Woah, okay. First of all, thank you for all the love and support I got from you guys, it was not at all what I was expecting. Your comments made my day, and trust me, I was having a really bad day. They also kept me from dealing with it in bad ways...

Again, I apologize for the ridiculously long time it took to update this, but I'm so glad you guys are enjoying the story anyway.

I felt so evil writing this chapter. I'm only evil at night...I wrote this at night.

So, thanks for sticking with the story despite my many issues getting in the way of updating. Okay...just...I'm shutting up now. Sorry.

"Don't cry, Castiel. Stop crying. You did this to yourself."

He leaned forward, the angels' faces close enough to touch.

"You're so pretty," Bernael said as he gazed at Cas' body

The smaller angel stifled a whimper. He was not sure what Bernael meant by that, but he knew it was not anything good. But whatever happened, Cas knew he probably had this coming. He most likely did something to deserve this.

Cas registered a wariness that was nagging him in the back of his mind. Something was wrong, said Cas' gut. Above all else, something felt out of place with his body, like it was exposed in a way he wasn't already aware of.

He glanced down, all that was missing was his shirt, nothing more. Still, something was out of place. Cas ignored the instinct and focused on the threat hovering no more than a few inches from his face.

As Cas looked back at the other angel, Bernal grinned wickedly, "You're pathetic, you know that, Castiel?"

Cas tried to swallow, but the task had become oddly difficult in his fear. Whatever Bernael was going to do to him, he wished he would just get it over with. The anxiety of it was creeping up on Cas like his own shadow following him around.

"He doesn't want you. You're just the whore he calls when he needs something, a pet. That's all you'll ever be. You're not his friend,"

Cas watched as Bernael spoke, biting down on the gag as the words hit him like bricks. Those stupid tears refused to stop and Cas hoped Bernael wouldn't notice. But this was not Cas' lucky day.

The larger angel glanced at his cheeks and took one hand off of Cas' hips to wipe away the tears harshly, "Castiel," he cood wickedly as his gaze became focused on something behind Cas, "Has anyone ever touched your wings before?"

Cas stiffened before panic flooded him. He jerked harder on his chains, crying out at the pain it had induced but continued anyway. He had to get out of here. He had to escape. To angels, their wings were precious and private. Any contact involving their wings was extremely intimate, and Cas was not about to let Bernael take away that dignity.

Bernael laughed as he watched Cas struggle to get away from him. In Heaven, many angels would parade their wings, stretching them out to display their full wingspan. Raising their wings was a sign of ferocity and dominance. Cas would try to copy the other angels' behavior, as he was one of the younger fledglings. For the most part, Cas had fit in but his wings were well...different.

Not in a bad way. Cas' wings were jet black, a stark difference to the tans, browns and whites of the other angels. Cas remembered Gabriel's wings. They were a beautiful gold. Cas had been shy about his own wings, everyone would always whisper about them, but Gabriel would take his hand and tell him not to worry, and eventually Cas had gained some pride in them. But now, chained and beat, he was stripped of any pride he once had, thinking about what would happen if Dean were to see him like this.

"He'd think that you are disgusting," Bernael sneered, voicing Cas' fears, "Nothing more than a pet, a slut. Can you imagined what the Winchesters would think if they saw your wings, Castiel? They'd think that you're impure. Why are they black? Angel wings should be white and tawny. Even the Winchesters know that. They won't ever accept you, not truly,"

Bernael reached to his gag and ripped it off roughly, wanting a response. Cas could barely form a sentence with the tightness in his throat, the pounding in his head or his overall fear

"Sam and Dean love me," Cas choked out, but deep down, he knew Bernael's words were true. He could feel new tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Oh, baby brother, you have so much to learn. Can you not feel them? Have you not noticed a difference?"

"F-feel w-what?" Cas stuttered, anxious that Bernael knew something he didn't

The larger angel reached his hand towards Cas' neck. Cas imagined that he would wrap his hands around his throat and choke him, but his fingers curled around something that was attached to his neck instead; a chain. Bernael gave a brutal tug at the chain, pulling Cas forward, closer to him. He noticed for the first time, the cruel compression of metal tightly secured around his neck.

So Bernael had him collared like an animal. The thought of it made Cas' stomach churn.

"You don't feel," Bernael started again, "how your wings are protruding from your back just now? How they're physically present in this room?"

Cas went rigid. It was too late. The angel had already forced his wings into this plane of existence. Bernael must have done it while he was still unconscious. They were here, anybody could see them now, touch them…

Yes, he felt them now. Now, he was aware of how his wings hung limply from his back, the tips of feathers brushing slightly on the cold ground.

"No," Cas whimpered in a small voice, "p-please, not th-this. An-anything b-but th-this,"

Through the increased panic, it was becoming harder for Cas to form sentences. How could he have let this happen? How could he have ended up here?

Bernael walked behind Cas, where he could no longer see him or what he was doing. His breathing began to speed up uncontrollably. It was making him more dizzy than he already was. Cas attempted to calm his breathing but to no avail. He was helpless. Cas just wanted to wake up from this nightmare, to open his eyes to see Sam and Dean standing over him with concerned faces. Dean would be as close as possible, joking how he missed out on some five-star pie the hunter had eaten while Cas was asleep. Sam would have rolled his eyes to Dean's comment and the two siblings would bicker as Cas chuckled at the sight. It was warm and happy, and filled with unconditional love; a family. Cas held onto this image, to the only bright place he had left.

