Supernatural; Welcome To The Dark Side, Boys (private)

December:
I grinned hugely, chuckling under my breath. "No, but don't worry. I'll protect you, baby," I cooed, pecking a kiss to his cheek. I ruffled his hair and then dropped my arms from the two boys, taking another sip of my vodka. "And so will Cassie. And maybe, Samsquatch....though he may be compromised. Only time will tell," I noted solemnly. That reminded me...

I directed a dark glare at Sam and swaggered forward, sizing him up. I came to a stop and folded my arms, careful with my vodka which I refused to let go of. Sam looked down at me warily and I stared back up at him, one eyebrow quirked. After a long moment of uncomfortable silence, I unfolded my arms.

"You," I said, tapping him on the chest, "are very tall. But I," I said, poking myself in the chest, "am insane. And talented with a blade. And Russian. If she is harmed, she will probably break you in half. But me....I will castrate you. And ruin your life beyond your wildest dreams. Like...you will not be able to show you true face in public without some random woman coming up to you and kicking you in the balls. I have 1.4 million followers on my Tumblr. Do not underestimate me," I warned. Sam frowned and glanced from Dean to Cas to Shiloh then back to me.

"Seriously?" he asked. I grinned.

"Yes. I'm quite popular. I write-" I stopped short, my face freezing as I realized what I was about to say. Sabriel, Destiel, Johnlock, and Spirk fan fiction with the occasional Merthur. Nope. Not cool. Definitely not going to say that.

Laughing nervously, I shrugged and took another gulp vodka. I kissed Shiloh on the mouth as I passed her because it would make Sam jealous and freak Dean out and because Shiloh hated the taste of vodka. She wasn't as much of an alcohol person as the rest of us, kinda like Sambo. I cackled at her disgruntled bunny expression and sashayed past them.

"Time to face the music, boys and girl!" I called over my shoulder followed by another chug of vodka. "D*mn this is good stuff," I muttered under my breath as I kept walking.

Sam:
There was a weird, strangled, choking noise that I belatedly realized came from me as I watched December plant a huge kiss on Shiloh's lips. I felt my face heat up red and my eyes go wide, staring after her in utter confusion. On the one hand, I was confident in my relationship with Shiloh and in the fact that the bond between them was purely platonic, familial even. They'd given no signs of having even be sexually involved with each other before so I shouldn't worry about it. I mean, girls did this sort of thing, right?

On the other hand, December had just kissed my girlfriend right in front of me. That felt like cause to be pissed but she was a girl and I couldn't just hit her. Plus, Shiloh would probably get mad at me and I would regret it right after because aside from the kiss thing, I actually liked Dec. Not to mention Dean and Cas obviously liked her too, so they'd probably be mad if I hit her too. I couldn't shout at her either because it didn't feel like it was big enough of a deal.

It was all very conflicting.

I turned my strained expression on Shiloh, watching with vague amusement as her face twisted up in annoyance. I raised an eyebrow.

"Should I be worried?"

Castiel:

December:
"Guys!" I shouted, glancing over my shoulder at them. Sam was smacking Dean upside the head, scowling at him with a red face. I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh. "We have work to do! You can be pissed about my mad womanizing skills later! Lets go!" I took the last gulp of vodka and then kept walking to the Impala so I could have somewhere to stow my bottle. And also because it was time to talk to Alexander, the devil incarnate himself.

Honestly, he wasn't that bad. He just had problems with getting rejected, is all....I kept thinking that if I said that enough, I wouldn't feel so anxious about having coffee with him, Shiloh, the Winchesters, and Castiel. But deep down, I knew he was bound to say something incriminating that would set all four of them off. I was not too excited.

Once I arrived at the Impala, I stuffed the bottle one of my bags in the back and climbed into the back seat. I'd already driven the car twice now and I wasn't about to start pushing my luck. Plus, sitting in the passenger seat just made me intensely uncomfortable. That...it was just where Sam belonged. Or Dean if absolutely necessary.

