Trapped: Whumptober Day 2 (Supernatural)
Some Cas whump for @whumptober today from a prompt I got from JaneWick77 on Ao3
Prompt: “Nowhere to Run” (cornered, confrontation)
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Castiel
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Masterpost
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It always seemed that the worst things happened in abandoned warehouses. It turned out that this incident was no exception.
Of course, Castiel had already suspected it would be a trap—they all had—but there had been little choice but to check it out. Any lead on something to kill Abaddon, no matter how suspicious the tip might be. And since Sam was practically bedridden at the moment due to the toll the Trials were taking on his body, it was up to Castiel to see to this himself.
He inspected the outside of the warehouse, unable to determine if it was a trap or not. He sighed. There was nothing for it but to go in, he supposed.
His phone rang, startling Castiel slightly in the silence and he fumbled it out of his pocket.
"Hello?"
"Clarence, it's me," Meg's voice came over the line.
"Meg," Castiel greeted. "How is the search going on your end?"
"Not great," the demon replied. "But I haven't finished following all my leads yet. I just called to warn you that Abaddon was reported to be on the move; somewhere around the area you're searching."
Castiel pressed his lips into a thin line. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Be careful, alright?" Meg huffed and ended the call before he could tell her the same.
Castiel put his phone away and allowed his blade to slide down his sleeve as he opened the door. It creaked and he stepped inside.
There was a sudden, mechanical snap, as something closed around his right ankle. Agony tore up his leg instantly.
Castiel cried out, stumbling further into the warehouse and collapsing to hands and knees, staring at the thing that had caught him.
A bear trap, carved with sigils that would hold him, when he reached out to try and pry the jaws open, the sigils flared to life, and only seemed to dig harder into his flesh.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a cruelly teasing voice sounded, as a figure stepped through the door, standing over the fallen angel. "A little bird caught in my trap?"
"Abaddon," Castiel growled, making to climb to his feet again, raising his blade.
The Knight of Hell simply smirked, and leaned over to yank the chain attached to the beartrap, effectively tugging Castiel off of his feet and sending a wave of agony through his leg as he was slammed flat to the ground.
Abaddon's foot ground into his wrist, trapping his blade hand.
"What's the matter? Trying to run away from our date already? And after all the preparations I did just for you. How about a little romantic lighting?"
She snapped her fingers and a ring of holy fire flared up around them, causing Castiel's eyes to widen. He must have missed the oil on the ground as well.
Abaddon leaned over and wrenched the angel blade from his hand before stepping on his chest, pushing him firmly onto his back.
"Now then, Castiel, let's get to know each other a little better, shall we?"
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"Cas is in trouble."
Dean was conflicted, staring at the demon who had shown up on their doorstep. "What the hell are you even doing here, Meg?" he asked gruffly.
Meg's face looked annoyed as she folded her arms across her chest. "What does that matter? I'm here to tell you that your good friend, Castiel, has gotten himself into trouble—again."
"He was just looking into something—"
"Yes, in the exact area Abaddon has decided to take a walkabout in today," Meg said. "You knew it was a trap to begin with, didn't you?" she demanded.
Dean ran a hand over his face. "Does Abaddon have him?"
"I don't know, but if she doesn't yet, she's looking for whoever is going to show up at that warehouse today, and I'm sure she's ready."
"Dean, if Cas is in trouble, we should go provide backup at least."
Dean glanced over his shoulder quickly as Sam staggered into view, holding a blanket around his shoulders.
"Sammy, I told you to go rest."
"I'm feeling better," Sam blatantly lied as he muffled a cough. "Anyway, I tracked Cas' phone. He hasn't moved from that warehouse for the last hour."
"That's about the last time I was able to get ahold of him," Meg corroborated grimly. "This doesn't look good, boys."
Dean's stomach twisted, but before he could reply, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, and was relieved to see Cas on the caller ID. He showed it to the others. "There he is now." He answered the call. "Hey, Cas, was it a bust?"
"Hello, Dean."
Dean froze at the voice that obviously wasn't Cas's. Meg and Sam seemed to recognize the instant change in his demeanor and Meg swore under her breath.
"Abaddon," Dean growled.
"Correct," the Knight of Hell said, a smirk in her voice. "But don't worry, Cas is here too." A muffled grunt was heard through the phone and Dean clenched his fists.
