Hey everyone! So here is a new multi-chapter story for you with Cas whumpage (which I know you all love :P) So, this is set in Season 5 and I really didn't have an exact time for where this story is set during the season but that it's sometime after "Abandon All Hope"

I've also had several requests for a story about Cas interacting with children, so you all can consider this sort of a request fill :)

Sanctuary

A Supernatural Fanfic

Chapter One

Castiel came to sharply with a kick to his side. He swiftly surged onto his hands and knees, looking for the threat, searching for his weapon, but he was hauled roughly the rest of the way to his feet before he could truly get his mind back together from whatever had rendered him unconscious.

"Up you come, angel," one of his captors said with an excited glint in his eye as they flashed black.

With a jolt of recollection, Castiel remembered what had happened.

He'd been jumped by demons.

It had started out as just a typical hunt with Sam and Dean, looking into strange deaths in the area, and then after a couple days of finding nothing, they had decided to split up to cover more ground. Castiel had gone to inspect an abandoned factory just outside of town where witnesses had reported people coming and going when they had no right to be, and Sam and Dean had taken another rout of inquiry. It turned out that Castiel had been the lucky one to find the source of the issue.

He'd gotten to the warehouse but as soon as he had walked through the door, something had hit him hard and that was the last thing he remembered until now.

As he tried to shake the grogginess out of his head, he became aware that his grace, which was weak as it was anyway, was unreachable. Something, probably the blast that had knocked him unconscious, had completely locked it down. Even if he could still smite demons, he wouldn't have been able to now.

His shock at this discovery allowed the demons to finish dragging him into a side room where they threw him into a sigiled circle that had been painted on the floor. Castiel growled, and tried to lunge at them as they backed up, but he was unable to pass the confines of the circle. It must be some kind of Enochian angel trap.

Castiel suddenly felt sick to his stomach. No low-grade demon would have known how to make this trap, so they must have been taught by an angel. Which could only lead to the conclusion that these demons were working directly for Lucifer.

"Hey, it actually works," one of the demons smirked as he watched Castiel pace in frustration as he tried to find any weakness in the trap. "I guess I owe you ten bucks."

"What are you doing here?" Castiel demanded. "Why are you killing all those people?"

The first demon, possessing a large, dark haired man, shrugged. "We're just following orders, Castiel. Lucifer wants Sam Winchester and who is it that comes knocking whenever strange deaths happen? The Winchesters."

"Problem is," the other demon, blond and rail thin, but mean-looking, spoke up. "Sam and Dean have both guarded themselves against demons and angels alike. They're virtually undetectable. But you…" he drew Castiel's own angel blade out of the back of his belt, making Castiel seethe. "I bet you know exactly where they are, and how to get them to come here."

Castiel glared at them. "If you think for a minute that I'm just going to give the Winchesters up to you, you're wrong."

"Oh, of course not," the blond demon said, testing the angel blade with a fingertip. "We were actually kind of counting on you saying that—we're always up for a little…fun." His eyes flicked black again as both demons stepped into the circle.

Castiel dodged the first slash with the blade but the big dark-haired demon grabbed him from behind. He threw his head back, and stomped on the demon's foot, but his captor simply kicked the backs of his knees and sent him to the floor where the second demon applied chains and manacles that were bolted into the concrete, snapping them tight around his wrists. Castiel yanked on them, but they held, too short for him even to stand up. He wasn't much stronger than a human in his current state. He wondered if the blast that had locked down his grace would wear off eventually—hopefully sooner rather than later.

"Poor birdy, caught in a trap," the blond demon taunted, eyes flicking black. He pressed the tip of the blade under Castiel's chin, tipping his head up. "Tell me, what do I have to do to get you to sing Sam Winchester's location to me?"

Castiel glowered up at him. "Go screw yourself." He thought wryly that Dean would be proud of that one.

The demon smirked and sliced the blade down the side of Castiel's face. The angel grimaced at the sharp sting of pain, but held his tongue. Next, the demon pushed Castiel's collar aside and pressed the point of the blade just under his collarbone.

"Let me ask you again. Where is Sam Winchester?"

"It doesn't matter how many times you ask, I won't tell you," Castiel snarled. "So you want to torture me? Do it. It's not going to change anything."