Sam:
I smacked Dean on the back of the head. It was sort of a knee jerk reaction; Dean says something stupid and I hit him and give him my apparently signature b*tch face. I was seriously annoyed this time though. If he scared Shiloh off with talk of marriage I was going to kill him.

"Yeah, as soon as you get angel hitched with Cas," I retorted, smirking at him. I knew he would have no idea what I meant by "angel hitched" and would probably ask me incessantly until I told him or get flustered after he looked it up for himself. The point was, it would shut him up for now. And Cas was blushing now, all wide-eyed like a deer caught in the head lights. I shot him a smug look, praying in his direction.

Yeah, that's right. I've done all my research on angels, I know about angels bonding for life and their special rituals for getting married. Cas stared at me, blinking rapidly, but I turned and smiled more warmly at Shiloh.

"I've decided I'm not worried," I informed her, wrapping an arm around her waist as we began to follow after Dec who hadn't waited for us long.

Castiel:

December:
I clambered out of the car after Shiloh, worried she'd storm in there and kill him before I could do anything about it. She was glaring at the building as though it had killed her grandmother or something and I smiled at her, squeezing her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting move. I glanced back at the Impala to see the Winchester had stepped out and were staring at the building like they were worried it might hit their grandmothers. I sighed and gave them my warmest smile as well before straightening out and marching through the doors of the coffee shop.

Once inside, it was easy to find Alexander. He had a very distinct presence that drew the eye of everyone everywhere he went. It had made hunting with him a bit harder because it was difficult to remain inconspicuous when people were trailing him wherever he went. I found it was no different now, three years after we'd parted ways. My eyes went to him immediately and yup he was smiling at me like nothing had ever changed. Like we were still best friends and we were just meeting up after a solo hunt as we used to split up often to take care of multiple hunts. I glowered back and then was practically shoved to the side and then back.

"Castiel? Really?" I asked, scowling up at him. His head twitched slightly in my direction, but he didn't actually look at me.

"I don't like his thoughts. They're inappropriate."

"You can do that?! Since when can you read minds?" I demanded, glaring up at him for with holding information.

"I have always been able to do it, I don't do it often. I give people their privacy." I shook my head and sighed, stepping around Cas and heading towards Alex's table.

Sam:
Inappropriate thoughts? Now I was starting to gather why it was that Shiloh hated this guy so much and why he made Dec, of all people, nervous. I inched closer as we began to make our way towards the table that this Alexander character was sitting at. I slipped my hand into Shiloh's and squeezed it reassuringly, as she looked like she was about to set the whole building on fire just to kill him.

Dean and I knew a lot of hunters, but I'd never seen or heard of Alexander. He looked like the hunter type I'd seen though, although he reminded me of more of a Gordon than a Dean. I pulled out a chair for Shiloh across the table from Alexander - as far as we could get from him. I didn't want a scene, especially in front of civilians. I sank down in the chair next to her and watched her yank December into the chair next to her. Dean sat heavily down beside her, glowering in his very Dean Winchester way as he situated himself in the chair. Cas sat down next to him, glaring as well though in his much more graceful way.

Dec glared around at us, probably realizing she'd been effectively boxed in by the four of us. She folded her arms and turned her eyes on Alexander. He parted his, smirking at us.

"Hello, Angelfish," he purred and December flinched violently. "Thanks for helping me out, I really appreciate it. So-"

"No," she growled, leaning forward and glaring viciously. "There are rules here okay? Rules that you're gonna follow or hit the road. There is no calling me Angelfish. Ever again. On this hunt or any other that you may or may not con me into, though I would not risk it if I were you because Shi hates you. A lot. And she knows how to hide your body without anyone knowing or finding it. But that is not the point. The point is, no nicknames. None. And we already have a plan. So whatever you were thinking before, take it and shove it up your scrotum. We're doing this our way, not yours. Are we clear?"

