Author's Note: I'm sorry, I forgot to mention the warnings for this story! Also SPN is back on tonight!

Angelcest, Bonding, Mating Bond, Anal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Switch Castiel, Switch Gabriel, First Time, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Consensual Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Rimming.

~This Story has been edited by QueenOfHearts

Chapter Two

Waking up with an archangel wrapped around him wasn't something Castiel had ever expected in his life. Sure, when he was younger he would get the occasional hug or brush of wings from one of his older brothers, but never did they embrace him as Gabriel had the night before. It was comforting, something Castiel didn't want to take for granted.

What was just as surprising was how his grace was fully restored to levels he had nearly forgotten he once possessed. Flexing his grace like a muscle, the angel reached out to the room checking those inside. Dean was still asleep, the hunter peacefully dreaming while turned away in the third bed, his hand clasped around a gun he hid under his pillow. Sam was awake, typing at his computer while sipping at a cup of steaming coffee. His back was resting against his headboard, and Castiel could feel the hunter's gaze moving from his computer screen to the two angels every few moments.

Gabriel was awake. The archangel was still holding him, his fingers rubbing small circles at the back of Castiel's neck which made him snuggle deeper into his brother's embrace. He should have gotten up to start the day and begin to plan what would happen next and how exactly Gabriel thought they would be able to trap Lucifer in his cell. Instead, the Castiel sighed happily and basked in the few moments of peace he could find.

This was all that he ever wanted. If this sensation of having someone hold him and protect him, as Gabriel was doing, was what Dean found when he went home with who knows how many women then Castiel couldn't blame the man. It was peaceful and soothing, his grace settled and secure in a way he had never experienced, and Castiel wanted to keep it for as long as possible. Before long Dean started to wake, his head tossed on the pillow before he cracked his eyes open.

"Damnit, I thought it was a nightmare. Why are you still here?" demanded the hunter, his voice hoarse with sleep while he sat up. Sam and Gabriel both rolled their eyes, but Castiel could feel an ache in his chest. It would be just like the hunter to scare Gabriel away, his pride not allowing someone who harmed him previously to help. The last thing he wanted was for Gabriel to leave.

"Gabriel is offering the help of an archangel, Dean; you would do well not to throw that away. Even with my grace restored he can offer far more than I ever could. You should show him some respect."

The words slipped out before the seraph could stop them, and though he refused to give up the new connection with the angel, Castiel did pull back enough to glare over Gabriel's shoulder at the hunter. Sam chuckled into his mug, but Gabriel's fingers which had been soothing him trailed down to rub at his back which was no longer clothed in his trench coat. The warm palm felt terrific against his shoulder blades, the archangel moving to touch exactly where Castiel needed it.

"Dude! You know what he did to us, and you for that matter, and you're just going to let it drop? And what did you say about your grace?"

There was a genuine curiosity in Dean's tone. Though he had tried to hide the worst of it, the Winchesters had known for a while that he was falling, and what it was doing to him. With a smile thrown to Gabriel who was pretending not to hear the conversation, Castiel answered. "Gabriel restored my grace to its former glory. To have an archangel do so, it's unprecedented."

"It's fine, Cassie; he was just being a dick. How's your grace holding up, Kiddo?" Along with his softer tone, Gabriel continued to massage the area where his wings connected with his vessel. It was distracting.

"I'm fine, brother; my grace feels better than before. I don't remember the last time I was this restored. Thank you."

Gabriel hummed, running his hand along Castiel's back before trailing his fingers through the angel's hair. "I'm glad it took. I may have given you a bit of a boost, nothing that would tip off my brothers, but enough that you should be able to hold your own against anyone else." A thrill ran through Castiel at the thought of being given such a gift. Absently he had known that, as an archangel, Gabriel could promote whoever he saw fit, but never did Castiel believe he would be one of the few that his older brother would bestow the honor to.

