Sorry this took so long.

My best friend, of 15 years, has been hospitalized. She has a disease called Cystic Fibrosis...It is a lung disease that you are born with, and it is terminal without a lung transplant. She was placed in the ICU and put on a machine that helped her breathe, for a while we thought she was going to pass. I have spent the last few weeks up there with her, that's why I haven't posted recently. This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I decided to break it up to post sooner. I tried not to rush, so let me now what you think.

Thanks for always reading and, for those that do, reviewing.

She is doing a thousand times better now! She is out of the ICU and in a normal room at the hospital. She is looking into getting on the lung transplant list, so send good thoughts her way guys.

That's all for now

Enjoy

~Bye~

"I can't believe you did this!" Gabriel cried, slapping a hand on his face. "This is horrible, the worst!"

"Gabriel..." Sam rolled his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face. "I just got a hair cut."

When Gabriel woke up from his nap, he found the bed completely empty of a certain 6 foot teen. He also discovered it was 11 o'clock in the morning; only a few hours until their meeting with Crowley. When he finally found Sam, in the kitchen with Luke and Castiel's brothers, he was shocked at the lack of brown hair on the boy's head; what went past his ears now stopped just above, the ends curling up slightly.

"Without even asking me?" He whined, mourning the lose of the beautiful locks. "And you..." Gabby turned toward Lucifer, the one who had driven Sam to the salon.

Luke only sipped his coffee, very used to Gabriel's over dramatic moments. "He is growing up honey, time to remove the tit don't you think?" Gabby was about to fire back when Sam spoke up.

"It doesn't look good?" Sam sounded disappointed as he shuffled his feet and dropped his head slightly.

"Of course it looks good!" Gabriel growled out, not wanting to admit it. It made Sam look his age, without those long hairs blocking view of his face you could see that he hadn't quite lost all that baby fat; it wouldn't be too much longer before that jaw line came through completely. His eyes had that child-like gleam to them, god he hoped that never went away. It also seemed to slim his face somehow. "I just don't see why a haircut was at the top of the list today..."

"Well..." Sam began to explain. "I had woken up so early and no one else had gotten here yet, and I said goodbye to Ellen...then Luci was here-"

"Is that a thing we are going to call me now?" Luke grumbled, he only got a quick stare from the two before Sam continued.

"I just thought I would do something that made me feel in control." He hated those moments in his anxiety where everything felt like it was falling to pieces, and he could do nothing to stop brother told him that he had read in a magazine a way to help ease that feeling was to do something that you could control. So far, it seemed to have worked, he still felt dizzying fear, but the edge had been taken off for the moment.

"Not that this isn't fasinating..." Sabastain started. "But don't we have something more important to be focused on, like the plan..." He was not in a good mood and current hairstyles was not going to cheer him up. Sam nodded, along with Gabby.

"Alright, we hear you, Mister Warden-dick..." Gabriel mumbled, sitting at the table next to Lucifer. Sebastain seemed to have not heard, or let it go.

"So..." Raph went ahead and took the chance to start. "The plan is for Gabriel and Sam to meet Crowley at the shop." He reached over and grabbed Luke's mug from his hand and placed it in the middle of the table. Lucifer let out a grunt of disapproval but didn't try to reclaim his mug. "This is the shop, okay?" Sam pulled out a chair, flipping it around before straddling it. "Me and Sebastain will be on each side of the building and-"

"Just so we are clear..." Gabby put his hand up, as if to ask a question. "We are going to involve the police, right? I mean...the rest of the police...?" He could be wrong, but this seemed like a police kind of moment.

"Yeah, I have already filled in the commissioner...We have full use of the county police. Apparently this Crowley guy is pretty well known..." Raph looked at Sam "You sure you're ready for this Sam?" It seemed like a messy situation that could only become worse if the wrong steps were taken.

"Yeah...I am." It was his fault Castiel was in this, well his and Dean's, and he was going to make sure he got him out of it. He felt sick to his stomach because of his nerves though, but he wasn't going to admit that; he needed to be brave. "So...you are going be near the shop..." Sam hinted, wanting him to continue.

"Right...Hopefully, we won't need to intervene and this will go smoothly." Raph put his mug to the left of Lucifer's, with an apple on the right.. "There will be an undercover police vehicle on either side of the street."

