Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea behind this story. The characters in this are either part of the show, and if they haven't crossed the screen yet, I'm molding them to fit my story.

Gabriel found Dean sitting on the stairs of the porch with a soda in his hand. He sat down next to Dean. "Eli's asleep," Gabriel said. "Raphael finally got him to calm down enough, but he's still shaking. We still don't know why. We think it has to be because of what he's been seeing."

Dean put down his soda and looked up at the sky. He'd already gone through three cans of it. He didn't know how long he had been sitting out there. He squinted as he glanced at the sun. "So, you saw everything that Cas went through when he pulled me from Hell?"

Gabriel looked at Dean, unsure of where he was going with the question. "Yes, we were watching. Why?"

Dean picked up his soda and chugged down the rest of it. How he wished that it were a beer in his hand instead. "Did I ever hurt him?" he asked.

"Dean?"

"Did I ever hurt him?" he asked, saying each word slow enough that it could be it's own sentence. He brought his eyes down to look at the angel.

"Why are you asking this?" He sounded concerned and curious.

"Because," he said. He crushed the can in his hand and tossed it down the stairs. "I keep seeing it in my head. Like flashes or in my dreams. He's on the rack. Or he's hanging by his wings. Or he's so mangled that he isn't recognizable. And I can't remember if it was my fault or not. Did I hurt him?"

"No," Gabriel said. "You didn't lay a hand on him, Dean."

"Then why do I keep seeing these things?"

"I don't know," Gabriel replied. "And I'm not just saying that because I don't want you to know. I really do not know. Maybe it's a fear you have."

"I'm not seeing the future or anything, am I? I'm not going to end up doing this to him," he said, his voice and body trembling with fear. "I can't…"

"I don't know, Dean. Like Castiel said, we are not omniscient. But we know you'd never hurt him."

"I'm sorry, Gabriel."

"For what?"

"This. All of this. This is so messed up."

"You have no idea, Dean. That is my brother in Hell right now. And I cannot do a thing about it." Gabriel sighed. "He's my brother, Dean. I guess you could say I'm very protective of him especially."

"I know that feeling. I hate being helpless."

"But there is nothing else I can do."

"Is that why Cas apologized to you?"

"When was this?"

"In the room with Mammon. Right before he stabbed himself. Did he apologize because he knew that you wouldn't be able to do to anything?"

"I guess so," Gabriel said slowly. "Dean, how do you know that he apologized to me?"

"He said it."

"Right. Of course," Gabriel said. He wasn't sure why Dean was able to understand it when he thought that Castiel has said it in a language only angels could understand.

An angel ran out of the house and stood behind Gabriel. "Gabriel," he whispered.

"What is it, Barachiel?" Gabriel replied, not even turning around to look at him.

"Ramiel and Uriel are fighting again. And Michael is just letting them."

"What are they fighting about now?" Gabriel sighed.

"They're fighting about who gets to be the one to kill whoever is hurting Castiel."

"Let them fight it out," Dean said. "It's a good argument to have." Gabriel laughed in agreement and Dean smiled.

"The elder hunter was holding a shotgun."

Dean's smile disappeared. "Not good," Dean said.

"Agreed," Gabriel said.

The two of them stood up to follow Barachiel back into the house. As soon as the other angel opened the door, two bodies came flying out of the door. Barachiel, Gabriel, and Dean only had a split second before they were almost bowled over by the wrestling angels. The other angels followed. The last two out the door were Sam and Bobby with his shotgun.

"Ramiel. Uriel," Gabriel said, exhausted. "Please stop."

The two angels got to their feet and pushed away from each other. "If anyone has the right to be the first person to get their revenge, it's me," Uriel growled.

"Why?" Ramiel asked. "Any one of us had been working just as hard as you have to stop the breaking of the seals."

"I have been the one who was in charge of watching over him since he was sent down here."

"So does it mean that this is all your fault?"

"Watch your tongue, Ramiel."

"Enough!" Dean yelled. "This fighting doesn't help Cas. You could be using all of this energy to find a way to fix this instead of fighting with each other."

"Dean," Michael said.

"No. You're supposed to be fighting them. Not each other. You…" his voice trailed off as he swayed on his feet.

One of the angels stepped forward and grabbed by the shoulders to steady him. He lowered both of them to the ground. "Are you all right, Dean?" the angel asked.

