Caged Heat. // Dean //

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 13:44:05 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 4, 2016 13:44:05 GMT -5

Sam paced back and forth in his cell for probably twenty minutes before hearing the sounds of Dean being dragged off down the hall. He figured he had about another five minutes until it was his turn for whatever Crowley had cooked up for the two of them so he had to work fast. Digging his teeth into the soft part of his own flesh on the backside of his wrist, Sam chewed until a good deal of blood was dripping from it. The stinging sensation didn't bother him in the slightest with no soul to really feel pain. Using his height to his advantage, Sam then managed to create a large devil's trap on the ceiling of the cell with his own blood. Then it was just a matter of waiting.

And sure enough, it couldn't have been more then two minutes after his artwork was complete that two thuggish demons entered the cell, staring menacingly at Sam. "What did you do with my brother" he demanded. The closer demon smirked. "Oh, you’ll find out. You’re about to join him." They both took one step forward.

And they were stuck.

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 13:55:23 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 4, 2016 13:55:23 GMT -5

Dean was dragged to a large empty room with blood splattered on the walls at the end of one of the many hallways, where he was pushed inside. A second pair of demons then led in two ghouls, backed out, and locked the doors. "Look, breakfast" one ghoul said to his companion, licking his lips, and they began to advance. Dean took an automatic step backwards, lifting his hands into the air.

"Alright, alright. Shawshank’s a great flick, but let’s skip the shower scene, huh?"

We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 14:16:14 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 4, 2016 14:16:14 GMT -5

Leaving the trapped demons in his wake, Sam sped-walked through the massive factory, calling his brother's name every so often. "Dean?" He checked every room he walked past. "Dean??" Finally, he heard the sound of Dean's voice shouting, "get off me, you son of a bitch" and Sam quickened his pace, bursting into the final room of the hallway just in time to yank one of the two ghouls off of his brother before he could become ghoulfood. Sam used brute soulless strength to rip a metal bar from the wall and, with Dean's help, staked the two ghouls together, kind of like a ghoul-kabob.

"Friggen' hate ghouls" Dean muttered as the two of them set off back down the hall. Sam's lips twitched.

"You're welcome."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 14:54:08 GMT -5

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-- "Meg" --

Meg had miraculously managed to take down all six of Crowley's hellhounds and had been feeling pretty good about herself when she'd been blindsided from behind, knocked out by the demon possessing Christian Campbell. And when she'd come to, she'd found herself strapped down to a stainless steel table in yet another room off of the very long main hallway. Christian was standing over her, holding the demon killing knife so something must have happened to Sam and Dean for the knife to no longer be in their possession. So she'd risked her life taking down six vicious, snarling, demonic dogs and come out on top and they couldn't even manage to hold onto one little pigsticker of a knife. Typical.

"So Crowley wants to know...well, everything." Christian held up the knife so its tip glinted in the moonlight. "Told me to carve it out of you." "Whatever makes you feel like a man" Meg mocked, doing her best to keep up the tough outer shell she'd perfected over the last few centuries. "You talk a mean game" Christian allowed, trailing the knife up her stomach to her throat. "But you’re scared." And with that being said, he plunged the knife into her side, eliciting a scream of pain. Which was followed by several more.
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"You know" Meg gasped after about fifteen minutes of straight torture. "You’re sticking that thing in all the wrong places." "Really?" Christian chuckled. "Well you sure were squealing." "Knock yourself out." Meg's breathing was labored but she tried to keep up the conversation. Talking meant less time under the knife. "It’s a host body. Some girl from Cheboygan, moved to LA to be an actress." She smiled wryly. "It’s probably not even the worst thing that ever happened to her." Her smile vanished as the knife dug a little deeper. "Ahhhh-hahahaha." Halfway through her scream it turned into a laugh. She'd noticed something over Christian's shoulder. "What are you laughing at" he wanted to know, pulling the knife out of her stomach, clearly oblivious. Dean reached out quick as a flash, snatching the knife and stabbing Christian in the back. Meg smirked triumphantly as he fell to the ground dead.

