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Chapter 12

'Does the name 'Azazel' mean anything to you?'

Castiel frowned at Gabriel. He didn't know what he wanted him to say. He shook his head. No. He had never heard the name before.

Gabriel sighed, and leaned back in his chair. 'Damn. Me neither.'

'Well what was the point of asking then?'

Gabriel leaned forward onto the table, his fingers interlocked. He regarded Castiel steadily with a focus Cas rarely saw on his brothers face.

'We found an entry in John Winchester's journal that we think may be a clue.'

Castiel sighed. 'Yeah, you said that Gabriel, come on.'

Gabriel raised his hands in a 'whoa there' type gesture. 'Calm down! Just checking that you're following me...'

He reached into his jacket, and pulled out a small leather bound book. He found a page, and slid it over to Castiel, pointing to an entry.

'Azazel suspects. Proceed with caution.'

Castiel frowned. 'Gabriel, that tells us nothing! This could be to do with any case he was working on, we know he was a hunter!'

This made Gabriel smile, 'True. But thankfully, Sam's not just a pretty face, he's also a sucker for cross referencing.'

'Meaning...?'

'Meaning, me and Sam-squatch had a good ol' look through the other journal, the one Dean's killer kept, and he's written a few dates here and there. So we managed to date most of his entries... close enough anyway.'

He paused, as if waiting for some sort of acknowledgement. 'Err... very clever.' Castiel said. Gabriel nods, and reaches into the other side of his jacket to produce the other journal. How he had been concealing both of them, Castiel would never know.

'So, we worked out that this entry here, in the killer's diary... is from around the same time as the one in Johns.

'He knows about the boy. Tidy up.'

'So, you think... he's talking about John?' Castiel asked.

'Pretty sure' Gabriel nods. 'We know he knew John... and probably lived on our street. So yeah it's safe to assume the journal entries are talking about each other.'

Castiel understands now. 'So we can assume the killer's name is Azazel.'

'Or at least, that's what John called him.'

Gabriel looked excited.

'But where does this get us?' asks Cas.

Gabriel exhales loudly, 'Beats me man, I was hoping you'd know the name.'

'We can ask Dean?'

'Sure, but he was just a kid too Cas, I doubt he'll remember more than us.'

There was a silence for a few minutes before Castiel spoke.

'What the hell is going on Gabriel.'

Gabriel shrugged, and looked at Castiel sympathetically. 'Not too sure man, but from what I've seen of Azazel's diary? It ain't good. Like I don't know anything about this monster crap, but it looks dark buddy.'

He leaned over and grabbed Cas's glass of water and took a gulp, ignoring Castiel's protests.

'Don't be a baby.' He smirked slamming it down on the table. 'What I wanna know, is what Azazel was doing. It looks like John was onto him, but it doesn't say if he stopped him or not.'

Castiel gulped. 'He says 'the boy'. That could be any one of us, Dean, you... me.'

He trailed off. A shiver ran down his spine, and he started to sweat. He still couldn't shake the feeling that this was to do with him, and his power.

'Gabriel what-'

Gabriel recognised the panic in his little brother's eyes, and immediately jumped in to calm him down. 'Hey now fella, let's not jump to conclusions... we need to do a little more digging before we can tell if this has anything to do with you.'

Castiel nodded, and took a sip of water. It was in his mouth before he remembered Gabriel had drunk from it. He forced himself to swallow, barely avoiding choking, and looked at his brother with a look of disgust on his face.

Gabriel guffawed. 'Man you are ridiculous... oh god you should see your face... stop you're killing me!' He soon descended into giggles, and eventually Cas managed a smile.

'So, are we going to go tell Dean this?' Castiel asked.

Gabriel pouted a bit. 'I don't wanna.'

'Gabriel, don't be a child.'

'You can do it.' He insisted

Castiel frowned. 'Gabe you're the detective, I need you there!'

'But he was really rude to me! And I didn't even do anything!'

Cas inhaled deeply. 'Gabe, you screwed his little brother.'

'So? I'd let him screw my little brother and not be mean about it...'

'Gabriel!'

'What?!'

A few minutes later, Castiel pulled out the key to his apartment, and unlocked the door. Gabriel followed him inside looking sheepish.

Dean was sat at the kitchen table, he looked up and smiled at Cas when he entered... but his face hardened when his eyes fell on Gabriel.

'What's he doing here?' He asked.

Gabriel snorted. 'Oh beliiiieeeve me chuckles I would not be here, if it wasn't for my whiny little brother.'

