I suppose, but it's never been done before." Gabriel answered turning to look at Sam's profile and sighed. He hated it when Sam wouldn't look at him, He placed a hand on the taller mans back and to his surprise Sam didn't try to remove it.
"How can we fix it Gabe?" Sam asked, his voice croaking as he worried about his big brother. Normally he was the one who needed help and protection, but right now it was his big brother. The roles were reversed and it freaked him out.
"We use my plan. It will work."
"We are not messing with their heads." Sam shook his head, he knew the angel's track record all too well and didn't trust him one bit with ideas.
"I'm dragging Cassie here and forcing him to see what he's doing to Dean." Gabriel told him. For once that idea actually seemed to work and Sam actually agreed with him. Would it work? Would it fix the bond? Maybe not, but there was hope, there was always hope. Sam was actually impressed that the idea was a good one and for once didn't involve messing with anyone's heads, not that he didn't know the archangel still pranked people, but only those that deserved it and it was never anything as elaborate as the first time he'd met them. That had been back when he was just the trickster, under his own witness protection as he'd once called it. With a list of rules from the human (the main rule was not to screw with their heads), Gabriel disappeared from the balcony and later reappeared inside a house, the exact same house that had once belonged to Castiel and Dean, before everything had gone wrong. He took in the darkness and felt the presence of an angel hurting and confusingly enough, the angel seemed to be drunk. The archangel searched for the angelic presence and found someone who looked like his brother's vessel on the bed in the large bedroom, that he could only assume had once been the bed that Castiel and Dean had once shared.
"Castiel? Cassie?" Gabriel questioned seeing the drunken mess of the angel, grounded by his pain.
"What in the name of all that is holy happened to you Castiel?" He demanded of his little brother loudly causing him to stir groggily and unhappily as the alcohol seemed to be wearing off. That was the thing with angels, it was hard for them to get drunk and they never were drunk for long.
"I found a chain of liquor stores." Castiel slurred, still obviously drunk.
"And you did what? Had a shower in them?" Gabriel asked incredulously, being around for a few millennia more on earth than the other angels, he had a rather good grip on the concept of sarcasm.
"I drank them actually. Just go away Gabriel, Loki or whatever it is you're calling yourself these days. It's not like Dean is coming back, so you can leave me to rot here. I bet he's tangled up in bed with some bimbo whose breast size is bigger than her IQ." Castiel spat. He knew all about what the archangel had done after he'd all but ran from heaven to get away from the constant fighting between Michael and Lucifer, with thanks to his – no not his anymore, that thought almost killed him – hunter. It was all too easy to see how low he had become, he was no better than the mud monkey's as most angels called the humans. He knew what was happening to him, but he had no idea the bond had formed so strongly between him and Dean as he had been so jealous and possessive when it came to the beautiful young man he loved. He wished he had the opportunity to fix things, he knew now that he should always trust him, not what he believed. That was what love was about other than trust and happiness, it was about compromise and believing the person you loved. He had always had faith and belief in Dean Winchester, he can never remember a time after first setting eyes on the soul of the man, when he didn't believe that the world and humankind could be saved. He found himself tuning out of his big brother's ramblings as he thought about the past few months.
"I miss him. I want him back." Castiel cried suddenly, he'd gained his angel status back after the apocalypse had ended, but he'd never lost his ability to feel, in fact he actually felt more after the events of Stull cemetery than he had during his time as a fallen angel. He was too shocked by the fact that he had finally admitted it to someone that he wasn't coping, although it was obvious, he hadn't exactly left the house since Dean had walked out on him, on them. He felt more sober than he had in a while and he realized that either his grace had sobered him up or the other angel had, either way he was now sober and more aware. Aware enough to feel Gabriel take him to a motel and to notice he was stood on a balcony, the same motel that Dean was in, but of course Castiel didn't know that yet.
"You need to put this right for your sake, for Dean's sake, even for mine and Sam's sakes. Please bro, I miss seeing you smile and as much of a dick Dean can be, he makes you smile and who am I to be unhappy with that? Okay usually the first, but I'm happy for you bro, just go in there and sort things out. Winchester loves you and I know for sure you love him, so get your ass in there and help him." It was the most Castiel had heard his big brother say and it really spoke volumes. He did walk into the room and what he saw almost killed him. Dean was curled up in bed crying silently, his silent sobs shaking his body. The hunter actually looked fragile and like he wasn't eating. If Castiel had been human, he would have been in the same state that his human was in now. A part of him wanted to walk out and never return, but he knew if he did that Dean would just get worse until he either died or was driven mad.