A/N: I don't know how many of you are aware of the pig that visited the boys at DallasCon, but his name is Icarus and now I am really having a hard time taking this story seriously knowing that there is a pig walking around with the same name. All I can imagine is a pig falling from heaven with burning wings and it is incredibly frustrating.

Oh, and I also hope that in the next few chapters Dean redeems himself in your eyes. I don't want him to be a bastard forever!

It was the insistent banging on the door that darkened Denathus' mood. It was the seventh day within the cycle that Denathus and Samthrian had agreed on with the Athenians. For six days the Athenians would train non-stop, resting only on the seventh day for sacrifices and offerings to the gods. Denathus moaned, turning over on his mattress and ignoring the pounding on the door. Some people say that if you ignore the problem it will go away. This philosophy did not work for Denathus though, a vase flying through the air and hitting him in the side a testimony to that fact.

Denathus turned over to glare at Samthrian who was currently curling into the fetal position on his side of the room, murmuring, "Get the damn door."

Denathus rolled his eyes, throwing the covers off of his body as he got out of bed. Picking up the vase Denathus threw it back at Samthrian, a heartfelt 'Bitch' thrown in for good measure. Samthrian flinched when the flying clay hit him, glaring at Denathus as he replied 'Jerk'.

With a scowl Denathus threw open the door, biting at the person on the other side, "What?"

On the other side of the door was Gabriel, the smaller man looking twice his size as he glared up at Denathus, "What did you do to Castiel?" Gabriel was furious, the air around him crackling with energy. He was toe to toe with Denathus; anyone seeing the two of them would say that Gabriel was the more powerful of the two, Denathus a mere mortal in the shadow of a Titan.

Denathus was shocked at the words of the Athenian and his demeanor, but the shock fell away quickly, replaced by indignation, "What are you talking about?"

Gabriel growled, his hands grasping Denathus' shoulders and slamming him against the wall, his voice hissing as he said, "He's not waking up."

The world froze, everything fading out of focus as Gabriel's words resounded in Denathus' mind. His face fell, the disbelief flowing through his body as Denathus gaped at Gabriel. His eyes were wide for a moment before he caught himself; the wall coming up faster than it came crashing down. He became steel one more time, his voice strong as he said, "Take me to him."

Gabriel eyed Denathus for a moment, his eyes hard and calculating as they scanned the other mans face. For a fraction of a moment Denathus thought that he would refuse but when Gabriel's grip relaxed, the shorter man removing his hold on Denathus, his worry faded away. By this time Samthrian was up and at Gabriel's side, waiting to accompany Denathus. Gabriel looked between the two of them before turning, casting a glance over his shoulder as he said, "Follow me," and walked down the hallway.

Silence filled the house; even their footsteps were nothing more than padded breaths of air on the stone floors. Not a person spoke as the trio headed towards Castiel's room. The door was open, Denathus knowing without having to see that the rest of the family was already there. The sight that met his eyes once he walked through the open door confirmed it. Anna was holding onto Castiel's hand, kneeling beside her son's side. Tears were streaming down her face as she placed light kisses on his fingers. Michael stood beside her, one hand on her shoulder and a blank expression on his face. Hester, Rachel and Naomi fretted over their brother, making small adjustments to his blanket or to his hair, their hands shaking as they did so. Lucifer stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed and eyes dark, his gaze burning into Castiel. Chuck was standing at the window, peering out of it and trying his hardest not to accept the circumstances around him.

Denathus gazed around the room once before walking in, Samthrian already following Gabriel to Castiel's side. Putting a hand on Anna's arm, Samthrian carefully loosened her grip on Castiel, a warm smile on his face. He gently helped her to her feet and guided her out of the door, telling her softly that he and Denathus were going to take care of Castiel. He guided the rest of the family out the same way, leaving Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel with them. Denathus knelt beside Castiel, letting his eyes roam over the man below him.

