"Horses eating people? That's a joke, right?" Dean laughs, looking over at his little brother scrolling through official looking reports on his laptop.

"That's what the witnesses say. A dark grey or black horse with sharp teeth," Sam replies and meets his brother's gaze.

"Awesome," Dean pouts. He throws his feet up on the table and pushes his chair back so it balances on two legs, and takes a sip from the bottle in his hand. "Find anything?" He looks over at Bobby, who's bent over a huge old looking book about mythical creatures.

Bobby looks up from under his cap. "It'd go faster if you picked up a book for once, you idjit!"

"It's Nightmares." Castiel appears beside Dean and looks questiongly down at him when the man crashes to the floor spilling his beer in the process.

Sam burst out in laughter at the sight of his brother falling backwards onto the floor, and Bobby couldn't help letting out a chuckle himself.

"Damnit Cas! Quit doing that!" Dean yells and shoots his hand up, demanding the angel to help him.

"My apologies, Dean," Castiel grips Dean's hand an drags him to his feet. "But this is of import."

"Nightmares? You mean those horse like creatures who makes people have nightmares?" Sam asks, focusing on the job again, pulling a hand up to comb it through his hair.

"Don't tell me you know all about that too," Dean mocks with his usual you're-such-a-nerd face, before looking down on the wet stain on his T-shirt. A sigh slips through his lips before he twists the shirt off over his head, turns and walks into one of the bedrooms to fetch a clean one from his duffle.

"Contrary to your popular belief, nightmares feed off of a person's bad dreams, and leaves it with nicer ones or no dreams at all. They are very gentle creatures. Much like unicorns. Although they may look like scary things," Castiel lectures with his normal serious look.

"Gentle, my ass. When was it ever gentle to eat humans?" Dean spits in return as he walks back into the kitchen, putting on the new T-shirt he'd picked out of his duffle. The angel looks at him with a mix of irritation and anger shining from his eyes. A mere look from the angel shuts Dean up in an instant. Sam sees this, and struggles to suppress a laugh.

"Wait, unicorns exist?" Sam suddenly asks, looking amazed and hopeful.

"Yes. They are extremely rare, and the shyest creatures of them all. If one kills a unicorn, one will be severely punished," Castiel answers, and a faint smile hunts his face, before going straight again. "The Nightmares are being controlled by something. They never act like this of their own free will. As I said, they're gentle creatures. In return there are very few things that can hurt, or kill them. In fact my sword, the colt and that knife of yours might be the only things that can. I must ask you not to kill them though. We need to find the ones responsible for taking control of them. They are as innocent as the humans being possessed by demons," he finishes, looking Dean intensely in the eyes, as if he was especially talking to him. Dean looked back slightly irritated at that.

"How do you suggest we keep them away from us if they get too close, without killing them then?" Sam puts in.

"Iron stakes do not do them any harm, but it isn't really comfortable being hit by them, so they tend to back off a bit." Castiel replies.

"So you're gonna help us, right?" Dean states.

"Of course I will," Castiel says, very matter-of-factly, "why wouldn't I?"

~oOo~

An hour or so later, they're all packed up and ready to leave for the town. It's about half an hour a drive from the cabin they're staying in. Dean sighs when he opens the backdoors to Bobby's van and tosses his duffle inside. He misses the Impala. She's currently out of action and sits under a blanket at Bobby's.

Bobby gets in the driver's seat, Sam in the passengers seat and Dean and Cas jump into the back. They drive in silence through the ever darkening night.

Bobby parks the van outside a park. In the center of the park, there's a big round space covered in concrete. The concrete center is surrounded by beautiful green trees, and a big space of green grass. Yellow tape is stretched out around the circle, marking it a crimescene.

"This is where the last attack took place." Sam says as they get out of the car. They each grab an iron stake, and looks in the direction of the concrete circle.

Castiel picks up a small bottle from his pocket and shows it to the others. "This bottle is filled with a substance that reeks of nightmares. It's very effective as bait against these creatures."

