An/ hey! You probably all hate me for the cliffhanger in the last chapter, but here is chapter 4. The first part takes place during the events of last chapter, only in present time, with Dean and the angels.

Note- Abael is not an important character, not even a little, I just needed a non-cannon angel to steal Sam's grace from. And Abael is pronounced A-bay-el, just in case someone wants to know.

Disclaimer- if I owned supernatural, there would be more brotherly love and

fluff.

Chapter 4

Dean sat on the bed, he'd been like that for several minutes, as he tried to absorb what the two angels just explained to him.

"So," he began carefully, "heaven exists, angels are real, God is real, angels can trace each others grace and my brother is an angel-human hybrid thing, considered to be a danger, so you were sent to kill him, but then you had a sudden change of heart and you are now our guardian angels."

Castiel, who was sitting, facing Dean, on the other bed, nodded in assent.

"And where did Gabriel go again?" Dean asked, still trying to absorb the information.

"He went to search for traces of Abael's grace." Castiel replied.

"Who?" Dean asked, confused.

"The angel that the demons took a bit of grace from, his grace is part of your brother now. A powerful angel, such as Gabriel, should be able to find the traces of grace left behind." Castiel explained.

"Abael is a common foot soldier, not too powerful. With the correct tools and enchantments, one could take a small amount of grace, it'd be hard, but possible." Gabriel appeared behind Dean, causing him to jump. "I found the traces, it looks like he was attacked, and..." Gabriel trailed off, "this may be hard to take in, your brother time traveled, to somewhere in about 1980, give or take a few years."

Dean stared, taking a few seconds to absorb that information. "So, Sammy's in 1980?"

Gabriel shook his head, "1981, to be precise, the question is... where?"

Dean frowned "can't you use your angel mojo to track him or something?"

Gabriel sighed, "it doesn't work like that, time travel is difficult, if Castiel and I took you with us, Cas would be out of commission while his grace regenerated, it's a little more complicated then it seems."

Gabriel held out a map of the united states and a bag full of jars.

"Take it, we're gonna be a bit... Drained after time traveling, seeing as we're both cut off from heaven. You will have to do the spell by yourself. There's instructions in the bag. Once you find Sam's location, wait a bit, I should recover first, seeing as I'm an archangel. Then we'll find Sam."

Dean nodded in assent, and Gabriel placed a hand on his shoulder.

Dean opened his eyes, he was in a motel room. Looking around, he saw Castiel half on the other bed and Gabriel, face planted in the carpet, on the floor.

He grabbed the instructions out of the bag and set to work, drawing a symbol on the table,

"There goes the deposit." He mumbled.

Dean had just finished the incantation when Gabriel groaned and sat up, shaking his head.

"You finished?" He asked

"Yeah, what do I do now?"

Gabriel walked over to the table and took out the map. Spreading it out on the table, he drew another symbol in the corner, then took the lighter and light it on fire.

Dean watched as the map burned in all but one place,

"Lawrence, of corse, Sam would want to go home, that makes sense." He said, a little sadly.

"Right, lets go!" Gabriel said, moving to place a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Wait, what about cas?" Dean asked suddenly.

"What about him?"

"Are you just going to leave him there?"

Gabriel shrugged, "he'll find us." He said matter-of-factly.

Dean was sick of searching Lawrence, too many bad memories seemed to drag themselves up out of his subconscious.

He looked at Gabriel over the dinner table, frustration obvious in his eyes.

"Can't you find Sam with your angel mojo or something?" He asked.

Gabriel shook his head, "doesn't work like that."

Dean glared at the table, his mind wandering to the last time he was in Lawrence with the poltergeist.

"Missouri!" Dean exclaimed.

"What?" Gabriel asked, staring at Dean.

"Not what, who! Missouri Mosely, she's a psychic, she can probably help us find Sam!"

Dean threw some money down on the table and ran outside, before realizing that he didn't have a car. He turned to Gabriel, waiting for the angel.

"Dean Winchester, you are not from this time." Missouri said.

"Yeah, about that, my brothers here too, we need to find him."

Missouri nodded, "he's at your old house, with your mother."

"Thank you." Dean said, smiling a bit

"You're welcome, and do tell the angel outside the doorway that he's welcome to come in next time."

Dean started in surprise, "how..."

Missouri smiled and shooed Dean out the door, "hurry it along, you need to find your brother."

Dean knew something was wrong the second he saw the door.

It wasn't closed properly, but Dean just told himself that it was an accident, someone being careless.

But a single, drawn out scream told Dean that he was right.

He shoved the door open an saw Sam, looking for all the world like an avenging angel, wings spread behind him, cough bright red blood onto his hand.

He ran down the hall and dropped to his knees, catching Sam as he slid sideways, pulling him close, eyes taking in the dead demon and the knife sticking out of his little brother.

"No, Sammy, wake up, please don't leave me, Sam! Don't you dare close your eyes."

Sam's eyes rolled, searching for Dean, his mouth opened, and more blood dripped out, his lips moved as he tried to say something.

"Dean..." He whispered. His eyes rolled back in his head, his breathing slowed, and finally stopped.

"No... Sammy, no." Dean whispered, wrapping his arms around Sam, pressing his face on the top of Sam's head, tangling one hand in Sam's long hair.

Tears flowed down Dean's face, spilling onto Sam's hair.

"Sammy..." He whispered.

"I'm sorry." Someone said.

Dean looked up to see Mary kneeling in front of him, one hand gently stroking the feathers on Sam's wing.

"S'okay," Dean said, "you couldn't have done anything."

"Dean. Let me see Sam, I can bring him back." Gabriel placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Really?!" Dean asked, surprised.

Gabriel placed one hand on Sam's head, and the other on the wound in his stomach. He shut his eyes, and with a soft glow of white light, Sam's back arched and he twitched.

Gabriel took his hands away, and watched.

For a terrifying moment, nothing happened, then Sam sucked in huge breath, his chest started to rise and fall in a rhythm, his eyes moving beneath the lids.

Dean pulled his little brother into a hug, holding him as close as possible.

"Are you cuddling me?" Sam's voice was muffled by Dean's jacket, but the amusement in his voice was evident.

"No, of corse not, this is a very manly hug." Dean said proudly, then squeezed his brother tightly.

"Sammy..." Dean said "don't you ever do that to me again."

"Okay." Sam said "Dean, I'm alive, you can stop smothering me now."

"Okay," Dean laughed, "but if you ever do that again, I'll kick your ass to Canada."

An/ well? Review what you think!

There's probably gonna be two or three more chapters, but don't worry, I've already started to plan a sequel, if you guys want it.

Also- I posted a new story, it's called The Tricksters son. Go read it. Now.

Emma out!