Castiel:

December:
Alexander blinked at me in mild surprise, glancing around at the others who were surrounding me. I wasn't stupid. I knew what was happening. And while it was very endearing and made me feel a bit warm, it was also pissing me off. I was not a delicate flower who needed protecting. I could take care of myself....somewhat. Okay, maybe I needed to be boxed in. Not like I was going to admit that out loud though. Alex sighed and folded his arms, leaning back in his chair as he leaned back to study me. I raised both eyebrows at him, still glaring.

"All right, what's your big plan then?" he asked slowly.

Sam:
Dec leaned back in her chair, relaxing slightly as she launched into our game plan. Alex seemed unsurprised by her methods so I guess they'd either learned them together or one of them had taught the other the special tricks. I was surprised Dean and I had never heard of these methods. I wish we had though. Witches were always b*tch to kill.

Nevertheless, Dec's plan was sound and Alexander didn't seem to have in qualms with it. About half way through her spiel though, Alexander leaned forward with a counter option and Dec seemed to lean forward on instinct, arguing with him in defense against her original plan. They were arguing with each other, but it was more civil than any arguments than Dean or I had ever had. It was more like they were both listening to what the other person had to say and countering it without being completely dogmatic. They were willing to change their opinion if the other person made a good enough point. It was just....neither of them had yet.

"I'm telling you, December, there's gonna be so many holes in your perimeter that it almost won't be worth having one perimeter at all! You'll be exposed, like a nerve."

"Oh, don't quote the Hulk to me so that I'm more inclined to agree with you. Low blow, Alexander, low blow. Besides, that's not really a problem. Even if they slip through one of the gaps, I can still take care of it." Alexander nodded, as though acquiescing to her point. I shared a questioning glance with Dean, thoroughly weirded out.

"Well, what are you gonna be doing in the clearing?"

"What the f*ck does that have to do with anything?" she asked, looking unimpressed.

"Do you think a witch is gonna fall for it if you're standing in the middle of the clearing, fully armed, not doing a d*mned thing? No! That'll be completely obvious! They'll see it a mile away." Dec hesitated, nodding thoughtfully.

"Okay, good point. I could be setting up a trap."

"Why would you be alone, though?" Alexander challenged. Dec rolled her eyes.

"Okay, now you're just giving way too much credit to a bunch of witches."

Castiel:

December:
I giggled at Dean's suggestion and leaned into him, smirking and twining my arm through his. I didn't miss the way Alexander's eyes locked on our linked arms but I pretended to for his sake, sipping on my coffee before speaking.

"I took belly dancing lessons a few year back on a whim and you will not believe how much it helps with hula hooping. I could totally do it," I teased, grinning up at Dean. Alex cleared his throat.

"Whatever, maybe I am giving to much credit to the witches. I'm just saying maybe you should consider the fact that you're not giving them enough credit," he pointed out and I turned my eyes back to him, studying him for a moment. I shrugged.

"Fine, how about this? If my plan doesn't work out then we can do it your way. But for now, we're leading with the setup I had in place before you came barging back into my life unannounced."

Sam:
I wrapped my arms around Shi's waist and rested my chin on her shoulder, chuckling when she smacked Dean on the chest for his comment. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder and tightened my arm around her, lifting the other to take a drink of my coffee before settling it back around her just as tight. I smirked at December's comment, muffling my soft laugh in Shiloh's shoulder. Alexander's gaze kept flicking down to where Dec had linked her arm through Dean's like he couldn't help himself. I didn't even attempt to resist rolling my eyes at him. If he couldn't see the connection between Dean and Cas then he was probably the stupidest man I'd ever lain eyes on. Or blind. Though he certainly had his eyes full of December, which was making me uncomfortable.

"All right. Have it your way," he snapped, folding his arms and leaning back again. Shi hadn't gotten him a drink even though he'd asked for one, which I found amusing. "Just know I'm gonna rub it in your face when it backfires." Dec rolled her eyes as he spoke, taking another drink of her coffee and leaning her head against Dean's shoulders, watching him with a resigned expression.

"Hun, you won't be sticking around long enough to rub it in my face after this is over," she assured, lips quirking up into a smirk. Alexander's gaze darkened and Cas let out a rumbling growl in the back of his throat shifting forward slightly, gaze threatening.