Castiel was lying on his back, his chest rising and falling slowly with each lungful of air that travelled through his body. His skin was a pale gold, the blood sinking from his skin and leaving it paler than before. Even after days of being under the sun it was colored to a light tan. The white linen that was lying low on his hips, just a sliver of hipbone poking out above the blanket, was the only item that covered his naked body. Castiel's once tussled hair had been flattened by the fingers of his sisters, their ceaseless fidgeting taming the wild mane. His mouth was slightly parted, a crack in between his lips that let faint gasps of breath pass by. They were chapped, the life giving air that danced by drying them out. Denathus resisted the urge to lean down and cover them with his own, to lick over the soft pink and make them wet with his tongue. Denathus shifted, turning his face towards Samthrian and waving him over. Samthrian knelt by his brother's side, his hands instantly going to Castiel's head. With careful hands Samthrian righted his skull, holding it still as Denathus looked over Castiel.

The two men worked under the gaze of all three brothers, each set of eyes sending unsettling shivers up their spines. It made the Spartans uncomfortable but nothing deterred them from what they were doing. Samthrian remained focused on Castiel, watching for any sign, good or bad, as Denathus went through various practiced motions, each one hammered into his mind. Every Spartan was taught varying degrees of medicine, ranging from binding a wound to detaching a severed limb. They knew which herbs to use to kill infection and which ones would stop bleeding. But most importantly, the Spartans knew the significance of head trauma.

Denathus worked in silence, first checking his vitals, making sure that there was nothing off with his pulse or breathing. Placing his ear to Castiel's chest Denathus listened to his heart, the faint beats whispering sweet promises to Denathus. He may have kept his head resting on Castiel's chest longer than what was appropriate, but Denathus was in no hurry to move from his position. Shifting his head slightly Denathus patiently waited, the sound of air rushing in and out of Castiel's lungs like music to his ears.

Reluctantly Denathus took his ear from Castiel's chest, turning to dace Gabriel as he asked, "Has Castiel ever suffered from a blow to the head before?"

Gabriel exchanged a glance with Michael, his eyes full of worry as he answered, his demeanor softening slightly, "When he was young Castiel was in the wrong place at the wrong time, which just so happened to be in the midst of a riot." Gabriel swallowed before continuing, his voice reaching a point of desperation, "He was struck on the temple and remained unconscious of four hours. But that was over ten years ago!"

Denathus opened his mouth to reply to Gabriel when Samthrian cut him off, his voice calm and collected, "There is no healing from a head injury Gabriel. It does not matter how much time has past, any additional injury will only add to the damage."

Worry filled Gabriel's face once again as he neared Castiel's side, kneeling beside his brother, "Will he be okay?"

Samthrian looked at Denathus, the elder refusing to meet his eye, "Only time will tell."

A rustle of fabric brought attention back to the other two men in the room, Lucifer emerging from the corner and swiftly exiting the area, his face unreadable. Michael quickly followed him; his brother's name a cry on his lips as he rushed down the hall.

The three men remained in silence for a moment until the footsteps echoing down the halls were nothing more than a forgotten promise. Denathus remained focused on Castiel as he spoke, taking his brothers spot beside Castiel's head, "I will wait with Castiel until he wakes. Samthrian, take Gabriel and continue training. Take Michael and Lucifer with you."

Gabriel's mouth opened in protest but Samthrian beat him to the punch, "You are going to need help taking care of him Dean."

Denathus looked up at his brother, a flare of protection that Samthrian had never seen before igniting behind his eyes, "I do not need your help Samthrian. You are not the only one who can fill a bowl with water. Now go, that's an order."

Samthrian's gazed hardened at Denathus' command, his every instinct screaming at him to ignore his brother and remain while every ounce of his training told him to obey his commanding officer. Glaring at Denathus Samthrian rose, his voice tense as he spoke, "Come Gabriel, we have work to do."

Gabriel looked between the two brothers, the air popping with tension. For once he kept his mouth shut, knowing better than to make the situation any worse. He walked behind Samthrian, his sight never moving from his brother, whom still lay peacefully on the cold floor. Gabriel paused in the doorway for a moment, his voice barely more than a whisper as he stated, "Take care of him Denathus. And if he dies, you will be meeting him in Hades. I guarantee that."

With that promise hanging in the air Gabriel left, the now vacant room looming around Denathus, the Spartan suddenly feeling incredibly small. Swallowing down the feeling Denathus settled on the floor, making himself as comfortable as he could before whispering, "You are going to wake up Cas, even if it kills me, I am going to see those blue eyes again."