A loud crash startled everyone in the kitchen, Raphael and Sebastain reaching for their guns. Jimmy stumbled in, a frown in place. "Hey guys, guess who's finally here..." He said with no enthusiam. "And just as bossy as always." At that moment a man in an army uniform, carrying a duffel bag, turned the corner. He had dark hair and a strong jaw line, which he clenched steadily as he surveyed the group, and he looked pissed.

"You are all complete morons." both Raphael and Sebastain sighed, relaxing at the sight of their older brother but matched frowns with Jimmy as Michael continued. "You let Castiel communicate with a teenaged drug dealer and let him bring home complete strangers?" He motioned to the people he didn't recognize in the room.

"Yes, we thought he wasn't getting out enough so we let him." Sebastain shot back. Michael crossed his arms, he seemed eerily calm.

"Could we not do this right now guys?" Raphael sighed, Sebastain and Michael always butted heads.

"Hey guys, I got some interesting information on John and Crowley." Jimmy decided he'd be the first to take a stab at breaking the tension. "It looks like the two met back when they were teens."

"My dad has been a drug lord for that long?" Sam was shocked.

"No, it looks like your father only joined the dark side about 16 years ago."

"But why?" Sam sighed.

"Trouble with bills, it seems..." Jimmy flipped through the papers. "Two morgages on the house, no savings, and bank loans..."

"I don't really care." Michael interrupted. "If it doesn't help Castiel, it can wait."

"H-he's right." Sam nodded, giving a weak smile to Michael who completely ignored him. Apparently he was already on this guys bad side. Great.

"Give me the all the intel we have so far, and the plan." Michael walked to the table, ready for action.

Dean paced his cell, thoughts of a dead Castiel going through his head. "What the hell have I done?" He whispered with despair, gripping his head. His skin was crawling and he ached for drugs, any drugs. The itch had came back ten times stronger than he could ever remember it being. Dean screamed in frustration, slamming his hands into the cell door before walking back towards his bed. He felt useless and trapped. If anything happened to Cas because of his selfishness...

His eyes burned, so Dean squeezed them shut.

I wonder if the guard outside is dirty...You still have some money from Bobby.

"No." He grounded out through his teeth, eyes still shut tight.

You need to relax and think of a plan, you know what helps you relax.

"I can't keep doing this, I can't...please stop thinking like this." He begged himself, anyone watching the scene would think he was crazy. "Just fucking stop!"

You can stop anytime, you've proven that, so what would a little hurt?

"I hate you, I fucking hate you." He whispered to himself, tears rolling down his cheeks as he opened his eyes and stared at the grey wall.

"Hey, wake up."

The words floated around in the darkness, echoing occasionally. Consciousness was trying to grab at him, but he refused to listen; he could feel the throbbing of his head returning anyway.

"I said wake up!" A hand roughly grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. With a groan he forced his eyes to open. The blurry figure slowly turned into a man. "That's better...the boss wants you."

"Boss?" Cas held his head and hissed when he touched the bandaged wound. It came crashing back to him, he was being held prisoner by Crowley.

"That's what I said, now get the fuck up." The man sounded irritated. He was in a tiny room, with only a bed and dresser. There were no windows or any defining objects. With another groan he pulled himself to his feet, and waited for the world to stop spinning. "Follow me." The unknown hench man ordered, turning to walk out the door. "And don't try anything stupid."

Castiel walked out into the hallway. After cleaning his wounds, Crowley had decided to take him to another location that night so he had no idea where he was; since he was also blindfolded. After a slow trip down a pair of dimly lit stairs, Castiel stood in a room that had only a couch, where Crowley currently sat, and a small television. The floor were hardwood and the walls were plain white, again there were no windows or anything that would help him figure out where he was.

"Thank you Jack, now go be useful somewhere else..." Crowley said, waving the man away.

"Jack?" Cas finally spoke. "The man who attacked Sam?" He frowned at him. "I thought you were in Jail?"

"The magic of money and strong connection." Jack grinned and turned to walk away.

"Oh don't worry yourself over him..." Crowley smiled. "He is no threat at the moment."

"He is a pedophile, why would you help him?"

"Everyone has a purpose when controlled by a great mind." His captor pointed to the couch. "Now, stop worrying about it and sit down before you collapse." Castiel didn't move and Crowley sighed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small rectangular box.