Castiel:
Just wait until I find a way to get you alone, Alexander thought menacingly and I stiffened. I'm going to ruin you/. I leaned forward, growling and straining to keep my wings from snapping out protectively.

December:
"D*mn, I shoulda brought popcorn," I commented, grinning as I watched Shiloh drag Alexander out the door and over to the Impala. I smiled and waved at passersby who looked vaguely concerned. Some of them eyed me warily and hurried along, some slowed enough to wave back cautiously like they were afraid I'd attack them if they didn't acknowledge me, and others simply avoided eye contact and acted like nothing was happening. Sam chuckled behind me, arms folded and amused smile on his lips as he watched Shiloh with me.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" he mused, seeming to be talking mostly to himself. I smiled anyway and leaned against him slightly, nodding.

"H*ll yeah, she is."

"What angel is she talking about?" he asked absentmindedly.

"Just Leo. He's pretty tight. He'd probably help us out even if he didn't owe us. But he does owe us soo...," I shrugged and sipped my coffee.

Sam:

Castiel:
I wanted to assure both December and Shiloh that I would help them, no strings attached, because I simply didn't like this Alexander, but now didn't seem like the best time. Alexander shifted beneath Shiloh's grip, pressing closer to the Impala and scowling at her with less hatred than I would have expected. He seemed to be attempting to reign himself in.

"Yes, ma'am," he growled out, eyes narrowed. I cocked my head, squinting at him skeptically.

ooc: Wanna do a time skip??

ooc: Does the part where everyone is already where they should be for the hunt to start sound good? Like right before the witches show up??

December:
I stared down at Sage, hands clenched into fists and arms folded across my chest as I listened to music and ground my teeth together.

I was pissed and tired and irritated and scared and confused, but worst of all...I was embarrassed. Not only had I screwed the enemy but I'd was so surprised to see Sage on the battlefield that I'd frozen and Sage was able to use her witchy powers on me. I was basically out of commission for the rest of the battle and had to call on Leo to assist us in the battle. Leo was more Shiloh's pet than he was mine but he still listened to my prayers and came when I really needed him. Because not only had I screwed Sage and failed on that front, but it turned out Alexander was the enemy too. Which I totally should have called but had been too blind to see.

And now the Winchesters and Castiel had been captured. Shiloh and I didn't know why or where they'd gone or who had taken them because it was obvious the witches weren't the masterminds behind this plan. It had been about twelve hours since the battle and Leo had lingered to help with wounds and our captive. Shiloh was clearly distraught. The way she'd screamed Sam's name as he was being taken would haunt me for the rest of my life. But while she was angry and scared, she had assured me she didn't blame me. After all, she hadn't trusted Alexander but she'd never expected the betrayal and she claimed there was no way I could have known about her being a witch. But I could shake the feeling that I should have known. I couldn't shake the guilt and self-loathing hanging over me like a cloud.

We'd been torturing Sage for three hours and then take an hour long break off and on the entire night. I was exhausted, so the taunts and leers and teases Sage kept throwing at me were making me increasingly emotional. Shiloh had a focus to her that was unmatched in any person I'd seen before, which included herself. She was determined behind shadow of a doubt to bring Sam home, safely and in one piece. And that meant keeping it together. Shiloh had always been particularly good at keeping it together on the inside, even when her insides were falling apart at the seams. So, she'd assured me she could handle this and tried to persuade me out of the room. Of course, I refused and we'd argued and finally she'd agreed I could stay in the room but only if I put in headphones and turned the music up loud enough so that I couldn't hear what Sage was saying. If anything important was said, she'd relay it to me.

