Wings Of Onyx (castiel x reader)

Archangels?

You took a second to come to your senses and realised you were now inside a fancy hotel room. A single yankee candle was lit on a small coffee table in front of a small couch. You were still processing what had happened when you realised his arm was still around you. You immediately pushed yourself free and gaped at him. All he did was grin. It was starting to creep you out, honestly.

"What's wrong sweetcakes? You look like you saw a ghost!" You took a moment to collect yourself before speaking.

"What is it this time? Dont tell me. You're... some sort of demon? A low-ranking angel that likes to mess with people?" The world of celestials was still relatively new to you. Hell, Castiel was the only angel you knew closely at this point.

The vessel tilted his head upward and the light fixture illuminated his eyes, which reminded you of how sunlight looks when it shines through amber. He looked amused.
"Try Gabriel," he said. He rolled his shoulders back and the light flickered, revealing a shadow behind him that resembled 6 wings, feathers unfurling to an incredible wing span. You instinctively stepped back.

"Like, the archangel?" At this he only grinned wider. You exhaled through your nose and smiled at him nervously, scanning for an exit. There was one to the left of you, a few feet away. In a split moment you were booking it to the door. You ripped it open and it slammed shut with your hand still attached to the knob. Maybe the Winchesters had dealt with this guy before, but you certainly didn't and knew nothing of what he was capable of. You started to shake and he only laughed more.

"Listen sweetcakes, I'm not going to hurt you. Honestly I just wanted to piss off the Winchesters and that lap dog you all call an angel. They've been getting on my nerves for the past 10 years and I figured another practical joke was well overdue."

"Wait. So you just took me because you-" you trailed off, then started up again. "ANOTHER? YOU'VE MESSED WITH THEM BEFORE?"

"Now you're getting it (y/n)! Some hunters really are smarter than they look." You glared at that and turned away, proceeding to rattle the doorknob as if there was even a chance you'd get through. He laughed at this and approached you calmly, pulled your arms away from the door gently but firmly while you struggled in his grasp.

"You're not getting out of here. Just give up." He then picked you up and tossed you into the couch. Restraints appeared over your wrists and you instinctively tugged at them to no avail. "Now," he started, stepping right up to the couch that held you captive, "you're gonna wait here like a good little hunter until those boys learn their lesson about mucking things up." At this point he had bent over and had his hands placed on the couch on either side of your legs. He was inches away from rubbing noses with you.

"Got that, (y/l/n)?"

You only stared back sharply and tugged harder at the cuffs.

He then pulled out and unwrapped a dum dum from his pocket and stuck it in his mouth with a smirk. He winked, and with that he had vanished.

***
It must have been at least 4 hours.
You gritted your teeth. There had to be some way out of here. Of course you had thought to use one of your bobby pins hours ago- these handcuffs, however, had no keyhole. You groaned in frustration, looking all around you and making a mental list of everything close to you for any clue at all of what to do. And then, all of a sudden, there it was. A single yankee candle on the coffee table in front of you. An absolutely horrible idea popped in your head.

You dug your heels in the floor and pulled your feet back to slip out of your sneakers, followed by your socks. You stretched out your legs to the table and gripped, as best you could, the glass containing the candle. You carefully pulled your legs inward so the glass was now on the couch, still lit, and edged it into your hand. There already had been a decent amount of wax pooled inside. You sucked in sharply and poured it onto your wrist. This was going to hurt like heeEEE---- FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. OW OW OW OW OW OW-

Without waiting another second for fear of the wax cooling, you started to tug at the cuff and miraculously, your left hand slipped free. You refused to take even a moment to recover from your scorched wrist and picked up the candle again with a shaking hand, waiting for the wax to pool up again.

You waited and waited until you had about the same amount as before and went hog-wild. You hissed as the hot wax now kissed your skin on your right wrist and you squeezed yourself free of the second forsaken restraint. Wrists now red and patched with bits of cooled wax, you slipped your shoes and socks back on and charged for the door. You tried to open it to no avail so you headed straight for the window.

You were only two stories up it would seem.  You would just have to make quick work of the sheets on the bed- maybe tie them to the radiator. You worked quickly and silently, clumps of wax still clinging to your wrists as you did so. You finished in under 10 minutes and tossed the end of your makeshift rope that wasnt already tied up out of the now open window. Just as you were climbing over, you heard a fluttering of wings.

Shit.

Now in bullet time, you scaled the cloth like you were on a rock wall and dropped the rest of the way when you reached the end of it. You landed on the balls of your feet and scrambled out of the way quickly, running down whatever street you were on and into the nearest alley. You stopped, hands on your knees, to catch your breath. You panted, skin peeling from your wrists and most of your energy depleted. You had to get out of this town. You didnt know how soon he would find you and-

"I'll admit, that was a good try. You sure your little celestial lover boy can handle you? Because I'll gladly fill in for him." You could hear the smirk in his voice. You didn't bother turning around to look at him. No, what you did instead was you booked it down the alleyway and rapidly climbed the fence at the end.

You had reached the top and were about to swing your legs over when you felt your foot being tugged. You kicked and kicked but in the end it didnt matter. He yanked so hard that you fell and landed on your back, knocking the wind out of you. You stared straight into the sky trying to catch your breath and you saw him approaching and looming over you in your peripheral vision. He crouched down then, holding his hands to your shoulders to keep you from wriggling free once you recovered.

"God damn it."