A/N: Well, this got WAYYY out of hand. whatever happened to my short 4 paragraph Gabe and Cas bonding experience...sigh...oh well, some serious angel wump coming right up.

So im not sure when this takes place, maybe sometime around the time when cas fully went against his orders so that he could help dean and sam. Im not all that up on cannon, so if the timeline is off then im sorry. I have seen all the episodes, its just been awhile, so dont quote me on this stuff (or kill me) I just needed a good excuse for some Gabe/Cas bonding.

Also, I think that Zach may be really out of character in this one, like...twirling a mustache and tying old lady's to train tracks evil...ahh don't shoot me. I just picked one of the dick angles and rolled with it.

P.S. The thing that Cas was searching for is just another one of those generic hunt deals, its not important.

P.P.S Not sure about the grammar on this, I wrote it in between classes at college (my brain was mush) and edited it at like.. midnight. I think its pretty OK on the grammar but I'm pretty sure that my paragraphing sucks (im blaming my computer)...so telling me about any errors would be appreciated (I bet there's a lot)

P.P.P.S. I have no idea why, but my computer kept changing the world angel to angle...and I'm pretty sure that Castiel is not and Angle...I mean...Uriel might be a square, but thats different.

~I Will Always Be With You~

The sun was setting in the small snowy clearing amongst the pine trees where Castiel stood, the arms of his trench coat drenched with blood and a sick splatter of the red substance sprayed up his front. The arms of his trench coat were frozen stiff where the liquid ran and a small device was clutched to his ear.

"Dean, there's nothing here. Its clean" His rough and gravely voice cut through the silence of the area that only even experienced the whisper of wind blowing the snow, or of animals howling in the night.

He stood with his back straight as he waited for a response, posture perfect and staring straight ahead, yet in-tuned to his surroundings if or when someone or something were to attempt and attack on him, he was a wanted angle after all.

Castiel was standing in the middle of nowhere, better know as Alaska, and yet he didn't feel the cold. At his feet the snow was stained red and a few feet away from him lay the mangled body of a werewolf, its stomach cut open and its guts spilling out onto the ground, its eyes glassy and empty.

"Are you sure?" Deans voice cut back, rushed in its frustration. Castiel could hear his muffled swearing on the other end, frustrated with the fruitlessness that their search had yielded so far. "Can't you look again?"

"Dean, I am an angel of the lord. I can look over this entire area in the blink of an eye and have done so many times. There is nothing here." It was a bit surprising to hear the annoyance in the usually neutral angels tone, but if dean was surprised then he didn't show it. There was a sigh on the other end before Dean responded.

"Alright...well keep a look out, if nothing happens in the next day or so, then I guess we'll try something else." Before anything else could be said Dean had hung up the phone.

Cas stood for a few minutes with the cold plastic and metal pressed against his face before finally closing the device and putting it into the pocket of his now red and tan trench coat

The angel glanced around from side to side once before resuming his sentry position. Dean had said earlier not to move and he didn't intend to.

The hours passed and the body of the wolf slowly froze over, the kill attracting small scavenger animals that had been drawn to the blood and the meat that the body provided. Carrion birds pecked at the carcass where Castiel had shoved his hand into its gut, checking for the sigil.

The animals didn't seem to be bothered by the angles presence, and acted as if he wasn't even there, or just a fixture of nature.

As the day turned to night, Castiel watched the animals with a passive curiosity, his head tilted slightly to the side as he observed, taking care to still pay attention to the other aspects of his surroundings.

The small birds and rodents pecked and nibbled at the fallen creature, swarming to the kill like the starved animals that they were, and in turn, larger predators were bound to arrive, and feast upon the carrion creatures. It was a demonstration of the circle of life all contained in a small area. It was fascinating all in itself.

As time passed the night grew colder and colder, and the moon hung high in the sky. Slowly the wolfs body grew smaller and smaller as it was feasted upon by the animals. Still Castiel stood with his back straight and his face emotionless as he waited patently. He never noticed the disturbance in the stillness of the night, the sudden quite, the imminent danger looming. For all the angels power he couldn't sense the hidden beings approaching him.

In the cold night there was a crunch of snow, to loud to be that of an animal. Castiels nerve's were set on edge as he froze, trying to pinpoint the area that the sound had issued from, the dark surroundings not being a problem for the angels enhanced blue eyes.

Suddenly Castiel spun around, coat spinning in the air around his legs, angel sword already summoned in his hand as he faced what may be approaching attackers. He surged forward as 3 dark shapes made themselves apparent, Cas stopping just out of range of them.

"Why are you here?" His voice came out angry and demanding.

"Why dear, dear Cassy..." The middle figure began to speak, the voice was dripping with fake welcome and warmth yet having an underlying power "Can't your brother just stop by to say hello?" At Castiels dark glare the man sighed. "Ah, I suppose not, but you know why im here Castiel. All of that nasty Apocalypse stuff. Its unfortunate really. You showed such promise as an angel." The suited man took a step forward, causing Castiel to take a step back and tighten his grip on his blade. "You see, the men upstairs still want you dead, and Im afraid that their tired of waiting for you to choose a side." Zachariah shot a fake grin at him, his two subornation angles stepping forward to flank him on both sides.