"Ah!" Castiel screamed and reached for his neck, where it felt like he was being burned, there was a...collar? He wasn't being burned, he was being shocked.

"Nifty little toys these are..." Crowley chuckled. "I use them to 'reeducate', or sometimes in the bedroom." He hinted playfully. Castiel tried to pull the thing off, but felt another shock go through his body. "Tsk tsk...I wouldn't try that again if I was you." He warned and cupped Cas' cheek, who jumped at the touch. "Sit. Down." He hesitated for a moment, but gave in and went to the couch. "Good boy, now this is only to make sure you don't try to run from me during our meeting with 'Moose'." He chuckled again at the name; one of the voicemails from Gabriel's phone had called him that and Crowley decided he liked it. "If all goes as planned, you'll be free in a few hours so look happy love."

"Is this the treatment you have planned for Sam?" Castiel glared up at him, he would be damned if he let that happen.

"Of course not, well, -hopefully- not."

Castiel continued to glare.

"You and those others protecting him have made this far worse than it ever had to be, I just want a few words with him."

"...Then you'll leave him and Dean alone?" Castiel highly doubted that.

"For the moment, yes." Crowley could see the disbelief on Castiel's face and only smiled wider.

"And in the future?"

Crowley's watch started to beep, and he clicked it off. "Well, it looks like it is time to get going." He pulled Castiel to his feet by his arm. He didn't answer question because he wasn't ready to reveal that part of his plan. There was a time and place for everything, but now wasn't the time.

"Everyone ready?" Sebastain asked one last time, getting ready to leave for the shop.

"I am." Sam said,trying to swallow his nervousness and getting ready to walk out the door when Gabe grabbed his arm.

"We are right behind you guys, but I need to talk to Sam first." Sebastain looked at his brothers before turning back to nod at them.

"You got five minutes."

"That's all I need." Gabriel confirmed, pulling Sam back towards the bedroom for some privacy.

"What's going on?" He asked, confused.

"I just want to make sure you're really okay." Gabriel stated and Sam rolled his eyes with a frown.

"We don't have time for this." He turned to leave, but Gabriel stopped him again.

"Sam, I am serious here."

"I didn't know you could do that." He faked a gasp. "Should I write it down?"

"Sam..."

"What do you want me to say?!" Sam finally snapped. "That I am terrified? That I might be the reason Castiel dies?" He rubbed his face, shoulders slumping. "That I can't handle this, and I am going to let everyone down?" He laughed, tears threatening to fall. "My own brother doesn't even think I can handle hearing the truth, you think I am some lame kid, and everyone out there..." He pointed to the door "is just waiting for me to fall on my face!"

Gabriel was stunned silent, he was having trouble comprehending what Sam actually thought. I mean, now that he looked at it, he could see why it might look like no one trusted him. That wasn't it though, these people just wanted to protect him.

"I just want one person that..." Sam sighed turning away from Gabby. "...That trusts me."

"...I- I was sent to a christain boarding school, where they tried to beat the gay out of me."

Sam quickly turned to face him, confused again.

"That's the reason I disappeared for so many years..." Gabriel continued. "When I graduated, I felt too ashamed to come back here. So I slept with men for money for nearly a year before I met Luke and got into college."

"I...Why are you telling me this now?" Sam questioned.

"Because I want you to know that I trust you, I've always trusted you." He stepped closer to the taller boy, reaching for him. Sam let Gabriel wrap his arms around his torso, uncrossing his arms to allow his head on his chest. "I just wanted to protect you from the bad, because I care about you, but I never meant for you to think I didn't trust you. You're...You're really important to me Samtastic."

Sam was quiet for a long time, and Gabriel thought he might have crossed a line somewhere. Right when he was about to pull away, Sam's arms wrapped around him. "You're really important to me too..." Sam whispered into his ear and dared a kiss to his cheek, but Gabriel tilted his head just in time for their lips to meet. Sam's eyes went wide at first, pulling back to see a just as shocked Gabriel, but softened as he gently kissed him again.