Shiloh did something that I can't even describe with out feeling a little nauseous but it got Sage talking and that was all that really mattered to me. Her expression was changed from the smug smirk and arrogant anger that it had been shifting between before. Now she was pained and wide eyed and desperate. She was rambling, only pausing when Shiloh snapped out a harsh statement, command, or question. Finally, when she was done, her expression shifted again and I could tell she was begging. Shiloh turned, picked up her bow and arrow, and shot Sage in the head. A trail of blood slid down her face as she slumped in the chair, eyes going wide and vacant as she stared off into nothingness. Shiloh turned to me this time with a sharp not to indicate that I could take the headphones out.

I paused the music and shoved my phone into my back pocket again, looping the headphones around my neck as I tugged them out and refolding my arms across my chest.

"Well?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. I was trying not to feel right now for fear of falling apart in a way that would keep us from getting the boys back. She sighed, picking up a clean towel to clean the sweat and flecks of from her face, eerily calm.

"She told me a demon by the name of Damon employed her to capture the Winchesters and their pet angels. She said she was creating an army with some type of drug, but she didn't really understand it. Sometimes he seemed to be working for himself and other times he seemed to be working for the government. Apparently, anybody who got in their way of the kidnapping of the Winchesters was supposed to be killed. She didn't know much else, but she did say she'd never felt a power so ancient and evil as Damon. Even when she'd felt the ripple in the atmosphere of Lucifer rising, she hadn't felt something so twisted as Damon. She didn't know what kind of demon he was, but he was not your average bear."

I sighed and scrubbed a hand tiredly over my eyes.

"Great. That's fantastic. Another bad guy," I grumbled, glowering at Sage's dead body. I bit my cheek to keep back the onslaught of tears and clenched my hands to fist so they were balled up against my rib cage right beneath my armpits. "I've never heard of a demon named Damon before. I'll go call Bobby and see what he knows. Maybe you could talk to Leo? See if he can dispose of the body too? I mean, honestly it's up to you. Whatever you wanna do is probably chill with me. I'm just gonna....call Bobby."

I sighed again and kissed her cheek before trudging slowly up the steps of the basement of the house we were squatting in. I trudged up the second set of stairs that lead to the second floor of the house, pushing open the door to the room I'd selected and kicking it closed behind me while simultaneously tugging my phone out, unlocking it, ripping my headphones out, chucking them onto the nightstand, opening the call app, and selecting Bobby's number. I pressed the phone to my ear and collapsed on my back on the bed, staring up the tears and blinking rapidly to force back the tears.

As soon as everything had happened, Shiloh and I had called Bobby to let him know what had happened. He'd cursed, called us all idjits including the boys, and he was worried and pissed but not pissed at us and willing to help in whatever way he could. He'd also ordered us to come straight to the bunker once we'd gotten what we could out of Sage. The phone rang solemnly - everything seemed solemn right now - and I waited patiently for an answer.

Sam:
I woke up disoriented. It was pitch black and I didn't know where I was or how much time had passed. I was only certain of a few things; I was in a chair, my hands were tied behind it, my legs were tied to the legs of the chair, the air around me was damp and cold, I was cold, I still had all my clothes on, and I was injured in multiple places but not fatally. Once that assessment was through with, I closed my eyes and focused on my different senses. I could smell sulfur and water and metal and blood and rotting flesh. And I could hear screaming....Castiel's screaming.

My eyes snapped open even though I still wouldn't be able to see anything and I began to strain feebly against my bonds.

"Cas!!!" I screamed, anger pouring through my system and adrenaline making my heart pound faster. "Cas!!!! Stop it, let him go!!! Stop!!!" I felt helpless and weak and useless, feelings I hated with a fiery passion. I wished I knew what was going on. The last thing I remembered was the fight with the witches in the clearing and then darkness stretched on after that until now. I knew Cas was here, but what about Dean? Shiloh? December? That Leo character who had come to help us out halfway through the fight?

Castiel:
"Good morning, Castiel," a strange voice purred from in front of me. I was still fighting my way to consciousness, so I was not entirely certain about where I was or what had happened or what was going on. Though even as I lifted my head and cracked my eyes open, my confusion did not abate. I frowned and gazed around me in uncertainty. I was tied to a chair, cuffed and still injured since I had not been able to heal myself in my unconscious state. Immediately, I healed myself so as to better focus on where I was and escape. The room was dimly lit by a pale, flickering light that swayed over head from where it dangled from the ceiling. The room was very small barely six feet in either direction and the walls were damp, like water was leaking from the ceiling, which meant the floor was slick and shiny as well.

