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[ofthursday]

Who: Castiel, Meg, and Silva
What: Silva and Meg have unfinished business, and Castiel is just incredibly unfortunate
When: Friday, December 6th
Where: Out in the town, elsewhere
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence and probably language

Castiel managed to escape the Castle that morning with only minimal kissing, and decided it was a good day to go exploring the town a bit more. He had no desire to fight with mistletoe and was overdue to find out more about this place anyway, so even though he really wasn't fond of the cold Castiel had set out to look around.

It's been a few hours and he's stopped at a few shops, found a snack, and continued on to the arts district to check out the church. It's beautiful but doesn't hold his interest for a particularly long time and so he continues, wandering around and just watching people go by, still exploring but more aimlessly than before.

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[hasmommyissues]

[ He looks down at the blood on his shoes and gives a look of disgust.]

Oh I can take the interference in my affairs ... But a man who disrespects Armarni?

[He rolls Castiel onto his front and stands over him. The knife in his hand. Silva shoots him a look before plunging the knife deep into his shoulder. He didn't want to kill the man who... How would he be able to see his "friend" suffer otherwise?

He sighs before going over to the table again. This time to pick up an iron pipe.]

[putuporshutup]

[Meg watches in horror as their captor stabs Castiel, a pained, strangled cry of Clarence escaping her involuntarily. She reaches out, desperately clawing, at Silva curling her fingers to no avail.

She looked up, desperately willing the devil's trap to break somehow, and fails to notice Silva coming at her with the pipe.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel watches Silva as he rolls him over, putting up little fight despite how much he wants to; his body keeps alternating between responding and feeling like dead weight. The knife plunges into his shoulder and he gasps silently, curling his fingers against the floor of the warehouse, hearing Meg's voice and wanting to help but unable to move through the pain.]

[hasmommyissues]

[ "Clarence"? ... Well that was unexpected. Silva raises his eyebrows before chuckling to himself.

At least he's getting the reaction he wants ...anguish, heartbreak ... Maybe even regret?

He stands over megs body and begins to press the iron pipe against her throat. He looks her in the eye as it starts to burn.]

[putuporshutup]

[She writhes desperately underneath the weight of the pipe and the burning sensation of the iron against her skin, her salt-caked throat silencing the scream that rips its way out of her voluntarily.

Her head is turned towards Cas, and a single treacherous tear trickles down her cheek as she watches the blood pooling beneath his injured shoulder. Another silent sob wracks her body as she struggles to push Silva off of her, kicking and twisting as hard as she can with her powers bound inside the trap.

She wants to scream at him to do whatever he wants to her, she can take it. To leave Cas alone, that he's no part of this. But she's not stupid. She knows he's there to add to her own misery. Guilt like she hasn't felt in centuries weighs on her heavier than the weight of the iron pipe crushing against her throat, and all that she manages is an indignant grunt.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel's eyes are tightly shut as he tries to fight off lightheadedness and pain that seems to be coming from everywhere, gathering his will to try to figure out what to do. When he opens his eyes they catch Meg's, and the sight of the tear and Silva on top of her makes something twist in his chest, and suddenly he's moving again as his mind remembers its stronger than his body.

He reaches to grab the hilt of the knife still sticking out of his shoulder, pulling it out in one determined motion accompanied by the sound of metal scraping on bone. It's agonizing and his stomach lurches nauseatingly as he shoves himself up onto his knees, blood dripping onto the floor from the new wound as well as the old ones, but he ignores it all to throw the weapon as hard as he can manage at Silva. He's normally stronger, and his aim steadier, but even a glancing blow would be better than nothing.]

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva stops for a moment as the knife lands just next to him. He laughs at the weak pathetic attempt to stop him.

He drops the pipe and turns to address Castiel.]

Why thank you so much ... I do appreciate the suggestion.

[ And on that note he plunges the knife into her right leg. He keeps it in and begins twisting ... Slowly.]

[putuporshutup]

[Meg cringes as the knife sinks into her, wheezing through her dried-up, closed off airway. Her whole body tenses as he twists the knife. It's still nothing like the worst hell had to offer - just your basic stab wound, even with the little twist he threw in. She was just glad it was her and not Cas.

People did seem to come back if they died here, but James hadn't, and she couldn't help wondering if Silva had figured something out. Panic set in at the mere idea of being separated from Cas again, and she looked over at him pleadingly, silently begging him to run, to flee to get himself out of danger. She could play this game with Silva all day, but she couldn't handle the idea of losing him.]

[ofthursday]

[Well that was pathetic, and embarrassing, especially for someone that prides themselves on their skill with bladed weapons. He clenches his jaw, wishing he could speak so he could throw taunts and attempt to draw attention back to himself, but he can't do much other than catch Meg's gaze and give a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of his head.

He considers trying to grab the pipe, or go after Silva with his hands, but he's losing blood and blackness keeps threatening to invade his vision. His eyes flutter as he supports himself on his hands, but suddenly his mind clears again as he thinks of something, and he tilts his head upward.

The devil's trap. If he can break it, Meg will be entirely capable of overpowering Silva despite her injuries, and that would do them all a lot more good than just offering tiny distractions. It's too far for him to reach, but he has an idea, and with great effort he ignores Silva and Meg and just dips his fingers into the hole in his shoulder to dig out blood to gather in his palm.]