Gabriel shut his eyes tight when Sam kissed him the second time. He should pull away, stop this, but he couldn't make his body listen. Infact, he grabbed the back of Sam's head with his hand and pulled him closer. The two pulled back for air, but only far enough for that. Sam quickly kissed him again and Gabriel gladly let him. He licked at Sam's lips, trying to push past to enter his mouth, and Sam froze. He opened his mouth slightly, not sure on what else to do. His head felt fuzzy, and a warm feeling was quickly spreading through his chest.

Gabriel took the opportunity given. His tongue slid into the teen's mouth, pressing against his and trying to get it to follow his moves. Sam caught on pretty quick, and attempted to match Gabriel who smiled into their kisses. Sam was sloppy and inexprienced, but full of eagerness. It was just too cute, and a pretty big turn on. Which was supposed to be bad, but Gabriel got so wrapped up he temporarily forgot why.

A knock on the door brought his memory back though, as he and Sam quickly jumped apart just as Luke walk in. He gave the two a suspicious glance. "...Times up, says the geek squad. did I...interrupt something?"

Gabriel cleared his throat. "Of course not, you...uh, you ready bab- uh Sammy?" Sam licked his lips, trying to keep a dorky smile from covering his face, and to try to keep the tingling warmness his mouth felt for a bit longer. "Yep, totally ready..."

Lucifer lowered his eye lids and gave a blank face. "Yes...I bought that entirely." He turned to walk away, really not wanting to know what had happened in that room. "Just get out here."

"...I don't think he bought it." Sam said after a moment, and Gabriel laughed before groaning and covering his face. "...Was...Was that okay?" He was referring to their kiss.

"I think we are going to have to talk about it, but after we get Castiel back...Deal?" He wasn't planning on that happening. When he realized that he had feelings for Sam that went beyond what they used to be, he was going to ignore the shit out of them; like any sane person would.

He nodded. "Deal."

Sam stood in the parking lot, with Gabriel beside him. The place was closed down a couple years ago, at least for legal business, so the parking lot was empty. There was a for sale sign up on one of the front windows.

"It looks the same..." Sam stared up at the shop, memories flooding him. He had walked up to the front steps to get a better look. "Maybe a little smaller?" He avoided coming to places that reminded him of his parents. Now that he knew John was alive, he had a new reason to avoid it. He felt anger build up at the thought of his father. How could he just leave them like that?

Gabriel snorted, dragging Sam out of his thoughts. "That's because you became a frost giant."

"And you became a oompa loompa." He quipped, and got shoved for it. Worth it.

"Hey, at least I gave you something cool!"

He was about to retort when a black car pulled into the lot. It slowly drove and parked next to Gabriel's truck. Sam glanced at Gabriel, who gave a reassuring smile, before walking back over to the vehicles.

Crowley stepped out of the car, two men getting out as well; one of the men Sam recognized immediately and frowned. "It's Jack..." Gabriel patted his arm.

"He won't get anywhere near you." He promised, and meant it. He'd make sure of that. Jack looked at them both before grinning and reaching back into the car.

"Well..." Crowley began. "You are a hard person to meet with dear." He spoke when Sam got close enough. "My god, you really are a moose." He smiled up to him. Gabriel was confused, how did he know about that nickname? Crowley seemed to notice his confusion and held up Gabe's cell phone. "And you must be the owner of this? Lovely voice you have..." He tossed it to him. "I suggest a new one, that is quite ratty."

"I'll keep that in mind..." Gabriel said, catching the device.

"Where's Castiel?" Sam asked, trying to keep any sign of nervousness out of his voice.

"He's right here sweetheart." Jack's voice felt like slim against his skin but he looked over to see him pulling Cas out of the car.

"Jesus, are you okay!?" Gabriel said with alarm at the site of their friend. Blood was starting to seep through the bandages on his head, his normally neatly combed hair was a mess, and his uniform was stained with dried blood.

"I assure you, he is quite alright." Crowley pulled Castiel to him. "Now before I hand him over, I am going to need a few things."

"Like what?" Sam questioned.

"Search them." Crowley looked at the unknown lackey to his left. The man walked over and patted Gabe down, and then Sam.

"No wires." he confirmed back to Crowley, moving back to his spot. Raphael said that the wires would be useless since Crowley was experienced in this field. It would only put everyone in hot water if one was worn.

"Sorry about that loveys, just wanted to be sure."

"Right." Sam crossed his arms. "What do you want?"