The demons' shared a glance before the blond one smirked again with a shrug. "Well, I guess we can still have our fun. We can at least loosen him up a bit before Lucifer arrives."

Castiel's stomach plummeted. Lucifer was coming here? He had to get Sam and Dean out of there as quickly as possible. He was sure that if they didn't hear from him eventually, they would show up at the factory and then they would be walking right into a trap; just like he had.

He had to find a way to get out of the chains and the angel trap. He would not let Lucifer take Sam.

But he couldn't let the demons see how hopeless he was starting to feel either. He glared up at his tormentor. "Do your worst."

The demon cocked his head to one side. "No problem, sweetheart." He reached down to roughly loosen Castiel's tie and pull his shirt open before he traced the angel blade down his chest teasingly.

"Now, where should we start…?"

Dean huffed an irritated sigh as he and Sam exited the local morgue.

"Another dead end," he muttered. "And no, there was no pun intended."

"Well, we do know one thing, and that's that every one of these people were killed by demons," Sam offered. "The place reeked of sulfur."

"Yeah, but why?" Dean demanded as he stopped to pull his keys out of his pocket as they reached the Impala. "I mean, demons kill people all the time, sure, but not in concentrated amounts in one city. Not if they don't have some reason behind it." He pulled open the car door and slid behind the wheel as Sam got into the passenger seat. "And none of these people have a connection. None of them got some miraculous fortune ten years ago, or even more recently. They're grade school teachers, and accountants—people who should have nothing to do with the supernatural at all!" He loosened his Fed tie in frustration. It was their third day working on this case and even with this latest death, they had zero viable information.

"Maybe Cas found something from the warehouse lead," Sam offered.

"Yeah, maybe," Dean said doubtfully. "Speaking of, where is he? He's been gone for several hours and hasn't checked in. It shouldn't have taken him that long to check out one warehouse."

"Maybe he found another lead. I'll give him a call," Sam said and pulled out his phone, dialing Cas' number and putting the phone on speaker.

It rang and rang, making Dean more agitated before the voicemail picked up with: I—I don't understand. Why do you want me to say my name? and the sound of random buttons being pushed.

"Great," Dean grunted, slapping his hands on the steering wheel as he pulled out of the morgue parking lot. "Now Cas is AWOL. This day just gets better and better."

Castiel slumped forward, catching himself with his manacled hands as he panted through the agony ripping across his body. He had multiple deep cuts across his chest and stomach, some on his arms and face too, and he knew that the demons weren't even halfway done with him. Worse, he still hadn't figured out a way to get out of the chains and the angel trap.

"He's not gonna talk," the dark-haired demon growled.

"Oh, he will, trust me," the blond said, marching around behind Castiel before gripping a hand in his hair and yanking his head back. Castiel grunted a protest and found himself looking up at the demon. His tormentor took the blade, now covered in Castiel's blood, and began to trace it over his throat slowly, scraping over his adam's apple and rasping against the stubble on his chin.

"One last chance, halo, or I'm going to try something that will have you singing in a heartbeat."

Castiel glared defiantly. "No."

"Can't say I didn't warn you." He let go of Castiel and turned to the other demon with a nod. "Get the stuff ready for that spell."

The dark-haired demon grinned so maliciously that Castiel had a very bad feeling about what was coming next.

The other demon began to chant something and Castiel began to feel uncomfortable, like his skin was rebelling against him, almost electrically charged. It almost felt like when he was about to exit a vessel. Fear gripped him suddenly as he thought maybe they would send him back to Heaven where he would be at the mercy of Zachariah and all the angels who thought he deserved to be punished for his insurrection.

But he was soon to realize that wasn't what the demons had planned at all.

The blond demon moved away from him after a second, and Castiel was forced to hunch over as the discomfort, quickly turning to pain, culminated in his back. He was unable to stop a scream from escaping his throat as agony ripped across his shoulders as the demon finished the chant and threw a match into the bowl of ingredients. Castiel felt something rip deep inside of him as flames exploded from the bowl.

It was only after a few seconds that he realized what the spell had done, as he caught sight of large, black feathers in his peripheral vision, and terror overcame him.

They had manifested his wings.

The dark haired demon whistled low. "Well look at that, the little birdy has wings after all."

