Gabriel smiled but he didn't open his eyes. He could feel Sam's head was resting on the side of his, and he was gently breathing next to his ear. The teen was pressed against his back and Sam's arms was wrapped tightly over and around his arms, effectively trapping him. Their legs, well the parts Gabriel's shorter legs could reach, were entangled.

He loved it.

He had slept in the same bed with Sam again. It was becoming a habit that he wasn't sure about. I mean, he wasn't doing anything besides sleeping. So he shouldn't feel like he was doing anything wrong, even if he enjoyed it a little too much. Sam was a cuddler, he would always seek out the closest object or person. It was great, Gabby felt completely safe right now.

It was around 10 in the morning, Thursday. Gabriel wasn't used to sleeping this long. He had woken up a while ago, but he was waiting for Sam to wake up or at least roll over.

He did open his eyes when the bedroom door creaked. Castiel looked around the room and seemed displeased with the mess the two had made. He liked things to be in a certain order, but he also knew that not everyone thought the way he did…Even if they thought wrong, it was their choice. When he saw the two half-dressed figures on the bed he locked eyes with Gabriel for a brief moment and gave a disapproving look. He motioned for him to get up and closed the door.

Gabriel hummed softly. How the hell was he supposed to get up? He eventually decided to do this the sane way. "Hey, Sammy?"

Gabe heard a grunt and reached up to rub the other's head gently "Let me up, I have to pee." I wasn't really a lie, he did have to go to the bathroom.

It took a moment but Sam eventually let him go and rolled over. Gabe smiled and quickly got up before he changed his mind. He grabbed a shirt and threw it on, he didn't realize it was one of Sam's until he was almost to the living-room. He found Castiel standing next to Luke and his least favorite warden.

"That is also very illegal." Cas pointed toward where Sam lie sleeping.

Gabriel looked at him with actual shock "I didn't have sex with him!"

"I find that hard to believe." Luke added, pausing his conversation with Sebastian, to look at the oversized, red shirt Gabriel had on.

"You're just mad I didn't have sex with you…" He shot the lawyer a look.

"Castiel…" Sebastian had that 'I am going to give you advice, because I am your big brother and love you' voice. "I understand you want to help these people, but…"

"Hey, over here, how are you?" Gabriel raised his hand and frowned "Names Gabriel, try using it." He was tired of this guy treating everyone like they were beneath him. He only got a glare before Sebastian looked back at Cas.

"You are going too far…I mean, you are letting, basically complete strangers stay in your house?" Sebastian laughed at the ridiculousness. "And you wonder why Michael doesn't leave you alone?"

"Would you stop being a pain in the ass, Balthy?" The voice came from the kitchen, it was condescending and sounded like Castiel. Gabriel looked at the guard beside him and shrugged, must be another brother. Gabriel gave Luke a suspicious look at the smile he was wearing. Like he knew something Gabby didn't.

Which apparently he did, because Gabe was not prepared for what came out of the kitchen.

It was Castiel.

Another Castiel, the only difference was that his eyes were a darker blue and his clothes were different. Gabby was pretty sure he looked like a fish out of water.

"Casserole here…" The man pointed to his twin with a smile, which was odd to see on a Castiel face. "…is a big boy now, so let him handle his own relationships. This isn't the prison, you can't go around dictating. Ass."

Sebastian opened his mouth to reply, but Gabriel jumped in "You have a twin?" He was staring at Castiel.

"Yes?" He tilted his head in confusion, as if to ask why Gabriel was asking such an obvious question.

"You have to tell people these things, or you might give them a heart attack!" Gabe grumbled.

Castiel's twin laughed "Castiel has never been one to talk about himself. Not unless you ask first." He walked closer to Gabe and held his hand out "James, you can call me Jimmy."

"What's going on?" Sam's sleepy voice got everyone's attention. He was still shirtless, Gabriel's necklace was slung over his back. It must have happened while he was sleeping. His hair was sticking out each way. He looked absolutely adorable. Gabriel couldn't help but notice that he was quickly gaining back some weight, in all the right places. Apparently Sam was one of those people that just had muscles. Lucky bastard. He was still too thin, but definitely better than when Gabe found him. When Sam noticed all the people staring at him, his eyes opened all the way and his cheeks tinted a pretty shade of pink. He crossed his arms to help hide himself a little more.

"It looks like the dinner party has been moved up to lunch?" Gabriel asked, looking to the group for an answer as well.

"Well, now that we know the trouble are brother has gotten himself into, we decided to spend the day here to come up with a plan." Sebastian sounded nothing but disapproving. "You must be Samuel?"

"Uh…Yeah, but Sam is fine…Who are you, and…why are there two Castiels?"

Dean hated everything right now.

He was mad.

Just fucking mad.

He paced his cell, ignoring the sharp stabbing pain coming from his side and the burning from his lungs.

"Stupid fucker…" He was talking about the warden, he hated that guy, but he was also talking about Crowley. Probably more toward Crowley at the moment. The guy was insane, but in a way that made him appear sane? Dean shook his head, he had a way that made you think he was a decent guy but it was an act. He could laugh with you and share stories, then blow your head off in the next second. Dean witnessed something like that first hand…Not that he has ever told anyone. Actually, there was a lot he hasn't told.

Now everything was about to hit the fan, and he could do nothing but watch it smack Sam right in the face.

He was so fucking scared.

Which made him so very angry.

And to top it all off, he couldn't see Castiel anymore?

"Do you ever sleep kid?" Bobby sighed out. He was tuning his guitar and had been listening to Dean insult people under his breath for the last hour.

"Only when I am loaded with Xanax…" Dean really wanted to be high, like 'forget this shit' high.

Bobby could hear the strain in his voice, the kid was close to snapping. "Take a breath boy, just take a breath."

Dean dropped his head into his hands and inhaled a large breath. He coughed it out and gripped his side. The pain took away from the calming effect and just pissed him off more. "Screw you, it doesn't work so just shut the fuck up!"

Bobby strummed the guitar, playing a low soothing sound. "Keep breathing brat, you're not there yet."

"Go fuck yourself!" He wanted to punch through the fucking wall and show this annoying geezer what he could do.

"You don't know me, and I didn't ask for your fucking help so shut the hell up before I shut you up!" He barked with so much anger that he was shaking.

"Yeah? That will make everything better, right? It will solve all your problems?" Bobby kept his voice even, but firm. "Then go ahead sweetheart. Do it."

Dean punched the wall, he was pretty sure he busted his hand again, but he tightly shut his eyes and inhaled; not as deeply this time. It wasn't like he had anything better to do than listen.

"…Just relax, and let the thoughts fade away, just let it go for now…breathe" He continued to strum for a few moments. Dean' shoulders slowly slumped as time passed, and his anger simpered away a little at a time.

"Shit…Sorry." It was soft, so Bobby barely caught it over his guitar. He smiled.

"You know, you remind me of myself when I was younger."

"Is that a good thing?" Dean gently sat down next to the bars, and leaned against the wall separating the two.

"Oh hell no. I was a walking disaster and hung out with all the wrong people." Bobby laughed.

"Great." Dean sighed.

"I thought I owned the world though. If I didn't have control, it scared me so much that I lashed out. If I couldn't control it then I would have to destroy it. I loved the power."

Dean could feel chills run up his spine, and goosebumps appear on his arms. That sounded just like him.

"He was beating my mom." Bobby's guitar stopped as he spoke.

"What?"

"My old man. He was always an abusive asshole, but I never let him get too physical. I defended my mom, until I wasn't there to be the volunteered punching bag." Bobby clarified.

"…Isn't that self-defense?"

"Oh, he wasn't beating her when I shot him." He sat the guitar down. "He had just finished when I came by to visit. She was bleeding on the kitchen floor, making excuses for him and she couldn't even stand. I was only 20 at the time."

"…You were mad?" Dean whispered, already knowing the answer. He would've killed any bastard that raised a hand to his mom, even if it was his dad. Not that John would ever do that, he was always an easy-going guy. He kept a lot inside, and a lot to himself. Dean frowned.

"That is an understatement." He laughed quietly "People say that you see red when you are angry…All I saw was images of that bastard dying. So, I grabbed his gun out of the safe and stomped up to his room. I finally had enough and I was going to show him, like I had showed anyone who disagreed with me." Bobby leaned his head against the wall. "I can still hear my mom's screams, and the smell of gunpowder. I emptied the gun in him then tried to bury him in the backyard."

