Sam and Dean had been sitting in their motel room, both exhausted from finishing off a vampire nest, until a certain angel interrupted their peace. Both turned their heads towards their friend, watching him from their individual beds. Castiel's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a gaping wound in the centre of his chest, blood was spread throughout his dark hair and he was shaking violently as he tried to force a sentence to pass his lips.

"I-I foun-" However, he was unable to finish his sentence as he collapsed and fell into unconsciousness.

"Cas? Cas!" Dean tried to call out to his friend as he rushed forward to catch him, Sam following closely behind, as fell to his knees and took the angel in his arms, he dragged him towards the bed closest to them before lying him down. Spreading open Castiel's trench coat, Dean ordered his brother to bring him anything that could be help heal his wound. The older of the Winchesters sat on the bed containing the angel and let his hand run through the bloodied, matted hair in a comforting manner, however it was more to assure Dean than his unconscious friend. After a few minutes Sam came rushing towards them with the two with an assortment of items which he thought could be of use. Despite Castiel's unconscious state, Dean squeezed his hand a single time, as if he were awake to feel it, before letting go to stand next to his brother, who was standing over the two.

"Hey, Sammy! Hold him down will ya?" Sam quickly grabbed hold of his friends arm, so that he wouldn't thrash around if he gained consciousness during the procedure, after nodding towards his brother, Dean began.

Carefully lifting up Castiel to remove his bloodied trench coat, along with the blood soaked shirt, Dean folded the angels stained shirt and used it to wrap around the long wound as blood seeped from his chest. Dean pulled it as tightly as he could before tying it off so that the amount of blood spilled could be reduced until he could stitch up the wound.

"Sam, what do you think happened?"

"Maybe he just had a run in with a monster…" Sam began to trail off as his older brother stood up and glared at him.

"A monster can't fuckin' bust an angel! I've never a single son of a bitch who can hurt one of those winged dicks like this!" Obviously enraged by his last comment, Sam stepped back and let Dean take care of the angel.

Unravelling the cloth, Dean checked over the wound and saw that it was nowhere near as bad as when Castiel had arrived, most of the blood now dried and clinging to his bare chest revealing the real cut, which was honestly small than he expected it to be. However, he decided to stitch up his friend just in case, especially considering that he had arrived almost unconscious. Grabbing hold of the small sowing needle and dental floss, Dean got to work…

~Lost In Thoughts~

A few hours had passed since they had finished helping Castiel, and Dean was leaning against the counter near the doorway while Sam had begun researching in hopes of finding some more sightings in the local area, and now moans had begun emitting from the newly awoken angel.

Thank God, it's been fucking hours…

"Where…Where am I?" As the angel shifted his arm to rub his head Dean rushed towards him and quickly grabbed a hold of it, knowing that he would strain his stitches and cause himself more pain than he was already in.

"You're in our motel room, you just flew in here and don't move." The words fell out of his mouth as he lay Castiel's arm against the bed again. While Dean moved to sit next to him, Castiel looked at Dean and then to Sam before mumbling incoherent words.

"Hey Cas, Cas, you okay?"

"I found him."

"What?" Sam glanced over at the two, highly confused by what he meant by 'him'.

"Hey Cas, we don't have time to play the pronoun game, kay? Just tell us." Once Dean had finished his sentence, Sam walked over to the two as his curiosity grew, both brothers equally confused as to who this man was.

"Cas, who is this guy you're telling us about?"

"…" The angel paused for a minute, unsure of how to answer Dean's question.

"C'mon Cas, you can tell us anything."

"Gabriel." Sam's eyes widened in shock and Dean raised a brow.

"You mean the trickster, archangel Ga-"

"That son of a bitch?" The oldest of the Winchester's spoke up half way through his younger brother's statement.

"Yes, my brother, he's back."