Dean was wandering through the aisles of the police station. He had no idea where to find Cas, but fortunately a helpful police officer walked his direction.
“What are you doing here? You can’t just walk around here” he said a little mad.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Castiel Novak. They said it was okay, but now I’m kind of lost” Dean explained.
The officer sighed. “Actually Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to have prisoners” he started. “But since he’s being transferred tomorrow morning, I suppose it can’t hurt”
The officer explained where Cas’ cell was. “Usually we bring the prisoner to the visiting room, but in Novak’s case, we’d prefer to keep him behind bars as long as possible” He walked Dean around a few corners and then finally stopped at an aisle.
“Go ahead” he nodded. “I’ll be staying here. Please, make it quick. I’m breaking a lot of rules here” Dean promised he’d hurry and he ran through the aisle until he found the cell Cas was locked in. Cas was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his legs stretched and his head hanging sideward. He looked really pale and he sweated.
“Cas?” Dean whispered.
Cas didn’t react.
“Cas!” Dean called. When Cas maintained his lifeless position Dean turned to the police officer. “I think something’s wrong”
The officer walked to the cell and opened it.
“Get up, Novak. You’re friend’s here” he said and he kicked Cas’ leg softly. Cas still didn’t show any sign of life and so the officer kneeled. “Novak, stop playing games” he said sharp and threatening.
Cas slowly opened his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked weak.
“That’s what I’d like to know” Dean replied obvious.
“Dean” Cas smiled breathless. “You came” He frowned and he touched his belly. When he withdrew his hands they were covered in blood.
“What the hell?” Dean slightly panicked.
The officer lifted up Cas’ camisa and revealed an image one doesn’t get to see every day. Cas’ entire upper body was pierced with razor blades.