"How do you even bottle up a nightmare?" Dean looks dumbfounded at Castiel, and puts up a hand when the angel opens his mouth to explain. "Don't. let's just get this over with."

They walk into the concrete circle, looking around to make sure no one else is around. They then line up in to a circle, back to back, while Castiel pops the cap off the bottle and pours the liquid on the ground in front of him.

As if they've blown a whistle, the nightmares appear out of nowhere. There are five of them, all the size of regular trotter horses, but quite a lot thinner. Their skin has a waxy, reddish grey color and their veins and tendons bulge out from under their skin. Their manes and tails are black and messy, their huge eyes a dark shade of red and their white sharp teeth shine in the moonlight.

One of them seems to be bolder than the rest and gets closer. Unfortunately, Dean is the unlucky one who is closest to that particular nightmare. Castiel, on the other hand, has two Nightmares right in front of him.

The Nightmares start closing in on them. Sam, Cas and Bobby jump at them and starts hitting with the iron stakes. They just have to keep them off long enough for Castiel to find the connection to the one controlling them. How much time that would take, they didn't know.

Dean, being worried about his brother as always, takes his eyes off of the Nightmare in front of him to look over at Sam for merely half a second, which was a huge mistake. When his eyes focus on the nightmare again, it rears and one of its hoofs shoot into his chest. He can hear the cracking of his ribs as he doubles over, unable to breathe or make any sounds. The nightmare seems to be proud of its work for a second, before it lifts it's foot again and slams it into Dean's scalp. He passes out immediately and lays defenceless on the ground in front of the nightmare.

The others, having their hands full with their own nightmares, didn't hear a single thing. Sam hits the Nightmare real hard and takes a fast look at his brother to ensure he's ok. He panics when he sees Dean on the ground with the nightmare open mouthed over him. "DEAN!"

The terror in Sam's voice draws Castiel's attention. He is by Dean's side in an instant, thrusting his angel sword into the chest of the nightmare. It makes a choking noise and goes up in black flames. The other Nightmares freeze, their eyes now glowing with red, as anger thickens the air.

Bobby and Sam back away from them, closer to Dean and Castiel. The angel bends down, folding his arms under Dean's arms and over his chest and lifting him up, handing him over to Sam. "I'll keep them busy while you get the hell out of here. I'll meet you back in the cabin," he orders, putting two fingers on Sam's and Dean's forehead and sending them into the back of the van. "You drive them fast back to the cabin!" he said to Bobby as he sends him into the driver's seat of the van. Bobby, knowing how dangerous this situation suddenly has become, speeds off as fast has the van can go.

~oOo~

Castiel ignores the tiring feeling creeping into him after healing Dean and then sending the three of them into the van. It has sucked out much of his powers, but he cannot afford to give in to the exhaustion. Deciding he has no other choice than to start killing more of the nightmares, he turns around to see there are several more of them now.

"This isn't going as well as I'd hoped..." He mumbles to himself, gripping his blade tight and rushing into them, slicing and thrusting his way through. He kills quite a few of them.

As he thrusts about him, he receives quite some of hits himself. Hooves hits him in his chest, his feet, his arms, teeth rip at him from all around. Soon, his blade gets knocked out of his hand and pierces into the concrete beneath him. He's forced to the ground. Castiel knows he won't be able to get the sword back, but he still reaches for it. As his fingers barley touch it, he whispers a few words in Enochian. Markings shining light blue surrounds the blade and fades. He does his best to get up, but it's hopeless. The nightmares are all around him, digging their teeth into his flesh whenever they get the chance.

Suddenly they stop and Cas can hear a woman talking. At first, he can't hear her properly, but soon he realizes with horror that she's talking in an ancient tongue. "This is bad..." he murmurs and slowly fades into darkness.

~oOo~

Bobby pulls up in front of the cabin and runs around back to help Sam lift his brother out of the van and into one of the bedrooms. While Sam puts Dean on the bed, Bobby searches for his medical kit and with trained fingers, he cleans the wound in Dean's head and starts stitching it.

After finishing up the stitches, he cleans the blood off of Dean's face and proceeds to lift his T-shirt, checking his chest. Sam winces at the huge and dangerously dark bruise on his brother's chest.

