C14

So... drama. When I said I was gonna add drama I wasn't kidding. This is very dramatic. Very very very dramatic. Or at least I think it is. Point being shiz goes down in this chapter. We're are reaching a bit of turbulence here passengers, please fasten your seat belts. So from now on expect more characters to appear. Any suggestions? Drop a comment (not on my head or anything though) and I'll egt back to you as soon as I can. Little bit of kissy kissy in this chapter, but no one should get offended, I don't think. It only gets up to unzipped flys, so no worries I hope.

Thanks to, as always, CastiellaWinchester94 because you are awesome.

And thanks to MidnightWolf191! you are too very awesome.

(All of you are but *shrugs* nuanced.)

ENJOY!

"More popcorn?" Asked Dean as he looked into the bowel, finding it empty aside from a few kernels. Cas nodded, not taking his eyes from the screen, which was playing Space Jam. Dean made his way to the kitchen and began rooting through the cupboards for the popcorn.

"Don't get me wrong babe, I'm thrilled you're watching movies. But when I said you needed movie culture, this wasn't really what I had in mind." Dean called from the kitchen, where he watched kernels pop in the microwave oven.

"This is a movie Dean." Castiel reminded him.

"Yeah, but I was thinking along the lines of Star Wars, or The Breakfast Club. A decent movie, not Looney Toons." Dean explained, leaning in the kitchen doorway now, throwing popcorn into his mouth and watching Cas watch the movie. He had a blanket draped over his shoulders and wore a fascinated expression as he watched Michael Jordan's arm stretch as he aimed for the hoop. Dean smiled; there was no denying it, Cas was adorable.

The phone rang out suddenly from the kitchen behind Dean.

"Get that, would you Dean?" Cas asked distractedly. Dean approached the phone cradle on the cluttered kitchen table.

"Hello?" Dean asked into the receiver.

"Who is this?!" A voice demanded harshly. Even though Dean had no idea who it belonged to, he could imagine a snobbish boy with an upturned nose talking from the other end.

"Dean." He decided not to give away too much information away about himself.

"Where is Castiel?" The voice accused. Dean decided for definite whoever was on the other end was a dick.

"That depends on who's asking." Dean disclosed cryptically. The disembodied voice was silent for a long time, making Dean think that maybe he had hung up before it sighed. Dean could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This is his brother, Michael."

"Cas, phone." Dean said as he entered the living room, standing behind the couch that Cas currently occupied.

"Not now Dean." Cas waved him off, still staring intently at the screen.

"No, Cas. You need to take this." Dean commanded, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. He wanted nothing more right now then to scream at Michael down the phone, rip into him for kicking Castiel out for what he was, Gabriel and Balthazar too. Although he hadn't even met Balthazar yet he had heard fond things from Cas, making up his mind that despite the cons Balthazar was overall an okay guy. But Dean couldn't just shout at Michael. He said he needed to talk to Cas.

"Dean, one minute!" Cas insisted, completely missing the hint of fury in his boyfriend's voice.

"Cas!" Dean raised his voice, taking place in front of the TV and switching it off.

"Dean! I was watching that!" Castiel finally snapped back to the real world.

"Cas, its Michael." Dean held out the phone with a sombre expression.

"What?!" Cas gasped.

"It's Michael and he says he needs to talk to you." Dean sighed, eyes probing Cas for panic, or anger or anything. But Cas wore an indifferent mask, despite his gasp. Dean knew this was Cas' default setting; he wore it whenever he felt emotion he was afraid of revealing. Cas took the phone.

"Michael." Cas said calmly.

"Who was that?!" Michael snapped. Dean opened his mouth to shout, but Cas held up a hand to silence him.

"That, Michael, was my boyfriend. What do you want?" Castiel's exterior remained relaxed although his voice shook with anger.

"I need to speak with you and Gabriel immediately!" Michael ignored as best he could his brother's last sinful words when they reached his ears.

"Why?" Cas would have sounded curious, if not for his fury bubbling just below the surface.

"Anael is dead, Castiel." Michael sounded sad, a surprise for him. Cas remained still, unchanged by the words and his mind raced. How could Anna be dead?! Poor, sweet Anna, with a loving husband and newborn baby (Castiel assumed their child had been born by now, although he was unsure). She couldn't be dead, it was impossible. She was too kind, too pure to be dead. Even when Castiel came out she tried to side with him a little, although she eventually did let Michael kick him out. For her wedding she invited Gabriel and Castiel to attend the ceremony. She had looked so beautiful in her flowing white gown, so happy to see her brothers there. She even gave them hugs, which was very rare as their family wasn't one for physical contact.

Dean didn't hear Michael's last words. Instead all he saw was Cas' face fall briefly, before he put up his walls again. Castiel cleared his throat.

"Dean." His voice sounded hoarse. "Is Gabriel at your apartment with Sam tonight?" Cas needed to double check.

"Yeah, they planned a quiet night in, just like us. What's going on baby?" Dean didn't want to sound like he was pleading, but couldn't keep the begging tone from his words.

"My sister is dead." His voice was matter-of-factly monotone. That's the only way Dean could describe how dead he sounded. "Could you go there now and tell him to come home. I need to speak with him. Don't come back afterwards. Enjoy some time with your brother." Castiel wasn't focusing on how harsh his words sounded; his mind was still racing to catch up with the news of his sister's death.

"Cas, are you sure?" Dean asked quietly, looking at the ground. Cas did the opposite, his eyes scanning the ceiling.

