Castiel was thrashing about in his cage as he glared at the spectators. A greasy, fat man was exclaiming and was trying to get anyone to buy the angel that was gripping the bars tightly. He turned around when Castiel wouldn’t stop yelling and zapped the angel with an electric poker. Castiel yelped in pain as he shrank backwards, rubbing his wing gently from the jolt. He growled lowly as he saw some of his charcoal colored feathers fall off.
Finally, Castiel’s owner grabbed someone’s arm, stopping them. He gave them a sneer smile and said, “Selling this angel, over here. And he’s cheap for what he’s really worth.”