An Angel's Sacrifice (Supernatural Origins AU)

Pain

            Mitch drug me into a room that had awful vibe to it. It had tons of torture equipment. It had a pool of water for creatures that can't be in water. There was wooden steaks, garlic and a sunroof that light up the room. It also had silver knives, wolf bane and much more. There was some blood still on the ground from some poor creature that was in here last. I gulp in fear.

       Mitch threw me into the pool of water. I let out audible sigh of relief. The demon blood washed away soon after I landed in it. I couldn't relish the relief for long though. Mitch left to go get some stuff. Mario walked in with a squirming Lucas in his arms. I tensed up at the sight. I watched Mario put Lucas in a chair gently. He strapped him onto it without much hassle. What he did next surprised me.

He went over to some cupboards label medical supplies. He got out gaze and a splint. He returned to Lucas,who was shaking with fear. He started wrapping his broken wing. I could see Lucas looked confused. I was confused too. Mario noticed my confusion.

"We're not monsters. I don't like to see creatures hurt. We just do what we have to. Mitch has a temper, so do I. Sometimes we go overboard, that's why we have medical supplies on hand. We mostly regret what we do after a few hours." Mario explained. He put the medical supplies away, then helped me out of the pool.

Mitch walked in at the same time. He was carrying a box filled with bottles of demon blood. I started shaking. He had bloodlust radiating off him. "Mario! Chain him up to the wall. Then leave. I need to have a private talk with him." He practically snarled.

Mario did what he was told without much hesitation. "Don't go overboard!" Mario called before he left. Mitch just snarled in response.

Once we were alone, he grabbed two knives and pulled my wings so they were spread out. Then he stabbed them so they were pinned to the wall. I cried out in pain. Lucas flinched at my cry.  He giggled, "Oh~ Don't cry yet," He turned around to the box and pulled out a bottle of demon blood and a knife. "We just getting started." He said darkly.

I hung limply, when Mitch finally finished. Blood slowly dripped from the many wounds that were inflicted on me. Lucas is passed out in the chair. Mitch gave him an shot that made him sleep. He got annoyed at how Lucas much yelled at him to stop hurting me. I was on the edge of passing out myself. I shivered as I thought to all the ways he put me in pain.

First, he dipped a knife into the demon blood to make it hurt ten times worse then it would normally would. I lost my voice after the second hour from how much I screamed. Lucas was crying in the chair unable to do anything but watch me in pain. Then, he dripped a whip in the demon blood and started whipping me. He took my shirt off first so I didn't have anything covering my upper body. Lucas started to struggling and screaming for him to stop.

I lifted my head up to the sunroof. The sun was a little lower then noon when Mitch started. Now it was midnight. The moonlight cased a eerie but beautiful glow across the room. I was memorizing at the beauty. I thought that I saw figures in the moonlight walking towards me. They came closer to me.

I felt myself walk to them. I met them haft way. I started to tear up. I hugged them. "Mom! Dad!" They hugged me.

"My little boy, how much you grown." My mother cooed.

"Son, you made us proud." My dad praised

"But now we have to leave. You need to wake up. Lucas needs you."

"But I want to stay with you. I need you." I cried. My parents hugged me one lasted time.

"Like Lucas needs you. One day you will be able to join us but today isn't that day." They started to fade into the moonlight. I gave a small sad smile before it turned all white.

I gasped in pain as I woke up. I was laying on a bed of straw in the same room. I had bandages all over my torso. I tried to get up but it hurt too much. I looked over to find Lucas. He wasn't in the chair anymore, but he was also on a bed of straw. I tried to wake Lucas up by calling to him. No sound came out of my mouth.

I heard footsteps approaching the room. I pretend to be asleep. I heard the door creak open and shut gently. The footsteps when the direction where Lucas was sleeping. I heard a small groan from Lucas. "Kid. Wake up." I froze at the voice.

"Uh...Mitch?" I heard a small yawn from Lucas. "Is it time to feed Brandon again?" I didn't heard a response but I did heard another pair of footsteps coming towards me. "When is he going to wake up? It's almost been a week." His voice held sadness and worry.

"I don't know...My anger blinded me at how much I was hurting him. This is all my fault." Guilt was heavy in his voice. I decided that I would wake up now.

I let out a groan. I could feel them stiffen. I slowly cracked my eyes open. They were standing above me. "Brandon!?" Lucas tackled me in a hug. I made a pain filled noise. "Sorry...Your wounds are still healing." I didn't want to look at Mitch but I forced myself too.

My heart filled with fear when I looked at him, but I remanded calm. He looked broken. His hair was a mess and had tear stains on him cheeks. He did something I wasn't expecting. He hugged me and cried. "I'm so sorry. I know you hate me and I don't blame you. But I'm just glad you're ok." I pat him on the back in a comforting manner. "Let's go tell the others you're ok. Bryan has been worried sick." I wheezed out a small laugh even if it hurt to laugh. He picked me up bridal style and left the room with Lucas following close behind.