But this was just a lie he had created for himself. He was not there equals. They didn't love him and it was a family that Cas was not a part of. He was a pet. The last bit of light from the image faded away, leaving Cas back in reality, where he was chained, bleeding, and near hyperventilating. He zoned in on a voice coming from right behind him and realized that Bernael was speaking to him.

"I remember you from Heaven, you know. I used to watch you, you would follow Gabriel the Archangel, trying to grab at his feathers. He never got mad at you, even though us angels cherish our wings so greatly. You were just a child then, you still are, Heaven's youngest angel. But now you understand in completion what wings mean to an angel. That's why it's going to be so much fun to tear that away from you."

Cas knew he was shaking again. His breathing wasn't in control yet either. "P-please," he begged, knowing it wouldn't do him much good, but he had to try.

Like expected, Bernael did not comply. He only continued with his speech, breathing warm air onto the back of Cas' neck, "We adored you, Castiel. All of us. We took care of you, protected you. You were Heaven's jewel, even despite your wings. But look where you are now, you slut, cast out of Heaven for the sake of the Not-so-Righteous Man. Following his every order like the obedient pet that you are."

Cas' mind stopped. Stopped trying to think of an escape. Stopped trying to bring back happy memories. Stopped trying to distract him from what was happening. It just stopped. All he could comprehend was here and now. Nothing else. His pounding heart faded to background noise, yet at the same time it had become louder than ever. The sharpness of each increasing pain coincided with his throbbing body no longer registering to him. Just here and now, here and now. Just Bernael standing close behind him, all that was left of his self-respect was about to be ripped away from him. Here and now, here and now.

The dizziness was beginning to take control. Black spots besieged his vision until Cas could no longer see at all. His head had been emptied of all it's weight. He was terrified, but of what? What was it he was so scared of? In that moment, Cas couldn't even remember. He could feel his knees giving out and his body sagged as much as possible while still being chained above his head. Cas couldn't tell how long this lasted, how long his vision left him and he had but no clue as to what was happening. It was all just fear.

At last, his thoughts and senses returned to him slowly. Immediately, he pondered as to why when he collapsed, it hadn't sent a relapse of agony to his wrists, which were all that would be supporting the entirety of his weight. But as his awareness continued to come back, his question was answered as he felt large hands gripping tightly at his hips, holding him up. His vision began to clear and he saw Bernael standing in front of him again.

"You were breathing too fast, slut," he said plainly, "Are you afraid of me?"

What sort of question what that? It seemed so plain that Cas was scared to reply, incase it wasn't the answer Bernael wanted.

"Well?" Bernael pressed, impatient for a response while he crushed Cas' hips in his hands

"Yes!" he yelped and Bernael smiled

"You still haven't answered my other question, bitch,"

Cas looked at him in confusion, unsure as to which question he was referring to. Bernael released his grip on Cas, and the younger angel made sure to plant his feet on the ground properly so that it was his legs supporting him and not so much his wrists. Bernael moved back to where he had previously been standing behind him.

"So, little angel, ever have somebody touch your wings before?"

"Please," he begged breathlessly, "Please, don't do this. Please," the tears were streaming more steadily now, flowing rapidly down his cheeks.

Bernael spoke, ignoring as Cas continued to whimper and beg quietly. His body was shaking tremendously and his crying only made it worse, "You little whore. I bet you were waiting, hoping that one day Dean Winchester would be the one to touch you, take you. What a slut, aren't you? You never belonged in Heaven, slut. I'm the one who's going to take that from you. But don't worry. Dean can keep you when I'm done, if he even wants to look at you after seeing your wings and what a slut you really are."

He reached his hand out to Cas' trembling wings. At first, Cas' cries and whimpers loudened but it only took a couple of seconds before his body betrayed him and let out a moan. Cas hated himself for responding this way, but he couldn't help it. The feeling of hands stroking his feathers was better than anything Cas had ever imagined it would be. His crying and whimpering stopped. He was completely silent aside from the moans that escaped his lips. A few more seconds and the trembling had ceased almost entirely.

"Such a slut," he heard Bernael muse

And he was. This was wrong. This was so wrong, the way he was entirely helpless as his own brother touched his wings in ways that should not have happened, the way Cas wanted to think he wasn't enjoying it but there he was, moaning at the sensation. He deserved this, truly. He was ignorant to think he was ever above any of it. After all, this is where he belonged: at the mercy of somebody more worthy than himself.

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Okay, sorry, sorry, that wasn't even funny. Again help needed with inserting the picture (Ao3). The cover image on fanfiction is the one I'm talking about. Made by LianDD

I swear I will not abandon this story. Tell me your thoughts and stuff, I appreciate them. Or maybe just say hi, okay, I need to get some friends.

Oh! So somebody brought up that Dean's refusal to bring the angel blades was a little ooc and I realized they were right, so if you noticed this too, then I'm really sorry about that, but I promise to amend it in a later chapter with Dean.

Okay, yeah...I'm done, I'm done.

One more thing...sorry again about this chapter. Okay that's it. No more. I promise.