Bobby gently puts his fingers on the bruise to see if anything is broken, but Dean's chest feels hard under his touch. "The angel must've healed his insides before handing him over. Both his skull and his ribcage should've been shattered to pieces by the look of him. Speaking of Cas, where is he?" Bobby looks at Sam.

"Something must have gone wrong..." Sam says, looking worriedly around.

"Well nothing we can do 'bout that now. Need to watch over this idjit. Go get some rest. I'll take the first watch. Wake you if anything happens." Bobby orders. "He'll be fine," he adds as he sees Sam looking at his brother, "Cas did a good job."

Sam reluctantly goes into the other room to lay down on the bed, exhaustion taking over and rocking him to sleep.

~oOo~

After a few hours of rest, Sam gets up and switches places with Bobby. "Cas hasn't shown up yet?" Sam asks as Bobby walks past him.

"No," he mutteres back. They both turn at the sound of Dean sitting up in the bed. He seems disoriented at first and then he moans at the pain in his chest.

"You ok?" Sam asks.

"Feels like I was ran over by a train," Dean answers groggily. "What happened?"

"I take it you remember being trampled by the nightmare. Cas got to you just in time to kill it before it took a bite of you. He healed your broken bones and sent us to the van, telling us to meet him back here..." Sam trails off.

"Cas killed it? Wasn't he the one wanting not to kill them? Where is the son-of-a-bitch anyway?" Dean asks. Sam looks away, and Dean notices. "Sam. Where is Castiel?" he asks more urgently, staring demandingly at his brother.

Sam sighs. "I don't know. He never met us back here. I'm afraid something's happened to him."

"And we're still here?! We have to go look for the bastard! We never leave anyone behind, remember?!" Dean yells.

"Then get your lazy ass out of that bed!" Bobby orders Dean grumpily from the doorway.

~oOo~

The sun rises at the horizon by the time they pull into the parking lot by the park. Dean hurries out of the van and onto the concrete circle, Bobby and Sam not far behind. He stops for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him.

Closest to him lays the discarded trench coat, ripped to pieces. It's covered in burn marks and blood. Dean bends down, gathering the pieces and folding them together as he stands up again. He looks at the pieces in his hands, trying to comprehend what this could mean. Then he sees the angel blade. Sam and Bobby have reached him by now, worried looks on their faces as they see the cloth in his arms. They follow his gaze.

The blade is standing in the concrete, much like the sword in the stone. They can see faint markings around it.

Dean goes over to the blade and bends down to grip the shaft. The markings shine light blue and disappear as he pulls the blade from the concrete. He looks at it sadly. "He must've put a spell on it to prevent his enemies from getting it. That means he's still alive," Bobby tries, attempting to see the positive in the situation.

"That's what worries me... That means we're dealing with something strong enough to capture an angel alive instead of killing him. Who knows what hell they're putting him through. Believe me, sometimes dying might be better," Dean answers grimly and looks into Bobby's eyes.

All Bobby sees is sadness. "Don't get me wrong, I don't want him to die. I'm just fucking freaked out at what they might be doing to him," Dean finishes. He walks back to the van, angel blade and shredded coat in his arms, and climbs into the back of the van. Sam and Bobby share a glance, before following Dean.

~oOo~

"We need to keep all eyes open for strange stuff that might be connected to Cas. He's our first priority right now," Dean says as they pull in on the road to the cabin.

Dean climbs out of the van as soon as it stops. He walks through the front door and starts by laying out the pieces of the coat on the table to get a good look at them. He's already inspecting them closely when Sam and Bobby walk in. "Found anything?" Sam asks.

"As a matter of fact I think I have." Dean answers, picking up a piece and showing it to Sam. "Doesn't that look a lot like a print of a high heeled shoe to you?" he asks his brother.

~oOo~

A week later, they still haven't found any traces of Castiel. Dean hasn't been sleeping much these days, looking for anything that could lead to Cas. Bobby, having had enough of Dean skipping sleep, orders him to bed. "If you don't sleep, you'll end up killing Feathers instead of saving him!" he threatens.

