Angel in a Cage (A Sequel to Devil in a Trenchoat)

Different

  You, Sam, and Dean were on a hunt for a Wendigo. It had attacked several people who were workers building a highway through a remote forest and it was up to the three of you to end it. Lucifer and Castiel stayed behind to work on something. Dean was driving the Impala as Sam tried to engage in conversation. You slept deeply in the back seat, talking to Crowley.

  You were tied down to a table, Crowley pacing in front of you.

  “What now?” He asked irritably.

  “We’re hunting a Wendigo or a couple of them.. Castiel and Lucifer are back at the bunker. Sam and Dean are accompanying me.” You explained. Crowley nodded, a devilish smirk appearing on his lips. He quickly walked away, leaving you in the contacted dream state. A few minutes later he came back in with a brand in the shape of a C is was glowing orange. You began to shake.

  “Now, every time I need you this mark will glow.. It will be quite painful, like you’re being branded over and over again.”  He explained, pulling the left side of your pants down to your knee.

  “Crowley, sir, I don’t think that’s- AHHHHHH!” You screamed as Crowley pressed the burning metal to your thigh. You struggled but your were bound too tightly. He smirked and after a few seconds he pulled the branding iron away. You were clenching your teeth and tears were going down your face.

  “I’m going to bandage this up. When I send you back you say nothing.” Crowley ordered, waving his hand. Your leg was bandaged and your pants back in place.

  “I’ll see you soon.” He chimed as he snapped his fingers.

  You bolted upright in the Impala, Sam and Dean jumping.

  “(Y/N), are you alright?” Sam asked, turning to you. You nodded and smiled even though you felt like if you opened your mouth you were going to throw up. Dean glanced back at you through the mirror, giving you a sympathetic look. You just smiled, leaning back against the seat.

  “We’ll be hitting a hotel in a couple miles if you want to rest up and eat, Dean has been refusing to stop until we reach it.”

  “Sammy has a tiny bladder.” Dean smirked. Sam turned to you, blushing.

  “No, I don’t. Dean’s kidding.”

  About an hour later you were in the bathroom of your hotel room, changing the bandage. Trying to take the bandage off was like ripping off burnt skin. You bit your lip so hard it bled. When you were finally done it began burning as intensely as it had when Crowley first branded you. You collapsed onto the floor, struggling to breathe as the pain overtook you. Just as suddenly as it started it stopped. You took in a few quick breaths, closing your eyes.

  “You’re weak.” Crowley’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You only nodded, opening your eyes. You put a hand on your bed, slowly pulling yourself up. Crowley was sitting on the bed opposite you, legs crossed.

  “The boys could walk in any minute.” You warned, clicking on the TV.

  “I’m going to need to have a chat with them.”

  “After what you did to Rory and Jay they wouldn’t spit in your direction.”

  “When they see that I’m their only hope they’ll listen.”

  “Unless you can hand deliver Amara on a silver platter..” You replied sarcastically.

  “I can come relatively close that.”

  “How?.. Wait, no… You have a hand of God, don’t you?” You asked, sitting down on your bed. Crowley put a finger to his head.

  “Clever dog.”

  “They’ll try to kill you as soon as they see you… Rory and Jay were their friends too.” You said, glancing at the door. Crowley shrugged as Sam walked into your room. You glanced at Crowley who was gone.

  “Who were you talking to?” He asked curiously, holding two cups in his hands. You smiled nodding at the TV that was playing Sesame Street.

  “Just that. I got angry when Mr. Noodle couldn't find his fucking hands.” You said, laughing nervously. Sam chuckled and raised an eyebrow, looking at the screen for a second.

  “Well… I brought you some hot chocolate, it really seems to be getting cold.” He smiled, walking closer and handing you the warm cup. You took it and smiled as he took a step back, nearly turning and leaving. Before he could  leave a knife was pointed into your neck and you were grabbed by your hair. You dropped your hot chocolate, some of it spilling on your shirt. You yelped loudly and Sam turned back around.

  “Hello, moose.” Crowley greeted. Pushing the blade in a bit further. Your breath hitched as Sam called for Dean who came running.

  “Hello, squirrel… Now that I have your attention..” Crowley began, yanking your hair back.

  “I want to discuss something that is of your interest.. I heard from a little bird you’re looking for a hand of God… I currently have one in my possession..” He smirked, seeming to enjoy having you defenseless.

 “We don’t want anything, from you.” Dean growled, his face hard as stone. Sam pulled the demon blade out, glaring at Crowley. Crowley drew a bit of blood from your neck, smirking widely.

  “I don’t want to kill the little bird, I’ve killed enough of your friends.”

  “Fine, Crowley, but we are on a job.. As soon as we’re done here we’ll summon you and talk.” Dean spoke up, low and warning. Crowley weighed his options before disappearing, allowing you to fall forward and finally release the breath you were holding. You coughed loudly as Sam and Dean rushed to your side and helped you up.

  “That sucked.” You gasped. They only nodded, Sam giving you a sad smile.

  “Next time we’ll be prepared.”