"Thank you, brother." Gabriel must have heard the sincerity in his tone as his golden eyes softened slightly before placing a light kiss to his forehead.

"You're welcome; I fully expect you to use the upgrade to help kick ass though." Nodding at the comment, Castiel decided against moving away from the archangel. Though he could see the contact was making Dean uncomfortable, Castiel wasn't willing to let the connection go.

"So what's your plan? Last night you mentioned putting the Devil back in his box. How exactly are we going to manage that?" Now that Dean had managed to grab the cup of coffee that Sam had gotten for him, the hunter seemed more receptive of the archangel being in the room. Castiel pulled back enough to look at Gabriel who didn't seem the least bit fazed at having someone curl up against him. Though he loathed doing so, Castiel pulled away so he was sitting up, feeling like the conversation deserved his full attention.

The loss of warmth from Gabriel's vessel and grace was instantly missed. Judging by the small frown on the archangel's face, Gabriel didn't enjoy the separation any more than he did. Castiel waited for the archangel to speak, hopeful that he would be able to find out some kind of plan that they could use against Lucifer and Michael. If there was anyone who would know how to fight the two it would be Gabriel. From what he could tell, Gabriel had been the one in the middle for far too long.

"I don't have the whole plan yet. Like I said last night, I figure there must be a way for the cage to be opened again. Dad would have made another way to lock Lucifer up if he ever got out, and while he could pick Luci up and lock him away again, he's all about humanity solving their own problems."

There was a bitter edge to Gabriel's voice, and though Castiel had the utmost faith in their father, after looking for him for so long, he could understand where the archangel was coming from. How long did Gabriel pray for salvation from the fighting in Heaven before he ran away? How many nights on Earth did he look for God, only to come up empty-handed and alone?

Fighting the need to reach out to the archangel, Castiel listened as Dean complained about half-baked ideas while Sam asked more details on what they may be able to use against either archangel. "There's a sigil you can use that will block them out, but it's very precise. I'll teach you the ones for Lucifer and Michael… you might need one for Raphael since he's playing lapdog these days as well."

"I did not know that there was such a thing," commented Castiel. Gabriel smirked with a shrug. "The last thing Michael would have wanted was a way for someone to block him. It's not something we would typically show anyone, but desperate times and all that."

The next half hour was spent with Gabriel teaching them the needed sigils, Castiel memorizing them easily while Sam and Dean practiced the markings until they could do them without thinking. Once Gabriel felt they knew what they were doing, he stood, and as if pulled by some string, Castiel did as well.

"Well, boys, if Cassie here feels up to it, we could get a start on finding out how to open that cage."

Before either Winchester could protest, Castiel nodded. "I will help where I can, brother."

Leaning into the hand which was placed on his shoulder, Castiel wasn't surprised when Gabriel flew them away from the motel. Standing in a meadow which was across the country from the Winchesters, Castiel looked to Gabriel, waiting for orders. Gabriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Listen, the best I can figure is we're going to have to observe the cage to find out what makes it tick. Since you've been down in the pit before, I'm hoping that you might remember the best path to enter while we search. It's best if we stay undetected for as long as we can."

"Before we leave, I need to know, why did you decide to help us? You could have returned to your life as Loki, even if you only had a few more years before either Michael or Lucifer won. You don't need to help us." Castiel couldn't help but voice his question, the one that had been burning at the back of his mind since Gabriel showed up at the hotel.

"Because Dean was right," Gabriel answered in a near-whisper, "and besides I couldn't leave the only angel doing Dad's Will without backup. We'll win this one, Cassie. Between you, those two knuckleheads and me, we'll pull this off. Now, where should we break into Hell?"

Letting his grace flow to find the entrance he had used last time when he needed to save Dean, Castiel hoped that he would be able to prove his worth to the archangel willing to help them. If they managed to save the world, perhaps Gabriel would be willing to spend more time with him alone. He much liked the thought of those hands on him again.

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