With those words in mind, Dean sighs and goes into the bedroom he had his duffle in, to get some sleep. Sam takes over the computer to do the research his own way.

He soon finds some strange things. Rain suddenly coming down like a waterfall and then disappearing as suddenly as it had started. Bushes spontaneously combusting in pouring rain. Trees falling over for no reason. Windows shattering without a warning. Earthquakes. Concrete and asphalt cracking. And, last but not least, people hearing screams and high pitched noises out of nowhere.

He starts mapping out all the strange stuff that has happened. The online newspapers haven't really cared much for these small things, even if they didn't have much else to write about. As sleep deprived as Dean has been, Sam thinks it's no wonder he didn't notice these things. But to be honest, even if they'd found this earlier, they wouldn't have been able to find Cas by it. These things have happened randomly throughout the week, and at random places. There seems to be no pattern to it.

He's been waiting for something new to happen for a few hours, hoping something would tell them where Cas could be. He's refreshing the local newspage when suddenly, he sees something interesting. "Vandalism in local cemetery".

He clicks the title to read more. "Police suspects teenagers to have destroyed gravestones and statues in an old local graveyard... blah, blah, blah... The statues was several hundred years old... The police can't explain how the teens managed to vandalize the cemetery without being spotted in the middle of the day," he reads out to Bobby. "I don't really think that was teenagers."

Bobby looks at him. "When did this happen?" he asks.

"About 30 minutes ago, according to the news," Sam replies. "Should we go check it out? It might have something to do with Cas."

"We don't really have anything better to go on. Let's wake your brother," Bobby says and starts preparing for the drive.

"Dean, I think I found something." Sam says as he shakes his brother awake.

"What?" Dean asks half asleep, blinking confused at his brother. Sam tells him about everything he'd managed to find and Dean almost jumps out of bed, grabs the Angel's sword and makes for the door.

"Uhhh... Dean?" Sam can't help but smiling, slightly amused.

"What?!" Dean turns around, annoyed.

"Don't you think pants would be a good idea?" Sam says and tosses his brother's pants over.

~oOo~

"No fucking way a bunch of teenagers walk into a cemetery in broad daylight to destroy stuff. Especially not a cemetery with huge ass fences like these," Dean says when they stand outside the gates. They enter and start looking for the broken stones.

The first one they come across has been split into three equally big pieces. The second seems to have exploded. They walk further into the graveyard and sees a statue of an angel split in half.

Dean stops and stares at the statue for a minute. It's covering it's eyes with it's hands, bending over in a sad, grieving position, with it's wings, amazingly detailed, reaching for the sky. After a moment, he tears his gaze from the statue and walks on.

Further in, they approach another angel statue, this one looking at the sky. It holds it's hands together at the chest, cupping them, like it wants to collect the raindrops falling from the sky, wings folded gently to it's back. It doesn't rain much, but it has already collected a small puddle in it's cupped hands.

Suddenly the rain stops and the earth starts shaking. All three look at each other. "It's happening again," Sam says a little worried. Then they hear it. The high pitched noise. It got so loud that they had to cover their ears.

Then it's gone. Bobby and Sam looks questioningly at Dean. "It's him," he says gravely, "what the hell's happening to him?!" he shouts and curls his fingers to tight fists. "We need to find him fast!"

Dean is about to walk back to the gates when Bobby stops him. "What?!" he snaps, turning around and looking at him. Bobby's staring at something, a baffled expression on his face, and Dean follows his gaze to the angel statue. His eyes widen.

Something, looking dangerously like blood, runs slowly down it's cheeks from it's eyes and it's mouth. Dean walks closer and looks into it's cupped hands. Blood. "Correction, we need to find him right fucking now!" he snarls and rushes for the gates.

~oOo~

In the van, Sam pulls out the map where he'd scribbled down everything that had happened. He looks closely at it. He hits himself in the head and moans. "What?" Dean demands.

"I can't believe I didn't think of this before!" Sam starts.

"Care to share with the class?" Dean says impatiently.

