Broken Wings

A/N: OK MY PEEPS, THIS IS A SLASH STORY, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT THEN DO NOT READ THIS! NOW BACK TO THE MATTER AT HAND EVERYONE WHO READS THIS SHOULD KNOW I MADE ON LITTLE CHANGE. THE ANGEL WINGS. INSTEAD OF MISTY BLACK WINGS I CHANGED THEM TO SLOID FLESH, FEATHER, AND BLOOD. BUT THAT'S THE ONLY CHANGE. HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.

BUT ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE ANY MISSED MISS SPELLINGS AND GRAMMOR.

I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, IT BELONGS TO THE WRITER...LUCKY :/

RATING: T (M/M PARING, CURSING, AND BLOOD.)

WARNINGS: NONE

OK, HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

Dean, Sam, and Castiel were in a small circle, their backs to each other. Their breaths were ragged and labored, and their eyes darted around the room for the object of their mission. Dean shifted his feet, moving so he had a better stance, a small scar going across his left cheek, a thin line of red painting its way down. Sam was unharmed, apart from a few bumps and bruises he would have later on tomorrow. Castiel, to was unharmed. His long coat moving with his slightly turning body. They were standing, waiting for a sign from the demon they were after.

The room they were in was a rather horrible one, it smelt life mothballs and mildew. Its dark gray color becoming confusing, and causing confusion, after being in the room for to long. They'd been here for about five hours, hunting the stupid thing and seeming to fail at it, but no, they weren't giving up. They had to find this thing, it had been killing to many people and it was causing extreme panic throughout the town it had decided to inhabit. To stop it was of course, up to them, because it was their job, their responsibility.

Dean looked over his shoulder to Castiel. "Anything babe?" He asked, looking back around to see nothing.

"No." was Cas's simply reply.

"Here!" Sam shouted as he was throw out of the circle of three.

Dean and Castiel spun around, and Dean gagged as he felt a hard force plunge into his stomach. He fell to the ground and grunted with pain. Then he felt his head smash into the floor and his vision blackened for a moment, the next thing he knew was that a light creamy tan vial had come over his eyes. The vial was moving and grunting, 'Cas' Dean's mind registered. Dean tried to scramble to his feet but his equilibrium was still off and he feel back to the floor, so Dean did the only thing he could.

"Sam," He yelled, waiting for a response.

"Yo!" He heard back.

"Toast the thing! Now!" He said, and after he heard the 'You got it bro!' he then returned to trying to get up.

The demon had infected a deceased man, so they could just go ahead and toast him, but he had been buried with many of his belongings. Some of which happened to be a gun, another gun, a knife, and some pepper spray. Pepper spray, who buried their dead family member with pepper spray!

He placed both of his palm's on the concrete floor beneath him and went to push up but instead he felt a force push him down. But this force was different, it was soft and even though it was hard and heavy, it was gentle and careful. And it didn't stay on him, but it lifted up, just pausing to hover over him, protectively. Dean tried clearing his fogged head, but he couldn't do it quick enough. But then he saw the black feathers from the corners of his eyes. Dean whispered a breathy 'No', but he was to late.

Dean heard a sicking snap, then the most horrible, pain filled, unbearably shocked and panicked scream. A few feather's fluttered about and then Dean finally stumbled to his feet, only to see Castiel fall, his right wing twisted at a horrible angle. Dean felt white hot rage fill his chest as he looked at the smiling demon standing over Castiel's quivering body. Dean dashed at him, but where the demon had been, he was no more. No, now he was on top of Castiel's back, who groaned and struggled to breath with the extra weight.

"Get the fuck off of him!" Dean shouted, lunging at the fat, grotesque creature- pulling out his gun.

It smiled, its inky black eyes somehow playful. "Na, I think I'll stick around." It laughed.

Then, as Dean was about to put a bullet through it's head it picked up Castiel's left wing, with some effort, holding it at its top joint, then with a sweet, innocent smile it reached into its host pocket and pulled out the large knife. Dean froze when it put the knife to Cas's good wing.

"Ah-ah-ah," It crooned. "Don't move, 'cuz if I see you so much as twitch your trigger finger I'll cut his damn wing off." It growled, as if to make a point it pressed the blade slightly into the ebony wing.