"…Was it worth it?" He covered his mouth to silence a cough, god this being sick thing wasn't working for him.

"At the time, I was so far gone, I thought it was. Hell, I enjoyed seeing him take his last breath, but what do you think?" He shook his head "I had a woman that loved me, I was going to marry her, and she was carrying my child." He stood up and faced the bars. "When she saw what I did…" He could still see her face, she looked at him like he was a monster. "She finally saw what I tried so hard to hide from her." Bobby cleared his mind and spoke louder because he wanted to make sure Dean heard this part. "I lost everything to satisfy my need for control and power, to prove a point and I have a feeling you are on the same path Dean…Don't let it get you, don't give into that curse because it will consume you until there is nothing of you left; and you will lose everyone you love."

Dean was biting his lip, his head hanging. He rubbed his eyes, which had misted over while image of Sam hugging him, or playing baseball with him with that loving grin flashed through his mind; images of Gabriel when the two were younger and hanging out, and even Castiel tilting his head and smiling at him through the bars. "Nothing I can really do about it right now…"

"Of course there is!" Bobby frowned "Get your ass out of this cell and start working on some good behavior credits."

"Gramps the last time I left this cell alone, I was hospitalized." Dean pointed out.

"Then stick with me, keep your mouth shut, and I will protect you."

Dean snickered "No offense, but don't you think your fighting days are over?"

"Keep laughing princess…" Bobby glared at the wall. "It isn't about fighting, but respect in this place."

"And you have that?"

"About Forty-six years' worth."

"Wow." Dean sounded impressed, but grinned wide at the wall. "You're so old."

"You have one more left for today. One." Bobby said in a stern voice, but smiled as well.

Dean went silent for a few moments. So he could get out of this cell, and not get raped or killed? Maybe he could prove to that warden dick he wasn't just a low-life leeching off of his brother, and he could spent time with Cas again. Maybe he could find a way to make some money for Sammy, or even knock few months off his sentence. "…Hell, what do I have to lose?"

Bobby was the one to be startled by a hand appearing this time.

"Show me the ropes old man."

He gripped the boys hand firmly, and smiled. "That's what I like to hear."

Maybe there was hope for this boy. He could give him the chance to escape, the chance he didn't take.

"I told you not to use your fingers!" Raph laughed. He was watching Sebastian rub his hand, which the dark toned man had just smacked with a spoon.

"No one said you needed to be so damned protective of the roast…"

"You and James would eat it all if I wasn't." Raphael stated, turning back to the food.

"Hey, the sick are supposed to eat first!" Jimmy shouted, having heard the two from the living room where he was currently kicking Sam's butt at 'Mortal Kombat'. One of the three had brought a TV and games with them, and Sam was loving it.

"You're in remission, so it doesn't count!" Raph shot back.

"What kind of cancer did you have?" Gabriel asked from the sofa, he was currently holding the cutest little girl he'd ever seen. She was Jimmy's 7 year old daughter, Claire. She was laughing at his jokes and telling him about her favorite my little pony.

"Lymphoma, hey that wasn't fair you cheater!" Jimmy playfully swatted at Sam, who was sitting in the floor between Gabe's legs with his back against the sofa. Sam had went and found a shirt at some point and then immediately glued himself to the gaming system.

"Daddy has been in remission for a year…" Claire added happily.

"328 days." Castiel said from his spot on the other end of the sofa

"Well, I was close." She smiled happily at him, as if just now realizing he was in the room. Castiel smiled toward her for a moment then turned his attention back to programming his new phone. That wasn't going to work for the little blonde. She climbed out of Gabby' lap and stumbled over Luke, who was reading some files between the two, and plopped down straight into Castiel's lap. "How have you been dad?" She grinned up at Cas, who hesitantly tried to figure out where to sit his hands on the child. His phone had been knocked between his legs and slide safely to the floor.

"I-I am Castiel, not James." He corrected the girl, who only smiled at him more.

