things was chess. They both had been considered 'geeks' -which neither of them thought of as a necessarily bad thing- and they had both been brought into the chess club by friends and they were good. They had begun to learn to predict the amount of moves to checkmate and while they weren't right all the time they were doing pretty well over all.

Gabriel however, was finding it a little harder to find something to do. He was an archangel after all that had spend a large amount of time roaming the earth as he so pleases and giving people their 'just desserts' and he knew full well that there was no one fitting that description in the bunker. He had begun by playing stupid little pranks on the men but without his powers it took a lot of time to set up each one and many of them got found out. This meant that Gabriel found himself joining the other men's activities -not Dean and Castiel's however- rather than finding his own.

No one really minded that much because they had begun to realise that Gabriel was one of the only reasons that they were alive at that moment in time. The Winchesters weren't known for their manners but the archangel could tell that they were grateful and as long as he could see that he didn't care if they never said it out loud.

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Dean was laid asleep; wrapped up in the angel's trench coat when he awoke. It was warm in the bunker and it always had been but this warmth was different and it was radiating from Castiel. The last time that he remembered him being that warm seemed like a long time ago. It was the time when they found him in the warehouse when Raphael got him. No angel could get anywhere near him though; could they?

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The room was a pure white unlike any that Castiel had ever seen and it terrified him unlike any place he had ever been in. Something about the room struck something inside him and it scared him more than he could ever imagine. It scared him more than the prospect of death; more than leaving Dean; more than being sent to Hell again. It was pain and fear that seemed to cripple him inside and he didn't know why.

He tried to move but found that he was strapped to a white table with thick leather engraved straps. Enochian sigils were scattered across the bonds and Castiel couldn't move a single centimetre as he tried to leave. The fear was striking through him and some sort of distant memories were shooting through the back of his mind just out of reach as he desperately tried to get free.

"Castiel," a woman's voice sighed as tears threatened to spill over his eyes.

That voice. He knew that voice but where from. It cut harshly through his head and seemed to merge with his memories flying viciously around the back of his mind. The terror hit him harder as he turned to see the short brown-haired woman stood beside a trolley full of sharp and deadly instruments.

"What do you want?" Castiel muttered trying to keep the fear from slipping into his voice. He kept his expression as unemotional as possible and stared at her face no matter how scared he became.

"You really don't remember. This time it must have worked better because last time, well last time it all changed so quickly," she said with a chilled smile, "I was really disappointed in myself. I mean all the effort that I had put into that method and all the hours that I'd spent perfecting it were wasted because you and Balthazar still broke out of it. Very disappointing."

"What do you want?"

"Still as stupid as ever I see," she muttered picking up each object from the metal trolley and turning it over in her hand before replacing it, "You should be in the pit Castiel and we want you back down there. You're a bit more than an inconvenience when you are up here and frankly you benefit everyone down there. Ah, this is the one."

The woman turned to Castiel holding a thick handled object with a sharp point at one end. It glinted ominously in the light and Castiel gulped audibly as he looked at her in horror.

"Sister, you don't want to-"

"Don't call me that!" She shrieked as she pushed her hands to his shoulders and looked him right in the eyes, "You stopped being our family as soon as you left with them; as soon as you stopped fighting for us and turned to them. You did it not us!"

Castiel looked at the hate in her eyes and turned his face away. He didn't understand what he had done to make this woman so angry with him. He knew that all of his family showed anger towards him but she was going further than anyone else and he somehow knew that he must have had a past with her. She had so much pent up rage towards him.

"If you just surrender Gabriel and yourself to us then none of this has to happen okay?" She said with a fake smile etched onto her face, "So I'm going to ask you this once nicely, where are you hidden?"

Fear built up inside Castiel as he heard her question and a faint memory echoed through his mind of pain and fear.

"You will obey Michael!"

"No," he said in a quieter voice than he had first anticipated before shouting back louder, "No!"

"Oh Castiel, you would have thought that you'd learn from the other times but then again you always were stubborn," She strut around him and gripped the sharp spike in her hand. She brought it right up to his head and held the tip of the cold metal to his temple, "Want to tell me now. I'm going to warn you Castiel that I always get what I want so why don't you just tell me now and save yourself the suffering?"

"N-no," Castiel stuttered looking up into her blue-grey eyes and holding back the fear expanding inside him. Somehow he knew what was coming before it even did and even though he knew he couldn't help but let out a soul-ripping scream as she drove the spike into his head.

"Oh Cassie, I always get exactly what I want."

Author Note: So that was that. Cliff hanger; you know that I love those. I've been especially evil recently in quite a few of my stories...hmmmmm...

I haven't been feeling particularly great today because my sister gave me her headachey, coldy, coughy, thingy and I've had three tests that I didn't do too well in today.. I just couldn't concentrate. It's a good job that they weren't the real thing because otherwise I would be stuffed! I tried my best but I apologise if there are lots of mistakes or if it isn't as good as usual. Really, REALLY sorry about that if that is the case.