Cas scowled at them both. 'Dean, Gabriel has found something...'

Dean smirked. 'Aww, did you do that all by yourself?'

'Actually your little brother helped...' Gabriel said, straight faced. Castiel sighed. He wished they wouldn't wind each other up like this.

Dean started to march towards Gabriel again before Castiel stopped him. 'Dean!'

Dean turned to Cas in frustration. 'What?! He started it!'

Castiel gave him a 'and I'm finishing it' look, and Dean looked at his shoes.

'Dean.' Cas started. 'Are you really angry at Gabriel here?'

Dean mumbled something.

'I didn't catch that, Dean.'

'No.'

'And why is that?' Castiel prompted.

'Because Sammy's a big boy alright?' Dean snapped.

'Hells yeah he is.' Gabriel chirped in.

'Shut up.' Castiel said quickly. 'Gabriel, are you sorry for purposefully aggravating Dean?'

Gabriel looked at Cas, horrified. 'I didn't do anything!' he raised his hands above his head, and pouted.

'Gabriel...' Castiel warned.

'Fine. I realise now, that my light hearted humour may have offended Dean, as he has the brain of a squirrel and therefore couldn't tell I was joking...'

Deans fists clenched and unclenched by his sides. He was trying hard to restrain himself, Castiel thought. At least he was trying.

'Can we just say sorry and move on? Gabriel?'

'What, no?! I'm not saying sorry first he's the one who shoved me. He shoved me!'

Castiel sighed. 'Dean?'

Dean looked at Cas, and pointed to Gabriel. 'No way man, he has to go first I didn't sleep with his little brother!'

'Yet.' Gabriel added with a double finger point towards Dean.

'Shut up Gabriel!' Dean and Cas said in unison.

'Caaaaaas.' Dean whined. 'Don't make me do this man, I don't want to have to do this.'

Castiel regarded Dean steadily. Dean met his gaze determinedly for a few seconds, before crumbling.

'Fine! I'm sorry.' He looked at Cas. 'Okay?'

Castiel nodded, but Gabriel made a whip sound and Dean pointed at Gabriel again, looking to Cas for help.

'Gabriel you too.' Castiel said firmly.

'What?! No. You don't owwwn me little brother. It's Dean that's your little bitch not me.'

Dean started to roll up his sleeves, but Castiel put an arm out in front of Dean... for a second, he worried that he couldn't physically restrain Dean, if needs be. Because of the whole touching thing, but then he relaxed. He was fairly sure he had this under control.

He continued to stare at Gabriel, until the shorter man threw his hands up. 'Fine! Whatever! Sorry Dean...'

'Say it like you mean it.' Dean said with a smirk.

'Okay! Children!' Castiel stepped between them. 'Everyone's sorry. Let's just... move on.'

Dean folded his arms and nodded.

Cas stepped back, so the other men were left looking at each other.

'Shake hands.' He said.

'Whaaaaaaat?' They both said, glancing in Castiel's direction.

'Do it.'

Dean and Gabriel half-heartedly slapped their hands together, not quite looking each other in the eyes. Castiel sighed. Close enough.

Within ten minutes Dean was caught up on the situation, and they were all sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee. Castiel felt a twinge of guilt when he realised that he had left Meg alone in the shop, again... without even telling her. Oh she would be mad.

'Wait. What did that message say again?' asked Dean.

'Which one?'

'The one in Azazel's diary.'

'He knows about the boy. Tidy up.' Castiel recited.

'Right, so let's assume 'the boy' is to do with whatever his project is, well what about tidy up? What if he means, get rid of everything?'

Gabriel leaned forwards. 'Go on.'

'So what if something goes wrong, and he needs to get rid of the evidence. That included everyone who knew about it right?' The others nodded. 'So that includes our Dad.'

Castiel frowned. 'Yes Dean, but remember, your father's death rests on my shoulders... we can't pin that on him.'

'Yeah I know, we'll get to that later... but what if he realised that Dad had a journal?'

Castiel frowned. But Gabriel seemed to be getting it. 'So then he might be worried someone else would read about him, in the journal.'

Dean nodded. 'And what if he found out that me and Sam had his journal?'

And now Castiel was getting it. 'He'd want to tie off the loose ends.'

Dean nodded. 'And kill me.'

Gabriel frowned. 'And most likely Sam too.'

They all looked at each other uneasily...Castiel had thought that knowing the identity of Dean's killer might have made him feel better.

But the reality was quite the opposite.