Sitting down on the available bed, Sam rubbed his face as he tried to understand what Castiel was saying. Gabriel had been dead for years, or at least they all thought he was, and now he just reappears? However, one thing which did cross his mind was the idea that it could just be the freed vessel, but that thought quickly disappeared after he remembered how many people he had seen die because they had been injured while being used as a vessel, and considering Gabriel had been killed by the Devil's hand, he was certain that the man was dead. Glancing up from his current position, he saw Dean sitting on the edge of their friend's bed while he also tried to face the fact that they not only had an injured angel on their hands (with no clue how it happened) but also that the archangel who was determined to make them say 'yes' was back from the dead. After the three had sat in a reflective silence for a few minutes, Dean decided to speak up and ask the questions that they had pondered on for the last ten minutes.

"Hey Cas, can I, um, ask you somethings?"

"What would you like to know?"

"One, how'd you know your dick of a brother was alive, and two, what happened to put you in the state you're currently in?" Castiel took a deep breath before moving so that he was resting against the bed's frame, wincing as the stitches strained, and his arms were crossed against his chest.

"Well, which one do you want answered first?" Taken back by the fact Castiel was so willing to answer, Sam blinked a couple of times, before remembering that it was Dean who was talking and that the angel was so in love with him that he go as far as to jump into a pit of holy fire for the man.

"Well, what I want to know is how you're in such a fucking mess."

"That is a...a reasonable question. I had been told that there were two angels in a warehouse and that a dangerous fight had taken place. I felt like I needed to see who it was because of how most of my brothers and sisters had been killed during the war between Raphael and I, and I didn't want to lose any more of my family." The side of Dean's mouth twitched slightly as he was reminded of when he and Sam had betrayed their friend and it appeared as though Castiel had been having similar thoughts as tears began to build up.

"Hey Cas, you don't have to saying anything else if you don't want to, okay?" Obviously Dean wasn't the only one who noticed. Castiel nodded, using the sleeve of his stained trench coat to wipe away tears that threatened to spill, as looked down at his lap.

"No, no it's fine. Once I had reached the warehouse I hid in a nearby forest to see who was there but after a while I thought it was safe and approached the building, I should've known that it was never a clever idea to go anywhere close to that place, the angel closest to the entrance turned around and saw me…" The angel stopped, fidgeting with his hands as he looked up to the ceiling and rested his head against the wall behind him.

"The angels who had passed the information on to me must've mistaken the strong presence of grace for a group of angels...Not an archangel."

"Cas? Which one was it?" Sam spoke up for the first time in hours and looked at him, hazel eyes filled with concern.

"I-it was Lucifer." The room fell silent as the brothers stopped to process the information. Lucifer was back. After what seemed like an eternity of mental anguish, Dean raised his voice.

"Wait, are you sure?"

"Definite, he was using the same vessel and it couldn't be a the human he had taken over because of the damage that Lucifer has been afflicted with while using it. The man would just die." The angel shifted his view from the ceiling to the Winchesters.

"Okay, could you please continue?" Sam gave his friend an encouraging smile and waited for a reply.

"Yes, of course. I saw him and he had an angel blade in his hand and-"

"You meant an archangel blade...right?" Sam interrupted Castiel mid-sentence and leaned back while both of the men sitting on the bed in front of him glanced at him, before Dean turned his head to the angel and gave him a questioning look. Tears were once again building up and the angel quickly blinked them away before continuing.

"No, I meant an angel blade. I'll explain why he was using one later." Placing a hand on the angel's own, Dean gave him a comforting smile as he glanced at him.

"Lucifer slowly walked up to me, only saying brother, before swinging at me with the weapon. While I was dodging his attacks however I saw...I saw why he wasn't using his own blade…" Tears were now streaming down Castiel's face, pain was laced in his pale blue eyes, as he let those words leave his mouth. And when the older hunter tried to reach out to pull him into a hug he flinched. A pained cry left his mouth as the stitches in his stomach were strained and he started hyperventilating as agony shot through his body. Dean slowly made Castiel lean against his shoulder and ran a hand through his dark hair in hopes of bringing him out of his panicked state. Luckily for the hunters it had worked and for a while they remained in complete silence. Carefully bringing him into a hug, Dean whispered words of comfort against his hair as he tried his best to wipe away the tears from his friends face. Sam stood up and sat on the other side of the angel, and rested a hand on on his thigh in hopes of showing that he cared.

It looked like they would have to try again tomorrow.

~Lost In Thoughts~

After Castiel and Dean had fallen asleep on one another, Sam slowly stood up to turn off the bright lights so that he could also try and get some rest. Walking over to his empty bed, he caught a glimpse at the clock on the bedside table and groaned. It was three in the morning and they had the angel crash in at almost ten, which meant that they had been doing this for a maximum of five hours… As Sam rubbed his eyes he climbed into bed, as quietly as he could, a d instantly fell asleep, putting the drama of that day behind him until he had to face it again.