He laughed maliciously, bending down to examine my face, using one of his calloused, rough hands to harshly grab my chin. “So you're the infamous Y/N Winchester...The sister of Sam and Dean. I wondered why I hadn't found you...But now I see, you're hidden,” He said, looking at the angel warding symbols that where carved into my skin.
I felt my jaw tense, and struggled against the ropes holding me down. The angel chuckled at my futile attempts, and backed away, seeming to examine me. “And who would ward you like this? Hm? Someone...Who cared about you? Someone...Who knew that you where a weakness to them? Someone like...Gadreel?”
I felt my body stiffen at the mention of my angel's name. Gadreel and I had been...Seeing each other in a sense. We had kept it a secret, because Gadreel had many angels after him, one of them including Metatron. Since Gadreel had chosen to betray Metatron, and fight against him with my brothers, Cas and I, Metatron was dead set on finding Gadreel's weakness, and he did. He didn't expect his weakness to be a human though. He didn't expect Gadreel's weakness to be me.
“Oh this is just too easy!” Metatron laughed, still barely inches from my face. I clenched my jaw, acted by pure impulse, head butting him in the nose. He yelped, and stumbled back, clutching his now bleeding nose. “Oh. Well that wasn't very nice,” He spoke. I glared at him, and hoped Gadreel wouldn't come, because Metatron would only hurt him.
Suddenly, Metatron shot out, and punched me in the face. My head swung to the side, and I gritted my teeth together in pain. “Hm. I'm impressed. No squealing or sounds of displeasure,” Metatron muttered. I continued to glare at him. I was used to torture, and had learned not to give the torturer any signs I was hurting, since that only gave them pleasure.
Metatron began circling the chair I was tied to, his feet making crunching sounds as he stepped on small rocks scattered across the cement floor of the warehouse he had me tied up in. “Shall I call your little boyfriend? Tell him I've got his lover?” He taunted, a sinister smirk permanently plastered on his disgusting face.
I still kept my mouth shut, my eyes locked on the space ahead of me. “You're no fun. Why don't we spice things up a little?” He spoke, taking out a blade, and pressing it against my arms, slowly dragging it down, applying more and more pressure as he went. I kept my face hard, only flinching when the pain seemed to get more intense.
“Oh, we've got a tough one ladies and gentlemen!” Metatron cackled, looking around at the empty warehouse, as if there where a live audience. He turn to me again, and began to lift my shirt. I struggled slightly, not liking the feeling of his grubby hands on my bare skin. Soon, that feeling was replaced my cool sharp metal, that sliced a cut across my upper abdomen.
I winced, and clenched my body, holding back a cry. Metatron snickered, and cut me several more times, but I never made a sound. “I'm even more impressed Y/N, but you know what, I think it's about time angel boy got here don't you?” He mocked, checking his watch. “And enter prince charming in three...Two...One...”
The warehouse began to shake, and the few lights that illuminated the room burst, as Gadreel suddenly appeared, his face showing nothing but pure fury as he glared at Metatron. I widened my eyes, and shook my head, trying to tell him to leave, but he hadn't seen me yet. “It's about time Gadreel!” Metatron chuckled, twirling the bloody knife in his hands, making sure Gadreel saw it.
I saw my angel's face contort to one of ear for a moment, before determination took place. “Where is she?!” He growled. Metatron stepped aside, and gestured a finger towards me. Gadreel turned, and his dark blue eyes widened upon seeing me. “Y/N,” He breathed, taking a step towards me, only to be thrown back by Metatron.
“NO!” I yelled, then stopped, realizing I had just given my own weakness away. Metatron froze, then turned to me, a smile decorating his face. “And we have a winner. Who knew this was what would get me a reaction from you,” He said. “Turns out Angel boy's your weakness too,” With that, Metatron sent gripped his angel blade, and took a stab at Gadreel.
My heart stopped, but I sighed in relief, seeing Gadreel disappear just in time. “Dammit,” Metatron hissed. Gadreel appeared behind him again, and used his own angel blade to stab him, but unfortunately, Metatron moved quickly, so the blade only grazed his arm.
I was suddenly grabbed, and held tightly, a knife at my neck. Metatron had appeared behind me, and as soon as Gadreel turned, he froze. “Don't you hurt her Metatron,” He warned, stepping forward, but as he did, Metatron pressed the blade harder against my neck, drawing blood. “Oopsie!” Metatron gasped, in mock sincerity.
“YOU LET HER GO!” Gadreel cried, seething. Metatron only laughed, and dug It even deeper. I let out a gasp, and quickly threw my head back, hitting Metatron. As I did this, it caused Metatron to cut even deeper, but he let go of the blade, giving Gadreel time to rush over, and stab him in the heart.
My head began to spin due to blood loss, but Gadreel ran towards me, and healed me before any major damage could be done. I sighed in relief, and smiled at Gadreel, who free'd me, and captured my lips with his. I kissed back, and Gadreel held me close, his hands around my waist, and mine around his neck.
“You frightened me,” Gadreel muttered, pulling away, and looking into my eyes. “I thought I would...Loose you,” I held Gadreel's face in my hand. “I'm a Winchester. We don't go down easy,” I joked lightly. Gadreel gave a small smile, and once again kissed me. We are not only each other's weaknesses, but also, our strengths.