Author's Note: We are sad to say we do not own anything having to do with Supernatural only Gabriella belongs to Wandertogondor and me.

I was listening to the song Angel With a Shotgun from The Cab when this idea came to me. Wandertogondor graciously agreed to help me out with this short mini-series even though I really had no plot in mind just a very general basic idea. I've personally written more than a few Supernatural stories before but never one that had Castiel as a main character.

Quick thank you to ispiltthemilk who gave me the idea for the sister's name!

This is what we've come up with and we hope you enjoy! Don't forget to let us know what you think!

Chapter 1

Cas and I stumbled into the old hunter's house beaten and bruised from our last hunt. Once inside, Cas laid two fingers on my forehead and I was filled with a burning hot sensation before my injuries were miraculously healed. If only he could mend my torn clothes, then I wouldn't be down to so few these days.

"Where in God's name have you been?" Bobby demanded walking into the living room that was still crowded over with piles of junk, after refilling what I assumed to be his coffee.

"Took care of a Djinn in Wisconsin," I replied sitting down on the worn couch as Cas leaned against the wall next to me. "Though if I didn't know any better I would have thought it was an alpha. That thing was a bitch to take down."

"When's the last time you checked in with that brother of yours?" Bobby gave me a look trying to make me feel guilty.

"So, what'd you find?" I ignored his question as I motioned to the mound of books he had sprawled about his desk. Dean and I hadn't spoken since Sam had been locked in the cage with Lucifer. He had stayed for awhile but he and I had gotten into one too many fights before he headed off to Lisa's.

"Where the hell are you going now?" Dean questioned as I checked the shotgun and tossed it to Castiel who caught it effortlessly before walking out the door.

I picked up the rest of the weapons and threw them over my shoulder ready to join him. "There's been four missing women reported in Baltimore, Cas and I are going to go check it out."

"So, what is this, huh?" He asked waving an arm between me and the door Castiel had walked out of. "You're choosing an angel over me, your own brother?"

"I'm choosing Sam," I stated with complete honesty. "Our little brother is burning in hell and if it means that I have to hunt down every evil son of a bitch in the entire world to bring him back that's what I am going to do!"

"That's what he wants you to believe isn't it? Gab, listen to me," he almost pleaded, "If there was a way to get Sam out I would be there in a second but there isn't. It's not just hell. He is locked in the cage with the devil himself. I'm not going to sit by and watch you get killed because some douche angel claims he knows how to get him out. He has your head going in so many different directions you don't even know which way is up!"

"Don't talk about him like that," I snapped not ready to explain to my older brother that my feelings for the angel were deeper than gratitude for pulling me out of hell.

"I don't even know you anymore," Dean mumbled barely over a whisper as he shook his head. "You go if you have to but if you walk out that door I'm not promising I'll be here when you get back."

I knew it meant he would leave, go have the apple-pie life he had told Sammy he would but I didn't care anymore. I couldn't care. I was walking a thin line of keeping my sanity as it was. I was going to do everything I could to get Sam out no matter what it took. I just didn't have the energy to fight with Dean anymore. I would always be there for my brothers, they were always there for me, but now it was Sam's turn for the spotlight so I flashed him a sad smile before walking out the door to join Castiel.

Cas and I had been trying everything we could to find some way, any way, we could to break Sam out but it hadn't been easy. It'd been a little over a year since I've spoken to Dean though I'm sure Bobby kept him updated.

"Gabriella," Bobby started in a warning tone.

"What?" I snapped not ready to get into a fight with the man who was like a surrogate father to me.

The old hunter let out a long sigh as he adjusted his worn baseball cap. "Before you start a war you better know what you are fighting for."

I'd heard enough as I abruptly stood from the couch, "I'm fighting for Sam! How does everyone so easily forget the tall, shaggy brown haired guy that was…is my brother! Now, damn it, if Cas could pull me out of hell then we are going to find a way to get my little brother out. Do you hear me?"

"Gabby," Cas' voice reeled my anger back as I stormed off into the kitchen.

I held myself up by the counter as I tried to calm myself down. Seconds later I felt arms wrap around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Don't you know you're everything I have," I whispered letting all of my body melt into his. "I don't want you to get in trouble for helping me. We've been lucky so far but if they come for you…or decide that you're rebelling…I just…"

Cas turned me around so I could see his crystal blue eyes, "I'm going to fight right next to you until we win this war. I don't care if heaven won't take me back."

"You don't mean that," I argued knowing how hard it was for him to rebel against everything that he was created to stand for.

"I'll throw away my faith just to keep you safe." His warm breath caressed my face. Even though my gaze had drifted down to the lopsided blue tie that was around his neck, I knew that his eyes were set evenly on mine.

I reached up and entwined my fingers behind his neck. "I want to live…not just

survive…live with you tonight, Cas. Every night."

"I am here every night," he stated his eyes searching my face the way it always did when he didn't understand something completely. "I always have been."

"I know. I wish there was an easier way for us to approach this world but unfortunately there isn't."

His pink lips parted slightly in understanding.

