Chapter 7

About Little Brothers

Soon that morning came, Castiel only had it until tonight to find Zachariah and challenge him to save the life of his close ally. He was the first one to open his eyes to see Dean sleeping beside him and Sam who was on the other bed. Both, Castiel and Dean shared a bed because there was no other furniture to sleep on except some steel table chairs in the hotel room. Feeling guilty of taking Dean's bed, they both agreed to sleep on it together with no funny things happening such as teasing each other since Sam had to sleep in the same room as well. Dean still doesn't know that Sam knows about his relationship to Castiel, maybe there was a good reason; Sam was hiding this from him. Besides who knows how his older brother would react if Sam knew all along.

Castiel then got out of bed; he felt a slight chill among his face and neck. He recalled that he and Dean slept on the blanket instead of using it. But how could it be cold now? He remembered that it was a bit cold last night before he joined the bed with Dean; Castiel assumed it was cold throughout the night. Heck, Sam is even sleeping a blanket over him or was it because he was sleeping beside Dean and it never occurred to him to feel the cold among his body? Maybe that could mean in his heart and soul, he felt warmth, the happiness growing and the regaining his angelic powers to stop Zachariah and Lucifer, both. Probably because he truly loved Dean but not only that, he respected him as his close friend. If only he didn't committed that sin he casted upon him. Blaming himself for such selfish actions, Castiel regretted it. When he slightly touched upon Dean's hair as if he was saying goodbye, Castiel got up and walked towards the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Sam asked that made Castiel look at him.

Sam Winchester was at the edge of the bed, and was staring at Castiel, waiting for him to answer.

"I guess. Zachariah isn't the kind to come out so willingly even if I made a scene."

"What about Dean then?" Sam questioned the angel.

"Tell him I'll be back."

Sam then smiled and sighed at the same time. "Well you could tell him that yourself."

Both of them, exchanged smiles as Castiel knows what Sam meant.

"I'll see you around." The angel responded acting more human then a saint to be.

"Yeah…" Sam answered as the angel left, he sounded a bit worried.

"What do you mean he left?" Dean asked his little brother, putting him in a spot that made Sam uneasy.

"Like I said, he just went out." Sam answered trying his best to not make Dean worry.

"That bastard," Dean named called as he crossed his arms, posturing an angry impression. "We should go find him."

"That's too risky." Sam said.

"Why that?"

Sam sighed at his brother Dean, who doesn't recall that Zachariah is after him. "What if we found Zachariah instead? Or he found us?"

Dean then remembered but instead of being serious, he became sarcastic and said. "Kick him in the balls."

"Dean, I'm being serious." Sam answered.

"Well, I don't want to stay here if I know Cas is going to get himself killed again!" Now, the real Dean is talking, Sam just sighed more. The brothers were too much alike, Sam rebels at their father and Dean rebels for his rights.

"He's not going to get killed, Dean."

The older Winchester couldn't understand what Sam was trying to say. "How would you know?" Dean recalled, angrily and loud.

Triggering Sam's anger, he outspoken himself. "Because Castiel has a high chance of winning this," Sam answered where Dean caught the hint.

Calming down, Dean responded. "Is there something, you aren't telling me?"

Sam hissed as he made a mistake but it was too late now, looking up to his brother who gave a concerning and worried look without backing out, Sam begun to explain. "Castiel can gain his wings back by honoring god with his destinies or goals."

"So…the goals can be anything basically?" Dean asked.

"That god can accept. So it could be; loyalty, justice, happiness, could be anything!" Sam answered.

"So then, he fully healed then, right?"

Sam gulped and looked aside. "I don't know…"

Dean then grunted. "Dammit." The older Winchester then grabbed his jacket. "I'm going after him."

Sam then flinched. "But Dean," The little brother called.

"We can't afford to lose another friend, Sammy!" Dean answered with rage and sadness at the same time, Sam could clearly see the liquid, watering up in Dean's eyes but it couldn't be helped that Sam is related to Dean. Where he shared the common anger, they bring.

"Well, I can't lose you either! Besides Castiel would lose or even die, if he seen you there."

Dean then strictly looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"

Sam then released out his heat. "Well, Cas, considered you as his goal. He's happy when he with you."

"I'm really happy…"

Again with that ridiculous quote from Castiel, the pouty Dean grinds his teeth aside.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm just saying if you were there, Castiel wouldn't be able to fight on; he would be too worried about you. Like dad to us."

