A/N: Hey, the reviews for the last chapter were amazing and made me so happy seriously! Also got some suggestions as to new things I can have which I really wanted to incorporate because this story is for you guys after all. So here we might see a new face and I'm going to try to stop neglecting a certain ship :') I apologise for this chapter in advance, it might get a little sad but it's a sacrifice that must be made for the plot. I was inspired by the song Save Yourself – James Morrison, please have a listen, the lyrics really applied.

"You're going to have to break the news, I just got a call and this really does need taking care of, like, right now. The girl on the sofa, make sure you're there when she wakes up so she doesn't go running off. Tell the boys I'll be back later on." John said to the young man, who had a slightly anxious look on his face. He gave one half-hearted attempt at a smile, still wondering why Bobby had decided sending him here was a good idea, and left promptly.

The young man walked into the living room and sat down on the chair opposite the girl asleep on the sofa, anxious and excited.

Sam's eyes were bleary and he dragged them open a strange feeling of weight on his face like something was gently resting on it. He pulled both hands to his face to rub his face and let out a surprised and disgusted cry as he felt a sticky substance covering it. A small lick of his lips confirmed his suspicions. His face had been utterly caked in honey, it really was a professional job and as if on cue he heard the laughter from the side of the bed.

Gabriel was nearly crying with laughter and he'd been sat for forty-five minutes just waiting for it to play out.

"Gabe, you asshole!" Sam shouted, only making him laugh harder. Sam growled and angrily tugged on Gabe's arm, catching him unawares, and pulled him roughly onto the bed. Gabriel was in full on hysterics now as he attempted to break free of Sam's vice-like grip but it was pointless. Sam was shouting and growling more and he pinned him down. Gabriel was wriggling and kicking and laughing before stopping resigning to his fate his smile slowly slipping as he stared at Sam and his heart started to beat faster. Sam's look of annoyance seemed to fade away almost unnoticeably as he stared down at Gabriel.

There was one moment. One moment of painful indecision.

Sam slammed his lips against Gabriel's, no longer pinning him down but pulling him towards him. Gabriel responded instantly, hands fiercely in Sam's hair, honey everywhere, the sweet taste only pushing them both on. Sam broke away and began kissing down Gabriel's neck driving Gabe crazy. Gabriel yanked Sam back up to him and reattached their lips refusing to let him slip away for even a second. It was crazy that this was all happening so fast. They should probably stop. They should probably think about Dean and Castiel, about their situation, about everything, but neither one of them could find the will when exploring each other's mouths so passionately.

They rolled over and Gabriel practically tore off the night shirt that Sam had obtained at some point in the night. Sam followed suit and did everything not to part lips for more than a millisecond. Their lust-ridden frenzy was nearly sending Sam over the edge. He hadn't even realised how much he'd wanted Gabe until the opportunity had presented itself. Usually he'd over analyse every situation but for once it was like auto pilot had switched on and grabbed the chance with both hands. Sam began pouring more into their kiss, deepening it, making it slower and let no less needy. Gabriel moaned deeply.

"About time," Gabriel muttered but Sam cut him off with another kiss and any rational thoughts deserted Gabriel entirely. They both stopped for a moment gasping in breaths but not parting more than an inch.

"You're the most infuriatingly addictive person I've ever met." Sam gasped and Gabriel laughed breathlessly.

"Good thing I'm all yours then." And with that Sam beamed the most stunning smile and Gabriel's heart melted like he was in some god damn chick flick and it was glorious. The two of them made out like teenagers covered in honey, neither having been happier in a long while.

Rosalie's eyelids fluttered as she woke up on a sofa with springs digging into her back, that John guy said they were getting somewhere safe but she had no idea where that was. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and yawned slightly as she looked around. She screamed loudly at the sight of a young-ish looking man peering down at her curiously. She grabbed the first thing her hand landed on, which happened to be a box of paracetamol that John had left out, and threw it at the stranger, it bounced off of his chest uselessly and it took effort for him not to smirk.

"Hey it's okay, I'm a friend," He tried quickly.

"That would require me knowing who you are!" She shouted, panicked.

