The battle between heaven and hell had been raging on for days, Gabriel and Castiel on the front lines, fighting for their lives and the good of all Human and Angel kind. They fought, losing many lives and taking even more, but when the metephorical smoke cleared, it was a hollow victory. For those they'd lost were good and loyal, and those they'd killed had been good friends, Angels still, led astray. Almost as soon as the battle had begun Castiel had begun feeling a pull to the Human world, Dean was praying for his help. It seemed he just wanted some Heavenly information to help them with a routine salt and burn, so he decided they could handle it alone. Later though, in the heat of the battle he felt a stronger pull, two Humans praying for his aid, one in extreme anguish, the other franticly searching for help in finding a lost loved one. But still, the battle was raging and he could not go. He lead his group to a shaky victory, in it's last moments Castiel heard it. He heard two things he wished never to hear again, the first being the anguished cries, desperate, begging for help, for his help, and then, far worse than even that, he heard a heart give up and a soul begin to die. Castiel flew to his brother, knowing he would need Gabriels help and together they left faster than either had ever flown before, they'd never had this much to loose.
When Castiel and Gabriel landed in the kitchen of Gacys home they were both deeply confused. Until they saw the trail of blood first going up the stairs towards the attic and then returning back to the room where two bodies lay crumpled and bleeding. As soon as the Angels saw what was in front of them they ran to the brothers and began their work, no matter how drained they were, Sam and Dean had to live.
