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“Dean! Run!” Castiel’s shout echoed across the warehouse, and Dean twisted around fast to see two demons attacking the angel. He heard the scuffle of feet from the other side of the room and saw Sam slice into a demon with a flourish before spinning around and grappling with another. They’d been ambushed on a false hunt, drawn into the trap with the false hope of protecting innocent lives.
He panted heavily, seeing red as he saw three more demons coming for his family. He flared out his invisible wings and lunged forward, slicing into one of demons with his angel blade, the light of it’s fading life flickering drawing a pleased smirk from him. This was all they got? He spun around and got a second with a dramatic flare as he sliced it’s throat cleanly open.
“Not bad, Winchester.” One of the demons circled him around the bodies of their dead, another trying to make it’s way behind him. He kept his spot, turning with them, keeping his front to them as he tightened his grip on his blade. “We were told you’d be a bigger hassle than usual. What is it you’re hiding, huh? What’s so special this time?”
“Oh, you know. Same old, same old.” Dean said with a smug smirk.
“Not the word on the street.” One of them smirked back, making a move forward. Dean reacted defensively, twisting around and right into a wall of three new demons. He lurched back, stumbling on his feet as he tried to lean out of their reach. He felt arms grab at his shirt, dragging him back and within seconds an arm was around his neck, choking off his air with inhuman strength. “Now that was just sloppy, Winchester.” The demon purred into his ear as the rest of the demons circled in closer to him, creating a barrier with their bodies.
“Dean!” Cas shouted from across the room again, a flash of light blooming in the corner of Dean’s vision even as dots began to darken his gaze. The three demons in front of him stepped forward, two flanking him, as the middle one stepped right up into his face, leaning into his space without any care for boundaries.
“What is so special about you? You are weak.” It grabbed a handful of Dean’s hair and jerked a knee up into his gut. Dean gasped and coughed raggedly, air coming harsher to his lungs as he fought the grip of the demon at his back. His vision was swimming a little between desperate breaths.. “I’m getting tired of hearing your name. It’s always ‘Dean’ this ‘the Winchesters’ that. Blah blah blah.. You’re making fools of us. You’re not funny any more. You’re annoying.”
The demon turned it’s gaze away, assessing the situation behind him with a quick flick of his eyes across the room. Castiel had one more demon between him and them, and Sam was already on his way towards them with a look of murder in his eyes that made the demon shiver. Realizing time was short, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a slip of paper. With his free hand he reached out and placed his other hand over Dean’s heart. The other demons all crowded closer, touching Dean’s chest and arms with an almost worried look in their eyes.
“I know-” Dean gasped out, twisting to try and get more air to his aching head as the leader began chanting in a low voice the words on the paper. “Im gorgeous, g-guys, but really? The touching-” He felt a sudden heat forming in his chest, under the demon’s hand and knew whatever the foreign words were meant something bad for him. Very bad. Pain started radiating from that spot, making him feel stretched and tight. He twisted his head to the side, seeing Castiel mere feet from him. It was too late though, and he could see it in Castiel’s eyes. Panic. Fear.
“C-Cas-” In the next moment Castiel was gone. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Dean felt like he was floating, tension and heat making his body ache, his head throbbing, and every point of contact with one of the demons felt like magma on his skin. He felt like he was moving, almost like how he felt those few times Castiel teleported them anywhere. Before he could comprehend exactly what was happening, he was landing harshly on his feet, staggering as he returned to solid ground.
He felt faint, the demon’s grips on his skin suddenly helping support him, rather than restrain him.
“Ah! There you are.” The rich feminine voice startled Dean, making him struggle to get his head up to confirm what he’d heard. He swallowed down nausea and forced his eyes on the red head’s. “It’s been a while, hasn't it.” She smiled sultrily as she walked up to Dean, pushing the lead demon out of her way. She set a hand on Dean’s trembling shoulder, and slunk closer, pressing into his chest as she gripped his jaw with her other hand, holding his head up to stare into her eyes.
“Abaddon.” Dean grit. “What an unpleasant surprise. What has you on my back these days? Getting jealous?”
“Of who? Your half human angel or your clumsy brother?” She scoffed, shaking her head. “There have been rumors, Dean. Troubling rumors.” She scratched red nails down the tender column of Dean’s neck, mock slicing across his adams apple. “I figured I ought to investigate.” She smiled charmingly, enjoying having Dean at her mercy like this. She liked how he looked with those defiant green eyes staring at her. She liked knowing he knew he was helpless to her.
