"Oooookay … well then, are we going to stand here like statues or do we want to finish of this ghost?" Dean desperately tried to overcome the awkwardness that hung in the air, but it did not work, if anything it just made matters worse; My blush worsened (if that was even possible) and when I turned to look at Gabe he to was red in the face, but not of embarrassment.
Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, hitting at first. I didn't mind being hit I was rather used to it from school. I just lay there and blocked my face; he could use me as a punching bag. But when he wrapped his hands around my neck and chocked me, I attempted to fight back although the power to do so swiftly left me. So instead I endeavoured to claw his hands a way from my throat, my struggle however quickly proved useless.
Consciousness was failing me. I was on the edge of fainting, when someone pulled my elder brother off of me. I gasped for air, lung craving to be reunited with air, as I looked up at my saviour. Honestly, I was expecting to see Dean coming to my aid, but what I saw instead made my heart stop.
Not that Dean and Sam hadn't rushed to my assistance, they had climbed out of the window and would have tackled Gabriel … if HE hadn't beaten them to it.
"What the hell are you kids doing here?"
"Da-" I began.
"Father, he… He said, the thing…. He told them the thing," Gabriel interrupted pointing at me.
Father looked at me, not angry or wrathful, but some thing worse. What I saw in his eyes was … Disappointment.
"That was not my question. What are you doing here?" he repeated calmly, not letting his eyes drift from me. I felt ashamed; I couldn't stand it looking at him. I knew I had done wrong, it was just too difficult to look up so I stared down at the rotting floorboards of the patio.
"Mister Chuck, sir, if I may." Sam had taken the word and he continued, bearing a tone of utter respect.
"Dean and I brought them here to help us with a job." He sounded forcefully polite, then again most people got that way around my father, he was the founder of the town after all and held a lot of power in his hands.
"A job?"
"Yes sir, you know the type our dad does."
Dad just nodded and gestured for both my brother and me to rise, from the old wood.
"Castiel, Gabriel, you will say your goodbyes and then return home with me.I trust you boys can handle this 'job' by yourselves." Dean and Sam nodded agreeing.
My brother and I stood and followed my father home without another word toward the Winchesters.
I was sure in big trouble when we got home.