So here is my next chapter omfg... it's the 14th already! * damn* anyways i hope you'll like it and this chapter screams for a Sabriel and Destiel thingy to come up~
i hope you guys will like it and again i have to say, "I don't own supernatural otherwise i would have Dean tell Castiel he loves him and Gabriel bang the hell out of Sam (damn sounds like a therapy here~)The characters and the series belongs to Erik Kripke and co."
Pascal and her story belongs to me, thanks to aLoggedInReader,Sara1988 and Words You've Spoken for reviewing~ and for all the followers and favourites thanks so much *-*
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Chapter 14:Our family
Sam and Dean sat in silence, there was no sound in the motel room, nothing indicated that two people had rent that room.
This silence was all but short lived, as Dean slammed his fist against the wooden door, he had lost all his patience -not that there had been much to loose anyways-, he had to say something!
"You know what? She's out there, with nothing! Three months of watching us hunt? That's enough to survive out there?!" he shouted and Sam flinched, he knew Dean was angry and Dean used to shout and hit things or people when he was angry.
But he mostly kept his cool around Sam, he barely shouted or got overly aggressive around him.
"I couldn't have known that..." Sam tried to defend himself pathetically, but he knew very well it was his.
His hazel eyes were fixed on his brother and he couldn't help, but to feel guilty about what had happened.
"All this for some demon whore!" Dean shouted once more and then slumped down on his bed in the motel room, it wasn't the same without the young girl scolding him.
"At least take off your clothes! And how about some dinner? You surely are starving... after that you can go to bed... promise!"
"I didn't mean to... but Ruby had saved my life more then once..." Sam whispered and buried his face in his hands, "Oh well let's say that made you less addicted to the whole Demon blood shit. Really Sammy? Demon blood?" Dean couldn't calm down, he wasn't able to, after knowing his brother had been addicted.
He silently wished, he had not sided with Sam on that, he truly wished he had Pascal let kill Ruby.
But Sam was his brother and he would never be against him, not even if his brother was wrong.
"You know Sam... Dean might not show it... but to him you're the bible"
"We have to look for her Sammy... she just lost a part of her family..." Dean suddenly said into the silence.
"I know..." Sam replied, guilt heavily weighing down on his shoulders, he knew he had hurt his brother once again.
But what left Sam stunned and hurt more than the fact, that he had helped Ruby despite his inner self screaming to run over to Gabriel and Pascal.
Was the fact that the whole demon blood splattered around them had not affected him, he had not craved it, not wanted it, had felt rather disgusted.
"Gabriel gave me bits of his grace" Sam suddenly blurted out and Dean looked at him wide eyed, "He did what?" he asked and his face wore an expression that didn't take any honey mouthing.
It said 'Spill it right now right here and don't you dare hold something back! Not like the demon blood shit'
"I told him i needed help, this demon blood... it was all wrong and i somehow knew deep down... I asked him if it was illegal or if it have side affects. He told me no... he said it was the same way Cas healed us..." Sam explained and rubbed the back of his neck, he hoped and prayed to god -who was currently taking a walk on a park called earth- that Dean wouldn't ask on the how part.
"You got on Angel-Crystal?", "It's not like the demon blood, there is nothing... just... a... chick-flick moment..." Sam muttered the rest and Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Dude... you spend more time with that Katy Perry male look alike and you're starting to have girly PMS fit's"
"You know Katy Perry?" Sam raised an eyebrow and couldn't tell why Dean thought, Gabriel would look like Katy Perry and he definitely didn't spend to much time with the archangel, he hadn't seen him in fact for about three months now.
"Fuck you, bitch" Dean replied and Sam smiled to himself, this was his brother once again and he found himself saying
"Jerk" and smirking, so did his older brother.
-...-
A lost building somewhere next to Concrete Washington, was filled with candle light and Sam Winchester stood in the midst of the candle lit room.
He chanted from a book and kept throwing glances into the room, expecting someone to show up, but yet there was no one to be seen.
He said the last words of the summoning ritual and the candles flickered, as they got wild and the flames got bigger, Ruby stood in the middle of the room.
"Sam... What's wrong? You didn't call... instead you summoned me?" she asked, confusion and suspicion written all over her face.
"I won't be working with you anymore" Sam said and saw the look of betrayal cross Ruby's feature as she got hold of her emotions again.
"You're kidding, right?" she asked and walked closer to him stretching her hand out, but letting it fall to her side again, after she saw the look Sam gave her.
