Hello everyone! I know left you all at a cliffhanger, so here is the next chapter (Finally!). It's probably the longest one I've written! I hope it was worth the wait.

This chapter probably jumps to Season 6, maybe after episode "Caged Heat."

Please, please enjoy.

Celeste paced back and forth, phone in hand, on the sacred temple floor in Tibet. She hugged her sweater a little tighter.

"Maybe it's just the thin air getting to me, but I think Ambriel's in trouble." Celeste thought to herself. "I bet it's nothing. The signal always cuts out if she teleports somewhere." Celeste paused. "I'm sure she's fine. She's probably living it up with the Winchesters." Celeste thought.

Celeste took a deep breath. "I should be taking a break from worrying and just relax." She mentally reminded herself.

Celeste sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to find some inner peace.

After what felt like an eternity, but in actuality was only a few seconds, Celeste became a flurry of movements. She was up on her feet, pacing again. She called Sam.

"Hello?" Sam answered.

"Sam, it's Celeste." Celeste quickly answered.

"Hey, Celeste. Is everything alright?" Sam asked. "Where are you and Ambriel?" He added.

"You mean Ambriel isn't with you?" Celeste panicked.

"No. Dean and I haven't seen or heard from either of you for months. It's almost been a year!" Sam raised his voice slightly.

"I'm sorry. It's just that Heaven time runs a little differently than Earth time." Celeste tried to apologize.

"It's fine. What's this about Ambriel?" Sam asked.

"I was just on the phone with her and the call cut out just as she was saying goodbye, but I don't have a good feeling about it." Celeste's voice was filled with panic.

"Alright, alright." Sam tried to calm her down. "We'll find her, I promise." Sam added.

"Okay." Celeste took a deep breath. "Okay. Where are you guys? I'm coming to you."

"We're in Bountiful, Utah. Just outside of Salt Lake City. Room 5 at Moonlight Motel." Sam answered.

"Alright. I'll be there in a minute." Celeste replied. "Bye."

"Okay. Bye." Sam hung up.

Celeste shoved her phone in her pocket. "Ambriel, you better just be taking a nice vacation." She muttered under her breath.

Celeste pulled Uriel's angel blade closer and teleported to Bountiful. She knocked on the door to Room 5 at Moonlight Motel.

Sam opened the door. "Hey, Celeste. Come on in." He invited the angel in.

"Thanks." Celeste walked past Sam and into the cheap motel room.

"Celeste." Dean nodded at the angel as he leaned against a wall.

"Dean." Celeste replied as Sam closed the door and locked it.

"So what's this with Ambriel?" Sam asked.

"No, wait. Let's start with where you two were for almost a year." Dean interrupted.

Celeste sighed. "I guess you could call it a hearing or a trial, but basically an angel was banished from Heaven."

Dean sucked in a breath. "Rough."

"I know." Celeste paused. "I left early and then Bri called me. The call cut out near the end and I thought she came to you guys. But she obviously isn't here and I feel that she's in trouble." She explained.

Just then, Castiel emerged from nowhere. "She's not on Earth." He announced.

"Castiel." Celeste narrowed her eyes marginally.

"Celeste." Castiel almost coldly replied.

"How do you know that?" Sam asked.

"I've tried summoning her location several times but she's not on Earth." Castiel answered. "I've also inquired with angels who are still in Heaven to find her, but they say she's not there." He added.

"So not Heaven, not Earth. Where is she? Hell?" Dean asked, standing up straight.

"It's quite possible." Castiel replied.

The room was quiet for a moment, the television making the only noise.

It was a breaking news story. The news anchor came on and made an announcement. "And other news, scientists have discovered a meteor that's heading towards Earth. It's currently has entered the upper atmosphere and is headed towards Great Salt Lake and doesn't seem like it will cause any damage. With its rapid momentum, estimated landfall is in twenty minutes. We ask that anyone in the immediate area to stay indoors."

Sam connected some dots in his head. "Could that be Ambriel?" He asked, moving to get full view of the television.

"It could be." Celeste answered.

"I think it is her." Castiel added.

"We need to go help." Dean snatched up his jacket.

The three turned to look at Dean.

"Now!" He yelled.

All four rushed out of the motel and piled into the Impala. Dean slammed on the gas and sped off into the night.

After 15 minutes of speeding and narrowly catching green lights, Celeste ordered Dean to turn onto an unnamed road. About a minute later, Dean stopped the car at the middle of a dirt intersection, where four roads met and the water from the lake surrounded them on all sides.

They all got out of the car, and Castiel had spotted a bright light in the nighttime sky.

"Is she falling… or flying?" Sam asked.

"Well it sure doesn't look like she has control." Dean remarked. "Do something!" Dean turned to the two angels.

Castiel hardened the determined look on his face and took off.

He soared into the sky, practically disappearing in Dean and Sam's eyes. Castiel was close to Ambriel now. There was heat resonating off of her since she had reentered the atmosphere. He held his arms out, ready to catch her.

Ambriel's near lifeless body moved closer and closer at an alarming rate.

Castiel caught her.

He fell a few feet until he regained control.

Castiel grasped the body close in his arms, holding Ambriel bridal style. He quickly flew down to the ground and landed firmly on his feet.

Ambriel hadn't stirred.

Then, Castiel noticed the stab wound on Ambriel right side.

"Sister…" Castiel whispered, voice low.

"Bri!" Dean was the first to run up to Castiel.

Castiel lifted his head to look at Dean as he approached. The look on his face alerted Dean, and Dean paused. Then he took the last few steps cautiously.

Dean took Ambriel from Castiel and knelt down with her body in his arms. "Bri..." He cupped her cold face with a warm hand.

He didn't see her chest rise and fall with steady breathing and almost panicked.

Castiel bent down onto one knee. "She's still alive. Her grace is weak but she's strong. She will make it."

Dean softened the hard look on his face. "Who could have done this?" Dean lifted his hand off of Ambriel's bloody one, which now was red with her blood.

"I don't know, but the only thing that could do that," Castiel nodded towards Ambriel's wound, "is an angel blade."

"Whose?" Dean asked forcefully.

"There's no way to know for sure. Maybe Ambriel saw who did it." Castiel offered.

Sam and Celeste were standing quietly to the side, watching it all go down.

"Let's get her back to the motel." Castiel urged Dean.

"Alright. Just give me a minute alone." Dean almost pleaded.

Castiel nodded, stood up, and walked over to Sam and Celeste. The three walked back to the car. Sam got in the driver's seat, Celeste in the passenger, and Castiel in the back behind Celeste.

Dean bent his head down, getting closer to Ambriel. He kissed her forehead.

It was a gentle, but meaningful kiss. It was as if Dean was protecting her from want happened, almost like he was willing himself to be in her position.

"I swear..." Dean whispered. But he couldn't finished his sentence.

He picked her up, bridal style, and walked over to the Impala. Castiel slid over and opened the door for Dean.

Dean eased Ambriel into the backseat, feet first. Her legs rested on Castiel's lap. He, of course, didn't mind. Dean slid into the back seat and rested Ambriel's head on his lap. He had one hand keeping pressure on her stab wound and the other stroking her cheek, as if it would heal her.

"Drive." Castiel ordered Sam, knowing that Dean could barely pull himself together. Castiel was also in distress, since he almost lost another of his brethren. He wanted to stop losing the ones he loves and start protecting them.

Celeste gnawed at her fingernail, worrying about her best friend. She pushed thoughts of a world without Ambriel out of her mind, trying her hardest to stay positive. New thoughts filled her mind of the betrayer who could have done this and what she would do to him for punishment.

Sam was the calmest one in the car. He tried to stay focused on the road and his surrounding environment. But, in the corner of his mind, he knew Dean almost had a piece of his heart ripped out if Ambriel had died. Sam wanted to do everything in his power to make this right.

At the motel, Dean gently lowered Ambriel down onto one of the beds.

Celeste held up a first aid kit that she pulled out from somewhere. "May I help?"

Dean silently nodded. He stepped aside and Celeste kneeled down in front of Ambriel.

Celeste pulled away Ambriel's bloody hand. She cut the angel's white dress around the wound.

"No internal damage." She quietly announced.

She sterilized the area and stitched up the wound. Then she wiped any blood off Ambriel's body and hands. "I prescribe a healthy dose of rest." Celeste stood and put the kit away.

Sam gave her a small smile. "Thanks." He quietly spoke.

Celeste nodded.

Dean sat on the other bed and held Ambriel's small, pale hand. He kept her hand warm between his.

"Dean?" Sam hesitantly asked. "We're going out to get the spirit."

Dean lifted a hand half-heartedly, signaling Sam to go on without him.

Sam silently left with Castiel and Celeste.

The next day, around midday, Sam arrived in the motel room with pizza in hand.

"Pizza." Sam informed Dean, who had barely moved since the day before. Dean made no indication that he heard Sam.

"Come on, Dean. You have to eat." Sam urged his brother.

Dean stood up, a look of anger on his face. "I can't, Sam." He raised his voice. "I can't eat or sleep or think anymore because of her. Bri's been like that for a day. When is she going to get better?" Dean ranted.

Sam tried to say something but Dean cut him off.

"She's an angel for God's sake! She's out protecting us wherever we go, and I couldn't protect her the one time she needed me." Dean's voice got louder.

Sam looked over Dean's shoulder and Dean finally turned around when he sensed a presence behind him.

"No, please. Don't stop on my account." Bri smiled slyly.

"Bri." Dean breathed, a small smile emerging on his face.

Dean rushed forward and pulled Ambriel close, breathing in deeply.

Ambriel wrapped her arms around Dean, weaving her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Dean pressed his forehead against Ambriel's.

"I love you." Dean whispered. He pressed his lips against Ambriel's soft ones. He lifted a hand to her face and tipped her head back. He deepened the kiss.

Ambriel regrettably pulled away. "You didn't let me say 'I love you, too'."

Dean let out a small laugh. "How are you doing?" He asked, resting his hands on her hips.

"I'm doing okay." Ambriel replied.

At this time, Ambriel noticed Celeste and Castiel sitting at the small table by the door.

Celeste looked happy seeing her friend up and about. "Hey."

"Hey." Ambriel gave the angel a little smile.

Then Ambriel focused her gaze upon the other angel sitting at the table. Castiel kept a stone hard face on, not showing any emotion.

"Castiel."

"Ambriel."

"Thank you... For everything." Ambriel thanked him.

"Of course." Castiel raised his head slightly.

Ambriel finally turned to look at Sam.

"Hey, Sam." Ambriel smiled.

"Hey, Ambriel." Sam gave her a sweet smile.

Castiel stood up and walked a few steps closer to Ambriel. "Not to pressure you, but we need to know who did this." He asked Ambriel.

Ambriel took a deep breath. "Baradiel." She answered.

"What?" Celeste stood up, slightly shocked. "But he's the one who spoke out against Zaphkiel!"

"I know." Ambriel answered.

"They must have been working together. Baradiel let Zaphkiel fall. Now there's a betrayer on Earth and one in Heaven." Castiel explained.

"Let's go get him now." Dean felt his protectiveness for Ambriel surge.

"No." Ambriel suddenly turned into the voice of reason. "I don't think Baradiel or Zaphkiel know that I know it's them. We have the element of surprise now, we need to use that to our advantage."

"I agree." Castiel was the first to speak up.

No one else objected.

"Do we want to hit the road?" Dean offered, since there was nothing left in Bountiful for them to do.

"Sure." Ambriel replied.

No one else objected.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

Hooray, Dean is reunited with Ambriel! Everyone is happy!

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