"Outside of town there is this huge area of land, and in the middle of it, is this huge construction area. This map shows the plans for it. It's supposed to be this big shopping centre. It's at a halt because of economy reasons, and as long as you keep people away, it's the perfect place to hide an Angel. It's definitely worth checking out," Sam explains.

As they speed towards the area, they can see burnt trees and trees fallen over. Around the building itself, there are no trees or bushes left. "This has to be it," Sam says.

"And it's been right in front of our eyes this whole time..." Dean breathes, blaming himself.

"Boys... We don't have a clue of what's inside..." Bobby starts but Dean interrupts him.

"We're going in, Bobby. We're not leaving him again," he says harshly. "We have Ruby's knife and Cas' sword. We'll bring the guns and the iron stakes too. And we're going in now." Dean double-checks for his knife in his boot and the gun tucked in the back of his pants before tucking Castiel's sword up the sleeve of his jacket. He'd seen Castiel slide it out from his own sleeve several times before. "Let's go!" He hisses and makes for the building.

"This is definitely a trap," Sam says as they walk through the unprotected entrance.

"Or the thing doesn't believe anyone's stupid enough to walk into a torture chamber strong enough to hold an Angel captive." Bobby points out.

As they walk further in, they can hear whipping sounds. The further they get, the louder they sound. Soon, they also hear a stomach-wrenching cry of pain. "That's a good boy! Now why don't you give me one of those heartbreaking screams of yours? Or maybe the one that can destroy ears?" a woman's voice says pleasantly.

They sneak around the next corner and find themselves in the perfect hiding place, while still being able to see what goes on. It takes a while for them to actually take in what they see, though.

In the ceiling of this very large room, there is a circle with lots of symbols and sigils. It's unlike anything they've seen before. And from the middle of it, hangs a leather rope with symbols carved into it all the way down to where it's bound several times around the bloody hands of Castiel. He's hanging by his hands, his feet tied to the floor with the same type of leather. On the floor, there is an even bigger version of the circle in the ceiling. The worst of it, of course, is Castiel himself. He hangs with his back towards them, but they can clearly see his head hanging lazily to his bare chest. His shirt hanging in shreds, his back full of bruises, cuts and whip marks. His pants full of holes, and splattered with blood.

Bobby and Sam are the first to snap out of it, dragging Dean down behind a cart loaded with bags of cement. "We have to wait and look out for a good opportunity to strike," Bobby whispers.

Dean fixes his gaze upon the woman with reddish brown skin, black hair and piercing yellow eyes. She wears a black dress to match with her black high heels and is carving something, sigils he thinks, into a whip with her nails - or claws. He struggles not to look at Castiel, hearing his small whimpering sounds of pain.

"Oh! Now I know!" the woman suddenly says as cheerful as a girl getting to shop with someone else's money. She starts chanting in some language sounding very ancient.

At first, nothing happens as the woman chants on and on. Moments later, Castiel tightens his muscles and his head shoots up. The terrible scream coming from him is unbearable, and Sam has to struggle to keep Dean in place. They watches horrified as the angel screams, unable to see what would cause such immense pain. Soon the scream goes from human, to a inhuman high pitched noise, making them cover their ears as it pierces them painfully.

Their eyes widens in horror when they see light shining through his back. The light soon starts shaping into something, stretching out on either side of his body, coming from his shoulder blades. It seems to go at least 9 feet to either side. The light brightens for a moment, before it goes darker, and Dean swears he can see feathers forming in there.

And he's right. Dark feathers starts materializing from the dimming light. Bobby, Sam and Dean sits behind the cart, gaping at the sight in front of them. Huge almost black wings are stretching out across the room. Finally the high pitched noise turns to a weakening scream, and then he turns silent. His muscles relaxes and his head sinks down to the same position from earlier.

Dean think he's too quiet now. He urges fore ward only to be held back by his brother. The wings starts sinking slowly to the floor, as the woman finishes her chanting. A moment passes, before the wings suddenly shoots up, and coveres Castiel's body. The woman grins. "So you think you can escape the pain by covering yourself with the wings eh?" she says venomously. She picks up her whip again, hurriedly carves another symbol in it, and begins the whipping.

