"Tell me what happened," Dean demanded. He, Sam, and Cas were in the motel room. Dean sat on the edge of his bed, Sam on the edge of his own. Cas stood in between the two brothers. The angel's gaze lowered to the floor. He stayed silent.
"Cas, tell us what happened," Sam repeated Dean's words, staring sternly at the angel. Castiel took in a deep breath, and then exhaled shakily.
"…After the Leviathans took over," Cas began, "they just pushed me aside. It was awful, the things they were thinking. They were excited." The angel had a vacant look on his face as he spoke, his breathing quickening at the horrible memory. "I watched them hurt you, Sam, and Bobby." He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His gruff voice choked out a, "I'm so sorry, Dean. I made the wrong choice- I was foolish." Dean clenched his fists, looking serious as he stared at the angel.
"Hey. Listen," he said, voice gentler than his determined expression. He stood up, facing the broken angel. "It's all right. Everyone makes mistakes," he murmured. Sam watched his brother carefully. He hadn't seen Dean that caring, that warm towards someone other than his family(or someone he seriously cared about). Castiel looked into Dean's lush green eyes, forcing back a strong emotion that was threatening to escape his already teary eyes.
"But I started all of this," the angel said in a pained tone.
"Then you can finish this. But not alone." Dean gave him a cheesy grin, happy he had Castiel back.
Sam quirked an eyebrow, a sudden smirk spreading across his lips as he realized something he hadn't noticed before. He held back the feeling to snicker, and just sat there in silence. The eldest Winchester turned and glanced around.
"So what's the plan?" he asked, shooting a questioning look at Sam, who returned his stare.
"Plan?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Y'know? The plan? To, like, save the world and kill the Leviathans? That plan." Sam snorted.
"How the hell should I know? According to some damn legend thing, 'Gabriel the archangel' was supposed to slay the stupid Leviathan with his God-mended spear thingy." He shrugged, giving Dean an unimpressed look. "And the last time I checked, the dude was dead." Dean groaned.
"Then how the fuck are we supposed to kill it?"
Suddenly, a flutter of wings erupted behind them, and the three turned to stare wide-eyed at a familiar looking figure leaning against the crap TV.
"Hiya, boys," Gabriel purred, flicking his tongue across a purple Tootsie Roll Pop, smirking at the trio. "I think I may be a bit of assistance?"
"What the fuck?" Dean screeched, instinctively grabbing Castiel's arm and tugging him back to stand behind him. The angel lifted an eyebrow at the hunter, but remained quiet, moving his eyes back onto the trickster.
"I know! I'm even sexier before I was dead- didn't think that was possible." He turned to smirk seductively at Sam. "How do I look, Sammy? Pretty irresistible, huh?" He winked at the youngest Winchester who stared, open-mouthed, at the archangel. His face turned red.
"Y-You're supposed to be dead!"
Gabriel smirked. "But so was Cas." He glanced at his younger brother. "Is this the third or fourth time Daddy's brought you back, Cassie?"
The angel stiffened from behind Dean, narrowing his eyes at his brother. The archangel laughed.
"Ohh, c'mon, you guys are delighted to see me! I'm pretty sure Dad brought me back to do some 'unfinished business'." He gnawed on the lollipop. The three just stood there, looking flabbergasted.
"Oh shit," Sam breathed. "You can kill the Leviathans!" The trickster sighed, slumping his shoulders and giving the youngest Winchester an 'Are you kidding me?' look.
"Seriously? You just got that?" He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "Sammy boy, I'm disappointed."
"Oh, go screw yourself," Dean snapped, glaring at the archangel. He still hasn't forgiven him for killing him a thousand times in one day. Gabe raised an incredulous eyebrow, staring at Dean in surprise.
"Really, Dean, that's so childish, c'mon." He smirked, golden eyes flicking onto Castiel. "But I'm sure Cas is glad to be back and by your side, eh?" Dean stiffened.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
The archangel rolled his eyes. "You all are complete idiots," he sighed. "Must run in the family." Gabriel paused, peering at Sam, who was sniggering. The trickster grinned. "Seems like Sam caught on."
The young hunter froze, lowering his gaze down at the floor.
The archangel shrugged, standing up straight. "Anyways! Care to join me in killing the Leviathans?" Gabe smiled sweetly at the trio, who just stared at him. "Ohh, c'mon, it'll be fun~" Sam suddenly stood up.
"I'll help," he said slowly, and Dean shot him a horrified glance.
"What, no!" he objected, glaring at his brother. Sam didn't take his eyes off of Gabriel when he spoke.
"Dean. Those things killed Bobby. You can't tell me you don't want those sons of bitches dead."
Dean's face twisted in agony and regret. Bobby… He missed the old drunk so much. As much as he had missed Cas. He clenched his fists, and then turned to stare confidently at the archangel.
"Fine. I'm in," he growled. Cas stepped forward slightly, his and Dean's shoulders
pressing together.
"Then I will help as well," he announced, lifting his chin to stare evenly at his older brother. Gabe smirked, and clapped his hands together.
"All righty, then! Let's get this party started!"