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Dear Mr SandmanCastiel is surrounded by the flames and the ice of Hell. He is alone. His brothers have all fallen along the way. Before him is a little demon, its eyes not yet completely black. When he looks into them, he can see a small stripe of green still remaining.
"This is not where you belong." the angel explained, "You are free to leave this place."
"No." the little demon argued, "I am damned. I have sinned and here I have been made whole."
"That is not true. You are the only one who can save the world. Let me save you."
The little demon reached out, grabbing the soldier by the throat. The blackness in its eyes stretched and the green was hidden from view. Castiel reached out, scraping his nails along the skin of the demon's arms, trying to pull away. But, this was Hell and demons rule there. That was the only reason that they had been able to kill the other members of Castiel's platoon.
Cold chains were wrapped around the angel's wrists and ankles, strapping him spread eagle to the bloodstai
Love and RocketsSam leaned back against the picnic table, looking up at the stars. Cas was sitting beside him, unmoving. He was hardly even breathing. Sam wondered what the stars looked like to the angel, they existed in Heaven, no doubt, but here, out far enough out of the city so that the lights weren't obliterating them, they were gorgeous.
Dean had left them there a half hour ago, driving to pick up some illegal fireworks somewhere or other. Neither one of the Winchester's had bothered telling Cas this, he wouldn't understand the point and probably have issues with the whole illegal part.
There was a sound like a gunshot and suddenly Sam was on the ground. He couldn't think for a second, too shocked by Cas pushing him to the cement, putting as much of his body on top of Sam's back as he could, covering him from whatever that sound was. They both looked around and, after a moment, Sam began to laugh.
"Stay down." Cas growled in his ear, "You're laughing isn't helping."
There were too more gunshots
Bridge Over Troubled Water part 3"What happened to him?" Dean asked, falling to Castiel's side.
"Zachariah." was all The Trickster, Gabriel, replied.
Dean reached down, almost wanted to touch his friend. He didn't though, he didn't know the extent of the damage and he didn't want to hurt Cas any further.
"What's it with you guys and deals, anyway? I thought that was a demon thing."
"Normally. But I need something and you need something. Why not trade for it?"
"What are you offering?"
Gabriel looked down at his broken and bleeding brother and the smile was gone from his face. Instead, he looked pained, as if the shape of Cas hurt him as well.
"This damage you are seeing, it's only aesthetic. The torture actually went much deeper. I cannot save him. If I use any of my grace to heal him, Zachy boy's men will find us. I can show you his real form though, you can see and help fix him up."
Sam returned from the bathroom, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked ragged, uneasy, and why shouldn't he be? This was
Bridge Over Troubled Water part 2Everyone needs something constant in their life, something to keep them grounded. For me, it's my baby. She's always been there for me, even before she was mine. When Sammy ran away for two weeks, I would escape the hard glares from Dad with her. When Sammy got so smacked up on blood that he couldn't think straight, she was there for me. When Dad died and I couldn't stand myself, she let me beat her and still remained for me. She is constant and she is home. She is mine and I am hers.
But she's not comforting me now. I am sitting on her hood, her heat coming through my jeans, she's trying to comfort me and I love her for it, but it doesn't work. I've had five beers and a third of a bottle of whiskey by now, yet I'm needy for more when I see Sammy walk towards me with a six pack in hand.
"Hey." Sammy says as he hands me the liquid bliss and climbs onto my baby. His shoes are filthy. Good. I can wash her later, and wax her. Maybe it will take my mind off of that idiot.
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