The blond demon smiled in pure glee as he slowly circled Castiel and traced the angel blade over one of his sleek wings. Castiel gasped involuntarily and jerked the appendage back away from the bite of the blade.

"Well, I gotta say they're not the prettiest things I've ever seen," his tormentor commented wryly looking pointedly at the singed edges of Castiel's feathers—injuries he had sustained from rescuing Dean from Hell. "Funny what hellfire does to angels. Gotta watch out for it."

He reached down to bury his fingers into the feathers and Castiel took the opportunity to slam his wing into the demon's face, causing him to fall back into the other demon.

"Don't touch them!" he snapped.

The dark-haired demon laughed as he stepped forward into the circle. "Aw, come now, little sparrow. Don't be such a prude. We promise to be gentle…or not."

He lunged and gripped Castiel's left wing and the angel fought, indignant anger rising in him as he was unable to get the upper hand with his hands chained so close to the floor and his less-than-angelic strength. He growled in frustration as the blond demon came back around to face him, pressing the bloodied angel blade against his throat again.

"So, I think you can see where this is going, Castiel," he said. "Tell me where Sam Winchester is or…" He moved the blade to trace over Castiel's slightly tattered primary feathers. "I clip your pretty wings." Castiel flinched as he sliced to the side with the sharp blade, the ends of several feathers fluttering to the floor. Castiel bit his lip. Too many more and he wouldn't be able to fly.

"So, what's it gonna be?" the demon leaned toward his face.

Castiel met his eyes defiantly. "My answer still stands," he bit out.

The blond demon shrugged. "Okay then. Don't say I didn't warn you." He nodded to his companion and the dark-haired demon suddenly grabbed three of Castiel's primaries and yanked them out with one tough jerk.

Castiel was unable to help crying out. It was possibly even worse than all the torments that had come before.

"Still a no?" the blond demon asked.

"No," Castiel said firmly through gritted teeth and the blond demon snagged his right wing this time, crudely hacking the feathers at the tip of his wing half-off. Castiel swallowed hard. That would definitely make sustained flight difficult.

"You know the drill. Still determined to wait until you're plucked like a Thanksgiving turkey?"

Castiel clenched his jaw, didn't say anything.

The blond demon pretended exasperation. "You angels; always too stubborn for your own good." He traced the blade down the arm of Castiel's wing now, and Castiel tensed as he felt his own weapon turned against him, scraping through his feathers and cutting some that stuck up. As the demon got to a place halfway between the joint and his back, he simply drove the angel blade into the meat of Castiel's wing.

Castiel screamed, his true voice coming out and causing the demons to step back, covering their ears. Castiel slumped forward, agony tearing through him.

"Sam Winchester, Castiel!" the blond demon snapped. "Tell me where he is!"

Castiel shook his head, still unable to form words, and the demon pressed the blade to his wing again in a different spot. Castiel bit back a whimper as he felt it pierce his flesh.

"Tell me!"

Just then, a phone rang and the dark-haired demon pulled a cell from his jacket pocket, looking at the caller ID before turning to the other demon with an odd expression on his face.

"It's the boss."

The blond demon glanced at Castiel before he stepped back and nodded off to one side of the warehouse. "Fine, we'll give him a chance to rethink his answer."

Castiel watched as they walked away, the dark-haired demon answering the phone. He could still hear their murmuring voices from the other side of the room, but couldn't make out any distinctive words. Still, this was likely the only chance he was going to get to even think of escape. He had a feeling the caller was Lucifer or at least someone closely connected with him, and if that was the case, then he had to get out of there and get the Winchesters out of town as soon as possible.

He looked around, yanking on the chains that bound his hands, wondering what he could possibly do to escape. Then he saw one of his own feathers that had been pulled out within the confines of the circle. He reached for it, straining against the chains, but finally snagged it after some effort. He glanced toward the demons again, and inverted the feather so that the quill was pointing toward the lock on the manacles. He bit his lip in concentration as he began to work the quill into the lock. It was a little big, and he eventually pulled it out, hurriedly grinding it against the sharp bracket that held the chain to the floor. Once it had gotten sharper, he tried again and finally heard the satisfying click as the manacle came undone.

He slipped his hand out and was able to release his second hand more easily. A good thing too because the call had ended and the demons were coming back. He crouched, trying to make it look like he was in the same position as before. Now he just needed to get out of this circle.