Having grown up in a family where there was no other love than tough love, I could never quite wrap my head around the soft way he spoke and the steadfastness he put into his promises for the future. I never let myself be driven by emotions, rather the loyalty I bound to my family and my family alone. But now, standing with this angel pressed against me, I felt an aching feeling of hope rumble within me.

I felt a sort of love that went beyond the boundaries of family. When I was with him I didn't worry about anything. I knew that he would always hold me up when I was too battered to do so myself and he would never leave me by choice to wander this earth alone.

"We should head to bed," I suggested, looking over his shoulder to see that Bobby was nowhere in sight. Subconsciously biting my lower lip, I scanned the all too familiar kitchen before my eyes drifted back to the angel knowing full well that he never actually slept.

Cas just kept his eyes glued to my face, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. "Please don't worry. We'll find a way to bring Sam back…even if it means winning the battle but losing the war."

I edged up to come closer to his face, suddenly shy after all this time as I brought my lips gently against his for a soft kiss. My eyes fluttered shut on impact, embracing the moment when I could feel him mold and relax against me. I couldn't help but twist my mouth into a smirk when he silently answered, raising a hand up to caress my cheek.

"What was that for?" The angel murmured.

I slid my finger behind the lapels of his trench coat. "Humans don't always have to justify their actions, Castiel."

"He's alright, you know," he suddenly stated, un-fogging my mind as it wandered to a lustful place.

"Who are you talking about?" I questioned, my face scrunched up in confusion taking a slight step backwards until the counter stopped me.

"I've been keeping an eye on Dean. I know how much he means to you and though you aren't speaking right now I thought it would put your mind at ease to know he is doing well," he replied slightly tilting his head to one side almost looking for my approval.

"Oh," was all that I could think to say at the moment.

To be honest, I felt a pang of guilt that I hadn't even thought about him for some time now. I had been so concerned with finding a way to break Sam free that I rarely thought about anything else at all. The few times I did let my mind wander it was only to imagine the consequences that Castiel would have to deal with if we were ever caught by the goons upstairs.

Caught. An interesting word actually, made it seem like we were doing something wrong when I had never felt like something was more right. He had come along way since he had pulled me out of hell. He understood a lot more, his ability to catch on with the weapons astounded me but there was something more. Castiel had been the first person I had ever met that believed in me without a doubt. He never second guessed me or made my ideas seem ridiculous, he just stood by me.

"I could stop if you rather I didn't," he picked up on my lack of response.

I plastered on the smile I had perfected in my elementary years as I took his tie in my hands and pulled him closer to me. Each of his hands went on either side of the counter to hold himself up as I searched his eyes.

I couldn't tell you what I was exactly looking for; answers, permission, or maybe even a hint of desire but when his blue eyes slowly shifted from my own down to my slightly parted lips.

It was the only green light I needed.

Our lips met, soft and gentle at first. Both of us trying to figure out how to express the feelings that had been bubbling right beneath the surface. There was no going back now. I had given in to my desires, my hopes and dreams and the only thing I could do was pray he would catch me when all those circumstances eventually turned back around to give me my due.

I pushed off the counter with my lower back, moving back towards the stairs with our lips still locked. We had spent countless hours either hunched over dusty books or running head first into the lair of the Djinn. We had rescued a few victims though we had lost a few as well.

This moment…this very second that we were inching toward the bedroom, clawing at each other's clothes…this was the moment that both of us rightfully deserved.

We deserved to be happy.

We deserved to forget for a little while.

This didn't mean that saving Sam was entirely dismissed from my mind because the thought, that emotional drive and investment, which I put toward the mission would always fester in my body until it was accomplished. I would not rest until my little, shaggy-haired brother was standing next to me again. Though I would go down swinging if that's what it was going to take.

***213 Weinbach Ave, Battle Creek, MI 49014***

Dean took a sharp breath, wistfully throwing a glance over at the perfectly manicured lawn which he had just finished mowing. There were beads of sweat starting on his temples and his lips were wet from sipping on a beer. He took a deep breath, resting one edge of the bottle on the tabletop.

The first days were the easiest for him. He had convinced himself that Gabby didn't need to be the sole focus at his expense. She made her decision. She chose the angel. So, he turned around and walked away without batting an eye just like she had done to him.

But that had been a long time ago.

The days were shorter then. Moments just seemed to flutter away with every tick, tick, tick of the normal days. The faithfulness he mentally promised to Lisa had him jumping straight into a life of dull perfection. It was the life Dean had always coveted and now he had running idly though his hands as he sat at the kitchen table and drank the evening away. Before he knew it, a year had gone by.

It was at that moment when he realized that all the time he had to kill when he first came to Missouri had now coagulated and slowly dripped away, making his body ache to be in the fast-track life of the road. Every day was getting shorter and he never seemed to find the time to pull him mind off Sam or Gabby for that matter. He held on to quiet desperation because in all reality that was the Winchester way, wasn't it?

He was young then.

Life was long then.

Now, a year later, still at the height of his youth, Dean felt like every old breath he took was near his last.

He had wasted enough time in an off-handed way and it was time he threw on that worn leather jacket, hopped into the Impala, and plowed through the eleven hour drive to where he knew Gabriella would be.