Sam was busy in the library again, and by busy he meant he was hiding from the porno track that was blaring from Dean and Cas' now shared bedroom. It was a porno track and nothing else - Sam's brain would not let him acknowledge any other option - and he certainly wasn't entertaining the idea that his Brother was, at this very moment, getting his ass fucked by an Angel of the Lord. Loudly!

"Oh fuck yes Cas, Angel right there, right there!"

Sam growled and slammed his fist on the table, snatching up his books and laptop before disappearing off out of the room in search of quieter pastures, but there was no where in the bunker that was safe from their unholy noises. The younger Hunter was pacing the floors with his hands over his ears, humming Metallica of all things, when he saw them…Deans car keys sat on the side table right where Dean had placed them on the way into the Bunker. After their trip to IKEA last month Castiel had discovered a love for all things Swedish made and had begun filling the place with everything that caught his eye, including the side table and the small shell shaped dish that sat upon it. He had bought the dish shortly after a bout of bickering between Dean and himself about the elder Hunters habit of losing his keys and turning the Bunker upside down in his search for them. Dean had scoffed at the idea at first but he had quietly admitted to Sam later on that the damn dish was useful…and it kept Castiel's nagging at bay which was always a good thing. Sam eyed the keys with troubled thoughts, biting his lip nervously. If he stayed here much longer he was going to punch Dean…but then again if he took those keys Dean was going to punch him. Was it really worth it?

"That what you want Dean, you want it harder baby…"

That pushed Sam over the edge and he quickly grabbed Deans keys, scribbling a note on the note board - another prize purchase by the house proud Angel - and scrambling from the room as fast as his freakishly long legs would carry him. He simply had to get the hell out of there.

Sam pulled up outside the Motel and parked Baby carefully in the front so she was easily seen from the rooms, there was no way in Hell Sam was risking putting so much as a scratch on this car. He had already kidnapped her and that was punishable by punching in Deans world, but if he returned her with a dent or a nick…he might as well jump off the nearest bridge because Dean would make it slow and painful.

The Hunter booked his room and pulled his pack from the trunk, sending a quick text message off to Dean with his location because it was better to be safe than to be sorry and making his way into the room. It was your basic Motel room, one bed with a TV and a small kitchenette off to the side, also a small bathroom with shower was tucked in at the back of the room. Sam huffed a sigh of relief at the silence and slumped down on the bed, grinning into the pillows. Even if at some point the neighbours started up with the sex noises he could handle that - better listening to strangers than your own Brother. Sam rolled onto his back and yawned, thinking he might get in a few hours sleep before going back to his research when suddenly the room began to shake and rumble. He shot up out of bed, his knife at the ready when a high pitched whining noise started up al around him and after only a few seconds he was on his knees with his hands over his ears, the knife lying useless on the floor in front of him. A flash of light tore through the room and as suddenly as it started all the weirdness stopped. Sam remained on the floor with his ears ringing and a tinge of blood around his eyes, staring in utter shock at the figure that had appeared before him.

"Heya Sammich…" Gabriel said but his trademark smirk was forced and his eyes held no humour only pain. As he spoke a river of blood poured from his mouth and down his chin, making the Archangel choke and cough, but none of this registered in Sam's mind as shocking compared to the great wings that were flared out behind the Angel, filling almost the whole room and crumpled up to avoid the walls. They were massive and golden, made of steel and light…

And they were a complete mess.

It looked as though Gabriel had been attacked by a wild animal, half of his feathers were missing and looked as if they had been torn straight out of the skin, leaving behind only blood and ripped flesh. His right wing was hanging at an odd angle that Sam guessed wasn't right even for an Angel…something had broken the bone in several different places and left the whole wing limp and twisted. Every breath Gabriel took was pained and his whole body - wings included - shuddered with every passing moment.

Sam dived up off the floor and reached Gabriel just in time to catch him as he fell, wrapping the small and broken man up in his arms and holding him close to his chest.

"Gabe?! What the hell happened?! Gabriel don't you dare pass out on me, dude…" Sam yelled, giving the Angel a shake to keep him conscious but the man was fading fast. He stared up at Sam with pained eyes and whimpered softly, trying to speak but his voice was so weak it was barely a whisper. Sam pulled him closer let him whisper in his ear…

"You're safe now…I fixed it…" Gabriel whispered before passing out in Sam's arms. The Hunter had no time to wonder what the hell Gabriel was talking about and was straight on the phone to Castiel for an emergency lift back to the Bunker. There was no way Gabriel was holding on long enough for a car ride back and Castiel was the safest option.

When the Angel appeared only moments later, red faced and clearly furious, he collapsed back against the wall with a look of shock at his mangled older Brother, a hand clasped over his mouth as he held back a sickness that welled up inside him. He turned angry eyes on Sam and growled at him.

"What the hell happened to him?!" Castiel demanded and his voice shook the walls of the room again, a tinge of Grace lightening up his eyes in his fury. Sam cowered back but refused to let go of the broken Angel in his arms.

"I don't know he just turned up like this! There was some kind of Angelic disturbance and suddenly he was standing here…he said…" Sam explained but he trailed off as he thought over exactly what it was the Angel had said, a sudden feeling of guilt washing over him. Whatever had done this to Gabriel, the Angel had fought for him…What if he didn't have to suffer…what if this was Sam's fault after all…

"He said what, Sam?!" Castiel snapped, eyeing the Hunter suspiciously. Sam took a deep breath before continuing on…

"He said I was safe now…that he had fixed it…He didn't say what I was safe from or what he fixed, just that…" Sam said quietly, running a hand over the forehead of the unconscious Angel gently.

Gabriel, what the hell have you done to yourself…And was it worth it?