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Castiel glared up into the harsh light that was shone down on the ring, his hands trembling by his sides in confusion. He was almost blind because of the sudden power of light and he whimpered shakily. This couldn't be happening...
"Get up, you little rat!" A girl snarled, and Cas looked around blindly to try and sense were that girl was. Maybe they could get out off this and run back home to... to his mother. Maybe they could still flee from this nightmare.
Two hands, big and rough, grabbed Cas by his armpits and simply pulled him back up on his legs, smacking him on the back with a sadistic laugh before pulling its hands away. Castiel could see a little better now, although his mind was blurry. He could see the silluette of a girl, whose eyes were dark and she seemed to be maybe two or three years older than Cas.
"Aren't you gonna do something?" The girl spoke again, her voice tense and irritated, like a mother whose kid didn't want to behave.
Cas squinted his eyes and whimpered quietly.
"W-what?"
The question sent the crowd into loud laughter and the sounds cut into Cas' ears like razors. He was about to ask again, when he felt a hard hand smacking him across the face.
Castiel stumbled back in shock, whimpering to himself as he watched the girl throw herself at him. She wasn't going to leave him alone, and something in the young boy's mind told him that if he didn't strike back he could kiss his life goodbye. Cas could taste blood in his mouth and he gritted his teeth before he attacked the girl.
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Dean honestly doubted that the boy would survive even ten minutes against Lisa. He had seen her in action, how she blinded the boys and girls by pushing their eyes in rawly with her thumbs, how she strangled them and stomped on their heads with her blood covered boots. Dean heard his fellow demons whisper, giving their bets. Lisa was the favorite. She would be a good Queen of hell. She would give birth to good looking kids. She would love having her pussy fed by the Knight of hell.
But now...
Dean saw something he couldn't even imagine. Something in the boy sparkles to life, like an old lighter, and he kicked the girls legs, he took her punches like a man, he pulled her down, hit her all over the chest and stomach, which surely caused damage to her liver and lungs. The boy was bleeding from his mouth, his nose almost looking as if it was broken, and he was dirty from rolling around on the ground to try and slip away from Lisa whom had seemed to give up.
Dean's eyes shifted in pitch black, and a dark grin spread over his face as he watched from his high seat. The demons that had placed their bets on Lisa - which was kinda much all of them - looked at the fight in shock, and hadn't even the nerves to scream at the girl to fight back.
She stumbled, she hit, she got pushed and hit her head against the floor. A crack was heard and then it all went silent. Everyone except the boy knew what this meant, and the air was so tense that you could touch it. The human was standing there, weak, bleeding from his mouth and nose, his eyes wide with fear as he continued to stare at the girl. He hoped she would get up. He almost wanted her to stand up and hit him, or at least show some kind of proof that she wasn't gone. That she hadn't left him in the destiny of the monster's. Leaving him in their cruel hands...
Dean tapped his armrest before he stood up with a small sigh, bored with the silence. Everyone turned around to look at him, and Dean meet the boy's eyes for a split second before Dean turned to look at his brother. Those eyes, those remarkable blue eyes...
"Sam. Send him to my room. We got my bride."