Aww thank you so much for the beginning support. This story might not be updated as frequently as The Feather Effect or Mpreg but It will definitely remain worked on. :D

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Chapter 2: Deals:

Dean just stared in shock at Gabriel's wings. He had no idea why but he felt a growing obsession of them brewing. Gabriel had six wings just like Michael but they were different somehow. They weren't held as high or dangerously angled and Michael's had been. They were vibrant white like Castiel's but had a soft, golden glow aura to them, shading some brightness of the white. All in all, they were beautiful but not as absolutely breathtaking that Castiel's had been.

"Where's Cassie?" Gabriel asked, stepping forward and throwing himself down on the spare bed. He closed in four of his wings in the process, leaving just two out.

Dean took a deep breath then sat down on his bed, staring at the wings again and the way they seemed more casual as they sprawled over the bed. Like Gabriel was much more comfortable with his environment than the other angels.

"How are you alive?" Dean asked, lifting his eyebrows.

"Oh…not entirely sure. I just woke up in a field somewhere," Gabriel said, shrugging, "I sensed Castiel here so I decided to pop in. Where is Sam?" he glanced around the room.

Dean frowned and stared down, "How long have you been topside exactly?"

"A few days," Gabriel answered, "Why?"

"Sam is in the cage with Lucifer," Dean said slowly.

Gabriel sat up, eyes wide, "What?" he asked, "How on Earth…nevermind, I don't know why I'm asking. You two knuckleheads are capable of everything."

Dean just nodded then proceeded to tell Gabriel everything that happened since his death, leading all the way up to Michael taking away Castiel's memories to where they were now.

"Wow," Gabriel said, staring up, "That was a low blow, Michael."

Dean hated the fear that radiated through him when Michael appeared in the room. He instantly stood up though to prove he wasn't afraid despite the way Michael seemed to glower darkly at him.

Dean was startled when Gabriel was suddenly in front of him, white and golden wings blocking Dean's view.

"Gabriel," Michael said, his tone instantly become soft, "Brother."

"Don't 'brother' me," Gabriel growled, "How could you do that to Castiel?"

"I needed him back," Michael said, "he is an angel and he serves Heaven, not Dean."

"Father has brought him back more times than you can imagine," Gabriel defended, "You know He did that because Castiel was right. How could you just destroy him like that?"

"Castiel will remember everything if he wants to," Michael snapped.

Gabriel ground his teeth, "Looks like your prized fight was avoided? What do you think about that?"

"Gabriel, not now," Michael said, shaking his head, "I'm trying to set things right in Heaven. I could use your help."

"No," Gabriel said, lifting his wings defiantly, "I do not serve you."

"I've missed you, Gabriel," Michael said after a moment, "When I heard what Lucifer did…"

"Just stop," Gabriel said, holding up a hand.

Michael gave him a solemn look before disappearing. Gabriel turned back to Dean, "What is different about you?" he asked, noticing how Dean's soul just seemed off.

"I can see your wings," Dean said, not bothering to bring up the conversation he just heard.

Gabriel paused and for once, Dean saw complete and utter shock in those eyes, "Like…the shadows?"

"No…like I can actually see them…yours are like white and gold," Dean said, knowing it wasn't even close to a good description but it was enough.

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows, "When did this start?" he asked.

Dean took a deep breath, "Um…after Michael healed me," he said, trying to remember.

Gabriel stood there for a moment, searching Dean's soul with his gaze, picking up on the subtle hints of something grace-like within. Dean was no longer just an ordinary human…Gabriel wasn't sure what he was now. He took a deep breath, "Well…I have things I need to tend to."

"Wait," Dean said quickly. Gabriel turned to him with a questioning look.

"Is there anything you can do to help Sam?" Dean asked, his eyes hopeful.

Gabriel shook his head slightly, "I wish there was," he said, "but I am not strong enough."

Dean took a deep breath and nodded, his stomach twisting guiltily as Gabriel vanished.

. . .One Month Later. . .

Dean winced as he felt his body slam into the wall, wood breaking around him with rusted nails piercing into his back. His head spun as his vision blackened from the immense pain he was feeling.

"Oh Dean," the demon said, stepping into the light.

Dean gasped and winced as he felt more sharp pain radiating down his spine and through his shoulders. It felt like his bones were burning through his skin. He blinked a few times then made a sound of disgust as he noticed exactly what the demon looked like.