There was silver cart on wheels next to the only exit which had no windows on it. The had three syringes laying a top it as well as three long, thin strips of what appeared to be rubber or latex and gauze pads with white medical tape. Next to the cart, on an office chair with wheels, sat a man cloaked in darkness. He had long, greasy black hair and pale skin which was washed out even paler by the light swaying above us. His eyes flashed black briefly as I met his gaze and then flickered back to the unnatural, glowing silver. He grinned at me, showing off pointed canines and a clearly unhinged glint to his eyes. He unfolded his legs - he was wearing a crisp, grey suit with a blood red tie - and leaned forward, propping his elbows up on his knees and holding his chin in his hands as he continued to grin at me. I eyed him warily, holding back a slew of questions and insults and threats.

"Did you have a nice sleep?"

"It would have been more pleasant under differentiating circumstances," I grumbled back. He chuckled. His voice was unnaturally high.

"Well, what a shame. I suspect you'll be more comfortable once we're through here and I'm certain I can trust you, though."

"Who are you and what do you want?" I demanded, unable to help myself any longer. His smile seemed to grow and darken.

"To answer you first question, my name is Damon. No I do not have a last name as my creator did not give me one. Do you know who my creator was, Castiel?"

"No," I answered honestly.

"Lucifer was. I am the first ever demon. Well...the prototype number one. Apparently, I wasn't good enough for Lucifer so he locked me up to kill at a later, more convenient date. Only....a petty human with the desire for power beat him to the punch. Or, he'd intended to kill me to gain my powers by I merely killed him and used his body as a host. This would be the body you're looking at now." I stared in horror, my heart beginning to pound madly in my chest. I could feel panic rising, shorting out all my higher functioning systems. I'd heard vague rumors about Damon but not much. Only that he seemed impossible to kill and always waiting...constantly waiting for the right time to strike. Every angel feared him, whether they admitted it or not....and if they had heard of him.

"Oh, don't look so frightened. I'm not here to hurt you! I'm here to enlighten you!" he assured, picking up one of the needles. It was filled with a black and silver liquid that glinted like metal as it sloshed around in the container. I eyed it, feeling my panic spike. "You see, this will take away that pesky little thing you call a conscience and clear up your vision. You'll be able to see the bigger picture more clearly! And once you've been trained and tested, once I trust you, you'll become a valuable member of my army! Its all very exciting!"

"Your army? Army for what?" I growled out as I struggled against my bonds, trying to appear less afraid than I was.

"Why, my army to take over the world, of course!" he said, laughing. I wasn't wearing my coat anymore, so all he had to do was unbutton my cuffs and roll the sleeves up to expose my arm. He tied off one of the latex strips on my upper arm and used his thumb, stroking across my veins until one became prominent. He smiled and let out a noise of triumph, jabbing the tip of the needle unceremoniously into the vein and injecting the venom.

At first, there was no initial reaction. Damon was able to wrap the roll of gauze around the entry hole which was leaking a mixture of blood and grace an equal amount three times and tape it down with the medical tape. He then patted my cheek and strolled to the door, propping it open and pushing out the cart in his chair. Just before he closed the door, my entire body lit on fire. I screamed and arched my back in the chair, trembling all over. I was in so much pain I could barely form a cognizant thought, could bare think anything through the agony coursing through my veins. I screamed so long and hard that my throat began to ache and I nearly tipped over the chair three times with my thrashing against the pain pumping through my blood stream and turning my veins black. There was a pressure behind my eyes that I thought was going to cause me to explode.

I was dying and I wouldn't even get to say goodbye. That was the last thought I had before everything went black.

