A/N: So it has been exactly one year since I first posted this story. I say this every chapter, but I sincerely mean it, thank you so much. I never expected this story to be as successful as it is. I've really enjoyed writing this and am glad that there are so many people who enjoy reading it. Thank you again for all of your support and your patience. Enjoy the chapter and leave a review to let me know what you thought.

Sam rubbed his face with his hands as he stared over the stacks of papers that lay across the table. He hadn't gotten any sleep in a little over a day. Ever since his brother had gone missing, Sam just couldn't sleep and he knew that he wouldn't be able to actually sleep until he found Dean. Sam was completely worried sick about his brother and that was definitely starting to take a toll on him. He could rest after he found Dean. He just needed to find Dean soon.

Sam jumped as he heard a rough knocking on the door. He stumbled out of the chair and to the door of the motel. Opening the door, he came face to face with Bobby.

"Bobby, thank god," Sam said gratefully, breathing a sigh of relief. It wasn't as good as having Dean on that side of the door, but it was the next best thing. If anyone would be able to help track down Dean, it was Bobby.

"Nothing new?" Bobby asked as Sam stepped aside to let Bobby into the small motel room. Bobby could instantly see how much Sam had been going through in the past couple days. Papers lay strewn across the floor and tapped to the wall. The bed looked as though it hadn't been touched in days. Sam's laptop sat open on top of another stack of papers next to a partially full bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Nothing," Sam said exhaustedly. "I've looked everywhere and I've talked to almost everyone in this town. No one's seen him."

"The manager see him leave?"

"No. I talked to the guy but he said he didn't see anything. Just saw Dean coming back with me the night before," Sam said. "I don't even know where to go anymore. He's not in this town."

"We'll find him," Bobby promised.

"Are you hearing me, Bobby? Dean's not in this town anymore. The Impala's still here and we have no idea where he would have gone," Sam snapped. Deep down, Sam knew that he shouldn't snap at Bobby. He was only trying to help.

"Watch your tone, boy," Bobby threatened.

Sam just stared at Bobby, defeated. He wanted to believe Bobby, he really did, but with every bit of time that passed, it became harder and harder to believe that. "Ok, Bobby. You're right. But we've got nothing. No one in town has seen him. The Impala's still here and you know that Dean wouldn't leave without that."

"Well, your brother's got one other way to travel," Bobby said.

"What are you talking about? Dean only drives places, you know that. And besides, how would he have gotten anywhere else without driving. We're in the middle of nowhere."

"He may not do planes, but Cas has got his own way of getting around."

"Great thought, Bobby, but I've tried praying. Cas either isn't answering or can't hear anything."

"You know, there was another time when this happened," Bobby reminded him.

"You think the angels took Cas?" Sam asked. It seemed far fetched. No, it seemed much more than that. Why would the angels take Cas again? They had already done that once before and it failed, why would they think that it would be a good idea to try it again?

"I'm not saying anything for sure. I'm just thinking that we need to use all of our options and frankly, if we can get that angel down here, we'll probably have a better shot of getting to Dean."

"So you think we should do a summoning ritual again?"

"It's all we got right now. And if that gets us that angel, we're one step closer to Dean."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "What do we all need?"

Bobby was just about to throw the match into the bowl as he chanted the final words to the ritual. However, just before he dropped it, Sam and Bobby heard a flutter of wings and immediately turned their attention to the man that just appeared. Sam reached over and grabbed the gun that was sitting on the bed. He knew that it would be effective, but it was all he had right now.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, aiming his gun.

"Relax," the man said, calmly.

"Why should I?" Sam asked, still pointing his gun at the man. He had met this thing before and he definitely was not going to relive that.

"Because I can help your brother."

"Yeah," Sam laughed. "You're going to help my brother."

"Believe it or not, Sam, I can help him."

"How's a trickster supposed to help my brother?"

"Yeah," Bobby said, joining the conversation. "The last time I saw you, you didn't exactly seem like the helping type."

The trickster shrugged. "Clearly you don't know me as well as I know you."

"You're a trickster. What else is there to know?"

Taking a deep breath, the trickster said, "My name is Gabriel."

"Gabriel?" Sam asked, confused. Who was Gabriel? Did tricksters have real names?

"Hmm. I was told that you were supposed to be intelligent. I guess they were wrong," Gabriel said, starting to move around the room. The fact that he had a gun pointed at him didn't seem to phase him.

"How did you get here?" Sam asked, keeping the gun pointed at Gabriel. After all, he still wasn't sure if he could trust him yet.

"Hello? Archangel," Gabriel said, pointing to himself. "They really need to rethink their definition of intelligent."

"Wait a minute," Sam said. "Gabriel? As in the angel who had to tell Mary she was pregnant?"

"The one and only and what a time that was. Seriously, you should have been there," Gabriel joked. He looked at both Sam and Bobby's faces. Neither of them seemed to find the same humor in this as Gabriel had. "Ok. Obviously not the same humor."

