A/N: So my laptop broke and I had no way of updating but for now I can borrow my brother's and my show is this week and after that I'll have more time from where my rehearsals used to be. Updating my other fic 'A Life Of Silence' shortly too, either tonight or tomorrow hopefully. The 8x17 trailer has ripped my feels so I needed some crack and a little destiel angst and fluff next chapter I promise.

"I hope you have a pleasant day." Castiel said sincerely as he stood by the door, his eyes darting around as Dean pulled on his jacket, a suspicious look on his face.

"Er, thanks. You're sure there's nothing going on, nothing at all?" Dean queried for the third time and Castiel narrowed his eyes impatiently. Dean threw his arms up in surrender.

"Okay, okay, you just seem a bit... weird. Well, weirder than usual." He added and Castiel's face fell a little, making Dean roll his eyes and walk over to ruffle Cas' hair.

"I'm kidding." He reassured wearily with a slight smile and Castiel's nervous smile returned.

"Oh, of course. Well, have a productive day and I'll join you later." Castiel prompted, rocking on his heels and gesturing for Dean to walk out of the door.

"You really that keen to get rid of me, huh?" Dean joked with a slight undercurrent of something more that Castiel didn't dismiss but decided to distract from.

"Dean,"

"Yeah?"

"When are you going to open the gift your Father gave to you?" Castiel asked gently and Dean's expression turned stern almost instantly.

"Leave it, Cas." And he grabbed his bag and went to leave. Castiel put a hand on Dean's shoulder as he attempted to leave, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry, I hope you're not angry with me." He gulped and Dean ran a hand through his hair and then threw on a day-to-day smile and shook his head.

"Don't be stupid, Cas. See you later, man." And, forgetting his previous curiosity, left briskly, leaving Castiel at an open door with an upsetting feeling in the pit of his stomach. He shook his head clear, he could make things up with Dean later, right now he needed to focus. This was all going to help Dean, after all.

Briefly afterwards he left the apartment and met up with Gabriel in the car park of what appeared to be a large abandoned building firm. Gabriel was leaning against his car, looking more than a little unhappy and Castiel approached sheepishly.

"I hope you understand how many strings I had to pull to pull this shit off, kiddo. I've committed black mail that'd make your skin crawl." He added the last with a little playful smile, but it all only made Castiel's stomach twist more.

"Dean would not be happy if he knew I was doing this." Castiel muttered to himself, doubting his plan already but Gabriel surprised him by speaking.

"Ditto. I was talking to Sam and he was going on about his 'Missing Father Figure' and I mentioned how I had the means and the not-so-legit connections to find him and Sam full on flipped his shit. But, uh, I kinda see where you're coming from, bro. I mean, these guys might not know what they're missing out on and even though I'll never freaking forgive the guy for hurting Sammy, doesn't mean they shouldn't. I dunno, I guess I was just trying to think of what's best and it just seemed weird to be able to reunite family or whatever and then not do it." He scuffed his feet on the ground and then shurgged.

"I'm with you on this one, Cassie." He said and his new found confidence gave Castiel some of his own.

"So you understand what we're going to do?" He asked and Gabriel snapped to attention.

"Aye, aye, sir. No drama, in and out. We go in, grab John before any big and bad's arrive, and then we split and rejoin the big fun family of Winchester, got it." He said with a salute and Castiel merely nodded.

"I'm sure John will be more than willing once we explain that his son's wish to make amends," Castiel explained, sounding more as if he wished to convince himself than Gabriel. Gabriel slapped him on the back.

"Come on, mission control, let's go and get big Daddy. Wow, that's a pimp name if I ever heard one." Gabriel laughed as they walked into the building and Castiel shot him an incredulous look, efficiently quelling his laughter.

"Not the time, right."

Castiel drew in a deep breath as they walked in. The building had a large lobby and two sets of stairs leading upwards. They started up the staircase on the left inside to eventually reach the roof top where Gabriel, somehow, knew John would be waiting. By the time they reached it they were both a little puffed out but Castiel refused to waste a second in catching his breath and went out onto the top of the building. The height and expanse around them was a dizzying contrast. And there he was. The man who had literally sculpted Dean's approach to life, rough and ready. The man who'd left Sam to be raised by a big brother and feel unwanted for his whole life. The Novak brothers, neither, were especially warming to the man.

"Castiel?" John stared and Cas nodded.

"Hello, John."

"What are you- Never mind. You can't be here! You need to get out of here, right now!" John said, marching over to them.

