After sitting in an uncomfortable silence for a while, both too stubborn to speak, Dean finally cracked. After a sigh he said, "Look, man, I'm sorry. I never meant to be a bitch to you but I guess I kind of freaked out and thought the worse when you told us about Yellow Eyes because of brotherly instincts and what not." And Dean was sorry. He felt extremely guilty ever since the first signs of fear went on Castiel's face when he pulled out his gun.

"And I apologize for also over reacting in a way," Castiel confessed. "Though I really would just prefer you and Sam not to put yourselves in danger's way."

"Why do you care, though, Cas?" Dean asked him. It's hard to understand why Castiel would care about his life so much if they only met the day before.

"You still do not know? Not even after what I've told you?" Castiel asked. "I thought I was being pretty obvious." Dean sat for a while thinking back to what Castiel said. Not long after it clicked.

"Holy shit, I'm the Righteous Man, aren't I?" He asked in bewilderment. Then he remembered another detail Castiel had told him. "How the fuck did I end up in Hell anyway?"

"When you went to save Sam from where all the psychics were, somebody killed Sam and you made a crossroads deal and sold your soul for Sam to be able to live," Castiel told him. "And you only got a year before going to Hell."

"One year? I thought those deals lasted for ten."

"Typically they do but for this deal it was one year or nothing, I guess. I believe they just wanted the apocalypse to start sooner, though, since the faster you went to Hell the faster Lucifer was able to be freed and the apocalypse would start," Castiel told him. After a pause he added, "Or, you know, they just despise you. From what I hear nearly everything, from demons to vampires to angels, would rather you be dead."

Dean nodded a bit and shrugged his shoulders. "Huh, makes sense I guess. It's not like we helped them at all or anything." They sat in silence for a while before Dean asked, "So how're you gunna get to this mystery place if you're not sure you can leave?"

"I'm sure Gabriel has something up his sleeve."

"And how will you kill the demon without the Colt?"

"I'm pretty sure Gabriel has a weapon lying around somewhere that I could use."

"I'm still not really on board with you going alone, Cas," Dean told the blue eyed ghost quietly. "They could end up messing with your soul or whatever."

Castiel sighed. "Dean-"

"No, Cas, I realize you don't want Sam and/or me to die since you finally got to meet us and whatever but I only sold my soul since Sam died, right? So how about he stays back while you and I go?"

Castiel sighed considering Dean's offer. It's pretty obvious that Dean's going to be really stubborn with this and most likely will not take 'no' for an answer. Sighing again Castiel replied, "Alright, fine. I'll go ask Gabriel-"

"Ask me about what?" Gabriel asked with a smirk, popping up between Castiel and Dean, making Dean jump. Gabriel looked around. "Where's Samsquatch?"

"He's out for a walk," Castiel answered. "Anyway, we were wondering if you have a weapon that can kill a demon, seeing as Azazel has the Colt," Castiel explain.

"You're not going where I think you're thinking about going, are you?"

"Where do you think he's going?" Dean asked.

"Sam and Dean insist we save all of the special children and I'm not going to let them go alone," Castiel replied to his brother without answering the eldest Winchester.

"Cassie, I can't let you go there. If Sam died when he was there with a life time's worth of self-defense skills, I'm sure as hell not gunna let you go," Gabriel told him.

"And you know that I'm not just going to let them go by themselves. I'm not going to let them risk their lives," Castiel snapped. He sighed. "Please, Gabriel, just- please."

Gabriel sighed pulling a small sword out of his jacket. "This is a weapon that could kill demons, angels, hellhounds, reapers, and obviously humans. Just please, for the love of everything, don't lose it, don't let anybody hold it, and don't let it get taken away from you. Just don't let it out of your sight." After he finished his little speech, he handed the sword to Castiel. It was heavier than it seemed, Castiel noticed.

Castiel looked down at the blade, studying it, and remembered something Gabriel had once told him. "The only thing that could kill an angel is an angel sword. It's pretty small, though. It looks like it's made of silver and it's actually pretty heavy. It can kill angels, demons, reapers and hellhounds. But the only kind that can kill and archangel is an archangel blade, and there are only four of those babies in existence."

Castiel's head snapped up towards his brother. "Gabriel," he started cautiously, "does this mean what I think it means?"

"What do you-" Dean started to say before Gabriel snapped his fingers, making the Winchester mute. Dean glared and the shortest man.

"Yup! Big bro is one of the big dogs," Gabriel answered his brother with a grin. Castiel glanced over at Dean and saw him give a questioning look. Castiel was about to explain when Gabriel put a hand over his mouth. "Uh-uh, Cassie. No telling the Winchesters anything. It's too dangerous for them and me. I left for a reason and I'd rather not have to go back, 'kay?" Castiel nodded and Gabriel removed his hand. "Well, I gotta go. Don't lose the blade and don't get killed… Well, more killed." And with that Gabriel snapped his fingers and left.

When Gabriel left, Dean finally got his voice back. "I fucking hate your brother." Gabriel really is a son of a bitch. He really wants to ask what they meant by Gabriel being 'one of the big dogs' but he knew Castiel wouldn't answer him so he decided against it.

Castiel sighed. "I'm sorry about him, Dean. I didn't realize he'd do that." After a pause Castiel continued with a smirk, "It must've been hard on you to not be able to talk, huh?" Dean just answered with a glare making Castiel laugh. "Okay, well, you should probably call Sam up and tell him to come back."

Dean took out his phone and dialed his brother's number.

"Are you two done with the fighting?"

"Yeah, yeah, just come on back now, we've got to make a plan."

Author's note:

I'm sooo sorry this took so freakin long to update! And the chapter is short, too, which I'm sorry for!

But anyway, the reason for that is because I recently saw a movie called 'Imagine Me & You' and then I was so tempted to start another new story. I didn't let myself since I already am working on three BUT if you've seen the movie and loved it then would you like to be co-author with me? I really wanna write it but I won't be able to manage it on my own. So if you've seen the movie and wanna be co-author then tell me in the comments! If you haven't seen it then I really suggest you do, it's fucking fantastic! And if you like it, tell me and I can consider you for my co-author! :D