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Chapter 7

Dean was sitting bolt upright, not out of choice but because he was currently tied to a stiff wooden chair with four lengths of ropes around his torso, wrists, waist and ankles, not to mention the handcuffs that joined the ropes around his wrists to hooks on the chair arm. All in all, he was not moving anywhere.

"Hey you black eyed bitch, get me the fuck off of this thing or I swear to God I will stab you!"

"Sorry sweetie, God is out at the moment, but I can take a message if you want."

"You son of a bitch!"

"Tut tut Winchester, didn't your Mummy teach you anything about manners? Oh yes, sorry I forgot, one of my brothers murdered her in cold blood."

"YOU!"

"Yes, me. The one and only."

"Let me go! Fight fair!"

"I'm a demon, I don't do fair, or honest, or a lot of things really. Sorry to disappoint." The demon's face twisted sardonically, or at least it's pretty meat suit did, her perfectly plump lips seeming to snarl in disgust and her deep blue eyes piercing Dean like knives.

Dean could feel the terror building up inside him. Not only was he completely defenceless and in the clutches of a demon, he was also separated from Sam and tied down. It took Dean all that he had not to display his fear. Haughtiness and confidence be them false or not, were his only weapon right now. The fact that he was bordering on having a panic attack was not helping the matter at all.

"Oh Dean, my sweet little pop tart, I can smell the fear radiating off of you. How cute."

"I am not scared of you!"

"But you should be cutie-pie." With that the demon drew out a knife from her pocket and began to twiddle it between her forefingers before bringing it down hard against his chest drawing out blood, but no verbal response from Dean. He may have been terrified from being tied down, but as a hunter pain was one thing that he can deal with.

"You can't fool me Deanie, I can see that you are hurting, go on, let it all out."

"In your dreams bitch."

"I don't dream sweetheart." With that the demon began bringing the knife down again and again on Dean's bare chest, only managing to elicit a couple of grunts. Eventually frustration kicked in and she stopped pulling the punches, digging the knife deep into his flesh before spinning on her heels and slamming the door behind her, leaving Dean in pitch blackness.

Now that he was alone, Dean finally gave up on suppressing his feelings, beginning to tremble and sweat as he felt the room beginning to constrict around him. The darkness was swallowing him up.

"LET ME OUT!"

Half an hour later Dean completely lost it, struggling hard against his restraints and sobbing in terror as blood continued to ooze from the deep cuts and stab wound on his chest.

Please let me out. Sammy! Oh God Sammy, get me out of here, please. Anyone, help me.

Dean was barely conscious when he heard the flutter of wings. Or at least he thought he had, but surely Cas wasn't really here…he never came. Not any more.

"Dean?" Dean heard a familiar gravely tone and could barely believe his ears.

"Cas? Cas is that you?"

"Yes Dean, who else would I be?" Castiel sounded genuinely confused, walking in front of Dean with his head tilted.

"What made you decide to mojo your feathery ass here?"

"You called for me."

"No I didn't"
"You were sending out signals of distress, I responded. I can leave if you wish, it's just you look as if you could do with some help."

"NO, I mean, just get me the hell out of here." Castiel nodded and began to untie Dean, rope by rope.

"Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean let out a small grunt through clenched teeth. It was taking all he had to keep all of the tears and emotions bottled up.

"You appear to be shaking. Are you in distress?"

"No. M'fine."

"Why are you crying then?"

"I am not crying."

"Drops of salt water are trickling down your face, crying is still the correct term for that, isn't it."

"Shut it, Cas." Castiel closed his mouth and continued to untie Dean before touching two fingers to his forehead and making the deep gashes on Dean's chest disappear, leaving the blood to dry against his pale face.

"Cas, can you just get me out of here now?"

"Of course Dean."

Less than a few seconds later Dean found himself in his motel room, facing Sam who was asleep on one of the twin beds.

"Thanks Cas."

Dean sank down onto his own bed and grabbed some antiseptic wipes from his duffle, cleaning up the left over blood, looking up when Sam let out a groan as he stirred.

"Dean?"

"Morning." Dean tried his hardest to keep the slight tremble out of his voice, but failed.

"What's wrong?" Sam sat up and looked over at his brother, surprised to see Castiel hovering uncertainly behind him.

"Nothing."

"Dean was trapped in a dark room, bound up by a demon. He was crying and I believe that he may have been suffering by what you humans call a panic attack, but he insists that he is fine."

"Gee, thanks Sherlock."

"I do not understand that reference."

"Whatever." Dean stood from the bed and grabbed some beers out of the fridge, chucking one to Castiel and one to Sam.

"Dean, talk to me man."

"No chance."

"Dean, you can't just pent up your emotions!"

"Just you watch me bitch."

"I agree with your brother Dean, many feel a lot better after confessional, it may do you good."

"Get out of my ass Cas!"

"I am not in your ass?"

"Yeah, well…"

"Dean!"

"I just don't like being tied down, that's all."

"Why not?"

"Just because, Cas!"

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it Dean?"

"Yes, Cas, you are free to go fly away and bugger off to heaven, or wherever it is you disappear off to these days."

"Ok." Cas was just about to disappear into nothingness when Dean quickly interjected again, feeling guilty about being so harsh with the angel.

"Look, Cas, I'm sorry for being a jerk."

"That's ok Dean, I forgive you."

"Uh, thanks."

"Just give me a call if you need me again."

With that Castiel disappeared into thin air, leaving Dean to explain to Sam how he had ended up tied to a chair by a demon and leaving Sam to question how he had let it happen. He should have been there for his brother.

The next morning Dean woke up and blinked blearily, surprised when he heard a massive thudding noise.

"What the hell was that Dean?"

"Wasn't me…oh…" Dean looked down in surprise when he saw the huge pile of leaflets and books lying at the foot of his bed.

"What the hell?" Dean scooped up the top five books and read the titles, all of them referring to coping with Claustrophobia. Then, he spotted the post-it note on top which had beautiful calligraphy-like writing scrawled across it.

Thought these might help, sorry for not talking to you but you were asleep and you taught me that sleep is important for humans and I did not want to interfere with your personal space. Castiel.

Dean couldn't help but smile a little at the thoughtfulness of his angel.

"So, what are they?"

"Nothing Sam, go back to bed." Sam gave a little nod and rolled over, pulling his blanket over his head and soon beginning to snore, oblivious to how Dean was beginning to read his first book since he was twelve (excluding the diaries of hunters).

At least he now had Cas to help him as well as well as Sam, all be it in his own special way.

The End.

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