"Bullshit," Dean answered quietly.

"Dean…" Sam called, pitying his brother.

"Bullshit!" But Dean became louder.

Putting his jacket on, the older brother marched to the door but Sam stopped him.

"I know that he loves you, Dean! He just wants you safe!" Sam said as he holds his brother back. "And I don't blame him either!"

The older hunter growled. "If you were in my position wouldn't you do the same thing for Jessica?" Dean responded that snapped in Sam's senses. Sam had forgotten that Dean has feelings and his own actions to take. You can never overprotect someone because you could end up as the enemy. "Well?" The hunter asked his younger brother. Sam then looked up his brother's green eyes. Determination was in there and to be honest to himself, he would too do the same choice that Dean is taking. Letting go of his brother, Dean gave in a small smile. "So are you with me now?"

Sam then smiled; he always admired Dean's willpower. Hopefully one day, he could have something like that. He then took a glance at his older brother, and said. "I guess so."

Agreeing to his terms, the Winchesters brothers grab their gear and went off to the Impala.

In a windy day, Castiel wandered around town as if he was another human. Unable to fly right now, he had no choice but to walk but when he did, people were staring at him, whispering about him how he dressed like a slob but Castiel paid no attention besides, he only wanted Zachariah's attention. Walking under the bridge, where there was no soul in sight, Castiel felt the wind blowing harder against his face, fluttering his eyelids and pushing his trench coat back. In a second when that happened, another angel appeared.

"It hasn't been a day yet."Castiel spoke up.

The other angel gave in a chuckled smile making Castiel uneasy but as Lucifer stop, he looked at Castiel. "I know, I'm just making sure, you're doing your job."

Castiel kept his face straight unwilling to give in to his emotions of anger. "Then what do you want?"

Lucifer's eyes flashed that made Castiel feel more controlled of the situation. Lucifer then grinned widely. "I just wanted to tell you, I never knew you had such feelings over Dean Winchester," Lucifer said soothing that made Castiel edgy.

"There nothing much to say…" Castiel explained but Lucifer stop him.

"Don't even try to hide it, little brother. I can sense your grace all over him." Lucifer said. "To think, you misread what father's wish." The devil said as he brought out the voodoo doll of Dean. Castiel then begun to growl. "Father, only wanted us to love the humans but you, ha, you take the cake." Castiel continued to frown. "You're in love with a human and not just any human, Michael's vessel." Lucifer said as he shuffled his doll back in to his pocket.

Cas then huffed. "What if I am," He stared at Lucifer who was in a close distance to him.

The devil just smiles. "That only proves, we are too much alike,"

"We are never alike!" Castiel responded angrily but that only made Lucifer smile.

"Of course we are, Castiel. You and I have rebelled against our fellow brothers and sisters for the things that we deserve." As the devil proved his point, walking towards Castiel as he said it. Castiel felt nausea. "You, Castiel are the closest thing to me, I ever considered to a real brother."

Castiel looked away as Lucifer had touched his shoulder, Cas shivered.

"Then…what do you want from me…?" Castiel returned his eyes to his.

In a closing distance, Lucifer reached into Castiel's ear. "I want you to join me." He then backed out and looked at Castiel's expression of surprise. "And you'll have Dean, all to yourself."

Castiel seem confused and so what confused why Lucifer is even bothering, "Why would I?"

Lucifer sighed then stand beside him and put his arm on Castiel's shoulders. "Just imagine; little brother. No one would ever harm your Dean again."

The angel frowned what the devil had said, Castiel shuffled away from Lucifer and strictly looked at him with a dagger stare.

"And you? Considering you're holding his life right now," Castiel said as Lucifer was reminded about the voodoo doll.

"That's…." He paused for a moment. "Necessary right now," Lucifer mentioned. "Who knows, you might go against me."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, "Why do you want me to kill Zachariah, can't you do it yourself?" He asked.

"That's a silly question to ask," Lucifer said but Castiel waited. "Because if I challenged Zachariah, things would probably be…pretty destructive, you know…but with you, you could probably finish him straight off." Castiel sighed as Lucifer came up to him and patted on his shoulder. "Just like Anna, you are special like me, all thanks to Dean…" Then Lucifer vanished.

Castiel then looked around the empty space that surrounded him. "…" With a speechless tone, Castiel clenches his fist. Why do things get more complicated then it is?