A/N: Firstly, I AM SO SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG AND UNANNOUNCED HIATUS! School caught up with me and I will try to be more organised for when it comes back next time. Secondly, thank you if you are still reading, this being my first fic means that anyone reading this is exciting. Thirdly, I apologise for Cas getting slightly OOC in the first chunk of this chapter. Finally, please rate and review if you have time, all feedback is good.
"Castiel, brother dearest, how are you on this bright celestial morn?"
Gabriel entered the dodgy, dirty and cheap hotel room that Castiel had found, as a disheveled Castiel looked up from his reading and squinted at the glow of his big brother.
"What do you want Gabriel, I'm reading."
"Yikes, what happened to you Cas?" Gabriel asked as he waltzed past Castiel and flopped onto the couch. "The Castiel I know would never be caught dead in a motel room as dingy as this, and reading, when Dean's life could very well be in danger…" Gabriel trailed off.
Castiel sighed, slamming his book shut, "I know, I can feel a disturbance in his soul. We do share a profound bond."
"You know," Gabriel said slyly peering over his shoulder. "A little moosey told me, Deano has a girlfriend."
Castiel whipped his head around to look quizzically at Gabriel.
"Yeah, I thought that'd get your attention," Gabriel laughed.
"Who?"
"Well you know your brilliant plan to turn the Impala into a human so that Dean would get jealous and pay more attention to you? Yeah, don't look so surprised, I know – big props by the way, I'm so proud of you little bro. Well, Sammy boy told me that they may or may not be a couple."
Castiel gaped, looking as shell-shocked as could be expected.
"Relax, brother, I assume that Sam was just lying, I mean he did think that I was a waitress named Gabriela, so, there is that."
"Gabe! What did you do?!"
"Well, I sensed your epic prank on Dean and naturally, you know, being the Trickster, I just had to go and check it out. So, I became a waitress for this incredibly cheesy, 60s-themed car restaurant – I mean, seriously, that whole town is trying to relive their glory days. But anyway, I slipped Sam my number. He called, we went out, and I asked him some stuff, to which he replied with blatant lies-"
"What do you mean, 'blatant lies?' What did you ask him?"
Gabriel "You know, normal boring things like what are you here for how's life et cetera et cetera. And then, we-"
"Wait, you guys didn't…"
The older angel's hazel eyes lit up at the suggestion of such an implication.
"My, my, Cassie, such thoughts," Gabriel grinned. "No, but damn, that moose has moves."
Castiel groaned.
"So, what are you gonna do about Dean, Cas?"
"Me? Dean brought this upon himself, he needs to figure it out on his own, and by the sounds of things, he isn't putting too much effort into fixing the Impala, rather, focusing on the case, so it is his problem."
"Cassie, I love a trick just as much as the next person, but this is your mess and you need to clean it up yourself."
"Just give it a few more days and we'll see if Dean's learnt his lesson yet."
"Trust me, little bro, I've been down this path-" Ah, Kali, he reminisced, "-but it always ends badly. Always."
"Gabriel, you are only two millennia older than me, you can't tell me what to do, I want to see him break before I turn the Impala back into a car."
"Fine, but don't come crying to me when this whole thing blows up in your face."
Gabriel walked towards the door.
"Well, I'll be seeing you later," Gabriel grinned and snapped his fingers.
"Wait, brother-" Castiel cried. Too late, the archangel had already disappeared.
"Dean? DEAN!"
Dean woke to the angry yelling of Jude. He took in her towering form, squinting from the harsh light.
"What?" Dean growled back.
"Sam and I have been working our asses off in the library and all you've done today is what? Sleep? Dream about Castiel?"
"Calm down, Jesus, I was just taking a nap, and why bring Cas into this? He's done nothing wrong."
"You mean apart from turning me into a human, and totally using you guys as tools for his plans that always end up going south. But sure, yeah, he's done nothing wrong." Jude rolled her eyes as she finished her tirade.
"Whoa, what's your deal, Cas is my best friend and I hate to break it to you but he is also incredibly useful to us as well."
"Are you sure he's just your best friend? Come on, I've seen the looks you give him other when you think he isn't looking – it goes for him too. And yes, he heals you and stuff, but he is also usually the one to put you in danger in the first place."
Sam walked up to the entrance of the slightly ajar motel room and heard the screaming match in-between the two.
Oh god, these two are going to end up burning the room down at this rate.
Sam tried to walk away quietly, but knocked over a flower pot on the way out.
Oh shit.
"Sammy!" He heard Dean call out at him, "Come and back me up here."
Sam sighed as he completely entered the room.
"What's going on you two? I could hear you guys arguing from a mile off."
"Jude, here thinks that Cas is not worth his cost."
"But Dean thinks that Cas is like a fricking God. All he does is heal you and get into even bigger messes."
"And Jude thinks that Cas is 'more than a friend.' Is she stupid or what?"
"Are you serious? We've been through this..."
"You're wrong…"
"GUYS QUIT IT, YOU'RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE."
An eerie silence fell upon the room.
"For the moment, it really doesn't matter about Cas. Right now, we need to focus on solving the case and getting you back into a car form, so everyone needs to put aside their differences, shut up and work."
Dean and Jude nodded with their heads hung in shame at Sam.
"Jude, tell Dean what we found out about at the library and I shall be making coffee because tonight we will be nailing the sons of bitches that did this."
After telling Dean about the gallows next to the race track, the three set out into the night to kill the spirits of the hanged prisoners. Little did they know, that a trench-coated figure was lurking just out of sight, watching them from the shadows and forming a plan of action against Jude.