Dean felt immediate fear trickle through him as he stared at the disgusting, vile, repulsive creature in a meat suit standing before him. This demon was one ugly sonofabitch with eyes that were red as blood, skin tattered and cut and scarred so badly you could barely see the color of his flesh. His mouth was twisted into a vicious smirk, revealing a set of sharp, pointed teeth like a vampire only more gross. Beneath the vessel it wore, Dean could see the nasty darkness that made up the 'soul'. He wanted to throw up at how truly sickening this demon was. He couldn't even tell which vessel it was.

"You are so ugly," Dean spat, "I can't even look at you."

The demon raised an eyebrow and Dean took a deep breath before trying to focus on the outside appearance so he could know who he was dealing with. He had just walked into this cabin and was thrown into the wall before he could get a look. He knew demonic activity was going on, though. That much was clear.

Once he was able to focus on what the vessel looked like, his stomach twisted to see the familiar face and hear the smug accent, "You don't look so great yourself," Crowley said as he leaned down towards Dean.

Dean tried to move or fight back or something but he honestly couldn't move. All he could feel was excruciating agony vibrating his shoulders and spine and ribs. He sucked in a breath and winced as another wave of fiery hot pain spread through his bones. He panted and turned to Crowley, "What are you doing to me?" he asked.

Crowley seemed honestly surprised as he took a step back, "I'm not doing anything," he said, "Perhaps I threw you a bit too hard."

"Go to Hell," Dean spat angrily.

"Oh but that place has gotten so boring," Crowley said, walking around Dean.

"What do you want?" Dean asked, wincing again from another wave of pain. He could feel something cracking and shifting in his bones and he couldn't help the scream that escaped him.

Crowley paused to watch Dean for a moment, noticing the way his soul was flickering with something foreign, "I heard from a little birdie that you are somewhat very important to the angels again."

Dean panted as the wave of pain stopped for a moment, "Yeah, I'm still Michael's true vessel."

"Not that," Crowley said, shaking his head and stepping in front of Dean again, "it's about your soul," he said, "It's…very valuable and powerful at the moment."

"I'm not making a damn deal with you," Dean growled angrily, clenching his fists as much as he could.

"Not even for Bobby?" Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow, "I still own his soul, you know."

"You let him go," Dean growled, stopping to cry out as another wave of pain shot through him. He could feel his jacket heavy and sticky against his skin, drenched in blood. It felt like he just got sprayed in the back with a hose.

"No," Crowley said, "Now if you want to talk a trade…" he paused as he glanced at Dean's soul again, watching as a blue-white light began to flicker into it, rushing up. Dean's eyes flashed with piercing white for a moment.

"What on Earth is going on with that soul?" Crowley asked, taking a step back as he felt a familiar sensation of angelic presence. He knew at once a powerful angel was arriving so he took off in a flash.

Dean gasped as his breath came back to him. The pain in his back disappeared immediately as well as the rest of it through his body. He took a deep breath before standing up. He instantly moved his hands to feel his back but everything seemed fine. He shrugged and glanced around when he felt the air of wings.

"Hello Dean," Michael said smoothly, standing in front of the hunter. He wasn't sure what was happening with the human but he assumed it had to do with being his vessel.

"Thought if I saw you again, I'd be dead," Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"Mind your tone," Michael said firmly, "I am here to offer you a deal."

Dean sighed, "What is up with all of the deals? I mean, I know I'm sexy and all but seriously?"

Michael just stared at him, "I want you to say 'yes'," he said flatly.

Dean barked out a laugh and shook his head as he grabbed his stuff, "Listen…I didn't say yes before and I'm not going to now."

"I will raise Sam's soul from the cage," Michael said, "and heal Castiel's mind."

Dean paused at the mention of Sam. He turned around, staring at Michael, "Lucifer is possessing Sam…you raise him, you're bringing Lucifer back. Why would I offer myself up for you to re-start the Apocalypse?"

"When the door to the cage closed, Lucifer was torn from Sam, therefore, they are two separate entities. I can raise Sam's soul without bringing out Lucifer," Michael said calmly.

Dean took a deep breath, "How do I know you won't use me to fight Lucifer anyways?"

"Lucifer is back in the cage…what reasons would I have to fight him? I can always wait for him to rise in another couple centuries," Michael said, "I can promise you I am not going to bring Lucifer out to fight."

"Then why the Hell do you care about pulling Sam out? What is the point of using me as a vessel if it's not for your own personal reason?" Dean asked, not willing to believe it.

"I want to be sure Lucifer cannot be risen for a long time," Michael explained, "and to seal up the cage properly, I would need the strength of my true vessel. I will not lie to you, Dean. I am speaking the truth."