"Please, I know John." His voice was soothing and his hands were raised in almost surrender. Rosalie paused, still slightly spooked. It was at this point that Dean came rushing down the stairs after hearing Rosalie's scream.

"Rosie?" He said incredulously before running over to her and pulling her into a bear hug. He then pulled her back and held her shoulders, inspecting her.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He spotted the man in the corner and stepped in front of Rosalie, shielding her from view before pointing an accusing finger at the man.

"Did you hurt her?" The man shook his head wildly.

"Dean, Dean he didn't hurt me, he just scared me, that's all." Rosalie sped out.

"You've got ten seconds to tell me who the hell you are and what you're doing here!" Dean rumbled, his voice low and threatening. As if on cue Sam and Gabriel barrelled down the stairs, smothered in some sticky substance, looks of confusion and concern that quickly turned to suspicion as they saw the stranger. Dean was going to ask what in the holy hell was all over their faces but figured it would've been one of Gabriel's dumb pranks and just let it lie.

"Okay, Sam, Dean… I'm Adam. I'm… I'm your brother."

No one said anything. Dean stiffened. Gabriel slipped a hand into Sam's. Rosalie frowned in complete confusion. Sensing more was needed and it'd better be good, Adam continued.

"My mom, she and Dad were close a while back or something but there was hardly any contact from him after I was born, he came over once a year for my birthday or thanksgiving sometimes. He sent Bobby over to check up on us though whenever he could. That's how I got here, Bobby sent me to get to know my bros or something. Dad said it'd be better coming from me." Sam's hand tightened on Gabriel's, half in shock himself, half awaiting Dean's reaction. Dean felt like someone had punched him in the gut.

"So you knew about us? And came to see you, and got Bobby to check up on you?" Dean spat out, seething. Adam nodded slowly.

"Yeah." Adam said cautiously. Dean laughed without humour.

"AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO SPECIAL, HUH!" Dean roared. And then squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately not to punch this kid right in his stupid, distantly-related face. He turned away from Adam and then saw Sam and Gabriel, hands entwined, matching looks of concern plastered on their face.

"What, anymore surprise reveals? Nobody gonna' tell me I'm adopted or something?!" And with that he shook his head let his arms fly up in the air and charged upstairs. When he got into the room he slammed the door behind him and punched it over and over again until blood was pouring down his knuckles.

"Dean! Dean stop it!" Castiel shouted desperately. Dean turned and Castiel could've gasped at the look in Dean's eyes, he'd never seen him look so tortured.

"What's wrong?" Cas breathed. Dean smiled sadly and looked to the ceiling in complete despair.

"I have another brother. He's downstairs. He waltzes in and tells me I've been lied to my whole life. I had to freaking raise Sam since I was practically four years old and he gets a free ticket. Dad went to see him, Dad went to his birthday's, remembered his birthday. Dad sent Bobby to check up on him, make sure he was okay. He was there for that kid and I was here first and what the hell did I get?! And you know the worst bit? The worst bit is I didn't know. HE DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME!" He felt like his Father had betrayed him even more and he'd thought it wasn't possible that John could've let him down more than he already had but he'd gone and done it again.

"Dean, I-" Dean shook his head. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear Cas try and defend his Father. He just couldn't take it.

"Sam and Gabriel have been officially getting it on. Rosalie's here. I have a brother. I guess it's your turn to drop a bombshell. Or lie to me. I mean I'd deserve it right?"

"Dean, please don't," Cas started but Dean wouldn't give an inch.

"No, no I would. You kept going on about a job working abroad, I guess that means you're going are you? Fine do it. Have a great time without me." Dean half whispered. Castiel hated how Dean was talking and was shaking his head frantically.

"Dean, I have been thinking about that job, but I-"

"Okay, great. Well I'd guess I'd better at least thank you for even mentioning it before you flew off. That's really considerate of you, man. Here, I'll help you pack." Tears were streaming down Cas' face as he tried to stop Dean picking up his things from the floor and thrust them into a bag.

