--Added per request as an extension to my E/O challenge drabble "The Weight" Enjoy!--

Good Graces

I was naked. I had been denied clothes since I had been here. Since I'd had to endure horrible tortures that shouldn't have befallen me. They shouldn't have hurt me. I didn't understand.

I was shivering. The cold had seeped into my very bones, freezing them solid. My fingers and toes were numb. Everything was numb. I couldn't feel anything. Pain. I felt pain. Horrible burning from the wounds the demons had inflicted. They made sure they'd hurt. The sigil I had carved into my own chest was white hot with agony. I was too weak to scream anymore. I could only lie here and whimper. So cold…

Shackles, nothing special. No strange alloy, no curses, spells or anything demonic was placed on them. I was human now. Vulnerable and at the world's mercy. It had no problem hurting me anymore.

I felt a hole in my chest, worse than the sigil I had inflicted on myself. Where they had ripped it out. My Grace…they tore out my grace…

The realization made me whimper more, shuddering in fear.

Everything around me was black. there was no such thing as the sun. No such thing as light, as warmth. Just this hell, just cold, just pain.

It was damp and cold. Where I had once been was another world, another life. It didn't exist here. God, how I begged for someone to help me. For someone to find me and save me. For my friends.

Praying was useless. What was I supposed to pray to? What was the point of praying to someone that had forsaken me over and over again. But it didn't stop me from wishing.

Please…someone help me…please…someone have mercy on me…

I was so weak. I couldn't move. I could only lie here and wait. Wait for death, for Hell. There was no possibility of getting into Heaven now.

A wave of horrible anguish welled over me, a strangled cry escaping my throat. I sobbed quietly, bone dry throat unable to make any louder sound.

Then I went blind. A light, so bright. So very, very bright shone across the room. It stung so very badly. I shrank away from it, shaking hard.

No more…no more…don't hurt me anymore…please, oh god, please…I can't take anymore…

I heard footsteps, quick and heavy, get louder as they came closer to me. I shook my head, whimpering and trying to form the words to beg.

And suddenly I was warm. So warm. Warm enough to scare me.

"Cas, it's okay, shh…" That voice. I know that voice. That voice is safety. "I got you. You're safe."

"Dean…" It was the only word I had managed to speak in at least a week. I hugged him. He was so warm.

"Cas, you're freezin'," Dean exclaimed, taking off his jacket and wrapping around my shoulders. I cried harder. "Shh, it's alright. You're safe now."


I buried my face in his chest, sobbing heavily.

"Hey, hey, shh…it's okay." He must've heard the chains rattle. He looked down at my bound wrists, frowning. "Hang on, Cas, hang on." He dug in his pocket, retrieving a paper clip. The small piece of aluminum clinked and ticked as if dug inside the lock. It wasn't long before the cuffs fell from my wrists with a clang.

I hugged him again, praying he wouldn't let me go.

"Shh…it's okay. We're gonna get out of here, okay?" He carefully hauled me up, taking me toward the burning light. I looked at the room behind me, whimpering.

"Don't look, Cas." He gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face back down. I shut my eyes tighter and tighter as the light's intensity grew. I whimpered again. "Just a little longer, Cas." His arms tightened around me to keep me standing. I grimaced in pain.

"Ow, ow…" I cried softly.

"I know. I know it hurts. It'll be alright. I'm sorry."

I sobbed and tried to wiggle away when unseen hands tried to take me away from him.

"Cas, Cas, it's alright! It's me, it's Sam!" My weak hands had no choice had no choice but to let Dean go and fall into Sam as he carried me up the small flight of stairs that led down to my prison.

Sam set me on the ground carefully. My knees touched the grass, warm sunlight on my back. I kept my face buried in my hands, the sun more like a monster than a friend. Dean knelt down in front of me, hugging me again. "It's alright, it's okay." He was saying. "You're out of there, now. It's okay. Shh…"

I was out. I was safe, I was safe! I started crying again.

Finding him was just on chance. It was a one in a million shot, and we found him. We'd followed omens, picking one trail out of a million to follow and found him in a hole in the ground. I didn't expect him to be like this either.

Naked, barely making a sound besides crying and whimpering, unable to stop shaking. I rubbed his shoulders under my jacket, trying to get him warm, soothing him softly. I looked up at my little brother.

He was staring down at Cas, eyes wide. His eyes shifted to me.

"Dean," he breathed before nodding to Cas again. I looked down at him, and gasped.

He was shaking like a leaf, covered in blood and black and blue bruises. He was pale, the same shade as milk. His eyes were swollen and puffy. Dark brown circles the color of bruises were under them, his lids a lavender color.

The carvings in his skin were professionally done. And the only reason I knew that was because I'd done it to other people before.

"Okay, Cas, you ready to get outta here?" He nodded quickly, whimpering frantically. "Okay, okay, let's go. Let's get out of here, okay? It's alright."

Bobby started the van and Sam tried to help me take him to it. But Cas didn't want more than one person touching him right now. He clung to me as tight as his weak muscles would allow, shaking his head when Sam tried to touch him, sobbing against me.

"Okay, okay, Cas, it's alright. Shh…You're alright. We're goin', we're goin."

I looked at Sam again, wondering what the hell had happened, and what the hell we were going to do.

His eyes were asking me the same questions.

--More soon!--