It was a pathetic face, a face of someone who felt sorry.
"No... I lost my brother once, I'm not going to loose him once more" Sam said and his voice sounded determined, he had made up his mind on this and he had thought about all the pain.
He had felt when Dean had been dead, he had been four months without Dean, he wouldn't loose his brother again, not after he had gotten him back.
"Sam! You have no chance in killing Lilith! If you go with Dean you'll die, without grabbing a strand of her false hair!" Ruby shouted and threw her arms up in the air, she was beyond furious.
"It's the Winchester's way I guess, Kill her or die trying" Sam tried to sound nonchalant and shrugged.
"All I did, all we worked on you just wanna throw it away?!" she shouted at him, her voice loud and angry, Sam backed away.
"Dean is all i have left of my family. My mom died due to a demon, my dad died because of one and Dean died once... that are enough demons..." he bit his lip.
He knew he wasn't fair there, he blamed all on her, though it was him to call her, to ask for it, to take it by force.
He had made himself addicted to something that had killed close to all of his family members and he had to break it up, right now.
"You just throw me away?!" she took a step closer, her eyes bore into his and she held him there with her brown, close to black eyes.
"No... I just... it's better for both of us, you could go and live another life, on another continent... far away from this war... This has nothing to do with you Ruby" Sam tried to convince the woman to leave.
"I'm already in keech up to my chin" she spat and Sam could slowly see the demon Pascal and his brother had seen in her.
"I'm sorry... I really am... but it was either you or Dean..." again Sam backed away as he felt the wall behind him, he couldn't move any further.
"It surely is Dean then. Do you really think I'll just let you go like this?!" she shouted and grabbed his collar dragging him down.
Though he was 6'4 tall and close to four maybe five heads taller then her, she had dragged him down at ease, she was nonetheless a demon.
"Ruby... listen..." he tried to calm her down, to easy her grip on his collar, but she wouldn't budge.
"No! You damn brat for once you listen. I put up with your temper, your crying your guilt and girly behaviour! I put up with you drinking my blood and I put up with your son of a bitch brother and his mood swings.
But now to walk out on me, like nothing had happened is the icing on the cake asshole!" she shouted, her nose barely inches away from his face, her eyes a black colour.
"I have no more use for you Samuel Winchester, you should've listened to your brother" a cruel smirk tugged on her lips as she started to choke him.
"Damn right, bitch" Dean's voice sounded from behind her, but that didn't matter in that moment, since her screams tore through the empty building, her body twitching, lightning like sparks in her body indicating the death of the demon in the body.
With one last scream, the comatose girl slumped in Dean's arms, she didn't breath and Dean knew she was dead.
He pulled out the demon killing knife, Ruby once had given to Sam and wiped it at the shirt of Ruby, Sam rolled his eyes.
"Thanks... i really thought I'd die..." he whispered and tried to regain his breath, "Don't thank me, it's Cas who found you... I was searching my butt off!" Dean couldn't help it and let a laugh escape his lips.
"I'm sorry Dean...", "Dude just forget it, no chick-flick moments..." both were okay with that and drove to Bobby's as agreed with the grumpy hunter on the phone.
-1-
"I'm going to die!" Pascal fell on the couch and stretched, her muscles were aching and she couldn't tell what was louder the banging of her head, or the banging of the bass from Gabriel's hi-fi system.
"Could be..." he said snickering, as he put on an apron and started to cook for the two, Pascal had denied his snapped food, since she wanted something 'real' as she claimed, though Gabriel had tried to explain to her, that his food was real.
"Asshat" she mumbled, "Baby" was the reply and she smirked, she felt good with Gabriel by her side, like she could keep something close to family with her, she didn't have to fear that Gabriel would die.
Since he was one of the most powerful beings except for God, death and his older brothers, but no demon, ghost ghoul or other monster, could hurt him.
"Gabe... thanks for helping me, i wouldn't know what to do... without you" she said, felt obliged to tell him how much he had helped her.
"There's nothing to thank me for... I like you kiddo... you're quite okay..." he smirked as he knew, she would growl and glare at him, what she did exactly five seconds after he had thought about it.
"Tell me it's a compliment..." she sighed and walked the short distance from the living room to the kitchen, which was made in the 80's style.
"Sure it is... you're getting better... better then i expected" he tasted the soup with a wooden spoon, he declared for himself it had enough salt and other spices, before he lowered the temperature and let it simmer.
