#needle use

Nicky finds the tunnels under the school but things turn a twist while his there, Sorry if there is bad gramer.

Nicky walks down the school tunnels hoping to find Mr. Peterson and confront him but then he hears voices "are those....people i hear??" Says Nicky. As he continues to walk down the tunnels until he meets a dead end as soon as he turns around to leave he is stoped by a figure blocking his path.

"Umm..h..hello?" Nicky speaks out trying not to studer. "Are you lost..h..hello?" To Nicky's suprise more of those figures come out of the shadows and they looked like...human Crows? One runs up to Nicky and grabs his arm pulling and forcing him into a potato sack bag. "LET ME GO HELP! ANYONE! ANYBO-" Nicky stops at mid sentence as he feels a sharp pain in his neck

Everything’s a blur of motion after Michael’s snap.

Castiel had planned for this, because as much as he’d like to believe they can win, he’s used to preparing for the worst, especially when it comes to the Winchesters. He’s got Bobby’s altered angel cuffs on Michael’s wrists in seconds, before the archangel even realizes he’s nearby. They must work because all he gets in response is a glare from ice cold green eyes.

“Release me, Castiel. Now. ”

It sends a shiver through him, hearing his name from the voice he’s become so accustomed to, but it’s unquestionably not Dean. Not his Dean.

“No.” He sounds confident and defiant, which is more than he’s feeling right now. Despite preparing for it, he’d hoped with everything he had that Michael wouldn’t take Dean again.

Michael continues to glare at him, but depowered he’s not nearly as scary. Still scary, since he’s in Dean’s thoroughly trained body, but not at full archangel power.

He sees Sam and Jack watching him, so he turns to them with a weary sigh, waving off their questions. “Let’s just get him back to the bunker. We can figure out what to do from there.”

“What about the people here?”

Castiel frowns. “There are other hunters on the way. Besides, I’m not sure it went through once I cut his power off.”

Sam glances at Jack, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turns back to Castiel. “Go. Dean’s got the Impala keys, just take him home. Jack and I will hang back and help out as much as we can.”

He wants to argue. The irrational part of his brain yells at him to argue, but deep down he knows Sam is right. He wants nothing more than to get Michael back to the bunker where he can’t hurt anyone else, but of course they have to protect the people here. Cas nods his agreement, turning back to Michael once Sam and Jack leave.

Michael’s smirking at him. It makes him more than a little uneasy, especially when that expression is one Dean uses often. It’s visibly different and he can tell it’s not Dean, but that doesn’t help the uneasiness.

“Keys, hm? Why don’t you come find ‘em, sunshine?”

Cas barely keeps himself from snarling. Instead, he pulls a deep breath in through his nose and grabs the chain between the cuffs, careful to keep the archangel’s hands secure while he fishes the car keys out of Dean’s pocket.

Somehow, he manages to get the archangel in the Impala. He keeps him on the passenger’s side, because despite being depowered, he’s still in Dean’s highly skilled body. He wouldn’t put it past Michael to attack while he was driving.

Even with Michael in the opposite side of the car, Cas finds his gaze sliding to him every minute. For most of the ride, Michael ignores him and sits there with his head bowed and his eyes closed. It’s disturbing, frankly, but he doesn’t want to let Michael know he feels that way. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the road and gets them back to the bunker safely.

Mary and Bobby are there when he pulls into the garage. They must gather something’s wrong because both of them take a step back as Cas steps out of the car. With a weary sigh, he pulls Michael out of the car.

“Ah, the cavalry’s arrived. Not that you’ll be able to do anything, but I’m sure Dean would appreciate the effort, if he knew.”

It takes every ounce of self control Castiel possesses to keep from shoving Michael into the depths of the bunker. Instead, he grabs onto the handcuff chain and uses it to lead the archangel through the bunker. He thinks about locking him in Dean’s room, but all of Dean’s personal things are in there and he doesn’t really want this monster anywhere near them. Instead, he opts for their never-used dungeon. It’s completely bare, save for heavy chains coming up from the floor and warding for just about every magical being ever, some old and faded from the original Men of Letters, and many he and the Winchesters had added over the years. It won’t be comfortable, but it’s sufficiently warded and it’ll keep Michael where they need him, until they can figure out how to get rid of him. Hopefully once and for all.