Disclaimer: All I own is the idea behind the story. There are angels that I introduce here, they are real, but I am molding them to fit my story.

The sound of the door finally breaking down echoed throughout the room, but no one already in it seemed to acknowledge the commotion. Bobby entered following Raphael. Bobby went straight to the boys while Raphael walked over to Gabriel. He put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Gabriel." Raphael squeezed his brother and waited for a response. "Brother?" he whispered when he got none.

"Raphael," Gabriel said after some time, through a shaking voice. "Get Jeremiel."

"Why?"

"We are getting Castiel back, now!" he yelled.

"We aren't allowed in Hell," Michael said.

Gabriel looked up from the floor and his eyes grew to the size of lemons. The three archangels who were in the room knew where Castiel was, but none of them dared to say it. Raphael's hand left Gabriel as if touching him burned. Now Raphael knew. "I don't care," Gabriel yelled. "I will not leave my brother to them."

Michael grabbed Gabriel by his shoulders and stood him up. He shook his brother. "I never said that we were going to do that."

"Then we need help," Gabriel said. "Jeremiel!"

An instant later, sounds of wings beating filled the room and in the blink of an eye four more angels appeared. The new angels looked around. They all fell to one knee and bowed their heads in the presence of Michael and Gabriel. They all saw Castiel's vessel, but they couldn't feel their younger brother. "Where is Castiel?" Selaphiel asked. None of the archangels answered him. "Brothers, where is he?" he asked slowly.

"He's in Hell," Raphael answered, the words leaving a disgusting taste in his mouth.

Every angel who was on their knee stood up and glared at the archangels. "How could you let this happen, Gabriel?" Ramiel yelled, his eyes wide and full of fire.

"Do not speak to me that way, Ramiel. We're getting our brother back."

"How?" Barachiel asked. "What can you four do?"

"If he is in Hell, like you are saying, then you cannot do anything," Ramiel added.

Gabriel was going to say something when he was interrupted by a gasp followed by a fit of coughs coming from the floor. Gabriel looked down and saw that Castiel's vessel had somehow made it onto his side. He was shaking uncontrollably. The other archangels and angels' eyes followed. The knife was still protruding from his side. A puddle of blood was forming underneath him. "No," Michael said.

Raphael was quickly at the vessel's side and Gabriel moved to roll the vessel onto his back and lay his head on his lap. The other angels crowded around the three of them on the floor. "This is a lot of blood, Michael," Raphael said.

"Can you heal him?" Uriel said.

"I will. Once I get this knife out."

"Raphael, no," Michael said as Raphael reached for the knife.

Raphael touched the handle of the blade and his vessel's flesh sizzled. The vessel whimpered in Gabriel's lap and tried to roll away from the pain. Raphael immediately released the knife. "He cursed the blade?" Raphael asked. Michael nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" The healing angel yelled at his brothers, feeling guilty that he hurt the vessel. Castiel's vessel shrunk back at the sound of someone yelling. Raphael bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Eli."

The vessel's shaking lessened, but didn't stop, in Gabriel's lap. "It's okay," the archangel whispered. His voice choked as he tried to hold his tears back.

Michael knelt down next to the vessel and his brothers. "Eli, open your eyes," Michael said. Eli let out a soft moan. "Eli, please."

The angels and archangels watched as Castiel's vessel's eyes struggled to open. When they did, he looked around for a familiar face. "Michael? Gabriel?" he whispered. His eyes slowly shut again.

"Eli, I need you to stay awake," Raphael said.

"Tired," he said.

"I know," Raphael said, sympathetic. He ran his hand through Eli's hair, comfortingly. "But I need you to pull the knife out because we can't touch it. Not without hurting you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help him. I'm sorry," he apologized. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"No. It's all right," Gabriel said, stopping Eli's distress. He was also crying freely. "Do not apologize. There was nothing you could've done. Castiel made his decision. Now, we need to pull the knife out."

Eli opened his eyes again and saw the urgency in all of the angel's eyes. "Okay," he said.

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Dean pulled him and Sam to the nearest corner in the room. He wanted to get them as far away from where Mammon was as he could. When he was a safe distance away, he brushed off all the glass that had fallen on them, ignoring the small cuts that he received from the shattering of every glass object in the room.

He did a quick assessment of Sam while he was still unconscious. There was a lot of blood on his shirt, and most of it wasn't his. The only source of blood that was Sam's was on his shoulder, but when Dean looked through the hole in his shirt, the wound was already closed.

