WARNING: This story will contain rape. If you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read.


The rain was coming down heavy as Sam and Dean Winchester climbed the tall Iron Gate at the front of Elmwood Cemetery. They had found out where their latest ghost's bones were buried and were glad that the job was nearly over. It had been a tough case to work, especially since they were in a small country town in the middle of nowhere and the locals wouldn't help you if you paid them. If it hadn't been for Castiel, the hunters would never have gotten the information they needed to nail the bad guy.

They trudged through the mud, checking every headstone as they went, until finally Sam literally stumbled into the grave they had been searching for. Just as they were about to start digging, there was a sudden rush of air behind them. They turned to look in the direction of the wind and saw Castiel standing in front of them. Without warning the angel placed his hands on each of the boys' chests and recited an incantation in a language neither Sam nor Dean had heard before. In that moment the brothers felt a sharp pain pass through their bodies. The pain only lasted an instant but the shock left both men slightly dazed, Dean swaying on the spot and Sam reaching out to grab hold of the nearest headstone to steady himself.

"What the hell Cas?" Dean yelled once he had regained some composure. Sam gave Dean a side wards glance before the angel answered the question.

"Zachariah has every angel under his control searching for you. I have carved a number of protection symbols into your ribs. This will blind heaven's eyes to your whereabouts. " Castiel replied in his usual monotone voice.

"Well you could have warned us." Sam said, rubbing his chest in a wounded fashion.

"I am sorry Sam. As I am an angel I too will be blinded. If you need to get in contact with me I have purchased a cell phone. Here is the number." Castiel handed Dean a piece of paper with the digits scrawled on it.

"Wow, an angel using a cell phone. Never thought I'd see the day" Dean laughed as he studied the numbers, memorizing them. "Thanks Cas" he added as he passed the paper over to Sam to memorize. Castiel gave the men a stiff nod, and then vanished.

"He has the worst timing." Dean said, more to himself than to Sam. Sam folded the paper and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans then along with his brother, turned back to the grave and to the task at hand.

Sam and Dean had been digging for half an hour and were nearly deep enough to uncover the coffin. They were both covered in sweat and mud and the rain was pouring continuously with no signs of slowing down. It was because of the sheer lack of visibility due to the torrential rain, that neither one of the hunters saw or heard the two police troopers approach. Suddenly Dean felt an unexpected hard crack to his left shoulder, delivered by the larger of the two troopers. Dean, who had no idea what was going on, spun around with lightning speed and swung a punch at the offending baton that he had been hit with. He missed his intended target but quickly followed it up with a second punch that caught the police trooper in the leg, causing him to fall to his knees.

Sam had heard the scuffle and had dragged himself out of the grave only to come face to face with a 45 glock and an angry looking man holding it. He dropped his shovel and put his hands in the air, not exactly sure what was happening. It was then that he heard his brother cry out in agony. Looking over to where Dean had been standing, Sam saw his brother laying on the wet, muddy ground convulsing. The trooper Dean had been wrestling with had fired his tazer and was now watching the man in front of him scream, a smirk forming on his lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam shouted, inching towards his brother.

"Don't move!" the trooper with the gun ordered once he realized that Sam was moving towards his brother.

"Please stop…what do you want man? Just stop shocking him….PLEASE!" Sam begged with the cops, his muscles tensing at watching Dean's body quiver and scream in pain. The trooper with the tazer looked at Sam for a moment, then back at Dean, who was starting to turn red with exertion. He gave the tazer one more blast of juice then shut it off. Dean instantly stopped shaking, desperately trying to catch his breath. He was exhausted and confused and he tried to stay awake but he lost the battle and slipped into unconsciousness.

"You boys are in serious trouble."The trooper said as he rifled through Dean's pockets as he lay, motionless on the ground.