Dean could feel the bruises already forming when the branch was released from his back, pain lancing up his body and making him hiss as he forced one arm into the water, digging it into the dirt to keep himself up as the other one clasped at his chest, attempting to relieve the pain that ached through him.

Castiel was by his side almost instantly, sloshing through the water and grabbing tightly onto Dean, pulling him up into his arms and holding him tightly, his eyes squeezed shut with fear and relief, heavy breath escaping him. It sent pain through Dean's spine, but he hugged just as tightly back, his gaze flickering back and forth, the guns of the enemy pointed at them in warning, though neither of them even dared tried to escape.

"You those escapees from camp?" One man asked, his voice slurred in that familiar accent as he nudged at Castiel with the tip of his gun. Dean growled, pulling Castiel a little to the side, his eyes darting back and forth as if daring anyone to get too close.

"Think they're the queer ones," Another enemy soldier pointed out with interest, lowering his gun with narrowed eyes. His accent was slightly different, sharper than the others. He rambled off foreign words to the other enemies, Dean watching as each one had a grin split across their faces.

"Enude's furious with you," The first soldier who spoke pointed out, giving the other soldiers a nod. Instantly, hands were on Dean and Castiel pulling them apart, and leaving them struggling to get away.

"Dean?!" Castiel shouted, the confusion and fear in his eyes palpable as he struggled, his fingers clawing at the hands that grabbed him. One of the soldier's laughed at his futile attempts and Castiel kicked out towards the noise, catching the man right in the gut and forcing him to let go. He tore himself from another soldier's grasp, falling into the water that surrounded him, his fear-filled eyes darting left and right as he tried to make sense of all the noise.

"You little faggot!" The enemy soldier hissed, holding his stomach with a grimace of pain and twisted lips of rage. He brought the gun to Castiel's head, the tip pressed against his forehead and all movement around them froze, only the slap of water against their legs providing sound as Castiel's eyes widened, looking at nothing as he swallowed.

Dean used the momentary shock to his advantage as he jerked free, dragging one soldier into the water as he escaped and grabbed the barrel of the gun, shoving it back and into the man. The soldier stumbled back into the water as Dean grabbed Castiel, pulling him onto his feet and pulling him behind him, staring at the soldiers with unbridled hatred.

"Don't. Touch. Him." Dean growled, each word bringing a new wave of anger that multiplied against the last one until his vision began to glow red. The soldiers watched them with wary eyes, while the one who was pushed down was being helped up, coughing up water.

"He's injured Rudch. That deserves punishment," One of the soldiers growled, the enemy that Castiel had kicked seething with rage as he glared holes in Dean's skin, though Dean merely raised his head a little higher, meeting his glare with one of his own.

"He's blind. He has no idea what the hell is going on!" Dean spat, his lips twitching with his anger. If they didn't have those guns trained on him, he would have killed all of them with his damn bare hands. He could hear Castiel shifting behind him, his hand reaching out and touching Dean's back to keep him calm. Nothing would help if he were to lose his temper now.

"Enude wanted them alive, to begin with," One of the soldiers spoke up, looking at the others with an almost timid shift in his eyes, "Rudch has stepped out of place just as much as the escapee did."

"You're taking the side of the queer?!" Rudch shouted in anger at the soldier, his eyes growing livid as the other soldiers looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the fact. Dean just felt his shoulders slump with relief when he saw that they made no move to harm either of them, his hand reaching back and grabbing Castiel's tightly.

"I'm not taking the side of anyone. I'm following orders," The soldier responded softly, his eyes darting to the two prisoners before moving closer, his gun held away from them, though the firm look in his eyes made it clear that they weren't to try anything.

"We need to bind your hands. I would prefer to do it without force," The soldier spoke, his words much more eloquent and easier to understand than the others. Castiel held Dean's hand a bit tighter, but Dean slowly nodded, turning his head just slightly to the injured soldier behind him.

"It'll be okay, Cas," Dean whispered before letting go of Castiel's hand. Castiel's eyes widened just the smallest bit before they darkened, sadness reaching all corners of his face before he slowly nodded. Dean held out his wrists towards the man, his body feeling as if it were going to collapse now that they were once again under the enemy's boot.

The soldier seemed relieved at their compliance and quietly chained them, living enough room where Dean could guide Castiel without it being too awkward of a position to keep his arms in, "Come on then," Rudch growled, his anger still evident as he shoved past the kinder soldier, who just stared at him with almost tired eyes.