"What, no, you don't understand," Castiel spluttered and Gabriel came to his aid.

"Woah there, pal. We didn't just fancy a field trip, you're coming to see your sons and were not taking no for an answer." He said happily and John's glare reminded Castiel stirkingly of his eldest.

"Now is not the time. I'm about to meet some people, my work, it's... You're in danger. You need to leave before you get your asses killed!" He snarled and was physically lifting Castiel to the door who was shouting in protest as John shouted, the noise growing until there was a loud 'PANG' sound and John collapsed to the floor, Castiel with him dropping to the floor.

Looking up he saw Gabriel, still in attack position with a heavy looking trowel in hand, looking shocked at his own actions, but also ready for a fight. Castiel was utterly at a loss.

"Gabriel?!" He cried.

"What?!" He shouted back. One gesture to the entire scene in front of Castiel prompted Gabriel to respond.

"He was just going to throw us out, like, literally!"

"So you knock him out?!" Cas shrieked and Gabriel's eyes remained wide even as rolled them, still looking panicked.

"I improvised!" He squawked.

"Why do you even have a that?" Castiel shouted, unsure he even cared for an answer.

"What sort of man doesn't carry a trowel?!" Gabriel shouted, sounding irritated, as if Casitel was the one being ridiculous now. Castiel had now climbed to his feet and was pacing, rakig his hands through his hair.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"Relax and help me get him onto this tray thing." Gabriel said, pulling a sturdy plastic tray, big enough for John to fit on, most likely used in scaffolding. Castiel hurried over and helped drag and shove John onto the piece of large plastic.

"Now we can just slide him gently down the stairs, no problemo." Gabriel said with a smirk. Castiel nodded, forcing himself to snap out of his panic momentarily. They dragged John on the plastic to the door and started to ease him down the stairs when they heard noises, clearly from people on the other set of stairs. The 'Big and Bad's had arrived'. If they caught them on the stairs with an unconscious John Winchester who they were suposed to be meeting for some reason, they were well and truly screwed.

The two Novak's froze, ears pricked, unmoving like meerkats as they assessed the situation before both coming to the same conclusion at the exact same moment. Shit. They slung John down the stairs and raced after him downt he flights like mad men. The stairs went down, then turned a corner, and then continued this on each floor so turning John at the bottom of each flight was proving a difficult but necessary task. Gabriel, who had a tendency to laugh when he was nervous or scared was practically wheezing with laughter, his eyes watering, only making it more dangerous.

On the fifth floor they were attempting to move John when they heard heavy footsteps coming downwards, noticably closer, telling them that the men had now moved onto their staircase. They immediately went into overdrive. It was like some dreadful crazed comic sketch as Castiel's eyes went as wide as saucers and Gabriel literally bellowed with laughter.

"To me, to you!" He choked out, laughing harder.

"Gabriel!" Castiel screeched in terrified fury. They heard voices as the men must have heard them. Castiel grabbed Gabriel's arms and forced him to pick up John from the tray. Gabriel knew better than to question his brother's actions as he giggled like a schoolgirl, if anyone was goood in a real crisis, it tended to be Cassie. He placed Gabriel ont he banister of the rail, made Gabriel hold John's arms around his waist whilst Castiel sat behind John and clung to them both.

"Seriously?!" Gabe shrieked and Castiel let out a strangled sound that Gabriel could only describe as, 'this is the stupidest thing we've ever done but I don't want to die so yes, we are going to slide down this bansiter with an unconscious man.'

"FOR GLORY!" Gabriel screamed as he let his feet raise from the floor and they all immediately surged forwards, flying down the rail, constantly falling off. At one point Gabriel fell off and flew straight into the wall, causing his head to bleed, but wasted no time in climbing back onto the rail and flying onwards.

As they neared the bottom, the lobby came into view and they all knew what was coming as Gabriel began to scream and had to remind himself not to let go of John. Castel had never wanted Dean more than this moment as he gave a loud shout and they all soared with the force off of the end of the rail, landing very painfully in a huge heap. John seemed to stir but didn't fully become conscious. Gabriel's head was pounding as he struggled to keep his vision form doubling and Castiel suddenly saw two uncomfortably large men come charging downt he stairs.

"Gabriel!" He shouted as he grabbed a nearby potted plant to defend himself. Gabriel jumped to his feet, adrenaline now pumping he unsheathed his trowel once more and brandished it like a sword.