She took out the plates from the cupboard and put them on the table, then she took out two glasses, and the silverware.
They sat in silence while they ate and Pascal seemed bothered, Gabriel gave her time to put it into words, but she seemed to refuse to say anything.
"What's wrong kiddo?" he asked and she took in a deep breath, "I love them... as much as i love Maison..."
Her eyes were fixed on the bowl of soup, but Gabriel could sense she was tense and she took in shaky breaths.
"I know..." he said felt the need to say something, anything just to assure her everything was alright and she could tell him, could trust him.
He would most likely never find out why he had gotten himself so attached to her, or what it was that made him go all Daddy.
But he knew, he would defend her with all of his powers and all of his life, he would do his best to keep her safe.
The same he would do for Samuel Winchester and if he thought about it, he probably would do the same for Dean as well, since the guy wasn't that bad.
"I didn't want to leave them..." he could hear her voice tremble, she was close to cry, but tried her best to hold it back.
"It's okay..." he put a hand over her's, which was tight around her spoon, he slowly worked the spoon out of her hand.
Put it aside and entwined her fingers with her's, he squeezed her hand and smiled assuring her, to keep talking, he wouldn't leave he would listen.
"I... i miss them... I'm sorry Sam hates me... and I'm sorry it happened...all..." she finally broke into tears and couldn't wipe them away, since new ones were coming.
This was the last straw for Gabriel, he pushed his chair back and turned her's into his direction then he bent forward and hugged her tight.
"Shhhh... it's okay kiddo... I know... I understand you" he whispered into her ear softly, hugged her tight and tried his best to give her as much comfort as possible.
She cried more and Gabriel thought it was just uncomfortable to sit/stand there, that's why he snapped them into her bedroom.
Not even to notice the change of scenery meant nothing good, it meant she was even more depressed then Gabriel had thought and he wouldn't just sit around and let her be depressed.
He kept hugging her and whispered comforting words and sentences into her ear and as night came she fell asleep in his arms.
He put her into the bed and put the blanket over her, kept sitting beside her till she stopped crying, he truly felt like a father for now.
And couldn't help the thought of Sam being the mother, he wished that should Sam ever love him, they'd have such a beautiful child.
He wished so badly for it to happen that he had messed it up with one shitty wish.
-2-
"Cas i need your help... come down here" Dean said and looked around for his angelic friend as he nearly bumped into him.
"Hello, Dean... Sam" he said and nodded towards the younger Winchester, "We need to find Pascal..." Dean said and didn't loose any time at the matter at hand.
Castiel's blue eyes fixed the human in his charge and he checked mentally where the young female was, he got an image of a house with an apartment.
The next pictures were Pascal with Gabriel, which meant the girl was in good care.
"She's with Gabriel" he said and thought his work was done, since they had said, they wanted to know where she was, that was the definition of finding right?
To know where someone was.
"We know... we want to talk to her..." Dean tried his hardest to be patient with Castiel, that much the angel could tell, but he didn't know exactly why.
It's not like Castiel had lied or said something wrong, humans were just far to complicated.
"The last time I met her, she didn't want to talk to neither you nor Sam" he said and saw how Dean exploded into anger and yelling.
"You saw her?! And you didn't think we would want to know?!" he shouted and Castiel just looked at him, didn't budge, he was an angel of the Lord, there was nothing except for his father that could probably scare him or make him feel fear.
"Sam's going to stay with Bobby... You'll bring me to her" Dean demanded and the celestial being didn't understand Dean, she wasn't his sibling and she was legal in America, she could go and do whatever she wanted right?
Always asking himself what would be right and what would be wrong, really got onto Castiel's nerves, it was so much easier with his angelic brothers and sisters.
"Dean i don't believe you have the right words... to calm a young female human down, who has just lost the last part of her family" Castiel tried once more to convince Dean, that Pascal was better without them interfering.
She had said so herself, so Castiel believed that she meant what she said, where would be the logic if someone said something, but meant something else?
Wouldn't it just confuse the people around one and lead to misunderstandings? That's why angels just said straight out what they wanted, needed or thought. That's why Castiel could be honest without, what Dean called regret, Sam had explained to him the emotion.
It was to feel bad for having said, or done something that hurt someone or something.
But therefore it was required to know that it was wrong and that you had done it... and since Castiel was an angel, a warrior mind you! He wasn't made to have feelings like that, he wasn't made to have them, because he was made to fight.
And a soldier with feelings like those, was most likely to not survive the fight or war.
"Cas..." a short pause was made and by now Castiel knew, Dean was re-thinking his sentence, "As much as I appreciate your try to handle human emotions, I think you're wrong, dude.. Because to understand a human you have to be one, no offence..." the Winchester said and Castiel looked confused, "That has nothing to do with me trying to handle emotions. It was what she said, she does not want to talk to you" Castiel said and didn't even bother with the rest of the sentence.
"That's a way to say 'Please talk to me', that's how women work!" Dean tried again and Castiel just shrugged.
Castiel walked over to Dean and the older Winchester stopped him with a hand, "No... don't zapp me... We're taking the car" Dean said and Castiel sighed deeply his rather deep voice, made Dean a bit uncomfortable, though he couldn't tell why.
The bright blue eyes fixed on him as Castiel considered his option, to just zapp Dean regardless what he had said, but to hear Dean bicker the whole time or even longer... and to be mad at him, wasn't worth it all.
"She's in Los Angeles, California", "That's a close to two days drive, I'm going to pack my duffel, you're coming with me" Dean said and Castiel nodded.
Bobby came in into the room and asked about any progress, "Cas knows where she is... gonna drive to L.A, Samantha over there is going to stay with you..."
"Bring her back safe and sound idjits" Bobby said in his grumpy tone of voice, but Dean could tell he had been worrying too and he thought of her as part of this family, as well.
The drive to L.A was long and boring as hell, Dean had stopped for short bathroom or snack breaks, whilst Castiel hadn't moved one bit from his sitting position on the passenger seat.
Starring at people, cars, animals, the scenery or anything that would pass them, Dean could tell whatever he stared at, felt uncomfortable.
Castiel had this look that would make you freeze and wait for him to avert his gaze, but he wouldn't, it's like he was looking into ones soul and Dean feared that gaze.
Thank god though, he had to admit that Castiel had stopped to look at him like that, well most of the time...
"You seem tense" the voice of Castiel made him jump and the car made a short leap to the right, but Dean turned it left once again, thanking no one in particular that there hadn't been another car.
"My apologies..." the one in Jimmy Novak's body said and Dean sighed heavily, "It's... i just hope she's okay...", "Why wouldn't she? Gabriel is her guardian... he's taken good care of her"
The Winchester parked the car, across the street from the building Pascal was in, together with Gabriel, a rather fancy looking building.
"She's in there?" he asked and Castiel nodded, "Fourth story, the Name is Smith" Castiel replied and both went into the building, the door of the sixth story high house, was open wide.
Dean rang the bell the sixth time, there was a loud crash in the room and a scream, that was enough for Dean to kick in the door and if we are honest here, Dean wouldn't have needed any reason to kick in the door anyways.
Because of two reasons, first he loved to kick in doors, it made him feel strong and manly and secondly it was kind of action movie like, which Dean liked even more.
"Pas! Pascal! Pas where the heck are you?!" he shouted into the apartment and the young woman's cries came from behind a door.
"Dean?! I'm here Dean! Hurry please... he fainted!" she shouted and Dean followed her crying voice, to find her in a bed room.
With Gabriel on the floor in her lap and a glass table broken, glass shattered and small cuts on Pascal's legs, as she had kneed in the glass.
"What happened? You alright?" he asked and ran over kneed next to her, though avoiding the glass shattered on the floor.
Tears were running down her cheeks and her big black orbs were fixed on Gabriel, her skin pale and her hair a mess.
"It's him! He collapsed! He's going to die, isn't he?" she asked hysterically, sobbing more and gripping the black button up shirt of the ex-trickster who hadn't moved at all.
"What happened to my brother?" Castiel asked as he had appeared next to Gabriel, kneed down as well and put two fingers on Gabriel's forehead.
"Castiel! I don't know... yesterday he was okay" she sobbed and her grip just got tighter, her knuckles turning white.
"He's not complete..." Castiel said and Dean furrowed his eyebrows, Pascal whereas didn't seem to notice anything, she just kept telling Gabriel to not die and leave her alone.
It tore Dean's heart into shreds and Castiel for once in his whole angelic life wished to make her stop to cry and Dean to look so pained.
"What do yo mean?" Dean then asked and Castiel looked up, his fingers still on Gabriel's forehead.