"Thought anymore about your answer, Castiel?" the blond demon asked as he stepped back into the circle.

"Yes," Castiel said, eyeing the blade as it dangled right in front of his face. Before the demon could move toward him again, Castiel lunged upright, and snagged the demon's wrist, wrenching it around to plunge the blade into his chest. The demon gasped in shock and sparked out, collapsing on the ground. Castiel spun just as the other demon lunged toward him, and slammed him across the face with the butt of his blade. As the demon stumbled backwards, Castiel bent and slashed the blade across the outside circle of the angel trap. He felt something pop and surged past the broken warding.

The demon snarled, surging upright and coming at him again. Castiel was ready for him though and swiftly sidestepped, slamming the blade into the demon's throat.

The second demon fell too, and Castiel stood panting, with his bloody angel blade in his hand. He just barely remembered that he still had his wings out. He tried to put them back onto the ethereal plane, but nothing happened. It seemed that whatever had initially locked his grace down was keeping his wings corporeal as well now that they had been manifested, although that could have just been a result of the second spell.

His wounds hurt, especially the stab wound in his wing, but there was no time to worry about himself right now. Lucifer might be on his way to town this very moment, and he couldn't afford to waste another minute.

He felt in his pockets for his cellphone, but it wasn't anywhere on his person. Perhaps the demons had taken it when they had captured him.

He then turned to the dark-haired demon and reached into his coat, pulling out the cell phone he had answered just a few minutes ago.

Castiel quickly dialed Dean's number and waited for it to ring only a couple times before the elder Winchester picked up. "Yeah?"

"Dean."

"Cas? Where the hell have you been? We were about ready to come there and see if something had happened to you."

"Don't go anywhere near the factory," Castiel said firmly, looking around as he limped outside of it himself, making sure there were no humans around. He wasn't sure how he would be able to explain his giant incorporeal wings. He started to button his shirt up clumsily, attempting to at least hide the blood, though it wasn't doing much and his wings had torn their way right through his shirt and coat.

"What do you mean? Cas, is something wrong?"

"Dean, I don't have time to explain, you just need to get Sam out of this town now," he forced all the urgency he could into his voice, praying that the stubborn hunter would just listen for once.

"Cas, where are you, are you alright?"

"There were some demons, I escaped," he said shortly. "But Dean, Lucifer is scheduled to show up, you take Sam and run!"

"What?" Dean shouted. "What the hell is going on?"

"Dean, just get to Bobby's and stay low for a while. I'll—I'll follow as soon as I can." He looked around again, wincing as he tried to test his wings. He may be able to fly if he was lucky, but he needed to get out of there now, maybe lead whatever demons where left in town away from the Winchesters so they could escape. He could feel their presence close by, though exactly how close he wasn't certain of. "I have to go, Dean. Be careful."

"Cas—"

Castiel ended the call and then looked at the phone. He didn't think demons would be able to track it, but then, you never knew when it came to demons. He swiftly threw it to the ground and stomped on it with a foot, smashing the phone to pieces. Sam and Dean wouldn't be able to reach him now, but perhaps that was better. He just hoped they would take his advice and get to Bobby's.

He really hoped that they wouldn't be stupid enough to try and find him.

Knowing he too was running out of time before backup showed up, he gingerly spread his wings, flapping a few times and cringing at the pain that shot through his injured wing though his back—not to mention his other injuries that didn't seem to be healing at all, thanks to his locked grace. He would have to make it though, he didn't have any other choice of transportation since he hadn't really learned how to drive a car—not that he could even fit into one with his wings like this.

He took a deep breath and leapt into the ether.

He didn't get far.

He was completely disoriented as to where he was when his wing gave out, collapsing against the pockets of air that usually pulled him along faster. He plunged out of the ether, plummeting faster than he had ever thought possible. First he saw the blue of sky, then he turned slowly, and saw fast approaching trees. He only had time to brace for impact, folding his wings tightly against his body and covering his head with his arms before he crashed into the forest.

Branches cracked and tore at him, slowing his fall gradually, as he fell through them before he came to a sudden halt on firm ground.

That was when he lost consciousness for the second time that day.

I feel like I've written a ton of wing fics lately, but that's just what happened LOL and it seems like you guys have enjoyed them all so far, so I hope you like this one too :P