"Yes Dean. Leave." Cas demanded. Dean knew not to argue. He grabbed his keys and hesitating before giving Cas a smile, which wasn't returned. Closing the apartment's front door behind him he let out a sharp breath before pressing for ground level on the elevator control. Hopefully Cas would be alright without him.

"Focus Gabe." Sam told the shorted man playfully.

"No, you're much more interesting." Gabriel growled, nipping at Sam's earlobe.

"This is a classic!" Sam cried, pointing at the screen.

"Snakes On a Plane, Samsquatch, is not a classic." Gabriel pulled back to look at his boyfriend's face.

"Sure it is!" Sam looked straight into Gabriel's golden eyes, taking care to lick his lips slowly after he'd made his statement. He knew how to win arguments with his boyfriend, and seduction was usually the most effective method. Gabriel practically melted at the sight.

"Dammit, Sammit." Muttered Gabriel muttered angrily as he looked away pointedly.

"What's up?" Sam asked quietly, slightly worried he'd somehow pissed off Gabriel.

"You! Licking your freaking lips. It should be banned." Gabriel huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. When he pouted Sam couldn't help but compare Gabriel to an overgrown toddler.

"Aww, I'm sorry Gabe. Please forgive me. I'll do anything!" Sam said in mock horror. Gabriel grinned childishly.

"Anything?" He prompted wickedly.

"Anything." Sam repeated. He was about to push his case further when his words were cut off by Gabriel's mouth on his. Somehow, Gabriel managed to taste like candy 24/7, although with the amount of sugar the man consumed, it wasn't that much of a mystery why. Sam deepened the kiss, lips tingling as Gabriel swiped his tongue over them. Soon they were a tangle of limbs and an orchestra of moans and gasps. Eventually Gabriel leaned back, lying on the coach now. Sam leaned over him, grinning into the kiss when Gabriel grasped at his shirt, attempting to tug in off. Sam broke the kiss for a moment and Gabriel groaned in loss, before realising Sam was removing his large shirt. Soon Sam was over him again, this time bare-chested. Gabriel ran a hand down Sam's chest before wrapping around his waist. He tugged him closer; Sam's forearms now either side of Gabriel's head and the continued kissing passionately.

"Hey, Gabe! Sammy?" Dean entered the apartment suddenly. Neither men on the couch heard him, too caught up in their make-out session to notice.

"Sammy, you he- OH JESUS NO!" Dean walked into the living room to find the pair and pulled up his arms as quickly as humanly possible to shield his eyes. Sam had his hands quickly working to open Gabriel's fly when he heard his brother's anguished yelp and jumped of Gabe, almost tossing the couch backwards as he jumped. Gabriel looked around to see Dean and grinned.

"Oh, hey Dean-o. Wassup?" He asked nonchalantly, as if getting caught making out by his partner's brother was something he did all the time.

"No, not on my couch! Oh God. If you've fucking stained it Sam then I swear on Baby I'll-"

"Dean, no. No stains." Sam looked at his hands, blushing profusely.

"Yeah, we didn't get that far, thanks to a certain dick-wad interrupting us!" Gabriel interjected grumpily.

"Yeah, Dean, why are you here anyway?" Sam saw the opportunity for a change in conversation and quickly took it.

"I'm here for Gabriel." Dean looked sadly around his apartment, pointedly avoiding eye contact with either man.

"Sorry to break it to you Dean-ey boy, but I've kinda got the hots for your bro right now. We'll see when I'm done with him, 'kay?" Gabriel chuckled, obviously confused by Dean's words.

"No... It's Cas. He got a phone call... I-It's Michael." Dean didn't mean to stutter as badly as he did, but he was sure his mixed up words were a side effect of the pooling dread in his stomach. Gabriel gasped.

"Michael?! As in 'my brother' Michael?"

"That's the one." Dean muttered. Gabriel sighed and wandered over to the apartment window, looking out onto the near-empty streets below.

"What in God's holy name does that dick want with Cassie?" He pondered, mostly to himself. Dean gulped audibly before he answered the rhetorical question.

"Gabriel... Anna is dead." Dean revealed quietly. He felt like he was far too involved right now. This should be a family thing, between Cas and Gabriel and the others. Not him and Sam. But here he was; the messenger of mourning.

"What?!" Gabriel inhaled sharply, choking slightly on the surprise rush of air.

"She's dead. Michael called to tell you guys. That's all I know." Dean told him honestly. Gabriel wiped a hand down his face, scratching at his chin slightly as his prematurely old eyes perused the room. He remained like this for a few moments before he came to his senses.

"Anna is dead..." It wasn't a question, Dean knew. Suddenly Gabriel burst into action, grabbing his coat and rushing for the door.

"Gabriel?" Sam worried. He had been on the sidelines during this whole affair, and was sick of not knowing. Gabriel hadn't mentioned his family much but Sam knew that Anna was one of the few family members Gabriel and Castiel could actually stand.

"If Anna's dead, then I've gotta get to Castiel." Gabriel's eyes pleaded for Sam to understand. He did. Gabriel and Castiel were as close as Dean and him. And if anything ever happened to Dean he wouldn't let anything get in his way of helping him. He knew Dean felt the same, it was obvious from how stupidly protective he was. Gabriel and Castiel were like that too, a tightly knit unit, breaking their family's rules and leaning on each other when times got tough.

All that in mind Sam smiled at Gabriel. "Go." He gestured to the apartment door. Gabriel threw him a sad smile before launching himself out of the door, determined to get home and get Cas before anything happened to his baby brother.