Dean held Sam in his arms and shook him lightly to try and get him awake. "Sammy. Sam, wake up. Come on," he said, his voice and entire body was trembling.

It went on like that for more than five minutes. Then finally, after what felt like a lifetime to Dean, Sam moaned. Dean continued to shake him. "Stop," he pleaded.

Dean stopped shaking Sam, lifted him to sit up and brought him to his chest. "Oh, thank God," Dean said, relieved.

Sam pushed away from is brother when he was able to sit on his own. Dean also stayed in a seated position. Dean reached for his brother's shirt to look for any more wounds on his body, but Sam slapped his brother's hand away before he had the chance. "I'm fine," Sam said. He ran his hand through his hair. "Dean, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just—"

"Don't," Dean interrupted, knowing exactly what his brother was going to say.

"Dean."

"It wasn't you," he said. Dean didn't want his brother feeling guilty for something that wasn't his fault.

Sam looked around, taking count of all the people in the room. "Where is Ruby?" Sam asked.

"I killed her," Dean said without hesitation and without regret. Sam stared at his brother in disbelief. "Don't give me that look. She stabbed you. She's the reason that Mammon was able to get into you."

Sam ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't believe how stupid he was. "Well, lucky that you got to her first."

Dean looked down. "Sorry, Sammy. I know that you trusted her."

"Some good that did." He paused. He ran his hand through his hair again and caught a glimpse of blood on his shirt. He knew that it wasn't his own. "Dean, did I hurt anyone?"

"You didn't do anything," Dean said.

"But I had to have done something. I've never felt so evil, so dark."

"Well, that's over for now."

Bobby walked over to the two brothers kneeling on the floor. "How are you feeling, Sam?" Bobby asked, announcing his presence.

"Like I just woke up from a century long coma."

In any other situation, the three of them would've laughed about it, but it was too soon. "Dean," Bobby said.

"I checked him over," the older Winchester brother replied. "No cuts. I don't know what Castiel did to Mammon, but Sam's all right."

"Is Castiel all right?" Sam asked. "I remember stabbing him."

"Sam," Dean scolded.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Bobby. Tell me. How is Castiel? I remember seeing him and Mammon wanting to hurt him. And who are all these people?"

"I think they're angels," Bobby answered.

"They look so sad," Sam said. He found himself feeling the same way.

"I think… they're mourning," Bobby said.

Sam couldn't understand why the angels were so sad. "But Mammon is gone," he said. "Doesn't that mean the war is done? The seal wasn't broken. Mammon is gone, right?" It was a cause for celebration, not mourning.

"I think that Castiel is too," Bobby said.

Dean quickly turned to Bobby then back to the angels gathered around the center of the room. "What?" Dean asked.

"Castiel is gone," Bobby said, this time sure of it.

"How did that happen? Castiel said for Gabriel to find him. What does that mean?" Dean asked.

Bobby looked at Dean funny. He didn't know what Dean was talking about. He guessed that something must've happened while he was stuck outside with Raphael. "I don't know. But he had to do something to get Mammon out of Sam. And the sadness in this room is overbearing." He put his hand to his heart. "Gabriel is crying and Michael is close to it."

Dean still hadn't turned back to face his brother and Bobby. He wanted to see through the wall o angels surrounding Castiel. "But isn't that him right there?" Dean asked.

"I think that's his vessel," Bobby replied. "I think Castiel is gone."

Sam brought a hand to his forehead and shook his head like he was trying to remember something. "When Mammon stabbed Castiel, the vessel wasn't bleeding at all, and now this room smells like copper. It smells like a lot of blood, Bobby," Sam said. Bobby looked to the group of people in the middle of the room.

Dean stood up and stepped around his brother and Bobby. He ignored their stares and walked toward the angels. He wanted to know what was going on. He saw the puddle of blood growing under the vessel and pooling at the angels' feet and it scared him.

So, here is the second chapter. Everything up to the most recent episodes is free game. I might steal or totally slaughter some concepts. So, obviously this story is AU because I don't agree with what happened in episode 4x16. Just to warn you, Castiel himself might not be in the next few chapters, but his vessel will, so I'm hoping that will be enough. But I promise that he will be in the story eventually.

Here is my cast for these new angels:

Jeremiel (God's exaltation) – Taye Diggs

Ramiel (Thunder of God) – David Boreaneaz

Barachiel (Blessing of God) – Michael Trucco

Selaphiel (Intercessor of God) – Victor Webster

I hope this chapter turned out all right. Thanks for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock