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The Mysterious Shadow- Hmmm…maybe….*looks mysterious* Haha you always have the best ideas for those pesky Leviathans! Maybe it would sing like one of those Billy the Bass wall plaques.

"Breaking Down"

All night and it never stopped raining. Gutters flooded with muddy water and took in more than their fill. Relentless drops beat down on the two angels as they made their way through the water. Asphalt became a river bed. It was a pale night where the moon remained shy. Castiel stumbled a few times and Gabriel fell into the water. It didn't matter though; they had already been completely soaked to their skin.

Castiel gripped his Gabriel's arm before he wandered into a storm drain. "Any word from Balthazar or from any of our other fallen brethren?"

Gabriel gave him a wry smile. "Looks like we're not that lucky. My channel of the angel radio is quiet. You?"

Castiel shook his head sadly. "No. I do not know if I should hope that they are alive or not. If we are part of something...I'm not sure death is the worse option."

"Looks like you haven't changed as much as I thought. You always were the most positive thinker of our brothers." Gabriel laughed when Castiel looked confused at him. "All I am saying is that I'm glad you are still you."

Castiel gave him a small half smile. Gabriel nearly choked on a lollipop that he stubbornly kept in his mouth as he coughed. His older brother was the much same and yet he seemed tired. Like the day when Castiel's Winchesters trapped him in the ring of holy fire. Gabriel was weaker than Castiel had ever seen him but he felt comforted by the hand that guided him forward. Their bodies were destroying themselves under the careful guidance of the Leviathans. So many damnable voices that Castiel could not listen to one but all at once. He spit out a mouthful of blood and stopped for a moment.

"Castiel? You still hanging in there Broskey?"

Castiel nodded slowly before gripping his brother's hand and dragging him forwards.

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Rain drummed down on the black roof as Dean attempted to call Cas over for the millionth time. "Cas, if you can hear me, try and gather enough mojo to zap here." Dean squinted around but there was no sign of the angel in the back seat of the Impala.

"Okay Dean, what are we doing?"

Dean glanced over at his brother as he popped a new tape into the player. "Looking for Cas."

"Yeah I know that. I just don't see how driving around the entire state is going to help us."

"We'll find him son. I wouldn't be surprised if Dean could find him based on their weird connection thing."

Sam snorted. "So we are just going to rely on their Spidey senses?"

"Yes we are. If anyone is going to find that son of a bitch, it's me." Dean glared through the downpour on the windshield.

"It's not like we have any other choice. If that dumb ass hadn't let him go we would know where he is right now and we could figure out what we are supposed to do to help the poor kid."

Dean rolled his eyes. "He's an angel Bobby. Not exactly a kid."

"Oh so that doesn't bother you when you get into bed with him?"

Dean's ears turned red as Sam looked pinched at the very idea of his older brother being capable of sexual activity. "Bobby!" Both brothers shouted before glancing at each other.

Dean gazed darkly over the road ahead as Sam continuously glanced over at him. "Look man, if we don't find him on the road then at least we know where he will be going."

"Oh and where will he be going, oh genius one?"

Sam looked pinched. "The gate. Where we tried to send all of those dicks back before. If it all started there wouldn't make sense that it would end there?"

Bobby nodded at him. "Good thing you have more'n half a brain in that head of yours son. We'll head that way now and hopefully find Cas on the way there."

"Hey I have half a brain-"

Sam snorted. "Nice Dean."

"Shut up bitch."

"Jerrrrrrk!" Sam punched Dean in the shoulder as they drove past a blinking motel sign.

Bobby's call nearly sent the other two into premature heart attacks. "Stop the damned car!" The breaks screeched as Dean tried to keep control over the Impala. Mud sprayed across the windshield and windows before Dean pulled into a stop. A figure lay deep in the mud, red hair spilling about her. Dean was out of the car in an instant, Bobby and Sam quick on his heels.

Pale skin was covered in mud. And something darker. As Dean leaned inwards for a closer inspection he realized that it was blood. The pool of it spread across the glistening road. He stepped back and glanced back at Sam. Bobby stepped over with a flash light and finally they were able to see her face. Anna.