Dean stayed still, glancing down to see Castiel's glazed eyes and harsh breathing. Cas's eyes moved up to meet Dean's, pleading, screaming for help - release from the pain. Then Dean's eyes shot up back to the demon, however the stare shifted past it, to Sam sneaking up behind it with a makeshift flamethrower. Dean felt a little relief, but he had to preoccupy the demon.

"How 'bout you get off him." Dean said, his voice deep and rough.

The demon chuckled. "How 'bout I don't."

Dean bite his tongue, he had to keep his temper, Sam was almost close enough. "Why did you break his wing?" Dean asked, in reality Dean truly wanted to know, demons never did that, he didn't even know why Castiel had brought them out.

The demons smile widened. "Boss told me to, why else would I go fuck around with an angel?" It laughed.

Dean was confused, and now horrified. "What do you mean, why did Lucifer want you to break Cas's wing?"

It chuckled. "He didn't have a reason other than wanting to put him through hell – apparently this little guys caused the boss some serious problems. Said its one of the worst things you can do to one of these fellas." The demon said, taking his hand and patting Castiel on the head like a little puppy.

"Well tell your boss to kiss my bothers flame throwing ass, and then shove it." Dean said and threw his arms up and over his eyes as flames shot out of Sam's flamethrower.

The bright blast of light blinded Dean for a moment, he could hear the demons screams, but their was another, Castiel was screaming to. Sam hadn't set him on fire had he! It took a moment for the flames to die down and he took a second to get his barrings, but Castiel was still screaming. He jerked his head over to look at Cas, and he finally saw why he was screaming. Sam and Dean rushed to Castiel at the same time, but Dean still got to him first.

Dean swallowed as he looked at Cas's left wing, the demon had still managed to leave them with a parting gift. The long knife had been pushed all the way threw Cas's wing and into the floor. A puddle of blood formed around the penetrated wing and matted the black silken feather's. Dean looked at Sam who cringed at a very loud scream and Castiel writhed in pain. He kept screaming for Dean, he kept asking Dean to make it stop, to get it out. Dean's eyes grew wet. He quickly brushed the ashes of the demon off of Cas's back, he couldn't think of anything else to do.

"Sam, what do we do?" Dean yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him slightly.

"I-I don't know! We've never had to deal with an injured angel before, I'll have to - Dean stop him!" Sam screamed as Castiel pushed himself up, trying to stand, trying to free his penned wing.

He fell however, and when he fell, he fell to his right and onto his back, ripping his wing from the knife, splitting the flesh and muscle of his wing. The sound was strange, it was wet and thick, Dean's subconscious thought as he dropped to Castiel's now convulsing form. Dean watched as Castiel's eyes rolled back in his head and rolled back. His piercing blue eyes looked up at Dean, they were confused, pained, and most of all scared.

"Dean!" Castiel cried out, his hands grabbing hold of Dean and gripping him painfully tight.

"Easy Cas, easy," Dean soothed, trying to calm the angel down.

Dean looked to Sam and saw him punching a number into his phone, then placing it to his ear. Sam and Dean waited and as they did so Dean cupped a hand to Cas's face, stroking it, he couldn't think of anything else to do. However Castiel still screamed and writhed in pain, his back arching and his mutilated wings twitching and flopping around with his movement, smearing blood and feathers all over the floor. When Dean heard Sam speak he looked to him, waiting for information.

"Hey Bobby, need your help! Cas's wings were just-" He paused, looking at Castiel's wings. "One got broke and the other cut really deep, it like - ripped all the way through. What do we do?"

"We don't why the knife actually hurt! What do we do Bobby!" Sam barked.

Sam waited. "We can't, he wont hold still, and he wont stop screaming!"

As Sam got his next orders, his face whitened. "Can we even do that? Okay, okay - fine! Then bring him to your house...M'k!"

Sam snapped the phone shut and he looked to Dean sadly. "Dean were going to have to knock him out." Sam said.

Dean gulped, holding Cas down as his back arched again. "How?"

Sam's lips pressed into a thin line. "V-hold."

Dean licked his lips and he looked down to Castiel. "Sam..."

"We gotta Dean, otherwise Bobby can't help him!" Sam shouted over a loud scream.

"Will it work?" Dean asked.

"Bobby said it would." Sam answered, his heart going out to his brother.

