Why doesn't anyone love me?

The Meeting and Night Talkers

He took me to his meeting, he had a nice black suit on, and he told me to wear a dark blue suit with the accent of black.

It looked great on me though, it even had holes where my wings could fit through.

He lead me to a big room in his house, where he had the meetings. A lot of men and woman were sitting by a big rectangular table. Mr. Crowley was sitting at the end, he had a smirk on his face but once he saw me he put on a frown.

"Why in bloody hell did you bring a slave here?" Mr. Crowley asked with a scowl.

"First off, he won't be a slave soon. Second off, his name is Castiel and he will he helping me out through this," Dean said and smiled at me.

I looked at him confused but didn't say anything.

Mr. Crowley sighed and waved his hand.

"Winchester I have another meeting to go to, hurry up."

Dean nodded and he walked to the front where there was a huge white board. I followed him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for years we've been taking these poor innocent creatures, and making them do our bidding."

As Dean was talking there were pictures of angels being enslaved, cuffed to steel bars that were placed into Earth, and angels being tortured.

I looked away from the board.

"But I have one question for you, for all of you. Why?"

I looked at Dean with wide eyes. That's the same question I kept asking myself.

"Why did we do this? Why did we enslave these poor creatures? They fell and we didn't protect them, what if we fall? What if we fall to Hell? What if the demons enslave us? Then what will happen? Then what-"

"That's enough Winchester!"

Mr. Crowley was fuming, he stood up in his chair.

"You're spitting out nonsense. You spit out nonsense every single time you come here!"

"But it's true Fergus! What if that happens? Castiel, what is the last thing you remember before you fell and got enslaved?" Dean asked and looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"That thing does not deserve to speak!"

Dean glared at him.

"I-I remember falling with Rossana. She was my 'mother.' We fell and she helped me get rid of a bad man with a gun. I don't know what happened to her, but I got enslaved and my 'Leader' told me everything I know now," I said quietly.

"Well he didn't tell you one thing, to shut the fuck up!" Mr. Crowley yelled.

He stormed over to me and Dean and he grabbed the top of my wing forcefully. I whimpered and tried to pull away from his grip.

"One little snap and I could break you-"

"That's enough!" Dean yelled and took Mr. Crowley's hand off of my wing.

He stood in between me and Mr. Crowley. He looked like he was going to kill the terrible man.

I stared as a few of my feathers fell on the ground from Mr. Crowley's grip. I picked them up and placed them in my suit pocket, holding back tears.

"You won't touch him."

"And what if I do? You might think you're powerful Dean, but as long as I'm here the law will be the law."

Mr. Crowley grinned at me and I shivered from fear.

"Besides, you only keep him as a play pal don't you?"