"Heeeey, I am the only 'Dad' around here." Jimmy whined from the floor, looking pitifully at his daughter. She lit up. "I was only playing daddy, I know who you are." She crawled out of Castiel's lap and ran over to her father, who swooped her into his lap and went back to picking a character.

"Why don't you have a TV Cassie?" Gabriel asked.

"It distracts me." He answered, picking his phone up off the floor.

"That is usually the point of a TV…" Luke was only half listening, focused more on his files, but always found time to be a smartass.

Raph walked in the room "Hey, why does he get to give you a nick name, but we can't?" he was looking at Cas.

"I have tried to stop it, but it was useless." Castiel shrugged "And you do give me nick names…"

"Cas gets too distracted by a TV sometimes…" James answered Gabe's question while the other two argued quietly about acceptable nicknames. "At least when we were kids, he would get so excited he would pace for hours and watch show after show…"

"Is that because of his disorder?" Sam paused the game to ask. James looked at him with shock.

"You know about that?"

"…Yeah?" Sam looked at Castiel and then back to his brother with confusion and worry "He told me a while ago…Is that bad?"

"Not bad…"James smiled at Cas "Just surprising…" Castiel didn't look up from his phone, he was trying to sync his contacts, and ignore Raph. "Castiel doesn't normally open up to people, and yes, it is part of his disorder."

"Disorder?" Gabe was lost, but Sam quickly filled him in.

"Castiel…" When the man looked up to Gabriel he reached over Lucifer and lightly, but firmly slapped on the side of the head. "Why didn't you tell me? Here I am making all these insensitive jokes…" Gabe huffed. "I would've been nicer."

Castiel rubbed his head, even though it didn't hurt "That's why I didn't tell…" He looked back to his phone "…Everyone changes around me when my disorder comes to light, and I still don't understand why but I know it is because of that."

"I told you Cas, they just want to be respectful of you…" James sounded like he had had this conversation more than once with his twin.

"By leaving?" Castiel put his phone away and stood up. "That isn't respectful, that is avoidance…" It took Cas years to figure out he was uncomfortable to be around, mostly because his mother and father, or brothers, always shielded him from the world. He didn't know that other kids didn't have trouble with their speech, and had to take special classes. He never knew he didn't show emotions on his face, he thought he did, or that he came off as a cold person sometimes because of his choice in words. He didn't know his voice lacked the correct tone when talking about certain subjects, or that you shouldn't talk about certain things at all. He couldn't tell when people wanted him to keep his mouth shut, or when he was supposed to speak. Cas had to get himself hurt a few times to figure it all out.

"I'll be back in a little while." James watched Castiel walk out the front door.

"Sore subject?" Gabriel spoke after a moment.

"He just needs a minute…" James smiled sadly.

Walter pleaded with the large man.

"I swear, I don't know where the kid is…"

He was punched in the stomach. "And I don't fucking believe you." The thug growled. Walter fell to his knees. His face was bloody and bruised, and one of his arms looked broken.

"I swear!" He cried "The little shit only comes here once a month, that's it…"

"Well now we are getting somewhere…" The man smiled. "When is he going to show up?"

"I-in about a week? It-it is in my phone, the date so plea-" Walter never finished his sentence because a blade slit his throat. He fell to the floor as blood shot out, spraying the floors, walls, and ceiling. Tears fell from his face, and he gurgled and choked on his own blood. The man above him grinned down, watching him slowly die.

"Welcome to our new homeguys, man the boss is going to be happy." He laughed with his friends.

"Maybe now, I can get some fucking credit."

"Yeah right, you know he has a soft spot for Dean…Why do you think he is going through so much trouble to-" The other man was cut off with a punch in his face.

"Do you want me to fucking kill you too!?" The man snapped. "Just wait, when I bring him Sam Winchester, I am going to get promoted." He looked down at the lifeless man and frowned. "Now search this place, and take care of this bastard."

Thanks for the reviews, I hope this chapter is just as good even though it is also shorter.

I don't have a lot to say this time...

I liked thinking Castiel had a twin, it is neat so I gave him one.

Michael will appear in a chapter or so, he is a busy Army guy...

These last two chapters were supposed to be together, but I thought they worked better apart, that is why they are so short.

~bye~