The wings twitches each time she hits them. Sending feathers flying to the floor, and pretty soon blood was being whipped about. "Giving up already?" she triumphs as his wings slowly fall to the floor again. She puts her whip down on a table she keeps not far from the angel, and picks up a knife.

She hums a tune as she walks around the angel, watching him closely, as if she is planning what to do next. She has the knife in her hand, and when she'd walked around him several times, she stops in front of him. She looks him up and down, lifts her knife and thrusts it into his thigh. She smiles at his cry of pain as she twists it, before taking it out again.

She lits up then, and leave her knife on the table, and walks over to a ladder standing a little further away, grabs it, and settles it beside Castiel. She reaches for something they can't see at first, but they squint as she pulls up a bone saw, and climbs the ladder.

"No fucking way..." Dean begins as the woman grabs one of Castiel's wings and positions her saw on top of it. "I'm not fucking watching her rip his wings off!" He shouts then, and jumps up from their hiding space just as she thrusts the saw through skin and muscle in the wing, making Castiel cry out in pain all over again.

Dean aims his gun at her and shoots, before coming closer. She avoids the bullet, lifts the saw out of the wing, blood dripping from it, and grins wide. "I was wondering when you'd come out from there," she says satisfied. She climbs down from the ladder and pushes it over, making it crash onto the floor. She walks over to her table again, and puts down her saw. "You can't imagine how many times and ways your precious little thing here have watched all three of you die," She smiles. "His screams are so delicious!" she adds, licking her lips.

Dean burns with rage as he closes in slowly, careful not to step on the wings. Bobby and Sam follows wearily a few feet behind him. The woman snaps her fingers then, and the nightmares appears out of nowhere. Dean reaches Cas, when he hears the first dull thuds coming from behind him as Sam and Bobby lashes out on the nightmares.

He walks in front of the angel, careful not to look up into his face. He touches the stab wound in his thigh lightly, getting blood on his fingers. His jaw clenches, muscles tightens as he turns toward the woman. "You're gonna die for this, bitch!" He growls at her.

She eyes him, amused, but he thought he could see a small bit of uncertainty in her eyes as she then spoke "What are you going to do, slap me in the face with that hand of yours full of your Angel's blood?" she smirks.

Dean looks closely at her, as he slides Castiel's blade out from his sleeve. He's now pretty sure she widens her eyes a small bit at the sight of it. As he smears the blood on his hand over to the blade, she narrows her eyes in disbelief. "How did you know?!" she wheezes. Her eyes turning more intense, her skin more red than brown now, a tail emerging and bat like wings appearing from her back.

Dean allows himself a small devilish smile at her reaction, lifts the blade up a bit, and throws himself at her. "I'll deal with you bugs later!" she then screams and disappears very fast along with the nightmares.

"Get your ugly ass back here you fucking bitch!" Dean screams after her, turning frantically to look for her. "I'm going to pierce your lungs and watch you burn!" He shouts when he can't see her anywhere and hurriedly turns to look back at Castiel, now looking to his face.

Castiel's eyes are halfway open, and shines light blue. He's red and bruised around his eyes. His face is smeared with tears, and blood is coming from his slightly open mouth. "We need to get him down!" Dean orders panicky.

The circles are carved into the cement Dean realizes. He looks around, and sees a construction lift placed by some other equipment by the wall beside the cart they'd hid behind. Sam follows his gaze and immediately jogs to it as Dean walks over. They manage to move it far enough into the room so that they'll be able to reach the circle when going up.

Sam takes the job and when he's ready with a chisel at the circle in the ceiling, Bobby at the floor, they both starts chiselling at the same time, breaking the circle. Nothing happens. Sam comes down as his brother is cutting the leather tied around Castiel's feet. "Mind getting up on the ladder to cut his hands free?" He asks Sam weakly.

