Castiel groaned as one of Crowley's minions pulled his angel blade away from the angel's cheek, a slash ran from his ear to an inch away from the corner of his mouth. Cas was just happy he had the strength to send the message to Y/n before he lost too much blood.

His vessel was badly damaged.

Several cuts and gashes littered his chest and stomach from being slashed and stabbed. His trench coat and blazer had been removed, leaving him in a bloody button up and his pants. His wrists were raw from the cuffs that bound him to a metal beam attached to the ceiling of a ware house. The cuffs were engraved in angel proofing, so he couldn't just snap them in half and escape. 

Crowley walked up to Cas, blade in hand. "I'll ask you once more, Castiel. I'm done playing games. Where is she?" Cas growled back at the demon. "As a friend once said," he spit blood into Crowley's face, "screw you."

The black-clad demon took out a hanker chief and wiped the blood from his cheek, then he pulled his fist back and drilled it into Castiel's cheekbone. Cas groaned once more, and gritted his teeth. He wouldn't give up Y/n and the boys for anything, even if it meant he was going to get beaten for it. 

"Tell me, Cas." Crowley pressed further, trying to get the information. "Would you really get beaten over a stupid human girl?" The angel's head snapped up at the demon. "Don't you say anything bad about her." Anger was laced in his voice. "Y/n isn't stupid. She's beautiful, resilient, kind, respectful, smart. And... and she is stronger then any person I've ever met." 

He pulled forwards against his restraints, causing Crowley to take a step back. "Don't insult her. Don't soil her name with your words, she's too pure for that." The blue in Castiel's eyes was burning so bright, the celestial, angelic blue glowed as bright as the stars.

"Oh really?" Crowley sneered, walking up to Cas and pressed the tip of his blade against Castiel's chest. "I could end you. Right now. Right where you..." he chuckled, "hang." Cas growled at the demon before him. "Temper, temper." Crowley teased.

He wanted to rip him to pieces; feeding him to his own hell hounds sounded like a good plan. "Dean and Sam will keep Y/n safe. Even from the likes of you, you foul demon." Crowley started laughing, his Scottish accent was very prominent in his laughter. "You see," he pulled his phone out and showed it to Cas. There always a glowing red dot that was moving down a highway. "It won't be very hard finding her." Castiel's eyes widened, it was a tracking device. "When did you plant that on her?" The angel hissed, making Crowley laugh again. "During our little... 'bonding session' in Colorado." He smugly stated. This made Cas' blood boil. 

Where is the device? She would've found it when she showered. The celestial thought.

As if Crowley was reading his mind, he answered Cas' question. "Oh, she wouldn't have found it, even if she stripped naked. You see, I implanted it into her skull when she was unconscious." Crowley paused to breath, then continued. "I found that if you induce enough pain, it's very easy to make someone to... forget. Certain things just tend to... slip the mind." 

Castiel's head hung low, he couldn't stand the though of Y/n being hurt to the point she forgot things. How much pain did Y/n have to endure for her to forget about that? He couldn't take it. Cas tried lunging at Crowley, he felt his shoulders pop and crack in protest to his movements, but he didn't care. He wanted Crowley dead. Now. "Down boy." Crowley waved his hand, and his minion took a hammer to Cas' knee. A sickening crack was heard, and the angel screamed in terrorizing agony. His leg fell limp, so he once again hung by his raw wrists.

Castiel grimaced at the nagging sense that something was wrong with the boys and Y/n, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something was wrong.

"Demetrius," called Crowley to his minion, a tall, blonde haired demon in a grey tee shirt soaked in Cas' blood, who turned to him. "Yes, my Lord?" Demetrius yelled back after wiping blood from the tip of his nose. "Unchain him and bring him to the next room, have Leo help you. I believe we have a few guests arriving." Crowley smugly smiled, and used a rag to wipe the crimson liquid from his blade.

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The Impala rolled to a stop in front of an old, abandoned shack. The engine had malfunctioned, causing the boys and Y/n to be stranded on their way to the boys' childhood home. Dean cranked the key to turn over the engine, which sputtered, but didn't start.

"Damn it all!" Dean yelled slapped the steering wheel, causing the horn to emit a short honk and scaring Y/n from the back seat. "I thought you just worked on her this morning Dean?" Sam questioned his older brother, who in turn, faced Sam. "I did! She was running smoothly, I've got no idea what happened!" The boys opened their doors and headed to the engine, while Y/n also got out, but to survey their surroundings.

The shack was enormous. Big enough to fit a semi truck trailer... or two. Another building, much smaller than the main building, branched off the side of it. Y/n tucked a strand of h/c hair behind her ear before slowly approaching the building in front of her, stepping over broken glass bottles, mangled metal car parts, and beer cans. 

Sam saw Y/n walking to the building, and he wiped sweat off his forehead before calling to her. "Y/n! Don't go in there without us. It could be dangerous!" The petite girl whipped her head around and yelled back "But, I feel like Cas is there!" Dean's head appeared from under the hood of the car at the sound of the angel's name, he whacked his skull on the hood to the engine . He muttered a curse and rubbed his head, Y/n and Sam were stifling their laughter.

"You okay, Dean?" Y/n asked, still laughing, Dean turned to face her. 

"Fuck off Miley Cyrus." He spat.

"Eat me, Hasselhoff." She sneered back.

Her witty response caused Sam to burst into laughter again, and Dean turned red from embarrassment. He leaned back over the car and started working on it again, Sam turned to him. "Sorry Dean, that was just so funny." Sam was still chuckling.

While their attention wasn't on Y/n, she felt someone grab her by her waist, dragging her into the building. Y/n opened her mouth to scream, but the person holding her covered her mouth tightly with their hand. Woah, déjà vu. She thought as a small covered her face, the odorless liquid quickly invaded her senses.

This isn't chloroform... sevoflurane? Was the last thing she thought before falling limp in her captor's arms.

Sam had finally gotten Dean to laugh at Y/n's snarky come back, the moose chuckled at his short, hotheaded older brother and patted him on his back.  "That's the spirit Dean." The short Winchester tossed the wrench he was holding into his tool box. "I still can't figure out what's wrong with my Baby. The engine is fine, so's the oil, gas is obviously okay... what's wrong with you Baby?" He patted the side of the Impala's frame, and noticed a small, brown, fabric bag jammed in the side of the exterior panel. "What the hell..." he asked himself, pulling the small bag out and examining it. 

Looking closer, the bag had a star in a circle, with other various symbols painted in wax on the front of it. He looked at his brother, who furrowed his eyes at the bag, then Sam sighed. "Crowley." They said in unison.

Dean's eyes widened as he warned his brother. "Sam!" The gargantuan turned around only to be met with a tire iron connecting with his skull. Sam quickly fell unconscious and dropped to the ground, blood pulsing from his forehead. Dean charged the attacker, only to be hit from behind, the butt of a gun cracked him square in the base of his skull, the force of the impact caused a major nosebleed. But he didn't go unconscious until his attacker hit him with the gun a second time.