December:
As soon as I heard the sound of Bobby's voice, something in my chest caved in on itself. My lower lip trembled even as I bit the inside of my cheek and swallowed around the lump in my throat to try and get rid of the burn of tears in my eyes. My hand shook where I held it up in front of me and I blinked rapidly.

"H-Hi, Bobby...," I squeaked out, my voice barely above a whisper. It was hard to speak around the lump in my throat. I was about to launch into the retelling of what we'd managed to get out of Sage when I heard Leo scream.

"Hold on a sec," I said, my voice much steadier now as I leaped off the bed and hurried towards where the sound was coming from. It was always easier for me to keep myself under control when I had something to focus on other than the thing that was making me want to find the drugs I had stashed in my duffel bag and take them to make this go away. I shook the thought off and shoved the door open to see Leo on the ground, clutching at his head with Shiloh in front of him, searching his face anxiously.

"Shi," he groaned, looking up at her as the blackness dissolved from his eyes. He sounded terrified which was something Leo never sounded like. It made my blood turn to ice. "Whoever this Damon is...he is doing something unspeakable to Castiel...."

I covered my mouth with my hand, the tears effectively spilling down my cheeks as I turned and fled back into the house. I just barely made it to the bathroom and to my knees in front of the toilet bowl when everything I'd eaten the day before made a second appearance. I heaved for gods knows how long, setting the phone on the counter so at least the disgusting noises would be muffled from Bobby. I wanted to work around this, to not blame myself for everything that was happening because I wasn't a Winchester and sometimes there were things that were just out of your control. But all of the evidence was stacking up against me. All the weaknesses I had succumbed to wouldn't let me forget them and so I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was happening to Cas and the boys was my fault.

To be honest, if I was so dead set on getting the boys back, I probably would have killed myself by now.

Moaning, I leaned back and flushed the toilet, wiping the side down and then standing to splash water on my face. I dried myself with the hand towel hanging from the wall and picked up the phone again, pressing it to my ear as I trudged back to my room.

"Sorry, Bobby...Our angel, Leo, said he could feel something horrible happening to Cas and we just spent twelve hours torturing a girl I slept with and I killed Alexander who was the guy that basically made me turn back to drugs and the boys are gone and in pain and I'm pretty certain it's my fault. Oh! And to top it all off, this freak demon named Damon is the mastermind behind all this. Apparently, he works for the government but only for his own gain and he's doing experiments which the boys will be apart of and I don't know what that means, but he's also probably the most evil thing we've ever faced and I don't even know where the f*ck to start," I said all of this in the span of two breaths, sitting down on the edge of the bed and clutching a pillow to my chest and watching as my tears splashed onto the fabric.

Sam:
For a moment, Cas and my screams were the only sounds I could hear. But then I heard Dean's shouts join the mix and I froze, my blood running cold. I cursed under my breath and sagged back into my chair. All of the fight had fled out of me for a brief moment as hopelessness threatened to crush my heart. Everything felt like it was going to cave in on me. If we were all in here, then there was little hope that we'd be getting out.

But wait....were we all here. I sat up straight again and strained my hearing. Dean and Cas' screaming had both stopped as well. I couldn't hear anything else. I cursed under my breath and took a deep breath to prepare myself.

"SHILOH?!? DECEMBER?!? LEO?!? ARE YOU HERE?! SHILOH!?!" I paused, listening intently and barely breathing. Nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief and slumped in my chair. Unless they were still knocked out, that meant there might be hope after all.

I knew God wasn't listening anymore, but I prayed I was right anyway.

Castiel:
***

Damon:
"Now, Dean," Damon said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. "All that screaming is going to hurt your throat. And then training will be oh so harder." Damon pushed the cart into the room and then the chair, closing the door behind him and locking it again. He slipped the key back into his pocket and grinned hugely at Dean as he sank down into the chair. He crossed his legs and laced his fingers together, propping them up on his knee.

"My name is Damon, by the way. I doubt you've heard of me. But, I am a demon," he said, smiling broadly and letting his eyes flash to the electric blue color that was completely unique to himself before they settled back into their burning golden color. "The first demon, in fact."