~Written by Noah~
Castiel stared at his brother through the glare of the freshly struck holy flare, shocked.
"Gabriel..." he said slowly, letting his blooming emotion show through in his voice. He was pleading with his brother. Gabriel looked at Castiel, he saw how terrified and distressed every aspect of Cas looked as he realized what was happening. Fear, but not for himself, not in the slightest. All for Pippin. Castiel sighed angrily and turned away from his brother so he wouldn't see any more of his distress. Gabriel nearly broke again, but he reminded himself what would happen to Cas if he were to get out.
"It's for your own good, little brother." Gabriel said, trying to convince the both of them. It was for Cas' own good... but did that still make it the right thing? It didn't matter, he told himself. He had promised Pip, he had to honor his word. Even if he regretted it later...right? He looked a while longer at his little brother. Castiel cared nothing for himself, but Pippin did. His promise was important. He needed to leave, now, or he would break his promise and the fire line.
"You'll understand later." Gabriel walked out of the room."I hope, anyway." Castiel waited until he was sure Gabriel was gone. Then he began trying escape plans he had been creating in his head since Gabe threw the match and trapped him. Pippin must have made him promise something, or he knows something.
I've been suspicious of that since the beginning. He thought, several attempts and plans failed right out of the box. He was getting panicky, frustrated, and ill all around. His mind was swimming in worse case scenarios and gruesome gory death scenes. He needed to get to Pippin. Now. That's when he heard it, rushing water from above. The water heater kicking on to warm the winter worried pipes. Cas smiled, Eureka. He could do it. He had to. Focusing all his available Grace, he began to attempt to pull the very ceiling down by the pipes. At first there was nothing, Cas could feel anxiety creeping up. What if it didn't work? It has to, he told himself, I need to get to Pippin. Slowly, the ceiling began to bow. He sighed in relief, this could work. Then slowly the ceiling became warped, he could hear old pipes bending. Now he just needed them breaking. Plaster bits began to float down on him, a single drip struck his forehead. He ignored the drop trickling down his face and focused harder on the task at hand. They were leaking, it wouldn't be long now. Then all at once he had it, and the ceiling opened flooded the warehouse like Noah's Firmament. Cas closed his eyes and let the water come down on him, the water didn't stop after the big splash. It continued to stream from the pipes like waterfalls. He looked the floor, he was nearly up to his ankles in water. The circle was no longer a problem. He grinned at the flooded warehouse, "I'm coming Pippin, whether you deem it safe or not."