A/N: I guess I should have warned you about character death. Well better late than never, there's character death!

There should be a poll on my profile about the next story I should post. If it's not there tell me, I don't really know how to work this thing.

I am getting no money from this; I don't own characters or plot. Although I memorized plot, I don't own it.

Five Days Later

Castiel sat staring at the bed, his hands fisted together, pressed against his mouth. His glasses sat on the side table, forgotten in his worry. It had been far to long for Dean to be unconscious, Balthazar kept telling him that it would take time, but Castiel wanted Dean to open his eyes now. He longed to see those green eyes open once more, to see the sparkle that was reflected in them every time they landed on Castiel.

Balthazar walked into the room, his head dropping down when he saw Castiel. The timidly went over to Dean and did the typical checks, just making sure that he was still fully functioning.

Cold. There was something cold and Dean didn't like it. It was breaking up his cocoon of warmth and he didn't like it one bit.

Balthazar moved the stethoscope from one side of Dean's chest to the other, checking to make sure that his lungs were receiving the same amount of air.

A muffled wheezing came through his stethoscope and Balthazar paused, placing his hand on his ear to make sure that it wasn't inside noise coming in.

"…cold…" That time Balthazar was sure it came out of Dean.

"Cassie!" Balthazar practically threw himself at Castiel, grabbed his arm and dragged him to his brother's side. Castiel leaned down and took Dean's hand in his.

"Dean?" Castiel's eyes were welling up, the tears flowing over the brim.

Dean shifted, gripping Castiels hand tighter, "Cold."

Castiel almost laughed; taking Dean's face in his hands he gave him a bruising kiss, nearly squishing his face into Dean's.

Balthazar stood beside the bed, a blanket clutched in his hand, shifting uncomfortably as he watched Castiel practically eat his brother. Clearing his throat, Castiel took the queue, backing off of Dean and stroking his face one more time.

Balthazar gave Castiel the blanket and he wrapped it around Dean, carefully tucking it in around his sides. Dean gave Castiel a weak smile and a slight chuckle, "What happened Cas? I turn five again?"

Castiel punched Dean in the arm playfully, not caring at the moment that he just woke up; he was obviously fine from the way that he was teasing him.

Everything seemed to be perfectly fine.

"No Gabe! I am not going to say it again!"

Sam was tired of this argument, but Gabriel wasn't giving up. "Sam, a look from you and I would fall from grace." Gabriel had his hands gripping the front of Sam's shirt, demanding the attention of the taller man.

"Gabe! This is just the heat of the moment, you can't mean what you're saying!" Sam was practically yelling at the smaller man, his hands on Gabriel's.

"I mean every word Sam! I won't let you leave, and if that means going to the surface with you, I am willing to do it!" Gabriel's face was grim with determination; he wasn't going to let this giant of a man go.

"Gabriel, I am not going to let you become human for me! I'm not worth it!" Sam's knuckles were going white; his grip was that tight on Gabriel.

Knowing that his words were getting him nowhere, Gabriel moved his hand from Sam's shirt, Sam's hand still attached, and placed it on the back of his neck, dragging the moose's head down to his level. Their lips met, Sam groaning at the contact. They kissed for what felt like forever, the two of them moving in tandem.

Finally Gabriel pulled back, his eyes boring into Sam's. "You are worth more than you will ever know."

Sam knelt his forehead against Gabe's, his voice low enough for Gabriel to hear, "I'm staying Gabe, and that's final."

Two Weeks Later

Misha was standing in the middle of his mysterious library, a bundle of photos in his hands. Shifting through them, Misha asked, without even glancing up, "So, what happened to Lucifer and Michael?"

Bobby shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the suit that he was in a little too stiff for his liking, "Missing, idjits."

Misha glanced up for a second, "Sam?"

No one spoke; the silence was beyond uncomfortable. Finally Crowley cleared his throat and said, "Killed by a rock slide."

Misha put the pictures down on the side table, clasping his hands in front of him, "And the riches?"

Balthazar spoke this time, "From a few artifacts that we found on the ocean floor. Beautiful, many different museums wanted them for themselves; it was a full out bidding war-" A sharp elbow to the side shut him up, "Royalties."

Misha turned his back to the group, staring into the fire, "Castiel and Dean?"

Castiel laughed, letting Dean drag him to the top of the mountain.

"Wow," Castiel let out a gasp; the view was beyond breath taking. He was standing on top of one of the five volcanoes in Costa Rica, one of their many stops in their worldwide adventure. The volcano was still active underneath his feet, the magma heating up the ground below him. His entire view was lush green, only the ocean breaking up the limitless sight.

Dean's arm wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into his strong chest. Putting his head on Castiel's shoulder Dean whispered, "So what do you think?"

Castiel couldn't tear his eyes away from the beauty that was before him,

"It's perfect."

Dean chuckled, the vibrations from his chest traveling into Castiel. Castiel practically purred, leaning back into the warm expanse of his lover. There was nothing more perfect than his life right now. Nothing.

Sam was holding onto Gabriel's hand, watching the tears run down his face. It was Gabriel's crowning ceremony, and he couldn't have been more distraught about it. Everything that was happening only brought up more painful memories for Gabriel, memories that Sam couldn't share with, but was more than willing to listen to.

The two of them were standing in the throne room, Gabriel just vacantly staring at his fathers throne.

"The first time that I was in here, I was only four years old." Gabriel knew that Sam would listen, he always did. Sam squeezed his hand for him to continue, giving him the reassurance that he needed. "I had snuck in through the servants entrance and was playing on his throne, climbing up the back and sliding down the fabric on to the floor. I was on my tenth round when suddenly the door burst open, causing me to slip. I was falling from the top of the chair when I was caught, strong arms grasping me and lifting me from my doom. Looking up I saw the face of my father, expecting the worst; I thought that he was going to yell at me. Instead he putted me in closer, saying over and over again that he wasn't going to let me go and that nothing was going to happen. Not on his watch."

Sam watched Gabriel re-tell the story, his eyes filling with tears at the sight of him. Gabriel turned to him, eyes over flowing with sadness, "He was going to protect me forever. He was never going to leave."

Sam pulled Gabriel into his shoulder, letting the smaller man cry into his shirt. Stroking Gabriel's hair, Sam whispered nonsense into his ear, simple words of comfort to calm the man down.

Once Gabriel's tear had ceased, he lifted his head, giving Sam a soft sad smile. "You ready?" Gabriel nodded, wiping his face and clearing it of any trace of his misery.

Taking a deep breath Gabriel took Sam's hand and led him out the doors, walking it their kingdom for the first time.

A/N 2: I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. It was Tuesday when I wrote it, and now it's Tuesday as I post this. Oh, it was too good to avoid. Once again, I'm sorry.