"And you just expect me to believe you?" Dean asked, lifting his eyebrows, "Not going to happen, buddy."

"Not even to get Sam back as healed as he was before jumping in?" Michael asked.

Dean felt his heart clench at the idea of having Sam back. He took a deep breath, allowing his mind to think about it.

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"Castiel!" Gabriel said cheerfully as he appeared beside the younger angel.

Castiel shot up from the bench where he was sitting and stared at Gabriel with wide eyes, "G-Gabriel?" he asked, "You're alive?"

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at the angel, "You really don't remember anything, do you? Honestly, Michael can be such an insensitive prick."

Castiel widened his eyes, "Gabriel…you cannot speak like that."

"I can do whatever I want," Gabriel said, shrugging, "Now…I know how you can get back your memories."

Castiel tilted his head, "Why does everyone speak to me about these memories?"

"You know of the prophet, Chuck right?" Gabriel asked, lifting his eyebrows.

"Of course," Castiel replied easily.

"Then let's go see him. He's been writing everything that has happened for…hell, for many years now. You can read his stuff and you'll know," Gabriel said, grabbing onto the trench coat of the blue eyed angel.

Castiel stood firmly, "Gabriel…I must inform our brothers about seeing you."

Gabriel sighed, "They already know. Lucifer killed me. Come on," he dragged Castiel's arm more and spread his wings. After a moment, Castiel spread his own wings to follow.

Gabriel arrived in the home of the prophet and paused when he noticed how empty it appeared. It was almost as if nobody had been there in a while.

"Where is he?" Castiel asked, gazing around the room.

"I don't know," Gabriel said, scanning the counters. He smiled when his eyes landed on the shelf of books. He quickly glanced at them and was glad to know they were in order. He lifted up the book written about Dean being pulled out of Hell. He handed it over to the blue eyed angel, "Read this and the rest of the books down that shelf," Gabriel said before flopping down on the couch.

Castiel just stared at the book, "Supernatural? This looks like a fictional novel."

"Just read it," Gabriel urged as he lifted a remote.

Castiel just shook his head as he began to read what he was told. He felt his grace twist a little as he read about he, himself being the one to raise Dean from Perdition. He was sure he would remember that.

It only took about ten minutes for Castiel to catch fully up on the books. The only ones he hadn't read were a few but he wasn't surprised to see the written printed copies lying on the desk. He lifted them and was done within moments. He took a deep breath as all of the information absorbed into his mind, reaching into his grace and within seconds, he remembered everything.

"So?" Gabriel asked walking over and munching on a candy bar.

"I remember it all," Castiel said, feeling suddenly guilty for not knowing. Dean had tried to explain it to him but he was just stupid, "Do you know where Dean is?"

"Last I saw of him was in Texas…Copperas Co-" he was cut off as Castiel vanished.

Gabriel sighed, "You're welcome," he shouted to the space where Castiel had been standing. He just shook his head and followed Castiel. He was bored and there was nothing else to do.

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Dean didn't know how long he was silent but Michael was still in the darkened room with him, glancing around the room contemplatively, "Was there a demon in here recently?" he asked.

Dean nodded, "Yeah," he said, "So…if I say yes you mean it that you will bring Sam back – alone – restore Castiel and you won't re-start the apocalypse?"

Michael nodded, "and I will leave you to yourself once my mission of restoring the cage is complete."

"How long should all of this take?" Dean asked, wondering what he was thinking. Cas was going to kill him.

"No more than two months," Michael replied.

"Why two months?" Dean prodded.

"To reseal a few of the locks on the cage, I need a Lunar Eclipse," Michael said firmly.

Dean took a deep breath, knowing he was probably making the wrong decision but the thought of having Sam back was too tempting, "Then yes," he said, "You have my permission."

"Dean no!" Castiel shouted.

Dean jumped and turned his attention to where Castiel was storming over, his eyes fierce and expression filled with rage. For a moment, Dean remembered the alley where he got his ass kicked, "Cas?" he asked, wide eyed.

"I remember everything," Castiel said, closing the space.

"You are too late, Castiel," Michael said as he turned from the angel to Dean, who was now looking afraid. Michael let out a slight smile as he felt the invitation open. He began to walk towards Dean.

Dean gave Castiel and apologetic look and began to brace himself.

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Okay, so here we go. Please leave reviews and love. Let me know what you think or what you would like to happen. :D

I apologize for those of you who would have liked Castiel to remain with amnesia longer. I just couldn't stand writing him without memories. Lol. Please review and let me know though.