The angels clothes and appearance stayed perfect in the blowing wind and snow, suits pressed and neat, and Zachariah hair, what little of it he had, was combed neatly to his head.

"And im here to take the job."

"Ive made my choice." The blue-eyed angle hissed back

suddenly there was the glint of metal in Zachariah hand and Castiel knew that all the angels had summoned their swords.

Action exploded in the clearing as all the angles rushed into battle, three against one. Cas spun and parried in an attempt to block all the blows coming towards him at once. It was like a dance was playing out, graceful lunges and slashes as they circled each other.

Castiel spun around, bringing his foot up and kicking one of the angels in the chest while slashing his sword sideways across the same angels chest before spinning back around to face Zachariah and his other counterpart.

Ducking and rolling, Castiel barely avoided a stab and slash at his body, the back of his trench coat catching and ripping on the blade now placed at the area he was moments before. He quickly jumped to his feet before he could be pinned but as he rose to his feet his blade was knocked out of his hand by a blow from Zachariahs Sword, landing uselessly with a thump in the snow across the clearing.

Castiel gazed desperately after it, panicking as he realized that he was now helpless.

Zachariah sneered at him, only a few feet from him. The movement stopping in the clearing as they observed the rogue angel, waiting for his surrender "What are you going to do now Castiel? You are defenseless and alone, Heaven is against you, Hell is against you!"

"I have the Winchesters." And with that, Cas pulled back his hand, and punched Zachariah in the face.

the battle was fast and quick, Cas having no way to win against so many opponents with no weapon other than his hands, and having only scored a deep slash on one angels chests and superficial wounds to Zachariah.

One of the angles fists connected with Cas's face with the force of a frozen turkey dropped by a house wife, sending him spinning to the cold ground, coughing blood out of his mouth caused by a split tongue, but the small wound did not hurt the angel and healed almost on the spot.

"This is over" Zachariah hissed as the two angels grabbed his shoulders, one on each side and hauled him against one of the pine trees, the hard bristles poked irritably into his skin most likely doing the same to angels, but if they felt it, then they didn't seem to mind, emotionless and compliant as they did their job.

"You should have listened to your superiors, now an example will have to be made, we wouldn't want people thinking that they can get away with disobeying us...would we Cas?" Asked Zachariah sarcastically, sword still gripped menacingly in his hand as he slowly walked in front of the trapped angel.

The flare of pain was so sudden that Castiel almost didn't notice Zachariahs hand shoot forward as the sword was thrust into his gut, his eyes seemed to exploded into a burst of light as an earth wracking scream erupted from his mouth, unable to contain the world consuming pain that was filling his entire being.

His blood spilled out of the gaping hole now in the middle of his gut. Tears welled in his eyes as Zachariah cruelly twisted the blade, sneering in the face of his prey who had his eyes tightly pressed shut, partly from the pain and partly to hide the water threatening to escape.

"No one disobeys heavens orders and lives" The bald angel then roughly yanked the blade out, now stained red with the blood of a brother and with a small nod, Castiel felt himself being released from the angels grasp, almost immediately collapsing on the cold ground, his body jarring, causing his wounds to flare up in pain.

"Should we finish him?" Cas heard a deep voice ask, but was in too much agony to try to recognize who it came from.

"No, leave him to suffer. He's as good as dead anyways."

-no time skip whatsoever...:b-

His whole world was pain, and cold. It was strange, cold. He'd never actually felt cold before, and he didn't think he was supposed to, but as the blood slowly seeped out of his body and the small red stain spread out, soaking his suit and trench coat, he felt the cold slowly seeping into him.

It had to be the strangest sensation that he'd ever felt, although to be fair, he hadn't felt a lot of them. It was a slow tingling that started at his finger tips and slowly moved up to the center of his body leaving a strange pain like sensation in its wake. All it made his want to do was curl up in front of a heat source.

His body was shaking as he lay on the snow, hands clenched over his stomach in a week attempt to stop the blood flow. He knew he was going to die.

His eyes burned and his head ached. He had to try to get to help, the Winchesters maybe, but he was too weak. He sucked in a shaky breath as he tried to move but failed, only causing himself more pain. He just wanted to rest, and somewhere deep inside of him he wanted comfort.

"Gabe" The weak words floated from his mouth in an unbidden plea, instinct from childhood maybe, a want for his older brothers protection. Gabe, the person who he could always trust to take care of him before the rift. before he left.

He was hyperventilating now, heart rate speed up from the blood lose and the cold. He could feel it, He could feel his blood slowly seeping from between his fingers, his life draining away as he clenched his eyes in pain.

"Please..." He didn't know who he was appealing to, but he didnt care at this point. his brain was muddled and his thoughts slow.

A horrible pain suddenly shot in his gut, and before he knew it, he was on his side, coughing, large clots of blood spewing from his mouth. His chest burned, his throat felt like it was being flayed, but he couldn't stop coughing.