"D-Dean, I don't want-"

"Me. Yeah. I got that much. Please, please just leave. Please just get out. I can't… Just please go." Tears fell from Dean's eyes too. He already felt sick to the stomach for pushing Cas away, but it was his trademark. All this genetically transferred Winchester bullshit that was hard wired into his skull that told him to bolt at the first sign of trouble. He could already feel himself convincing himself that Castiel didn't really love him. Everyone else around him was lying to him, why was Cas any different?

Castiel didn't want to go, he didn't want to leave Dean, he didn't want to leave this room. He wanted to pull Dean into his arms, he wanted to strap up his hand and kiss him gently and tell him they'd figure it out. But Dean wanted, or rather needed, him gone. So he'd go. He stood for a second before picking up the bag and shakily walking out, closing the door behind him. Dean kept his eyes closed as he heard the man he was in love with leaving him. He don't think he'd ever heard a more heart wrenching sound in his life. When he saw what Cas had forgotten, hung over the chair by the door, that tan trench coat he really lost it and just crumpled.

Gabe's big brother senses were on high alert when after he and Sam had washed up he heard shouting and bumping. His stomach dropped when he saw his baby brother, clearly trying to hide tears with a bag in hand.

"Cassie?" Gabriel asked warily. Cas pulled him into a quick hug.

"I'm going, Gabriel. I- I'm going to take the j-job in Europe. I wish you both the utmost happiness."

"Cassie, come on, just hold up a sec, I mean just because you and Dean had a little fight doesn't mean you should leave."

"He wants this Gabriel. I'm going."

"Cas, you've got no car!"

"I'll walk."

"We're in the middle of nowhere."

"Then I'll hitchhike. Goodbye Gabriel." And with that he left. To Sam's surprise Gabe turned accusing eyes onto him.

"You promised me, you promised he wouldn't get hurt. What did that look like to you, huh?" And he stormed after his brother. Sam cried out in frustration and confusion. How had things turned sour so suddenly. He was furious with his Father. Not that, that was uncommon. Sam too went upstairs.

Rosalie and Adam were still stood in the living room, both feeling extraordinarily uncomfortable. Rosalie really hated it when people fought. She was scared, tired, emotional and still in a bit of pain and just wanted to go home and so she couldn't help but begin to cry quietly, she hated herself for it but couldn't prevent it as she looked anywhere but at Adam.

Adam, feeling like he'd just sparked off this horrible chain of events, wanted to try and at least do one good thing. He walked up to the girl across the room and smiled sadly.

"Rosalie, right?" She smiled unconvincingly and nodded.

"Adam." She said quietly and he nodded.

"Can I put my arm around you, Rosalie?" He asked and her head rose as she looked at him curiously and nodded. They both sat down on the sofa and Adam slowly manoeuvred his arm around Rosalie's shoulder and she slowly leaned into him, relishing the affectionate touch after so long feeling isolated. That sat in silence for a minute or two and Adam almost unnoticeably stroked Rosalie's hair, feeling strangely at home and yet so far into the unknown.

"Things are quite bad." Rosalie whispered, for some reason feeling like she could confide in Adam. He looked down at her at smiled gently.

"If I tell you a secret will you promise to keep it to yourself?" She nodded once.

"You're gonna' be okay, because if you would like me to, I'll stay here with you and we can wait for everything bad to go away. And then I can make some eggs or something.." He said absently and Rosalie sniffed and laughed lightly.

"I would like that." He smiled at her, guilt twisting in his stomach as she got comfy.

As Crowley sipped his earl grey and listened to the lovely sounds of torture from down the hall and Four Seasons playing on a classical cassette, he smiled at how everything seemed to being playing out just like he wanted it to. The Adam kid was in there now and could earn their trust. And then he could have some real fun. These Winchesters were like Christmas come early.

A/N: Alright, feel free to slap my wrist, I made them fight and left you with a cliff hanger, I'm a bad person I know. It was all for a good cause though, I promise. The reviews for the last chapter were fantastic and I got some great suggestions, more would be loved! I'll bribe you with food and love. Please, please review and let me know what you think and/or what you'd like to see and/or what you didn't like, it all helps. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! Izzie.