"Anna? Hey Anna, it's Dean. You are going to be okay." Dean began to lift her up from the road when Sam put a large but gentle hand on his shoulder. Dark wings scratched over the slick asphalt.

"Son of a bitch." Dean passed a hand over her eyes and closed her eye lids. He sat back on his heels and felt the red hair spill over his shoulder. She was a mess. A thin hospital gown barely clothed her and it was dirty. Her fair skin was marred by what looked to be burns and old lacerations. Blood congealed in dark rows across her body.

"Dean…her skin…"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Someone must have burned her."

Sam shook his head. "No Dean. Look. It's like when Cas was trying to play God and his vessel couldn't contain him any longer."

"I remember that." Dean nodded as the vision flashed through his head.

"Sam…I heard your call." Castiel had gripped tightly onto the white paneling, blood dripping freely from the sleeves of his trench coat. He reeled as his hands slipped. Red trails smeared and finger prints contorted over a back ground of clean white. Across his once perfect skin were patched of angry red. But his eyes were as blue as ever. "I need help."

Cas. Damn it Cas was going to die like this and Dean had let him wander off. He had to try again. Dean took in a deep breath and bowed his head. "Cas…wherever you are…can you try and zap out here? I know it takes a lot out of you these days and I get it. You aren't strong any more, Cas. You need to be here if you can…and I will take care of you. I let you go but I changed my mind. We will fix this. Together." Dean waited as Bobby and Sam glanced at him.

"Dean, he must be too weak to, you know, zap out here. We'll find him Son. We'll find him." Bobby pulled the younger man into his arms as Dean gripped onto his jacket like a small boy.

"What if he's already dead Bobby?"

Bobby pulled him in closer. "He ain't dead. Not yet any way. We just got to-"

Two pairs of angels materialized out of nowhere and knocked Bobby over. Castiel lay limp in Dean's arms and Gabriel covered Sam with mud and dirty dripping water.

"Cas? Gabriel?" Sam's eyebrows knitted together in concern as he helped the shorter angel to sit up. "It's alright. Take it easy Gabriel." Gabriel gave him a suggestive grin and opened his mouth to say something when he passed out. Sam barley caught him again before his head hit the asphalt.

Castiel spit out a mouthful of blood before he lurched forward in Dean's arms looking dazed. "Dean?"

"Cas, you came! Damn it I was worried sick about you, you dumb son of a bitch!" Dean pulled the shivering angel closer.

"Dean I-" Castiel stopped short and his dazed blue eyes snapped into focus. A river of red lay next to him and his sharp eyes took in the imprint on the ground. "No…" Castiel crawled over to the stiff form of his sister. "No…Anna!" He roughly forced her cold body into his shaking arms.

Dean glanced over at Sam who shrugged awkwardly, unsure what to do. Castiel's voice was rough and raw with emotion as he mumbled something in Enochian to himself.

"Cas, hey kid…she was already dead before. And I am sure she lived as good a life as any angel." Bobby rubbed his back between the wings as he watched the rain fall off of each feather.

"You don't understand- I am responsible for this. We have all been given second chances. Gabriel is alive…for all I know many of the siblings that were slain are once more alive. But Anna-"he brushed the tears out of his eyes as he ran a hand over her hair again and again.

Dean sat next to Castiel and ignored the that sprinkle of rain as it snuck into the last dry threads of his clothes. "I get that you want to blame this on yourself, I do. It won't fix anything Cas, believe me I know. You didn't kill her, something else did."

"But who unleashed the monsters who did kill her?" Blue eyes blazed as Castiel held his sister's cold body. "I as much as killed her. And the rest of my brothers." He nodded towards Gabriel. "Look at him Dean! Gabriel is next and before I can fix this-I-I will…Dean I will be dead too!"

