Two weeks had passed since she had died. Castiel had not found yet the way to bring her back. He had tried everything he knew, every prayer, every word, every symbol. Every magic formula. He had prayed in all the languages he knew.

Nothing had worked.

Only an Archangel could do it, and God, of course. But Castiel knew the one who could give him back Anna, without disturbing God. He couldn't believe that Gabriel didn't want to help him.

Castiel had always known that Gabriel was the Trickster, but he had never betrayed him. He had tried to cover up Gabriel's identity even with the Winchesters. Why didn't he want to help him?

Gabriel knew what Anna was to him.

Castiel sighed shaking his head. Gabriel would never helped him: he didn't like Anna because she had fallen... no, he didn't like Anna because she had hurt Castiel.

It was true.

When she had fallen, he had felt betrayed, hurt, and alone. He couldn't understand why she had done it and he couldn't help but hold a grudge against Anna.

Castiel had hated her.

But now.. now he was desperate.

Anna wasn't in prison, neither in Heaven nor in Hell.

She was dead.

Burnt by Michael.

It was his fault, Castiel would had to protect her.

His blind loyalty, his fear, his... jealousy...

Yes.

His jealousy.

Anna had looked at Castiel defiantly and then she had kissed Dean in front of him.

Just to hurt him.

Castiel covered his face with his hands: those memories still hurt him.

But the sorrow for her death was stronger than everything.

He lifted his head: he had to find the way to bring her back to life.

Yeah, but what?

A thought flashed through his mind.

Make a deal. Maybe with Crowley, he was powerful...

"My God", he whispered," what am I thinking?"

Castiel was an angel, he couldn't make a deal with a demon or with... Lucifer himself.

Lucifer could...

"No!" he yelled to himself. "Forgive me, Father..." murmured.

Castiel was about to cry. He didn't know what to do. He wanted, but he didn't know how.

A deal with the Devil was a stupid and dangerous idea. Lucifer would have gained two rebel angels.

But we will be together

Yes, two fricking fallen angels!

The angel shook his head. "I'm going crazy." he moaned.

He couldn't resign himself, but he really didn't know what to do.

Anna was dead and he couldn't do anything for her.

Castiel sighed and started to cry: everything was lost.

Suddenly, a strong beating of wings announced him that he wasn't alone.

"What do you want, Gabriel?" he asked harshly.

"Are you angry with me, Cas?"

Castiel turned around and looked at his brother. Gabriel saw his tears and felt bad.

"Why should I be angry with you?" Castiel replied sarcastically.

"Cas..." he began

Castiel interrupted him. "Yes, I know. It's okay." he lied.

Gabriel frowned. "Really? So why are you crying?"

Castiel shrugged. "Hobby."

"Castiel, don't you do so. Don't cut me off from your life..."

"What?", Castiel yelled, "I'm sorry brother, but I'm not in the mood of jokes."

"Jokes?" Gabriel didn't understand.

Castiel nodded. "Yes. You have done that to me when you have escaped from Heaven. Everyone I loved have escaped from Heaven.... I don't...." his voice broke.

"Why are you here?" Castiel asked him.

"We have to talk."

Castiel gave him a tired smile. "About what." he said.

The Archangel stared at his younger brother. "Anna."

Castiel stiffened. "We already have talked about her, haven't we?" he said in a harsh tone.

"Man, stop using that tone with me." Gabriel said with a severe expression.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I'm really sorry." he apologized ironically.

Gabriel was silent and Castiel understood to have hurt him.

"Forgive me.. I really didn't mean to offend you..."

"I know Cas...", Gabriel came close to Castiel, "I know what you feel..." he said resting his hand on his brother's shoulder.

The angel shook his head. "You can't, not really." he affirmed with trembling voice.

"I... I loved Anna when everyone else wanted her dead. And I didn't do anything to save her..."

The Archangel sighed deeply. "I'm here for this..." he said.

Castiel looked at him confused "What do you mean?"

"I think I've found the way to help you..."

"Don't tease me." Castiel snapped and turned away from him.

"I don't, Cas. I'm serious."

Castiel frowned and looked in his eyes. He couldn't believe, it was too good to be true: did he want to help him?

It couldn't be, it was a trick.

"I don't get you. Don't you fear of Michael?" he asked.

Gabriel nodded. "Oh yes, I do. But you stupid little angel... you are important to me. You have been loyal to me, you have lied for me when the others asked you where I was. I can't.. revive her, but I think I can do something..."

Castiel's heart began to pulse faster. "What?"

"You have to trust me, Cas. My plan could be dangerous..." the Archangel began.

"Could be?"

"Okay.. it's dangerous." Gabriel said.

Castiel laughed. "Fantastic." he replied ironically.

His brother rolled his eyes. "So, do you trust me?"

"Not much, but I have no choice." Castiel responded.

Gabriel sighed. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Now listen to me, Cas."

Castiel nodded. He would have done everything to bring her back to life. Everything.