Castiel screamed as the pain racheted through his over-wrought nerves....Alastair's face hovered above him, a twisted grin turning his lips. He loved his work and it showed....

"Poor little angel...not so tough without your Grace, are you...." he said, the malice in his tone lending a hiss to his voice. He held up the vial in front of the angel's terror struck face, a eerie, ethereal light played briefly on the angel's features before Alastair tucked the vial back away for safe keeping....

Tears streamed from Castiel's sapphire blue eyes, flowing heavily down his blood and sweat glazed face....he was shut off from the Father...he had never felt so alone...so vulnerable....he had thought about Falling before...of living in the mortal world, but, he simply could not bring himself to leave all that he had ever known behind....Alastair had changed all that...he had taken the right to choose for himself away....Alastair had been waiting for him, knowing how closely he watched his current human charge, the man he had saved from damnation itself…Dean Winchester. Alastair had waited for the perfect moment...the perfect opportunity...he didn't have to wait long before it finally came...Castiel was observing Dean, his attention focused entirely on his charge, oblivious to what was happening around him.....Alastair was upon him before he could react. He plunged his hand into Castiel's angelic form, through his host's body...Alastair gripped his Grace and ripped it from him savagely....Castiel fell to his knees...gasping...unable to transubstantiate himself away to safety. He was locked into his human host. He tried to cry out, but the words would not come. His pain was far more than physical, it was spiritual as well. The overarching warmth and love of his Father was gone in an instant, leaving Castiel unable to breathe....he collapsed forward, his host's body making contact with the hard, wet ground. The loss of his Grace was too much for him to bear. He fell willingly into the abyss of unconsciousness....

He had awoken to Alastair's jackal-like grin hovering over him ...Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the blinding light above him. He was restrained…naked...Helpless and all alone....There would be no salvation for him....Grief took hold of him and he wept tears of abject terror and hopelessness....

Alastair's booming laughter echoed through the room, echoing through Castiel's mind. "Castiel....so good to finally meet you.....I've been waiting far too long to meet you....I have such delicious plans for you, now that you have no one perching on your shoulder and keeping you safe....It gives me such an immense sense of pleasure to have the rare opportunity I have with you...."

For the first time in his long existence, Castiel felt real fear....Silently he prayed to his Father, but he could no longer hear an answer....

Alastair lifted a terrible, sharp blade from the metal table just behind him....he watched it glint brightly in the glare of the light for a moment, fascinated....He turn his cold gaze to Castiel....

"I do so love my work..." he said, his malevolent tone stirring terrible fear beneath Castiel's breast…He brought blade down with surgical precision....piercing Castiel's skin.....drawing the terrible blade through the tenderest pieces of flesh....each cut eliciting a piercing scream from Castiel…his body jerking harshly against the binding restraints, muscle locked in screaming agony...Alastair paused at length, savoring the pain-racked utterances…he waited until he heard the quiet sobs that shook the angel's aching body in between the wounds his inflicted before moving on...there was no need to rush…he had all the time in the world to enjoy the delicious hurt he could inflict upon the body displayed before him…

Castiel's eyes burned, too dry to produce tears any longer...his eyes filled with utter hopelessness...He found he could no longer scream any more…time seemed to stretch on indeterminately…he could only wait with anticipation and fear for the next time the exquisitely acute pain would sear through him, ravaging his torn body once again, burning a path of white-hot pain through his senses…he cried out inside in desperation and terror…

'Father....save me....' he whispered as the blade arched gracefully down toward him once again....he gasped in a silent sob as despair filled his aching soul.....