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The interrogator's grin held nothing but malice as he circled around Dean and Castiel, his eyes like a hunter's as he studied the both of them intensely, twirling his blade easily between his fingers. Dean tugged against his shackles, but it was to no avail as the man stalked up behind him, grabbing Dean by the hair and dragging his head back to look up at the devious man.

"You caused us quite a problem with your little stunt," The interrogator hissed, shoving Dean's head back down with a glint in his eyes as he walked around to Castiel, who sat, stone-faced and almost terrifying with that glare in his eyes. Still, Dean couldn't help but watch the soldier flinch as he was suddenly grabbed by the man, the blade drawing a thin line across Castiel's collarbone.

"Not going to make a noise, huh?" The interrogator growled with a sense of glee, pressing the knife just behind the collarbone and pushing it into the skin that stretched over it. Castiel jerked a little, swallowing back the pain as he let out a grunt, his fingers digging into the wood of the chair to keep his sounds at bay.

Dean forced himself not to say anything, gritting his teeth, but unable to look away. He would just make it worse for Castiel if he spoke up now, but the pain on the man's face was becoming too much for him, and he nearly lost his control when Castiel let out a soft noise of pain as he gasped when the blade dug even deeper.

"How does it feel to watch his blood spill?" The man growled, pulling out the knife with a single jerk and bringing a flood of blood with it, slicking Castiel's skin and staining his open uniform red. Dean felt his desperation well up in his chest, and Castiel's face was beginning to pale as if the pain was making him sick.

"Stop," Dean whispered, and the interrogator laughed, leaning over and cutting Castiel's uniform all the way down and revealing his torso.

"I hope he can forgive you in the afterlife. I really do," The interrogator said, almost mockingly as he drew the knife across the man's chest, another cry of pain leaving Castiel's lips as he tore the top part of his navel open, stretching the, thankfully shallow, cut up to his left shoulder.

"Dean..." Castiel whispered out, his body shivering with the knowledge that he was going to die. Dean struggled against his bonds more, feeling the old wounds on his wrists beginning to open up. He barely heard the door open behind him, his one focus being on the overwhelming need to save Castiel before it was too late.

It was the soldier that had calmly chained them when they were first captured that had opened the door, walking over to the interrogator and speaking in a low, foreign tone. The interrogator furrowed his brows and he responded, but the soldier flashed him a grin, shaking his head and answered back, Dean's heart sinking as he slowly saw the interrogator's face brighten.

The soldier nodded and took a step back, casting a glance to Dean, and although the man still had a feral grin on his face, there was something about his eyes that seemed much different than the other enemies. Dean met his gaze with a confused look, only to grow alarmed when the interrogator walked over to Castiel, unchaining him and pushing him into the soldier's arms.

The interrogator then moved over to Dean, grinning as he looked down at the man, "Enjoy your last few days with him," The interrogator growled before undoing his shackles, letting him get up and go to Castiel instantly, pulling him away from the soldier's grip. Castiel clutched onto Dean instantly, though he had no idea how Castiel just seemed to know that it was him.

"Come on," The soldier growled, grabbing Dean's chain across his arms and harshly pulling him towards the exit. He and Castiel stumbled, but Dean kept them on their feet as he struggled to staunch the blood flow that was coming from Castiel's collarbone and navel, a worried look in his eyes at how little Castiel seemed to be fighting against the harsh tug of the man as they were led from the building towards the prison cabin that Dean had been placed in last time.

"I bought you a few days, but that's all I can do," The soldier said after he got out of hearing range of the rest of the enemy soldiers, looking back at Dean with a look of pity before turning his head back to the front, "I convinced Enude to let you both starve to death in the prison cells, seeing that he will die much longer than you do with those wounds."

Castiel flinched at his words, and Dean tugged back against the chains, giving him an incredulous look, "Why the hell would you do that?" Dean spat, his fingers trembling. Giving them time wasn't going to help, not when it was just let Castiel die slower.

"Because maybe you'll get the stroke of luck that I never had," The soldier hissed, looking back at Dean with a glare in his eyes, shooting his head towards Castiel almost furiously, "And even if you don't get saved by then, at least you'll be able to say goodbye before he's gone!"

Dean froze, and the soldier's face fell before he turned away, tugging back at the chains, although much less weaker now as he stirred them into a half-hearted walk.