"Don't you say that Cas, don't you dare say that." Castiel glanced away as Dean gripped his chin and forced his face towards his own. "Look at me, no damn it Cas look at me!" Castiel turned and Dean felt his own heart breaking. Cas looked small and lost, his eyes vacant. Dark circles traced them under eyelashes that had yet to catch the last of his tears.

Something wriggled under Anna's arm and Dean stomped on it instinctually. It made a horrible squelching sound under the heel of Dean's boot. "Sick things are still inside her." Others oozed out and tried to scamper away but many remained in oily looking puddles.

"I think they're dying. These Leviathans don't do very well without a host." Dean nodded at Sam as the watched Castiel stare mutely at a wriggling puddle.

"Sorry to say this now, but we need to get off the road." Bobby sat up and nodded at the boys. "Come on. Grab the angels." Bobby slowly lifted Anna up. "Dean, pull the car off the side of the road. We are going to need kerosene and a tinder box. Understand?"

Dean nodded slowly as he pulled Castiel to his feet. "I got you Cas. You come with me." Castiel nodded numbly as he gripped onto the man's stronger arm and let himself be led to the Impala. Sam followed Bobby with Gabriel in tow off to the side of the road and they disappeared into the trees.

Castiel let Dean lead him around the shady looking store. Dean grasped a small handful of lighters and threw them into a hand basket. He practically emptied the store of ace bandages and other medical supplies. Before switching from the over-laden handcart to one with four wheels. The back one squeaked with each turn to Dean's amusement. Dean took a glance over at Castiel. He sighed and took his hand around the corner and into the liquor isle. He figured he would need something strong. Really strong. But in the state Cas was in he wasn't sure if the angel could drink the entirety of a liquor store any more. Whiskey and vodka clinked into the hand cart.

A man stepped stood in their way as he fumbled with a button on his shirt. His face hid under a beard and Dean could smell the stink of many days of heavy drinking on him. He watched the pair as Dean maneuvered the cart around him muttering 'son of a bitch' irritably to himself. Blood dripped steadily to the ground and Castiel stumbled. Dean gripped him by the arm and led him away from the still staring man when he noticed that the trail of blood began at the front door.

"Hang in there Cas."

Dean rang up at the cash register as the attendant looked over their purchase with a grin.

"I hope you boys aren't using these items together. Vodka is a good mixer but not with kerosene and a book of matches." He pushed his hat back as he took note of Castiel's appearance. "What happened to you sonny? You need to get your friend to a hospital, not drink up my hard alcohol. You boys already drunk?"

"Thanks." Dean ignored the man's words and quickly counted out the right amount of bills before he tightened his grip on the handle of the cart and pushed it outside. The night dripped quietly from trees but the down pour hadn't began again. Castiel shivered in his wet clothes and Dean realized then that he was cold as well. He helped Castiel into the passenger side of the Impala. The trunk was loaded and they drove off quickly as the cashier nodded towards the no longer drunk looking man.

The cashier dialed a number on his phone and waited impatiently for it to ring. "Hello sir. We found them."

"The Winchesters? Outstanding!" Dick's charismatic voice exploded through the phone as the cashier looked nervous.

"We found the angel Castiel as well."

A smile was practically heard on the other end. "Fine work boys. Let him go. Glad to hear that they are in motion once more."

"Ummm sir? The angel doesn't look like he will hold up much longer. His body is going to destroy itself before he reaches the gate!"

Silence. "He'd better make it. Most of my other angels have let me down already. My money is still on him. Tail them and ensure that Castiel makes his journey safe and sound."

"Of course sir. We understand."

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Five forms stood around the pyre with mud on their hands and boots. The damp earth hadn't made their task any easier. It took at least an hour to clear away sweet smelling pines needles and to dig into drier dirt. No one said anything as Bobby slowly poured a jug of pungent liquid over the lifeless form of the angel. Castiel dropped Dean's hand and stepped forward as he locked eyes with Gabriel. Gabriel nodded to him. With the delicate twitch of his wrist Castiel dropped a lighter onto the wood pile even as Gabriel mirrored him. Flames blazed and twisted as they crawled eagerly into red hair.

"Good bye sister."