Ok, so i dont own supernatural, i i didnt i wouldnt be here writing fan fiction XD. Please r&r!

Angel's vessels did not decay. They did not decompose. They didn't do much of anything after the angel was killed. Unmoving for eternity. It was rather dull really. While the angel it's self simply went into nothingness. They cease to exist. There was nothing left of them, except the vessels body.

However, this was not the case for this Archangel. Gabriel had been pierced by his on blade. By his own brother whom he loved dearly. The sword had gone through his vessels meaty parts and up under his rib cage. Let's just leave it at it hurt.

Being dead for nearly a year did help though, all the pain was gone. Then again, there was no consciousness to feel the pain. The vessel was still lying in the floor of the hotel, the imprint of wings burned into the floor around him, a layer of dust covering them. His vessel stared up blindly at the celling, none of the usual mischief manifesting them.

When blood began running out of the wound once again. His chest began rising and falling, heart pumping, and a bloody cough sounded through the graveyard of a hotel. Gabriel struggled into a sitting position, gasping for breath. He knew exactly where he was. 'Motel Hell' the Winchesters had called it. And they hadn't been far off.

Before he could take in the entire situation, the nerve endings in his chest woke up. A rush of pain hit him. Gabriel cringed, removing the blade with one smooth motion, causing the hole in his chest to bleed faster. "T-that's healthy…" he muttered.

Gabriel ripped strips off his blood stained shirt with one hand; with the other he clotted the gash with of the shirt. "Damn. I loved this shirt." Gabriel wasn't going anywhere, and he knew it. For some odd reason his vessel wasn't healing its self. It was dying. If it died, he'd be back where he started. Dead. And that was one thing he didn't want.

He doubted that any of the human medical supplies were within reach of crawling to without looking a lot of blood. If he didn't find them close by, he would probably die. He could call someone. Gabriel struggled to take breath and dug a cell phone out of his pocket, flipping it open he realized it was dead. No problem, snap of the fingers and it'd be fully charged.

The phone's screen didn't light. Another snap. Nothing. His grace wasn't working. Shit. He did not need this. This left him with one option. The God Squad. Again not a thing he was fond of. Then again, there was Castiel. He wasn't part of that group… And even if he was still on earth with Dean-o and Sammy he'd still hear a prayer.

Gabriel placed one knee against the bloody cloth over his gash and the other on the floor, leaving him kneeling position in a rater awkward that pumped his vessel's blood faster. Clasping his hades together, he did pray to the lower class Angel. "Castiel, you better get your feathery ass down here before I come back home and drag you down myself!" he snarled.

"Yes?" the dark haired angel stood before him. Castiel only paused a second as Gabriel fell from his kneeling position back to the floor. Cas rushed to him as him and knelt beside him.

"Gabriel? You're alive?" Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side.

"No shit!" Gabriel snapped at his brother. "Just heal me up!" Cas nodded, removing the mass of bloody cloth Gabe had been using to slow the bleeding. He placed a hand over the wound. Gabriel gasped as white light poured out over it. There was a light fuzzy feeling in his stomach as the light receded back into Castiels hand.

"There..." Cas muttered, helping Gabriel to his feet. "Now, brother, why don't you explain what happened to you?"

"Not sure, to be honest," Gabriel took a step forward, and would have collapsed if Castiel hadn't caught him. "I woke up here with a huge hole in my chest and my mojo shorting out."

"You're cut off from heaven?" Castiel asked.

"Guess," Gabe shrugged, attempting at another step, this time with the support of Castiel. For some reason his wound hadn't knitted its self together as Cas would have liked. It had taken a lot of energy and still had left some of Gabriel's internal organs in shambles. Thankfully, as an Angel he didn't really need them; they just left him a bit on the squishy side and unable to walk well side.

Before Gabriel could try and explain more, Castiel had pulled the both of them through space to a human neighborhood. It was pouring rain. This was really not his day. "Where the hell are we?" he asked, using his coat to cover his head. Cas only pointed to one house. He looked about ready to leave when Gabriel grabbed his arm.

"Hang on, bro," Gabe gave him a side was grin. "Either fix my vessels organs or help me over there." Cas tilted his head slightly and pressed his middle and index fingers to his brothers for head. Gabriel felt the organs repair themselves. Then Cas was gone

Gabriel stood up stood up strait for the first time since he came back from the dead. Slowly he walked over to the door, when he realized he was craving a snickers bar. Maybe whoever was in this house would have on handy. He pounded on the door and waited. Gabe guessed it was the middle of the night and so he knocked again.

The door creaked open and the older of the two Winchesters peered out at him. "Gabriel?"

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