"Dean Winchester's behind you."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 15:41:01 GMT -5

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Post by Crowley on Oct 4, 2016 15:41:01 GMT -5

"Hello, sweetheart." Crowley stepped into the Djinn's cage, holding up a silver blade dipped in lamb's blood warningly. "Feeling chatty this morning, are we? Do hope so. Wouldn’t want to harm a hair on that pretty little head." The Djinn's chest heaved up and down as she breathed deeply in terror. Crowley raised an expectant eyebrow. "So, you ready to tell me all about your daddy?" There was a sudden, horribly loud noise as the fire alarm began to sound. As there was no fire in the factory, that meant someone had pulled it. No demon or monster under his control would do that. Which left very few suspects. Ones that were supposed to be dead. "Hold that thought."
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Sure enough, when he reached the room that was the source of the fire alarm's screech, there was Dean, watching him with crossed arms. Crowley frowned. "You should be ghoul scat by now." Before Dean could say anything, Crowley found himself being tackled from behind by Sam. "Was that really necessary" he grouched, getting to his feet a few steps away from where he'd previously been standing. "I just had this dry-cleaned." He took a step towards the boys and then tried to take another but discovered it wasn't possible. His eyes traveled automatically upwards and there indeed was a devil's trap painted on the ceiling. "So." He lowered his gaze. "To what do I owe the reach-around?" Sam and Dean's eyes both shifted over to the door. A bruised, cut, and scraped, but nonetheless looking pleased with herself, Meg entered the room. "Crowley." Crowley narrowed his eyes. "Whore." "Okay, you know what?" Meg lifted one hand and clenched her fist. Simultaneously, Crowley felt a shooting pain internally and he doubled over, coughing up blood. "The best torturers never get their hands dirty" Meg remarked calmly, unclenching her fist, allowing Crowley to straighten up, breathing a little more deeply than before. "Sam wants a word with you." Crowley's eyes flicked over to the younger Winchester. "What can I do for you Sam?" "You know damn well" he returned flatly. "I want my soul back." Meg looked surprised. "And here I thought you just grew some balls, Sam." No one commented on her reaction. Sam simply kept staring at Crowley impatiently. "Well?" Crowley gave his head a single shake of refusal. "No."

Dean stepped forward, uncrossing his arms and speaking for the first time since Crowley had entered. "Meg." Meg clenched her hand again. Crowley coughed up even more blood than the first time, his insides on fire. "I can't" he finally gasped out. Meg glanced at Dean who nodded and she let up on the torture, allowing Crowley to straighten once more. "Can't or won't" Sam pressed. "I said ‘can’t’ and I meant ‘can’t’, you mop-headed lumberjack" Crowley insisted irritably. "I was lucky to get this much of you out. Going back in there for the sloppy bits? No way. I’m good, but those two in there? Forget it." Sam eyed him suspiciously. "How do I know you're not lying?" "You don’t" Crowley agreed. It was a good question. Because he WAS 100% lying. But they didn't need to know that. "But it doesn’t change anything" he went on stubbornly. "I’m telling you. Sam, why do you even want the thing back? Satan’s got one juicy source of entertainment in there. I’d swallow a rag off a bathhouse floor before I took that soul. Unless you want to be a drooling mess." "Sam, I hate to say it, but he’s right" Meg piped up from the corner. "Yeah, right. I get it" Sam confirmed with a brisk nod. "Thanks. He’s all yours." He stood back, allowing Meg to move forward and take the lead. "Whoa, what are you, crazy" Dean exclaimed in alarm. "He’s our only hope!" "Dean, you heard him" Sam pointed out. "He can’t get it. He’s useless." Crowley did not appreciate being called useless. But he had bigger issues to deal with.

Dean sighed heavily and held out the special knife which Meg eagerly accepted, moving towards the devil's trap. Crowley tensed as she approached. Meg stopped an inch away from the circle and looked over one shoulder at the brothers. "You'll let me back out right?" There was the briefest of hesitations before they both nodded and Meg stepped into the circle. She raised the blade high. "This is for Lucifer, you pompous little"- In the blink of an eye, Crowley swept her legs out from under her, taking her down and wrestling the knife from her hands. Then, before either Winchester could have time to react, he used the knife to break the devil's trap and magically pinned both brothers to the wall. "That’s better." He hauled Meg to her feet with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You don’t know torture, you little insect."

