50% of Heaven, 50% of Hell

Chapter Nine: Bound Wings Broken

"Sam, I'm in trouble." I sob into the phone. I can't move anything, my arms, my legs, anything. I'm bound to a chair and a phone is being held up to my ear by a demon, a man.

When I appeared at the house, I ran straight across the field to it. But when I knocked on the door, someone appeared behind me and stabbed something into my back. Now, everything is numb. The man takes the phone from my ear and starts speaking into it.

"Allo, boys." He says in a Scottish accent.

"Crowley, I swear to god, if you touch a hair on her head-" Sam starts to say, but he get cut off.

"To late, sorry moose but she's going to be more than hurt." Crowley chuckles. "I know Castiel is there, everyone know the emotion attachment he has to the girl. So Cas, I guess I'm getting my revenge for when you screwed me over with the purgatory deal." Crowley digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small, intricate dagger, with an odd design carved in the blade.

He traces it up my arm before slicing into the top of my hand, and this I can feel. I whimper, and I guess the boys can hear over the phone. There was also a weird, white noise sound and where Crowley cut me shone bright. But the light faded and blood started to trickle out.

"Damn it Crowley, stop! What do you want?" Dean yells through the phone, and Crowley's face turns serious.

"I want the spear of destiny, Dean. I want your head on a stick, I want the prophet, I want a new tailor. But people don't usually get what they want." Crowley hangs up the phone and sets it down on the table.

"Now, where were we." he asks, grinning before slicing into me once more with the blade.

Sam's POV:

"Damn it Dean, you just had to mess with her, didn't you!?" I yell, furious. I know this isn't Dean's fault but I need to blame someone. Nevaeh is out there begin tortured by Crowley because we are incapable of taking care of a 23 year old girl.

I know people die around us all the time, but I thought she at least had a chance. And because I thought she had a chance I let myself get attached to her. God, that makes her sounds like a dog. I finally felt like I had a little sibling, a little sister. Yea, I've only known her for two months, but I still feel he need to protect her. I just wish Dean had the same incentive.

"I didn't mean to make her disappear, you dumbass. it was an accident. Cas, you said you knew where she was."

"Northern Russia, on an old property. I am going to leave now to get her."

"Cas, wait!" I yell, and he looks at me expectantly. "Just wait ten seconds. You're going to need backup, this is Crowley. He's bound to have a trick up his sleeve. Just let us grab our crap and then you can take us with you."Cas sighs, but he doesn't blip out so Dean and I quickly collect everything we think we're going to need.

Dean grabs a mason jar out of the cabinet. "What's that?"

"It's the last one of the demon bombs Kevin made, before..." he trails off, looking away.

"You mean before I killed him?"

"Sammy, it's not your fault, it's mine. I tricked you into letting Gadreel possess you and-"

"Lets just go." I stalk back to the living room where Cas is waiting. I still blame myself for everything that happened while Gadreel was possessing me. I should have gone with Death and that would have been the end of it.

Cas touches Dean and my forehead and I close my eyes. I feel a rushing sensation, like a strong blast of wind, and the ground beneath my feet disappears for a split second. But the ground returns and instead of wooden floor beneath my boots it was uneven dirt. I open my eyes and find myself in a dark clearing completely fenced in by a low stone wall.