"On guard!" He cried, lunging forward as the two scarily large gentlemen had the decency of mind to look genuinely confused before splitting up, one taking Castiel, the other, Gabriel. John was still lying out cold by the door. Castiel let go of his inhibitions as he relaised his only tools were the object of surprise and a potted plant and he was going to work them as much as he could. With a warrior cry he leapt forwards, attacking the bald box of a man, taking out his legs and he went crashing to the floor.

Gabriel was engaged in a wild battle of wits in a trowel vs fist fest and was zellously crying with each blow. If he was going to be killed with a trowel in a building firm, he was going to do it in style. He finally managed to get in some sort of head shot and the man staggered backwards, with a second blow he was on his back.

"Gabriel, trowel!" Castiel cried, dropping his plant as Gabe threw his gardening weapon to his brother who shadowed his previous actions and after another minute or so, miraculously, the two large men were on the floor. Castiel stared at the trowel in his hand before looking to his brother.

"I would like to request one of these for my birthday." He said absently and Gabriel laughed shakily in relief as his pulse still jumped.

"Let's roll, Cassie." And they both grabbed a now half conscious but still incoherent John and hauled him outside and to Gabriel's car and Castiel was thankful he'd caught the bus so he didn't have to leave a vehicle out there. They packed John into the back seat and strapped him in, very aware of the fact they'd basically abducted someone. Gabriel sped the car away and when they were at a safe distance burst into laughter.

"That was the most awesome thing ever!" And he held out his fist to Castiel who hesitated before relenting and bumping it gently with his own.

"Novak's, brothers, partners in crime!" Gabriel said in a voice over type tone and Castiel started to feel sick.

"We're felans! We assaulted two men and abducted a third, who also happened to be assaulted, all with a trowel!"

"Cassie, chill. They don't know who we are, they won't find us. We got John. We're not dead. All in all I say it was a success." Gabriel reassured with another breathy laugh, still shell-shocked.

"So, where to? Dean-o?"

"No!" Castiel jumped in instantly and bit his lip.

"I have a feeling he's going to be very unhappy when he discovers what's happened, I think it'd be best if we got Sam on side first." He said afterwards and Gabriel only nodded, unable to slow his heart beat.

As they reached Gabe's apartment where Sam was staying at home in for the day and parked outside, Gabriel was still a little shaken and skittish but Castiel was purely nervous now. Gabriel leapt outt of the car and he and Cas dragged John up the stairs and Sam gawped when he opened the door and saw them. Castiel pushed past him and dumped John onto the sofa in the living room and went back into the hall, where Sam and Gabriel had wasted no time in getting into a blazing row.

However Sam couldn't stay angry at Gabriel for very long at all, seeing he was in a state.

"Are you okay, though?" He asked begrudgingly, not wanting to let Gabe off the hook so easily but unable to help himself in this instance.

"That was just so stupid, Gabe!" He cut in before Gabriel could say anything and was all hands, checking his head, his hands, his eyes, not quite liking the state he found them in.

"How did you get away from those men?" He asked, concern and curiosity painting his tone.

"I fought them with a trowel." He said simply, holding it up with a small smile and Sam huffed a laugh and pulled him into an embrace.

"You'd be the worst superhero ever. No one would want Gardening Man to save them." Sam muttered into Gabe's hair.

"You would." He retorted and Sam laughed again.

"Yeah, I would." And he kissed him quickly before sighing and pulling away, much to Gabe's disappointment as he suddenly felt unstable again.

Meanwhile, Castiel was contemplating how to break it to Dean. He decided the blow would be best served virtually first and pulled out his phone to text him.

I need you. Castiel.

U Ok?

Was the reply.

Yes, I'm alright, we have your Father. He's unconscious but okay. I believe Gabriel has a concussion as there was an incident involving two men. Could you please come over to Gabriel's apartment? Please don't be too angry. Castiel.

Stay there.

Was the only reply. Castiel gulped. He hadn't mentioned the fact that his side was bruising heavily from a couple of hits from the large bald man back at the building firm. The last thing he wanted was to make Dean more concerned than necessary, or more angry, although that might prove difficult. He just prayed Dean wouldn't be too upset. He only wanted to give him back his Father.

A/N: Definite destiel fluff next chapter. Please review it helps me out so much. Thank you to everyone who has already and I saw its nearly 100 reviews which is crazy, wow, thanks so much for all the amazing support it's made writing this so much fun and I love you all. Let me know what you thought, or what you want to see or just anything you want to say in a review, I lvoe to hear from you. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading! Izzie.