"What the hell did you do to him, you bitch?" he demanded.
"Nothing yet—nothing permanent, anyway," Abaddon told him. "But that will change if you don't do what I ask."
"What do you want?" Dean growled.
"The key and the location to the bunker, Dean," the demon told him. "If I don't have those within the hour, I'm going to take your favorite pet angel and flambé his wings in holy fire."
Dean's hand tightened around the phone. "Listen—"
"No, you listen," Abaddon snapped. "One hour, Dean. You better bring the key."
The call ended and Dean gritted his teeth as he pulled it away from his ear. "Son of a bitch."
"Congratulations, you're gonna get Cas killed now," Meg snapped.
"You could have gone there to help him instead of coming here first," Dean shot back.
"And what, face Abaddon alone?" Meg demanded. "Need I remind you we're literally looking for a way to kill her? Together we might have a chance to distract her long enough to get Cas free but only if we work out a solid plan first."
"She's right, Dean," Sam said, already on the move. "Let's grab a couple things and head out."
"Sammy, you're not going anywhere," Dean snapped.
"You have any other backup?" the younger brother asked wryly.
Dean sighed and turned back to Meg. "Alright, what did you have in mind?"
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Abaddon smirked as she ended the call. "Not to make you lose hope already, but it doesn't sound like they're really ready to come out here and trade you for that key," she said.
Castiel just glowered back from where he crouched on the ground, hands now manacled behind him as well.
Abaddon tossed his phone aside and slowly lowered her foot down onto the beartrap. Castiel gritted his teeth as she pressed it deeper into his flesh. "I might as well have my fun while I wait. After all, I only promised not to burn you alive. It's been a while since I've had an angel at my mercy. And such a handsome one at that too."
Castiel rolled his eyes as she leaned over. Abaddon grabbed his chin with her pointed red fingernails and wrenched him back around to face her. "What's the matter? I'm not your type?"
"Not really," Castiel muttered.
Abaddon smirked, running her hand mockingly up through his hair. "I don't really believe that. See, I happen to know you have a soft spot for a specific demon. You're not the pious angel you pretend to be, Castiel."
Cas glowered, wondering the last time he had pretended that, but refused to give her anything. He wouldn't bring Meg into this.
"Don't want to share grade school crushes? Fine." Abaddon said and backhanded him across the face so hard he toppled to one side and the Knight of Hell straddled him, his own angel blade pressed up under his chin. "Let's get to know each other then, shall we? I bet you have all kinds of interesting things to tell me."
She pushed his head back and trailed her fingers almost teasingly down his throat before slowly pulling his tie loose, then methodically snipped each of the buttons on his shirt until she could pull his shirt open. Abaddon made an interested sound, running her fingers over the warding tattooed on his ribs.
"Hiding yourself from the angels too, then? I guess it's just one less contingency I have to worry about coming for you."
"If you think the Winchesters will give up their key—"
"Oh, I don't know," Abaddon said sweetly as she teased the tip of the angel blade down his chest. "I can be pretty convincing when I want to be. And anyway." She left it pressing warningly into the tattooed warding. "If you prove to be too difficult, I can always call your former employers to come and pick you up."
Castiel's stomach twisted slightly at that suggestion, unwanted reminders of Naomi's drills boring in his head, but he still glowered at Abaddon.
The Knight of Hell sighed. "Not very talkative? Maybe you'd be more inclined to scream for me."
She moved like a flash and drove the angel blade through his shoulder. Castiel let out a surprised cry of pain as flesh parted around the angelic steel.
"That's better," Abaddon said, a cruel smile twisting her red lips as she torqued the blade and gained another scream from the angel.
"Now, how about you tell me some things I want to know about the Winchesters?"
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"It's right up here," Sam said.
Meg leaned over the seat from where she sat in the back of the Impala, watching as the warehouse came into view. "I can sense Cas inside," she said. "Abaddon too."
Dean swore under his breath. "Any other demons around?"
"Not that I can tell at the moment," Meg replied. "But be on the lookout."
"And you're sure this plan will work?" Dean grunted as he parked a little bit away from the warehouse.
"Does it look like we have another choice?" Meg raised an eyebrow. "I'm just interested in getting Cas out of there in one piece. If you're scared, you don't have to come."
Dean glowered at her as he got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. "Sammy, stay in the car."