Dean stands there, looking up as Sam starts cutting, ready to catch Castiel as he falls. The moment he's cut free, the light from his eyes disappears, and he falls down into Deans arms. Dean staggers at the impact, but keeps to his feet. "You guys mind grabbing his blade, and fold his wings in a little, so we can get him out of here?" He asks, and waits for them to do so.

Dean walks backwards out from the building, Bobby and Sam holding a wing and leg each, to prevent Castiel from being dragged in the ground. They ease his legs down slowly, and opens the backdoor to the van, so that Dean can get Cas in the back. He sits down and holds Castiel's head in his lap, making sure his airways are free. He also holds fingers to his throat, feeling for his pulse, sighs in relief when he finds it. Meanwhile, Bobby and Sam places his feet and wings down carefully, closes the door, hurries to the front, and then they're on their way back to the cabin.

~oOo~

They carry the angel into the bedroom closest to the front door. Lay him carefully on his stomach in the middle of the king sized bed. they remove the ruined pants, checking him for wounds. Bobby and Dean cleans the wounds carefully, sewing the ones needing to be sown. Sam fetching stuff as they ask for it. When they finishes working on his back, back of his feet and wings, they carefully turn him around and starts all over again on his chest and front of his legs.

His worst visible wounds was the cut wing, the stab wound in his thigh and several other nasty looking injuries. Sam fetches blankets and they cover him up good. They stand there for a minute watching the unconscious angel, before they walk into the kitchen to sit down by the table.

The shock and exhaustion catches up to them, Dean seeming to be hit harder by it. His hands are shaking, in fact his whole body seems shaky, and his breath stutters. "How'd ya manage to scare that creature away?" Bobby then asks.

"Honestly.. I don't really know. I'd gotten Cas' blood on my fingers, and she chatted on about it, so I ended up smearing it over the blade... Then she kind of freaked out before she ran off..." Dean answers looking down on his hands.

"Perhaps that's how to kill her?" Sam suggests then. He looks worryingly at his brother, trying not to think about the train of thoughts that probably are running through his head at the moment.

"We'll ask Cas when he wakes up." Dean states then, and stands up to go.

"Where're you going, boy?" Bobby asks, a warning in his voice.

"To keep an eye on Cas, in case something happens." He says and turns to look at Bobby like he should have known already.

"Oh no you ain't! As soon as you get back in there, you won't leave until he's awake!" Bobby hisses at him. "You're going straight to bed. You need hours of sleep first if you're going to sit in there." He orders.

"But-" Dean tries but Bobby shoots him a stern look.

"Bed. Now." He finishes and waves his arm at Dean. "I swear. It's like dealing with a giant 5 year old!" Bobby mutters to himself as Dean stomps into the bedroom beside the one Castiel was in.

"Let me take the first watch," Sam says as Bobby turns back around. "You know, since you haven't slept in a while." He smiles as he walks over to the fridge to fetch himself a beer.

~oOo~

Dean wakes to the sounds of cooking. He takes a moment to realize where he is, and lifts his hand to rub his face. He's quietly rewatching the horrible memories from the day before. He's wishing it was all a nightmare and that he has finally awaken from it, and Cas would be his same old self. At this moment he doesn't even know if the angel would even wake up. None of them really knew what that ancient bitch had done to him other than what they'd seen. Hell, he doesn't even know if it is still Castiel. And holy shit! The wings! He stares at the ceiling now, remembering the mighty black feathered wings. They where overwhelmingly enchanting.

He rubs his face again, and gets out of the bed. He decides to grab something to eat before he trades place with Sam in Castiel's room. He scratches his head while walking into the kitchen and nods at Bobby who looks at him as he enters. "Eggs?" Bobby offers him and places a plate on the table before he manages to answer.
"Thanks," Dean smiles in appreciation and settles himself into the chair. Bobby then turns again with another frying pan and pulls slices of bacon out of it, and onto Dean's plate. He gives Dean a knowing smile when his eyes lights up at the sight. He eats happily.