"I don't know you," Dean said. He had seen the angel around before, but he never caught his name. And there hadn't really been any time for introductions. He blinked a couple of times trying to clear his vision. "Name?"

"I am Jeremiel. Are you all right? Can I get you anything?"

"I need a burger," Dean said.

"I'll go make something for him to eat," Bobby said. "And I want someone in there to clean up that damn mess that those two knuckleheads made."

"Uriel, Ramiel. Go," Michael said.

Everyone filed back into the house. Dean stayed outside on the porch with Gabriel. "That was entertaining," Dean said. He moved himself to sit back down on the stairs.

Gabriel sighed and sat back down with him. "Those two. If I didn't agree with what they were fighting about, I would've sent them back to heaven."

"They fight like that often?"

"That is how Ramiel and Uriel communicate with each other. It's like they were cut from the same cloth. They are so competitive."

"Sounds like buckets of fun," Dean said.

"To those two, it is. To everyone else, not so much."

"So, the other four angels. The big guy with the brown hair is Ramiel. The smallest guy with the brown spiked hair is Barachiel. The bald dude is Jeremiel. And the last one? The dude with the dark brown hair. He doesn't say much."

"That is Selaphiel. He's a healer."

"He's Raph-like."

"Never heard it said like that, but sure."

"Aren't you all healers?"

"No. Different angels, different duties."

Dean was about to ask another question when a loud crash was heard from inside of the house. "Damnit!" Bobby's voice was heard loud and clear.

"We should…"

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

They walked into the house. Gabriel headed toward the angels while Dean veered off. He looked like he was heading toward the kitchen for some food, but he ended up in Bobby's study.

He looked at each and every one of those books, searching for the one that could give him the answers he was looking for. He found it difficult to read the titles as his vision went blurry. Then his stomach grumbled. He realized that it wasn't a good idea to start the day off with a beer and three cans of soda, on top of only a few hours of sleep.

He walked into the kitchen and found a plate already waiting for him. It wasn't a burger, but it was so much better. "Thanks, Bobby," Dean said. He grabbed a knife and cut into his steak. He bit into it and groaned at how good it tasted.

He inhaled the food like he was a vacuum.

When he was done and sated, he leaned back against the chair. He stretched his arms over his head, his eyes becoming heavy lidded as it always did when he had good meal. After a few minutes, he stood up. "Feeling better?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah."

"You look like you want to take a nap."

"I feel like I should be sleeping."

"So…"

"But I feel like I should be doing something."

"I figured," Bobby said. "Go. Do whatever you think you need to do."

Dean turned and walked into Bobby's study. He searched through one third of the books before he found something he thought was remotely helpful. He searched and added four more books to his pile before he would start flipping through them.

When he had his pile, he put the books on Bobby's desk and sat down. He grabbed the thinnest book and flipped to the index. He sighed when he realized that the book only had general information on the topic he was looking for. He slammed the book shut and tossed it to the side.

An hour and a half later, he had scanned through all the books he had chosen and found nothing that could help him. "This could be so much easier if I could just interrogate them," he groaned. He ran his hands up and down his face, trying to rub the tiredness from his eyes. "Yeah, right. Because that seems possible."

He scanned through the books up and down, trying to find something. Anything. When he found nothing his fist met the side of the bookshelf. He hit it so hard that three books fell from it. He picked them up to put them back. He put the first two away, and was about to replace the third one, but he read the cover of it and headed back toward the desk. "An angel encyclopedia?" he whispered.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would've thought the concept of it ridiculous. The first angel that he looked for was Gabriel. He read through the pages on the archangel. He was satisfied with what he was reading, so he continued to look. He then looked at Ramiel.

He continued to read, his attention waning every time he came across an angel name that looked interesting. "Zadakiel," Dean read. "Angel of Righteousness." He read down the page. "He sounds like a bucket of sunshine," he mumbled. Then he turned the page.

Forty minutes later, he found the angel that he was looking for. "God's exaltation or raising up to God," he whispered.

He figured that it was time for him to have a chat with a certain bald angel.

Yes, I am still alive. So I'm sorry that I haven't updated this story in awhile. I've been getting my butt handed to me by school. I had this part written in the summer time, but I don't know why I didn't post it. I promise that I'll be writing more during my break. Well, here is the next chapter. I hope that it turned out all right. Thanks to everyone who is still reading this. Please review. Lil-Rock