There was a strange sensation passing through your body as you finally came to, your body felt numb but also a sort of ringing noise in your ears as you could finally tell there was another person in the room.

In the chair was a young woman, her red hair matted but resting over her shoulder, her eyes sunken with exhaustion and blood, as red as a cherry, dripping from her lips, it was clear what had happened to her and now it was more than likely you would be subjected to the same fate.

Despite her current predicament, Charlie saw no problem in verbally fighting back. Her hands had been naturally tied to prevent any kind of escape though she was just dying to kill her winged captors. "Go to hell!" She ordered lunging forward ever so slightly before leaning back in the wooden chair. As if used to this king of behaviour, her captor, who turned out to be this world's version of Castiel, merely sighed and turned to briefly face her before looking away as if he did not want to give her the satisfaction that she had gotten under his skin no matter how much he wanted to give her his own kind of hell but he had his orders and he had to obey them which meant not killing his prisoners.

Apart from him and the two of you, inside the room were another four angels, each stationed in a corner ready to strike if need be. Charlie's constant need to always get her word in was either brave or purely idiotic but that still did not stop her and it was refreshing to see given the state of the world. "You just want to kill me, don't you? Go on then! Oh but you can't because you don't wanna upset Michael," She mocked watching as a muscle in Castiel's jaw tensed, she and you were valuable sources of information so no wonder the archangel had not just ordered your immediate execution.

"Still won't tell you anything no matter how many times you wanna hit me." She mocked further. The heat in the room was intense, Charlie could feel sweat forming on her forehead but she definitely was not about to break and give in just because it was getting too warm though Charlie had to quietly admit that it was starting to get unbearable. "I also doubt doing whatever it is you're planning on doing to us is going to get Michael's attention, you'll still be another grunt to him that only has his respect because you've done as he's asked like a good little soldier."

And just like before, Castiel's jaw tensed again yet still kept his back facing the pair of you. Realising he seemed to be more focused on his tools giving you the time to whisper to Charlie for answers as to why she was doing this given the circumstances. "He knows he can't kill me...but that hasn't stopped him from using me like his personal punching bag and judging by her current state and now you were closer, you could also see she was sporting a minor cut on her cheek. "Overheard 'em saying they were doubling their patrols, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time it seems but we'll get out of this alive." She guaranteed rather coldly as her eyes ventured to face Castiel who was doing his best not to entertain her as if he was some kind of puppet although he was one but only for Michael in what seemed to be an endless bitter between angels and what was left of humanity.

"And as if we'll tell you where we're located because trust me, I would rather die than give up the lives of my friends for my own safety because it's not like that guarantees I'll even live." And that was true, who was to say that she would be allowed to live if she just gave up that information since if she did, she would no longer be of use to Michael and his angels. Her red hair was still wildly all over the place but she had better things to worry about than a bad hair day, the blood on her lips had since dried up and she let out a scoff.

She turned her attention back to you. "Feel free to start pissing them off too, you might get hit, actually, you will but it will be damn well worth it to see that there are people left who won't just sit on their asses and not put up a fight because I won't stop."