"I can't tell.." Castiel's eyes said and Dean understood immediately, it was so strange how he understood Castiel without any words, like he did with Sam.
It was strange that he trusted Castiel this much, but something deep down in him told him to do so and as a hunter, you believed into your instincts they kept you alive.
"Don't cry... did he tell you something?" Dean asked with a soft tone in his voice, he mostly used for Sammy, "Anything could be of importance" he added.
"I don't know... Is he going to die? Please don't let him die! Not him..." she cried more and bent over Gabriel her forehead on his chest.
"Hey... sh... it's okay... it's all going to be okay.. Cas will heal him... but first we have to get to Bobby's" Dean said and pulled her - whilst she still was kneeing in glass and had Gabriel in her lap- into a hug, stroked her back in smoothing circles.
"Promise me" she sobbed and pressed her face into Dean's shoulder gripping his shirt with one hand, the other still griped the shirt of the archangel, hear tears soaking his shirt.
"I promise... Cas bring him to Bobby... we'll come later..." he told the angel and his friend nodded, zapping him and his brother to the Singer's salvage yard.
Dean lifted up Pascal and took her in his arms, kind of bridal like, though Dean could still clearly remember how he had carried Sammy -when he wasn't growing like the Hulk- exactly the same way.
On those occasions Sam had been ill or injured.
"We're going to my Baby... i brought her here... we'll drive back, so Cas can tend to Gabriel's illness..." Dean explained and she nodded, like a little child she snuggled into the strong arms, that seemed to say 'Protection'.
She never had felt like the princess kind of Child, never the one to threaten kids who were mean to her, with telling her dad.
Never the one to seek a hug or comfort, because she knew by heart back then, that her dad would've seen that as a weakness, she never knew if it was true, her grandparents had taught her that anyways.
But now in the arms of a person she had known for three months and hadn't seen another three months by now, she felt safer then any baby could with his mother.
Drained of all energy she might have had, she slowly started to doze off, bumbled incoherent things, but what made Dean stop dead in his track and gaze at her with wide forest green eyes.
Was the simple and small word "Dad" mixed with some German words and words in a language he had never heard in his life.
He had nearly forgotten that English wasn't her mother tongue, she had always spoken fluently and though she sometimes seemed to word it simple -because she didn't knew the word, or because she feared to say it to complicated, he'd never know- it was always easy to understand her.
"Hey kiddo... well i can't be your dad... would mean I'd have made you when i was nine, but hey ... I'll always take care off you... Like one would do..." he mumbled and added, "Thank god, no one witnessed this cheesy chick-flick moment"
-3-
"You gonna sit there like an idjit?" Bobby's voice tore Sam from his thoughts as he sat there and stared at the wall.
"Bobby, do you have books about angel's grace?" he suddenly asked and looked with his big hazel eyes at the man, he and Dean had learned to love like a father.
"Just one, complicated and more made up myths than truth" he said grumpily and shrugged his shoulders.
"Can I read it?" Sam asked and Bobby sighed, not knowing what good it would bring Sam, but as he knew the kid, he probably wanted to distract himself a bit.
And why not reading something about the douchebags they had to handle, thanks to Dean, though Bobby wouldn't change any of it.
He loved those two boys as if they were his own sons, though he would never tell them, it was a present of god to him, that Dean was back from hell.
"Go ahead kiddo, it's the third from the left on that shelf" he pointed at one of the shelves, which weren't filled with papers or other hunter stuff.
"Thanks, Bobby" the younger Winchester said and walked over to the shelf, picking the book and opening it.
"I'm going to buy some food, you idjits eat me out of house and home" he said and took off his trucker cap, scratching the back of his head, before putting it back on.
"I'm sorry Bobby... kind of got closest to a home, here" Sam said and smiled sheepishly, he knew they were far too often at Bobby's and far too often dependent on him.
But there was close to no one on this world, Sam would trust more then he trusted Dean and that was where Bobby had made an exception.
And before Sam had known it, Pascal had made one too and he had gone and crashed the chance of the kiddo trusting him in return.
He sighed heavily and was brought back to reality once more by Bobby's grumpy hunter voice, "You should check for any over dose of girly hormones in your body, idjit" he had to smile brightly at that one, in this point Dean and Bobby were alike.
No chick-flick moments please and feelings are okay when you have tits and a vagina, but not when you were a twenty-six year old male, especially not as a twenty-six year old male hunter.