"Your address and a promise." He pointed to Cas with a smile. "Then everyone can go home and relax."

"...That's it?" Gabe was doubtful. "All this trouble for that?"

"That's what I've been saying, you brutes are quite distrusting aren't you?"

"My brother said that you-"

"Oh your dear brother is just a worried mess when it comes to you." Crowley stepped closer to Sam and lowered his voice. "I think those drugs are making him very incompetent, shameful really."

"You're the one who gave them to him!" Sam's eye lit up in anger. "This is all your fault to begin with!"

"Ah, ah..." Crowley reached for the gun holstered on his side in warning. "I believe that honor goes to your father."

"Sam..." Gabriel grabbed his arm, hoping to calm him down. It seemed to work and Sam backed away toward Gabby slightly.

"Yeah, I guess it does..."

"So, where are you staying?" Jack jumped in, slimy grin in place.

"He stays with me." Castiel spoke, looking at the man. "Feel free to come by, I could use the practice." He warned calmly and Gabriel silently cheered.

"So much for not lying Castiel." Crowley pointed out, but Cas looked like he could care less, he just wanted this to be over; he was past done for now. Castiel wrote his address on a sheet of paper that was handed to him."Now for the other part." Crowley put his hands in his pockets. "You will work for me."

"The fuck he will." Gabriel said. "He is only fifteen."

"And Dean was about the same age when he started." Crowley pointed out. "And I took good care of him, did I not?"

"He is in prison!" Sam shouted in disbelief.

"Due to his own sloppiness, not mine."

"No." Gabriel stated, anger starting to show on his face.

"Fine, I will just take Castiel with me and-"

"Okay." Sam said quickly, reaching for Cas, afraid the man was going to leave with him. "O-okay, just let Cas go."

"Sam you can't do this!" Gabriel said

"What choice do i have!?" He shot back. When Gabe remained quiet, not sure what to say, he turned to Crowley.

"Smart boy." He held his hand out, waiting for Sam to grab it. "So we have a deal?"

With hesitance Sam grabbed his hand and shook. "...Deal."

"That's a good moose, now..." Castiel was shoved into Gabriel's arms by Jack as the men climbed back into the car. "I will be in touch with you shortly dear, have a good evening." The men in the car laughed as they drove away. Sam wasn't sure what kind of hell he just signed up for, but he'd worry about it later.

"Are you okay?" He asked Cas, who was leaning on Gabriel. Before he could answer, his brothers appeared from now where it seemed.

"Come on, we have to get you to the hospital." James stated, taking Cas from Gabriel.

"I already informed the hospital, they will be waiting for him." Raphael said, helping Castiel as well.

"Let go please..." Cas asked calmly, but was ignored by his brothers who were practically dragging him.

"He could have a concussion with that wound, did you tell them that?" Sebastain asked Raph, who nodded his head.

"Let go." Castiel stated firmly, agitation seeping into his tone.

"So you guys can do something right, amazing." Michael said, clearly upset about the whole situation still.

"Yes you're royal ass, we don't always need your help it seems." Sebastain bit back as they got closer to the car.

"Could have fooled me, it-"

"Enough!" Castiel shouted pulling free of the men. He pulled so hard that he ended up stumbling and, with the head injury, he felt a wave of dizziness take over. A pair of hands were on him in an instant, they were Sam's.

"Careful..." He said worriedly, letting go when Cas seemed stable.

"Thank you..." He turned to face his brothers.

"I will go to the hospital, but I prefer to ride with Sam and Gabriel." The brothers were ready to protest, but he raised a hand to silence them. "Your constant bickering will only worsen my headache." With that, he turned and headed back to Gabe's truck. Sam looked at the men, shrugged and ran to catch up with Castiel. Gabriel followed, but didn't say anything. He was still pissed that Sam had to take that deal.

"They are just worried about you Cas, we all are." Sam said, helping Castiel into the truck.

"I am aware of their feelings, but I can't..." He fell against the seat, his lack of energy showing. "I just can't handle it right now." He wanted to be alone, to regain some of his control. He knew his brother's meant well, but they always managed to smother him with it; especially in times like this. He just wanted silence before he had to answer a million questions and fill out a police report.

Sam didn't say anything more, just climbed in, which Castiel was grateful for.