Not a saviour [destiel]

Chapter 12

The knife slicing into Castiel seemed almost numb to his broken body. Everywhere Castiel went he always seemed to somehow get beat up. 

"Tell me!!! Tell me what the angel's were planning before you fell!" Crowley demanded, stabbing the knife once again into Castiels side.

"I Don't know!!!!!" Castiel screamed.

He just wanted it all to stop. Crowley had sliced and carved everywhere he could. Castiel's body had started to go numb from all the pain being afflicted upon him and the amount of blood he had lost that now is splattered all over the floor.

Crowley took the knife out of him and looked at Castiel's barely clothed body.

"Fine. I Believe you. Just one last question." Crowley started to bring the knife closer to Castiel. 

Castiel quickly nodded looking at the knife with wide eyes.

"Tell me about Dean Winchester." Crowley sneered, a grin starting to spread across his face.

"W-What do you want to know?" Castiel's voice was small. Crowley couldn't know about Dean. How did he know? He had to protect Dean, that's all Castiel could think about. Protect Dean.

"See, i started to connect the dots," Crowley started to explain, setting down the knife to only pick up a bigger one, "I heard Dean is dead and i knew he wasn't in hell. I even asked i a rogue reaper that had found a way to sneak into heaven. He said no Dean Winchester can be found up there."

As Crowley spoke Castiel couldn't help but think 'Oh god no.' Crowley figured it out. He couldn't protect Dean. What was going to happen to them both.

"So, i thought What the bloody hell is going on. He was somewhere on earth. And to be honest you and Sam didn't try that hard to get Dean back and that made me even more suspicious. That's what you guys love to do is sacrifice yourselves for each other. so, here's the million dollar question, Where is he now?"

Castiel shook his head as soon as the words left Crowley's mouth. "I don't know."

Crowley chuckled. "Do you really think i'm stupid enough to believe that?" 

The knife in Crowley's hand came closer to Castiel and his heart started to speed up and he struggled against the restraints. He knew this was going to hurt worse then all the other ones. Was this pain worth saving Dean, even if he already was dead? Alway's. He would go through year's of this torture to save Dean because isn't that the point? To save the ones you love?

Castiel did not reply to Crowley and was rewarded with a stab in his hand. He screamed and tried to stay still for the sake of not making it worse.

"Now, Tell me again or else next time it'll go someplace where you'll have a a better chance of dying!" Crowley yelled, angry as ever at this point.

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" Castiel screamed. And he didn't. He ad left Dean when Crowley kidnapped him so he honestly had no clue where Dean was.

Crowley growled and stabbed another knife into Castiel's thigh, making him scream once more.

"Fine!!!" Crowley screamed, "Take him to Mr. Singers!!" he yelled at one of his guards who walked toward Castiel and touched him, causing Castiel to suddenly appear on Bobby's living room floor. Before Castiel could take in his surroundings he blacked out into a painless place.

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Bobby walked out of the kitchen, his shirt having a stain from the beans he just ate to see Castiel laying in a puddle of blood passed with two knifes in him.