"Why are you here?" Sam asked again.

"You need to find your brother. I can help," Gabriel said simply.

"Yeah, and how are you going to help?" Bobby asked, joining the conversation.

"Look," Gabriel said as he stopped pacing. He looked at Sam and Bobby seriously and said, "I know where they are keeping your brother."

"Who has him?" Sam asked.

"My brothers."

"You're saying that other angels have Dean?" Sam asked.

"Not just angels. My brothers, Michael and Raphael. They're both archangels."

That was definitely not what he wanted to hear. If the archangels had taken a powerful angel like Cas, what could they do to a human. Dean was strong, but there was no doubt that two archangels were exponentially more powerful.

"How do you know that the archangels have Dean?" Sam had to be sure.

"Hello? Archangel?"

"Yeah, but then wouldn't you be one of the bad guys?" Sam reasoned. "How do I know that you are going to help us and that this isn't some trap?"

"Fine. Leave your brother, but I can tell you that if you don't trust me and come with me now, your brother is as good as dead. You want to try that summoning ritual? You think that's going to work?"

"It's worked before," Bobby reasoned.

"Yeah, but don't you think that the archangels aren't going to be a little suspicious when the angel they're holding just goes missing? What do you think they're going to do to Dean when they realize that?"

Sam clenched his jaw. He needed to get to Dean, but he wasn't sure if trusting an archangel was his best idea. However, at this moment, it was the only thing he could do. He couldn't risk letting Dean spend anymore time with those dicks. "What do we have to do?"

"Sam," Bobby warned. Gabriel had made some good points, but that didn't mean that Bobby was completely ready to trust an archangel.

"Bobby, archangels have my brother and who knows what they're doing to him. Gabriel may be the best chance we have to actually get to Dean. I don't see another option here."

"You don't trust me, fine. But the longer we stand here arguing about it means the more likely it is that your brother is going to die," Gabriel said, interrupting Sam and Bobby.

"Give me one good reason why I should trust you," Bobby said.

"I'm on your side."

"You're an archangel," Bobby accused.

"Yeah, I am. And you're a human. You're telling me that all humans are good?" Gabriel challenged. "Look, I left heaven. I couldn't take any of the fighting, but Cas is my brother and I'm not going to let him get hurt at the hands of my other brothers. Now, can we get going already?"

"Fine," Bobby said. "Bring Dean here when you get him. I'll get the place ready."

"We will," Sam promised, hoping that he would at least be bringing Dean back alive, but at this point, he had no idea. "Thanks, Bobby."

"Ok," Gabriel said, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. With a flutter of wings, Gabriel and Sam disappeared from the room.

Sam blinked a few times to take in his surroundings. He didn't recognize anything and had no clue where he was. "Gabriel? Where are we?" Sam asked in a hushed tone.

"Heaven."

Dean sat slumped against the cold, stone wall, trying to stay conscious and focused. With every minute that passed, it became more and more difficult to keep focus. He had lost track of exactly how long he had been trapped in this tiny prison, but it felt as though he had been here for weeks. Although Dean couldn't really be sure so it easily could have been much shorter than that. There was no light coming into the room so he had no idea if it was day or night or how much time had really passed since he had woken up here. At this point, though, it didn't matter how much time had passed. Dean just needed to get out of here as soon as he could.

"Cas," Dean called out weakly. "Help!"

Just like always, Dean didn't get any response, but that didn't stop him from waiting for it though. He knew that he had to hold out some hope that Cas would find him and get him out of this prison soon. His brother would be able to help, but Cas knew more. He knew that without a doubt, Cas would be able to find him.

Part of Dean wanted to give up, but the other, stronger part was determined to keep fighting. That was the part of him that needed to get back to Cas. He needed to see Cas again.

Dean knew that he wasn't supposed to go out this way, trapped alone in a cold, stone room. It was true that since Dean met Cas, Dean changed the way he saw the rest of his life playing out. In both scenarios, what he used to imagine and what he imagined now, he never pictured this. He always thought that he was going to go down fighting against some monster or spirit, not trapped and left alone to die.

"Cas!" Dean called out, even weaker than before. The pain was starting to get to him. Dean did his best to push the throbbing pain in his wrist, the pounding in his head, and all of the other aches from his mind, but every time he tried, the pain just came back stronger. "Please, Cas! Help!"

Dean listened intently, hoping that maybe this time Cas would come. Unfortunately, there was nothing but silence. If Dean had had all of his strength, he knew that he would be fighting, pounding on the door, and doing anything he could think of to get out of here. The reality was the Dean didn't have the strength in him anymore and he knew that he was going to have to hold out for as long as possible. He needed to save his strength if he wanted to get out of here alive, which was definitely something he wanted. He wanted to go back to Cas and Sam. Back to where he could relax and not be in constant pain. Back to where he wasn't alone and was with the people he cared about.

Dean needed to get out of here now.

"Cas!"