"Good. You're awake." Cas raised his eyes to the door, his eyes still glazed over with sleep. A harsh light clicked on, and Cas scrambled to sit up. This time he could, or at least his muscles didn't scream in protest. He squinted up at the silhouette who stood in front of him. From what he could see, it was a man, possibly in his twenties. When his eyes adjusted it was easier to tell he wore all leather: pants, vest, and all. A glance at his feet revealed sharply studded boots, like one inch spikes. His hair slightly longer than Sam's, but oily, and he wore thick sunglasses that blocked his eyes. It was bright enough for him to need them. Tatoos rippled across his bare arms."Well, looks like I get you first, so I'll get to be the one to break you in." He grinned in a twisted way that made Cas feel sick about what would come next. "Let's have some fun."
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Pray for Me
FanfictionWARNING: mild elements of kidnapping- may trigger some trauma survivors