"Dean, come on," Sam protested, already getting out, even as his legs shook.
"You can't shoot straight, sit down," Dean told him and opened the trunk, grabbing their stuff. "Let's do this."
Meg nodded and clutched her angel blade, following him toward the warehouse.
The door was slightly ajar and Dean pushed on it cautiously before he and Meg went through.
Meg was not happy at the sight that greeted them. Cas slumped on the floor in the center of a circle of holy fire, one leg caught in a beartrap, blood covering his torso, culminating from a stab wound to the shoulder.
Abaddon stood behind him, one hand clutched in Castiel's hair while the other held his own blade to his throat.
"About time you showed up. Though I can't say I'm not a little disappointed. Castiel and I were just getting to know each other," the Knight of Hell smirked and mockingly caressed the angel's face, making him pull a disgusted look.
Meg felt fury boil up in her. "Hands off, bitch."
Abaddon looked amused. "See, Cas? I told you she was sweet on you. Alright, sweetheart, how about you and Dean hand over that key and I don't slit your boyfriend's throat?"
Meg glowered and took a step forward, but Dean grabbed her shoulder to hold her back. "Easy," he warned.
Meg huffed and glanced up at the hunter. He gave an imperceptible nod and she folded her arms across her chest.
"Put the fire out and then we'll talk," Dean said.
"You think you're in any state to make demands?" Abaddon asked with a sweet smile as she pressed harder against Cas's throat with the blade. "Let me see the key first, Dean."
Dean glowered and reached into his pocket to pull out the box. He slid it open and presented the key to the bunker.
"Happy? Let's make the exchange then."
Abaddon hummed in approval and dropped Cas, stepping through the flames as they parted for her.
Meg wasted no time as Abaddon stepped forward, grabbing a bag of sand from nearby and throwing it across the flames before rushing toward Cas.
"You really can't stop getting into trouble, can you, Clarence?" she asked.
"Meg," Cas grunted, then gasped as she turned to the beartrap, wincing at the damage it had done to his ankle.
"Later, okay?" Meg said, shooting him a quick smile. "Let's get you out of here."
She pried the bear trap apart and Cas let out a barely bitten off cry, slumping back against the ground. Meg grabbed his uninjured arm, and heaved him up as Cas leaned on her heavily.
"Genuine article," Dean was saying to Abaddon as she inspected the key before Dean handed it over. "Can you at least give us a couple hours to grab our crap before you evict us?"
"Maybe if I'm feeling generous," Abaddon said. "Which, frankly, I'm not really in the mood."
The door to the warehouse slammed shut, and Meg swore.
"I thought we had a deal," Dean snarled.
Abaddon smirked. "What made you think I'd let you go, lover? Don't you think it's time you and I get to know each other a little more intimately?"
There was a spark in her hand and Dean shoved Meg and Cas backwards as the key in the box exploded.
Abaddon screamed as her entire arm and part of her face was blown off.
"GO!" Dean shouted as they rushed for the door.
"You little—" Abaddon chased after them, only to stop outside the door where Sam had been busy painting a devil's trap. Abaddon glowered, bloody and furious as they made their escape, Cas limping along with Meg's help. "You won't get away with this! I'll find your little hideaway and I'll rip out your guts like I did to all those other Men of Letters!"
"Oh, shut up," Meg snapped as she helped Cas into the car.
Sam quickly handed her the first aid kit and then climbed back in as Dean started the Impala and screeched away.
"That was closer than I would have liked," Meg muttered.
"It worked," Dean said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "How are you doing, Cas?"
The angel grunted. "Could be better, I'll recover though."
Meg rummaged through the medical supplies and came up with a wad of gauze that she shoved against Cas's shoulder. He gritted his teeth.
"Looks like it's my turn to patch you up, now, Clarence," Meg told him with a coy smile as she let her free hand rest pointedly on his bared chest.
The angel glanced away a bit bashfully and cleared his throat.
Dean rolled his eyes in the rearview mirror as Sam grinned. "Can you at least save the make-out session until we get back to the bunker?" the older brother grunted.
"I suppose," Meg said teasingly, making Cas's face go hot as he opened his mouth, unable to say whatever he had been planning to. Meg pressed against the wound in his shoulder again and he winced instead. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, angel."
Cas offered a small smile and settled in as Meg continued her ministrations.
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