Dean just shook his head and he motioned for Sam to pull Castiel up off the floor. Sam did as he was instructed, and once Castiel was up Dean moved behind him, and slowly he wrapped an arm around Cas's neck. Then when he was finally at the right position, he squeezed his arm tight around his neck. Castiel then began to fight against the lack of air that he needed. Dean blinked back tears and whispered soft reassurances into his ear. He felt Castiel's struggles became weaker and weaker, and finally-slowly stopping. Dean held on a few more seconds to make sure he was out and then gently pealed his arm away. Dean then laid Cas down in the floor, not being able to avoid the bloody smears and puddles.

Sam watched as Dean gently spoke to Cas's unconscious form. Sam coughed. "Dean, we have to get him to Bobby's."

Dean's head jerked to meet Sam. "Should we stop the bleeding?" He asked softly.

Sam thought a moment. "I don't think so, angels can't bleed to death, right?"

"I don' know." Dean said. "Sam, I don't know what to do, I can't lose 'em - I love him Sam."

Sam felt his heart brake.

~0o0o~

Bobby met Sam and Dean outside, looking at the strange way they had Castiel held. Dean was cradling Castiel against him, but Sam was running beside him, holding the angels wings so they wouldn't drag the ground. He gasped at the sight of the wings, the right was twisted in the opposite direction at the top joint. Then his left was cut through, also at the top joint, and torn open, bone visible through the matted cluster of inky black feathers. His wings were bigger than Bobby remembered, and the sleek black feathers were still just as beautiful. He walked up to the bothers and looked at Cas's pale, sweat covered face.

Bobby looked up at them. "Lets get him inside."

Dean and Sam nodded and they walked into Bobby's living room. He motioned for them to lay Castiel down on a large table he'd set up. Sam and Dean went to lay Castiel down on his back, but Bobby stopped them.

"No, no lay 'em on his stomach, I gotta get to him easy." Bobby said, the two of them obeyed.

Dean gave Bobby a questioning look at the objects laying beside the table on a nightstand. Bobby's face only made Dean worry more.

"We're gonna have to fix 'em up, and believe me he's not gonna like it." Bobby said, strapping Castiel's wrist to restraints he'd not noticed before.

"Bobby, what the hell?" Dean snapped when he saw the thick leather restraints.

"Dean, we're gonna have to set that broken bone, understand? That's gonna make your boyfriend wake up and fight like a bat outta hell, and I don't know if these will even hold him. Then I'm gonna have to figure out what to do with that other wing." He said tilting his head in the direction of Cas's left wing.

The bleeding had stopped, but that brought little comfort to the group.

"Bobby, is he gonna be okay?" Dean asked, masking his voice perfectly, the pain and worry-gone without a trace.

Bobby sighed, looking at Dean and Sam sadly. "In that book," Bobby said, pointing to a massive book sitting on the couch. "It said that an angel is a servant of God- blah,blah,blah, blah- and then it says an angels wings are his life, his blood, all that epic crap, and finally it said to rid an angel that has not fallen of his wings, is to kill his will." Bobby finished, avoiding the brothers gazes.

Dean looked at Bobby, cocking a brow. "What the hell does that mean?"

Bobby sighed. " It means that if Castiel's giant feather dusters don't heal, he'll more 'n likely grieve him self to death." Bobby said grimly.

"Thanks for the bluntness." Dean mumbled, his face paling.

Castiel stirred on the table, his wings twitching, then a pitiful moan of pain. "Help me get his feet and back." Bobby said, rolling backwards and strapping Cas's right ankle with another thick strap.

Dean faltered and Sam helped instead. "Now here comes the fun part," Bobby said, looking at Dean and Sam. "Now I have to fuck with that wing." Bobby said fixing a strap across Castiel's lower back as well.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, then watched as Bobby rolled over to Castiel and lifted his hand. He paused, his hand hovering over the more alert body, the with a stuttering sigh his grabbed the broken wing.

"Oh no-" Dean interrupted. "No you can't do that while he's waking up."

Bobby's eyes filled with pain. "Gotta Dean." He said, and before Dean could react Bobby, with effort, twisted the wing back into the right position with a loud crak. The once awkward separation of feathers was no more and everything was realigned, however the huge bulge that was still growing only made Dean fill worse.

Dean's heart stopped when Castiel's eyes snapped open and he screamed, he tried to shoot up, to move away from the pain, away from the inflicter. But the restraints held him tight.

Bobby growled and backed away from the thrashing, tied down figure. "Good news is he's so worn down he wont be able to get loose."