"I love you too, Bobby" said and smirked brightly at the oldest hunter he knew and by far the one to never bite the dust, yet be friends with the Winchesters'.
"what did I do to deserve this?" Bobby asked in non in particular, it was to early to believe in god again , to bring back one of his 'sons' was not a reason to start believe in him fully, but it was a nice start.
"Pissed of some gods?" Sam suggested and Bobby had to sigh in defeat, "Couldn't care less in this business..."
Bobby left the house and Sam started to search for the right text, as he had found it, he sat down on the sofa in Bobby's living-room, brushing away a few stray empty papers and putting away some books.
Grace healing
Only one grace healing is heard of in all history.
The healing of Joan of arc, the maid of Orléans.
As demons had been born in hell and couldn't roam the planet freely, they invented a way of entering people who had weak minds, or were most likely to loose themselves.
Using the centennial war between England and France, the demons infiltrated the British army, as soldiers were most likely to loose themselves in deaths and tragic heart shattering and mind breaking moments on the battle field.
Rather easily England seemed to handle the battles against France and the country seemed to loose the war, though no one knew how England managed.
The soldiers seemed to not die, or it rather seemed so to the french soldiers, people they had killed appeared once again on the next battlefield.
Soldiers went insane on that, not understanding, not knowing what to do and that was when a peasant girl was born.
1412 Joan of arc was born into a peasant family and though war seemed to affect most of the peasants the family of the maid was safe and wasn't starving.
God seemed to have had protected this family, but as she got older she started to hear the angels and one day she heard god.
Telling her to join battle, to defeat the demons and bring peace to England and France, fully believing in god, Joan left her family and joined as a boy dressed the army.
On her 17th birthday the army of France won three battles against England, her leading the armies and fighting the demons out of the people, they were possessing.
On one of the battles she got injured and no one could tell what had happened, she had just disappeared before anyone could tell she had been a woman.
As one told an angel had appeared had healed her, told her a demon had infected her injury with his blood, he gave her a part of his grace, to heal her and to keep her safe.
As he had fallen in love with the maid of Orléans, who fought for the believes of his father.
The name of the angel is unknown, yet it was said he died the day she was captured by Burgundians, sold to England and condemned to death.
She was said to be possessed by demons and that she had stained the name of god and everything holy.
The angel unable to interfere as no demons, but humans had threatened her life and god his father had forbidden him to act.
Since a part of his grace was in her body, he died with her, as she was burned at the stake, yet the angel had not wanted it any other way.
He wanted to rather die with her then to live for ever, without her.
It is also said that should an angel ever spall a part of his grace, he was doomed to have contact to the human, who possessed the splinter of grace.
At least once every 30 sunrise or this angel would go weaker and weaker, till his last breath was taken, though...
And there pages had been ripped out, leaving Sam hanging there, the book in his hand, the eyes wide and his thoughts racing.
If this had happened with him and Gabriel and if there was more truth on this lore then myth, he had killed Gabriel, by taking part of his grace.
But yet, there was no confirmation right? And Gabriel would've never done something that stupid! He had been clever enough to avoid whole heaven and hell and deceived both.
Made everyone on this planet think he was the trickster, even the pagan-gods who knew their pal more centuries then one could count.
He would never go and do something that could threaten his life, not something this huge and unbelievable.
Sam was more then sure of this fact, Gabriel was some bastard and he had played with him at this wishing well thing, but he was more then intelligent enough to not do something this stupid.
Winchesters didn't live long, it was like this family name had a curse coming with it, who ever had this name would die sooner or later, mostly sooner.
And everyone getting themselves involved with them, died sooner or later as well and again mostly sooner then later.
So the archangel knew best, not to commit himself to Sam or anyone close to him and his brother.
It was when Sam decided that he had thought about angels and all that stuff enough, that he turned around to nearly bump into Castiel.
Who just had appeared with Gabriel still unconscious in his arm, not breathing and paler then Sam had had him in his memories.
"Whoa! Cas! What happened?" he asked and couldn't help to feel his heart hammer fast and hard against his ribcage.
As Castiel lay down his brother on the coach and answered the younger Winchester, "We don't know, we found him like this in the apartment he was sharing with Pascal. As Dean kicked in the door and he went in, i couldn't feel my brother so i followed him.
There Pascal and my brother were, she was crying and talking about him and Dean took care of her and told me to bring my brother here..." Castiel summarized for the Winchester and tried to use as many easy vocabulary as Dean had taught him.
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