"Leave them alone." Castiel's voice came out of nowhere, the angel having appeared by the doorway, carrying a cloth bag. "Castiel." Crowley eyed his business partner, playing up the surprised, what are you doing here role splendidly. "Haven’t seen you all season. You the cavalry now?" "Put the knife down" Castiel demanded. "You that bossy in Heaven? Hear you’re losing out to Raphael" Crowley mocked. "The whole affair makes Vietnam look like a roller derby." Pretending to notice the bag for the first time, he raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what’s in the gift bag?" Castiel pulled out a skull. "You are." Crowley allowed his expression to grow slack with a convincing amount of alarm and panic.

"Not possible."

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 15:50:53 GMT -5

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-- "Castiel" --

"You didn’t hide your bones as well as you should have" Castiel pretended to inform the flustered demon, still holding up the scull of some random corpse he'd found in the local cemetery. Crowley gave a slow, mocking clap. "Well cookie for you." "Can you restore Sam’s soul or not" Castiel demanded. "If I could help out in any other" Crowley began, interrupted by Dean's harsh, "answer him!" Crowley looked around at everyone for a few long seconds and then his shoulders sagged in defeat. "I can't." Castiel dropped the bag of bones on the ground and held one hand over them, engulfing them in flames. Crowley pulled off a magnificent death scene, screaming in agony as his body went up in flames along with the bag of bones, vanishing into thin air after a few seconds with a final scream. The Winchesters and Meg all looked thrilled. If Castiel hadn't known better he would have believed him to be dead as well.

No sooner had Crowley vanished then so did Meg. "Well, she’s smart, I’ll give her that" Dean allowed, stooping to pick up the fallen demon-killing knife. "I was gonna kill her, too." He glanced sideways at the angel with a teasing smile. "’Course, I’d have given you an hour with her first." Castiel's expression remained blank.

"Why would I want that?"

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Caged Heat. // Dean // Oct 4, 2016 16:11:44 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 4, 2016 16:11:44 GMT -5

Sam, Dean, and Castiel stood by the Impala outside of the prison as a few rain drops began to fall. "Thanks Cas." Dean smiled gratefully at the angel. "If it wasn't for you"- "Crowley was right" Castiel informed them both, interrupting Dean. "It’s not going well for me upstairs." "If there's anything we can do" Dean offered but Castiel cut him off again. "There isn’t. I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I’d rather be here." "Look, Cas, we know you got a steaming pile on your plate. There’s no need for apologies" Dean promised sincerely. "We’re your friends." Sam gave a small nod of agreement to this fact and Castiel addressed him next. "Listen Sam, we'll find another way." "You really wanna help?" Sam tipped his head towards the building they'd just left. "Prison full of monsters. Can’t just leave ’em, can’t let ’em go." Castiel nodded. "I understand." And he vanished.

Sam turned to open the passenger side car door. "He’s right, you know" Dean threw out without moving from where he stood. Sam paused. "About?" "About your soul. We’ll figure something else out." Sam sighed and faced his brother again with a serious expression. "No, we won't." Dean balked. "Why?? Just because Crowley said"- "I heard what Crowley said" Sam stressed. "And I heard what Cas said too. Putting this thing back in would smash me to bits." "We don't know that for sure" Dean insisted desperately. Sam shook his head with a scoff. "You know what? When angels and demons agree on something, call me nuts, I pay attention." "You say this now??" Dean took an agitated step forward. "After we practically died trying to"- "Exactly" Sam exclaimed with emphasis. "We almost got ourselves killed. I mean, how many times do we risk our asses for this? Enough’s enough."

The rain was starting to fall harder. Dean furrowed his brow. "Sam"- Sam held up one hand, warding him off. "I don’t think I want it back." He'd been thinking that for awhile now, but it was time to put it in the open. Dean looked thrown. "You don't know what you're saying." "No, I’m just saying something you don’t like. There's a difference" Sam pressed remorselessly. "Look, Dean, you obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I’m better off without it." "You’re wrong" Dean argued in a choked voice, looking faint with alarm and desperation. "You don’t know how wrong you are." "I’m not sure about that." Sam turned and started walking, leaving the car and his brother behind. "Sam, don’t you walk away from me" came Dean's frantic voice, elevated dramatically in volume. "Sam! Sam!!!"

But Sam kept walking.

[THE END.]

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