"Brother!" There was the sound of running and suddenly warm arms were blessedly being wrapped around him as someone pulled him into their lap, supporting his head as he coughed, desperately trying to expel the blood from his lungs.

There was a soothing hand on his back as the pain slowly eased away, the coughing becoming less sever.

"Its okay Cassy, breath slow, come on, Im here now, its okay."

He lay gasping in the persons arms, still wracked with pain and utterly exhausted. Cas didn't stop panting after that episode, but once he felt like he wouldn't explode from the burning in his lungs and throat he dared to open his eyes just a crack to blessedly see his brother Gabriel, hair tousled from a hurried flight and sitting in a pile of disturbed snow where he had thrown himself down next to his little brother only moments ago.

Gabriels hand was carding through Castiels hair as he gazed at the smaller man, eyes full on concern, and maybe even what could be tears pooled in the deep green eyes, filled with sorrow.

"Little Cassy.." He whispered, and he sounded like he was going to cry.

"Gabriel.." The injured angle managed to get out, but immediately regretted it when the pain in his throat multiplied by ten, causing a strangled groan to escape his lips.

"Shhh...dont talk brother. Your so cold." If it was possible, the worry in his voice increased.

Castiel felt the familiar feel of grace flow through him and warmth came with it, moving over his entire being like a wave, the pain of his limbs thawing dulled by his brothers healing power. Castiel closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling.

The young angel felt his hand being moved away from his stomach where he had grasped it tightly, he didn't fight it, trusting His older brother to take care of him. He heard a sharp gasp issue from Gabriel as he viewed the full horror of the wound, and Castiel flinched, both from the pain that the cold air hitting the injury brought, and knowing what Gabriel was going to do next.

"Who did this?" Gabriels voice, which was so caring just seconds ago, had now turned to ice.

"G-Gabe, its not-"

"WHO DID THIS?!" He yelled, and the surge of grace coming from his older brother hit him like a punch to the gut, and before he knew it, he was on his side, trying to fight the horrible urge to retch into the snow.

Gabriel was at his side in an instant, supporting his side and rubbing his back, apologies spilling forth from his mouth.

Cas's stomach churned and clenched, his head pounding, and his hands inadvertently clutching at his belly as he grimaced. Seconds later found him emptying the contents of his stomach into the snow, horrible retching noises filling the air as his body shook with convulsions and pain, Gabriel swearing above him and trying his best to sooth his brother.

Cas didn't eat, meaning that his stomach was empty. All he felt was the harsh sting of bile before it was expelled onto the snow. He collapsed back onto his back, breathing hard and sweat beading on his forehead, only to be wiped away by a gentle hand.

"I sorry, I'm always so careless. Shit! You're burning up." He didn't feel the need to add the fact that angels weren't supposed to get fevers. "And I can't heal it...shit, shit. Why not?" Gabriel was panicking even more now, tearing off chunks off his shirt without a thought and pressing them to Cas's stomach wound.

"I c-cant-...angle-..b-blade.." Castiel managed to get out between panting breaths and gasps of pain as Gabriel pressed harder on his wound.

"What? Angle blade?! One of our own brothe-"

"Gabe..." Castiels voice was barely a whisper now, but it managed to stop Gabriels appalled tone in less than a second. "I'm fallen...they w-want me...dead.."

Gabriels eyes seemed to bug out of his head at the thought. "What? My little Cassy? Fallen?"

Castiel knew that this was it, his brother would have to leave now, and that is if he took pity on Cas and didn't kill him on the spot.

"It was for those damn Winchesters wasnt it? Dammit Cas! When I find those two im go-"

"You..." Castiel stopped for a second, completely confused with his brothers reaction, head tilting to the side as he tried to catch his breath in between words "You're not going to... leave now that im not...in h-heavens ranks?"

Gabriel shot him a look of complete horror at the thought "Leave?! My little Cassy? Of course not! If I do anything its going to be marching on heaven and kicking Michaels self righteous, choir boy ass!"

Tears threatened to roll down Castiels cheeks at the thought of his other beloved brother, and all the ones that he would never see again, and his older brothers devotion. Cas's body betrayed him in the end and two small drops of water rolled down his cheeks.

Cas started when a soft hand was brushing against his face, wiping the tears away.

"Its okay brother" said Gabe, clutching Cas's bloody and cold hand in his own "everything is going to be alright." and even if he said it as more of a way to convince himself than anything, when he pulled his little brother into a hug, he knew that even in their broken and desperate family, even with the hate, jealousy, and envy that was tearing his family apart, he would always have Cas, and Cas would always have him.

A/N: Oh god, (not you cas) its 1 in the morning (not actually all that late for me), my neck aches from sitting in front of this lap top for what seems like hours and my soft comfy bed is right behind me...oh gosh, you know what? you guys review or whatever, Im just going to go to sleep.

OMG! THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY BED! haha, jk...but there was one GIANT one right next to my head when I was laying in bed a few days ago, and NO JOKE, it was almost touching my face...any ways, we are way off topic here.

Thanks for reading, please R&R