Dean stops in the doorway to the room Castiel stays, and watches his brother for a moment. Sam has fallen asleep in a comfy chair similar to one he just remembers to be in his own room. He looks so peaceful in his sleep, and Dean can't help but smile. His eyes then slides over to the still unconscious angel on the bed, plastered in bandages and band aids, wings halfway on the bed and halfway off. His smile faints and is replaced by a sad frown. He shakes his brother awake and tells him to go eat, while he takes his place in the chair, not taking his eyes off the angel.

~oOo~

He has been sitting there for hours, dozing off now and then. He's struggling to keep his eyes open, when he's startled by a loud gasp. He turns to look to the doorway, but when he sees no one there, he slowly turns to look at Castiel, his heart pounding wild in his chest. There it is again. He sees how the angel's chest shoots up at the gasping sound. "Cas?" he asks cautiously and stands up. The angel suddenly opens his eyes wide, sitting up fast. He sways a little bit, and frowns at the pain. He's breathing heavily, Dean notes, and he seems very confused. He lifts his hands and looks shocked at them, while clenching and unclenching them.

"Cas?" Dean tries again. The angel startles and stares at him in shock, his wings reacting together with him. He looks terrified to his side, breathing faster. He moves his wings, breathing faster and faster as he realizes his wings have materialized.

Suddenly his wings are all over the room. Feathers flying all around them as he flaps them frantically, trying to take flight, only to fall off the bed, his wings too big for the room. Dean makes himself as small as possible to the floor, not wanting to be knocked out by a huge wing. Castiel crashes into the ceiling, falls onto the bed again, smashes the window as he tries to take flight again and crashes once more into the ceiling, before he falls down on the other side of the bed. One of his wings up against the wall, the other out over the bed. He squeezes himself as far into the corner as he manages, breathing too fast, staring at Dean who now stands up. He looks scared out of his mind. There is nothing but terrified shock in his eyes. Dean compares Cas to a hurt little freaked out bird, so scared it's about to die of shock.

Bobby and Sam are soon in the doorway, staring wordlessly at the room, before they settle their eyes on Castiel. The room is full of feathers, the window is blown out, everything easily breakable in the room is smashed. And then there's Castiel. He's pressed into the corner by the bed, breathing too fast, staring terrified at them.

Dean then realizes Castiel is having a severe panic attack. His breathing is way too fast. "He's hyperventilating!" he bursts out, and hurries over to Castiel's side, ignoring the weak panicked attempt at getting away from him. "Find a paper bag or something!" he urges as he sits down, putting a reassuring hand onto Castiel's back. "husshh... it's ok, you're safe. Relax, buddy..." Dean starts soothing.

Soon Sam hands him a paper bag. Dean takes it and opens it. "Cas, I'm going to put this bag onto your mouth. You have to breathe into it. It will help you calm down, ok?" he explains before he cover the angel's mouth and nose with it. "Calm down... Breathe slowly. It's ok. We're here. We're watching over you. We'll protect you. We'll keep you safe." Dean mutters calmly to the angel. He feels Castiel's breath steadying, the guy finally calming down. "That's right. Nice and slow. I'll remove the bag now, remain calm, ok?" he says softly, as he removes the bag slowly.

Castiel takes a deep breath, his eyes half closed and unfocused. "You should probably get 'im into your room now that the window's smashed," Bobby tells him as he looks around the room. "Me 'n Sam will fix things up 'ere." He finishes and walks off.

Sam looks at Dean as if he want to offer to help him. "I'll manage." Dean tells his brother. Sam hesitates, but follows Bobby then.

Dean takes good hold of Castiel, careful not to press too hard on any of his worst wounds, and drags him up from the floor. The angel trembles and his feet give out on him, making him almost fall down again. Dean grips on tighter and starts halfway dragging him out of the room. When they're in the other room, Castiel's head drops, and his muscles relaxes a little too much. "Don't pass out on me just yet!" Dean says, shaking him just a little bit. He then manages to settle the angel on the bed, with minimum help from Castiel himself.

Dean stands back, watching the angel. A bit of sweat forms at his forehead, and he dries it off with the back of his hand. He himself feels a little shaky, and decides it's a good idea to settle in the comfy chair by the door. Soon, he too, is sleeping.