Castiel lay on the ground, his broken ribs taking longer than usual to heal. Uriel had punished him, much to Anna's delight. "Good, Uriel. That's very good," she had said, surveying the bruises on Castiel's body as one might survey a new house. "You did well. He deserved to be beaten."
Uriel looked at her, his deep black eyes showing his distrust. She was his commander though, so he played the part of good soldier, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.
Anna kneeled down, smiling savagely as Castiel's eyes widened. "I have seen the colour of your wings." His breath caught in his throat, and her sadistic smile widened
The frigid arctic air was filled with the sounds of terrified screams and splashes as Castiel frantically tried to keep his head above the dark water. His breath came out in frenzied gasps, forming as white mist in the air.
“D-Dean! Dean, w-where are you?!”
Castiel spun around in the freezing water, his teeth chattering as he called out. The Titanic had sunk beneath the surface of the ocean only moments ago, and it was then, when he and Dean were frantically kicking for the surface, that they were separated.
All Castiel could do was try and stay afloat with the other people around him, turned rabid