Then as if right on cue, Castiel tried to fly. The huge cluster of ebony stretching and spreading, then moving up and down, but damage had taken its toll. Castiel's only screamed louder, his pain unbearable. The he tried pulling at the straps again, this time braking one.

"Shit!" Bobby said, rushing to hold down the broken wing, Sam ran to help. "Dean do something-he likes you, try talken to him!" Bobby said, feathers filling his mouth.

Dean noticed that even though Cas's wings were horribly damaged, they were still incredibility strong. With each flutter and jerk, Sam and Bobby would be pulled off their feet, well Sam would - Bobby would be pulled off his rear, and the table would shift and bang across the floor. Dean snapped back into reality and ran to Castiel's wailing side.

"Cas-Cas, I know it hurts," Dean yelled over him, placing a hand on Cas's back and the other one on Castiel's free arm. "But you gotta stay still, or not its just gonna keep hurting!"

Castiel lifted his head and turned his face, eyes darting over to look at Dean, pain glazing them over. "D-Dean," He cried, his eyes filling with tears. "Dean make it s-stop-p, i-it hurts!" Castiel begged, the tears falling from his eyes and down his cheeks.

His dark hair clung to his face with sweat, and his usual bright blue eyes were dull and dark with pain. His long lashes were clump together with the wetness of his tears. His hands gripped at the edges of the table with a white knuckle grip, and every muscle in his body was strung tight with the unimaginable pain. Dean willed his throat to work.

"I know Cas, I know," He whispered, lifting a hand and placing it on Castiel's head, flinching when Castiel jerked at another surge of pain, but left it there.

This time, to Bobby's undeniable surprise, Cas relaxed at Dean's touch, his injured wings stilling from their self-harming movements and slumping. Casitel was heaving in breaths of air in ragged gasps, but his muscles untightened slightly and his posture relaxed a little. Bobby looked at Dean with a dumbfounded expression, he and Sam were still holding the wings which were twitching slightly.

"Guys," Dean said with raised brows, urging them to continue while Castiel was under control. "Hey Cas, you gotta hold still for me, okay? Bobby's gonna fix ya up, but you have to stay still." He said, his heart going out to his angel.

"Yes Dean." Castiel said on rough groan.

Bobby then went about mending Cas's broken wing, making a makeshift splint with two thin, long boards. Then he wrapped up the wing tightly, Castiel had sat through all of this quietly, however he would moan and whimper, and shake, occasionally jerking in pain. Dean would speak to him in soothing tones, promise him it would be okay, that the pain was going to go away soon. After Bobby was satisfied, he went to start on the other wing. He cleaned the wound out and then looked to Castiel with an apologetic look.

"Hey Cas, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to pull out the feathers around the cut, you mind?" Bobby asked.

Castiel softly shook his head no and squeaked when Bobby suddenly pulled out a handful of blood matted black feathers. Bobby pulled out all the 'in the way feathers', and then turned to the little night stand he'd had Sam bring to the other side of the table. He picked up a stitching kit. Bobby cursed himself for not thinking to numb the wound before hand, but sighed and started sewing up the angel anyway. Castiel held to Dean the entire time, listening to his voice, eyes darting to look at him in the worst of the pain. It took two-hundred and thirty-seven stitches and four hours to mend Cas's other wing.

Once Bobby had finished the stitching and wrapped the wound, he untied Castiel and let him try and sit up. Bobby noted the way Dean kept a hand planted on Cas's lower back, and how he left his other hand hovering over Cas's chest. Ready to catch the angle if he fell. Castiel got about half way up and then started to fall side ways, everyone jumped but Dean had already responded and repositioned Cas. He'd sat him up right and he gave a little smile when Castiel dropped into him, completely lowering his guard to Dean. Dean caught sight of Bobby's gaze, he cocked a brow and growled 'What?', but it didn't hold any real venom.

He looked past Castiel and his wings to see Bobby better. "Hey, is he gonna be okay now?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. "His wings should heal fine, I mean I don't know how well human stuff works on injured angels, but I think he'll heal just fine. Its completely up to Cas now."

Dean looked to Sam and they both shared worried glances, so they had to help Castiel through the grieving process. Great.

Castiel whimpered in pain. "Cas," Dean said, hugging the angel closer to him.

Bobby just looked from Dean and his angel to each other brother, raising his brows. Sam shrugged a 'What' and Bobby knew he was hiding something.