[hasmommyissues]

[ Silva takes the knife out and starts waving it about. He's deciding where to stick it next. He settles on slowly plunging it in her side.]

Tell me darling ... Are you starting to take me more seriously now?

[putuporshutup]

[At his head shake, Meg's heart sinks. Of course not. Cas was more stubborn than anyone she'd ever met. She loved it and hated it about him - currently, she was hating it. She just wanted Cas safe. But something about the curious, determined look in his eye as he glanced up at the devil's trap warmed her heart a little. He always was clever like that.

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew she had to keep Silva's attention on her. She struggled and turned up the theatrics, letting her tears flow freely as the knife slid into her side. When he spoke, she looked frightened for a moment for him, playing into his game, giving him the pain he wanted to see.

When the knife was almost to the hilt, Meg moved quickly, maneuvering and taking hold of the knife. Her expression changed instantaneously to a delighted grin and she twisted the hilt herself, barely managing to whisper:]

I'll never take you seriously, you pompous douchebag.

[She spat salt in his face, glaring up at him defiantly.]

[ofthursday]

[Meg provides distraction as Castiel gathers the blood he needs--he can't risk failing as he won't get a second try, so he needs as much blood as he can get--and tries to ignore her crying as he hopes it's an act. When she grabs the knife and taunts Silva, Castiel moves, lurching upright to his feet and flicking his wrist sharply, sending a spray of blood across one of the lines of the trap.

He knows from experience that even the small disruption is more than enough to break the hold, and a faint, almost hysterical smile tugs at the corner of his mouth before his strength finally gives out. His vision goes black and he collapses, unconscious, back to the floor, his last waking thought a hope that Meg will give Silva what he deserves.]

[hasmommyissues]

[ A sour look shoots across his face before he punched her right... Oh he did not like that.]

Wrong answer.

Dear me you really should get your lady under control Mr Castiel.

[ He's still looking at Meg when he speaks ... Savoring her looks of anguish. Castiel isn't that interesting to him anymore.]

[putuporshutup]

[He should have been paying attention to Cas, because as soon as the blood spatters across the lines of the devil's trap, Meg is free. She cringes inwardly when he passes out and hits the ground, but she's silently thanking him as she takes the punch in the face like it's nothing, smiling back and spitting blood in his general direction and pushing him backwards with her full strength.

She'd turn him inside out and show him his own insides some other time so he could learn what real torture was; right now she needed to get help for poor Castiel. Another pang of guilt ripped at her heartstrings, but her rage overtook it and she pulled herself up to her feet, pinning silva to the ground and choking off his airway with a clench of her fist.]

He [She nods sideways at Castiel's unconscious form as she circles Silva and tightens her fist, almost completely cutting off his trachea.] knows how to control me just fine. You, on the other hand [She laughs] just took a perfectly good truce and earned yourself one hell of an enemy.

[She releases his throat before stooping down and grabbing him by his shirt, dragging him up to her eye level. Her throat is still burning with the salt and her voice is strained, but she manages to get out what she wanted to say.]

You and me, we'll chat again sometime. And knowing Cas as well as I do, I'm guessing he might want in on it, too. You have no idea who you just tangled with, slick. Why don't you mull that over while you're running scared? [She lets out a delighted, hoarse giggle.] Tell ya what? I'll even give you a head start.

[With that, she sends him flying, slamming him against the wall. Trust, she wishes she could just post up and give him a day in the life on the rack, but that would have to wait for now.

She turns on her heel and rushes to Castiel's side, kneeling down and cupping his face with her hands. She pats his cheek lightly, trying to get him to come to, all the while murmuring in a low, strained tone.]

Come on, Cas. We gotta get you up and get you some help. [Tears well up in her eyes again, completely genuine this time. She hastily swipes at them with her coat sleeve before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to his temple and whispering,]

I am so sorry you got dragged into this.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel is completely unaware of Meg and Silva, unmoving until Meg begins trying to awaken him, and again it's the sound of her voice that draws him back to consciousness. His eyes are hazy and dull but they do focus on Meg after she pulls back from kissing him on the temple, though he can't manage much more response than moving his uninjured arm so that he can brush his fingers against her knee.

The communication is silent and limited, but still clear enough; he's okay, worry about making sure Silva isn't going to come at them again and that Meg herself is alright to be up.]

[hasmommyissues]

[All Silva can do is look shocked as within the blink of an eye she is on top of him.

He under-estimated Castiel. His bait clearly had more heart then he originally thought.

As he flys through the air landing with a thud. All he can do is pick himself up and stagger out of the warehouse quickly. Her sentiment for the other man would clearly allow him a quick getaway.]

Fin.

[putuporshutup]

[Meg looks over her shoudler as Silva runs out the door, happy to be rid of him even if it meant letting him go.

Cas is clearly in bad shape, and all she wants is to get him back to the castle and make sure he's okay. She gingerly helps him up, carefully keeping his injured arm still and trying to keep the jostling to a minimum.

It would be a long walk, but she'd get him there. She had to.]