“Well, I certainly don’t know what’s got everyone’s panties in a twist. What, are you just now realizing how awesome I am?” Dean huffed out a gruff laugh, fighting off the panic thrumming in his chest. Shitshitshit. He’d been so careful lately, trying not to over use his wings, or draw attention to them, trying to keep his secret safe. It was difficult, though, when he had to re-train himself how to balance properly during every fight, when he saw his family in danger and knew a little flap of his slender wings could get him there that much faster. He grit his teeth and repeated the mantra in his head of “dontletthemsee’, willing his wings to remain invisible where they were tightly pressed into his back. He feared what she could do with his soul if she cut it from him. He could recall the panic and terror in Castiel’s eyes when he thought about the possibilities of anyone finding out about his wings. That look still haunted him every time he thought about how new and untrained his wings were. He could feel them, see them too if he had them in front of him he was sure. And it terrified him that they might be able to break his concentration on keeping them invisible and intangible. He had to keep them a secret, for Cas. For himself.
“You smell different, Winchester.” Abaddon hissed suddenly into his ear, panting against the shell of his ear, her eyes dilated wide. “You reek of that fallen angel scum.”
Dean snarled, twisting angrily in the hands still grasping him. “Don’t talk about Cas like that, you two cent demon whore.” He knew she was taunting him on purpose, and it rankled him. He couldn't stand her insulting words towards Castiel. The newness of the intense feelings he got every time someone threatened Castiel now were almost unbearable at times. It felt like years ago when he was still new to losing people he loved. The numbness he’d felt for so long was gone, and the surge of protective anger he got thinking of Castiel hurt or even simply disappointed made his heart ache deeply.
Abaddon’s eyes narrowed in on Dean’s face before a startled laugh crackled from her ruby lips, setting Dean’s hairs on end. “Oh.” She slid her hand down Dean’s chest, tracing her fingers down to his tattoo. She pressed into his skin with one sharp nail, breaking the tattoo’s ink with a sparkle in her eye. She pressed in deeper, dragging her nail through more skin, cutting across the center of the ink. Smiling she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head forward and pressing their lips together in a slow, deep kiss, a tendril of smoke trying to burrow into his throat.
Dean gagged, feeling the smoke try to press down his throat. His heart hammered rapidly, eyes stinging with the surge of nausea that accompanied the thought of what she could do to his mind, with his mind if the smoke were to get inside of him. He felt something in him rejecting the smoke, choking it back as Abaddon leaned away to watch what was happening. She had a deep furrow in her brow as she felt Dean’s body rejecting the smoke even though his tattoo was broken.
“What have you done to yourself, Winchester?” She growled, gripping his jaw and holding his mouth open to see the black smoke twisting angrily against his tongue. Her eyes widened as she watched the smoke sizzle away with a sudden burst of white from inside Dean’s body, lighting his eyes and mouth in a brief flash. She jerked back, feeling burned as part of herself was destroyed by the energy. The other demons seemed to feel something from Dean as well, jerking back as if shocked the same moment as Abaddon. Dean swayed in his spot for one moment before blinking dazedly once and then crumpling to the floor unconscious in the middle of retreated circle of demons.
Abaddon stared down at his form with wide eyes, stunned into silence. She ignored the hushed murmurs from the other demons, flattening her lips into a line and growling low in her throat in anger and confusion. “You two, grab him and take him to the room.” She commanded to two of the demons. “Make sure he can’t get out of the chair. Use the etched chains, just in case. I think the angel did something to him. You two go make sure the perimeter is secure. I want those angel warding chants on repeat throughout the hallways, and in the yard. Get the decoys in place. The rest of you take a small amount of his blood and scent the area with it. I don’t want that angel or his brother getting within ten miles of his place.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The demons quickly set to doing their tasks, dragging Dean’s unconscious form away and going to their stations quickly, getting everything ready for the inevitable. Abaddon stayed still, staring down at her hand, one finger still stained with the hunter’s blood. She brought her hand up to catch the light, examining the drying line of blood. She leaned in and sniffed once, furrowing her brow. It smelled human, but there was something else in the scent that was off, something that made her skin crawl. Determined to get to the bottom of this newest mystery, she stalked off down to her room, needing a moment to think of her plan of attack. She knew it wouldn't be too long before they were hunted down. She’d give herself two days before the angel and the brother started causing real trouble at the decoy points. She’d give them another before they rounded up more help and at least made it to the second decoy. Four tops before they were trying to get in the real base, if they lasted that long with all the traps she had planted. She had four days to cut into the hunter and figure out the secrets hiding in the strange smell and to have her own little fun with her handsome wild green eyed captive.