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Gabriel sat across from Castiel, who just took petrified. He looked frightened. It tore at Gabriel more than he wanted to admit. He hadn't seen his brother in months and this wasn't how he envisioned meeting him once again. Together they sat in the small dark prison that Castiel had previously been in. The sigils preventing them from escaping even though Gabriel was still collarless, though Gabriel knew that was probably only a temporary thing.
"Castiel, its fine we will get out of here." Gabriel's intent was to be reassuring, but he knew he fell flat when Castiel's face twisted in anger.
"Do you really think that is what I am worried about at this moment? Getting out?" He yelled taking Gabriel by completely surprise. He had never seen Castiel so passionate about anything other than his family. The angel had always seemed to be stoic and expressionless. Gabriel was mostly just excepting Castiel to pretty much give in and admit that this was just the way things go, but now he was showing emotion and it was just strange to Gabriel. When had this started to happen? Had this Dean Winchester broken through Castiel tough façade?
"Yes, that's what I believe." Gabriel shrugged and Castiel bristled.
"Dean is in trouble and I don't know what the hell I need to do. I do know that everyone was spouting all this crap about my destiny. How am I suppose to do what I am destine to do, when I don't know what it is I am doing?" Castiel spat and Gabriel sighed.
Gabriel had never wanted to be the one to explain Castiel destine to him. The whole thing was complicated and convoluted, but now he no choice.
"Castiel, your fulfilling your destiny right now as we speak."
Castiel eyes widened in confusion, he didn't understand what Gabriel was talking about.
"What I am doing right now that is a part of my destiny?" Castiel demanded in a loud voice and Gabriel just sighed again. He was feeling very put upon.
"Yes, originally things were going to go a little differently, but nothing can be spot on especially when it was predicted so long before you were even born. Errors were bound to happen." Gabriel muttered as Castiel's eyes flashed with anger.
"So I have to condemn Dean to death because something has changed. Something that I couldn't have control even if I wanted too?" Castiel seethed as his fist began to clench.
"Yes, exactly."
"Then fuck destiny. I am going to save Dean, I have too." Castiel said sternly as Gabriel raised his eyebrows in skepticism.
"Why?" Gabriel asked being completely serious.
"Because I love him. I have never met someone who has made me feel this way. I love him and I have to save him whether it goes against destiny or not. I am not going to let Alastair hurt Dean." Castiel screeched as he struggled to stand up. He swayed a little, but he stayed up on his feet as he walked to the prison door. "I'm going to get out of here."
"How Castiel? How do you plan on getting out? We have no plan. I am sorry, but Dean is probably a lost cause." Gabriel said as he attempted to calm Castiel down, but with no avail.
"I don't know yet. But I will come up with a plan. I won't let anything happen to Dean. I can't. I just can't." He shook his head and his voice dropping in octaves as it began to shake.
Suddenly the door flew open and Castiel couldn't believe his eyes as he stared the man stood in the center of the door way.
"Looks like you need some help." The man said in a gruff voice as Gabriel cocked his eyebrow impressed slightly impressed at the man's entrance.
"Gabriel, is this part of my destiny too?"
"I don't know, but let's go with it." Gabriel said in a hurry as he stood up and hurried out of the cell and after Castiel, who was now many, steps in front of him. "By the way it's nice to meet you. I am Gabriel and you are?"
"John Winchester."
Present (Continued)
Destiny: n, 1: something to which a person or thing is destined: FORTUNE 2: a predetermined course of events often to be a resistless power or agency
Dean felt the cold metal manacles press into his skin as struggled to move even just an inch of his body. He was naked and saw Alastair standing over him sharpening his knife. Alastair noticed his movements and sneered. He had been looking forward to this moment for a very long time.
"I wouldn't struggle too much if I were you Dean. I mean it will just make you bleed out faster, and where is the fun in that." Alastair paused as he watched the horror spreading across his face. "You know something Deany- boy I have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. I have dissected so many angels and they are all the same inside, but you, you are going to be different I can just feel it." Alastair finished with a haunting chuckle as Dean's eye widened in shock.
"I am not surprised you didn't know. It's one of the many things that your father decided to with hold from you. Now though, let's get this started." Alastair continued with a wide smile as he lowered his knife down upon Dean's neck. Dean tensed as the blade brushed against his skin. He must have looked as scared as he felt because Alastair just smiled at him as if he was trying to reassure him. All it did though was creep Dean out.
"You're a liar." Dean suddenly spat as he began to struggle against his bonds harder, but he abruptly stopped when he felt Alastair's blade pierce through his skin. He pressed his eye lids slammed shut as he tried to block out the pain. He felt the pain intensify as Alastair made the cut longer heading down towards his torso. He bit his lip to stifle his scream. He didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction.
"You won't scream for me Dean? Well now that's disappointing. Wait I know of a way to make you scream. After I gut you, I am going to gut your brother, then after your brother. I'll gut your angel as well. I promise to take as much care possible dissecting them unlike what I am going to do with you. "Alastair finished with a loud chuckle as Dean went ridged. Alastair had struck a nerve and he knew it. He was going to toy with Dean because he could and Dean wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Suddenly Dean felt hot tears well up and cling to his eye lashes in his broken attempt to push them away.
"Please don't hurt him." Dean muttered as he felt one of his hot tears crawl down his cheek.
"Hurt who honey?" Alastair muttered in a sing-song voice as he hummed a pleasant tune jerking the knife up from just below Dean's neck line. Dean screamed out in agony as he felt his own blood trickle down his neck and on to the table where Dean lay captive.
"Castiel." Dean managed to rasp out in between the bouts of pain he felt.
"Awe, well ain't that cute. You are completely head over heels with the angel. Well good for you. We need more interracial couples. Though I am sad to say you won't get a chance to consummate, but maybe I could break the little angel for you. You know I was about to before you showed up and ruined it. Shame on you, Dean." Alastair drawled waving his knife around, making Dean flinch at the sight.
"Step away from him." Castiel's ruff voice sounded making both Dean and Alastair turn to look at the angel and his small army of friends who stood behind him.
Sam, Kara, Gabriel and even more to Dean's surprise his father.
"Dad?" He muttered and John Winchester gave him a hard smile. This was a smile Dean hadn't seen his father give to anyone other than his mother and that had been many years ago. It was a smile he had though John had long since lost along with his mother.
"I said move away from him, demon." Castiel snapped as he took another step forward towards the man with the white irises.
"Oh my you must think your pretty clever figuring that one out, or was it John who gave my secret away. I knew I just couldn't trust that man." He sighed shaking his head from side to side. Then he gave the group a wide smile as he was about to plunged the blade towards Dean's abdomen.
Dean slammed his eyes shut as he attempted to brace himself for the pain he knew would be imminent after Alastair's knife punctured his flesh, but the pain never came. He opened his eyes and saw Castiel's body draped over his own. Dean watched helplessly as Castiel's blood began to quickly stain his skin as it protruded from wound.
"Cass." No response. "Cass." Still no response "Castiel you son of a bitch wake up!" Dean screamed as he squirmed in the manacles. He had to free himself and help Castiel.
"Cass, please wake up!" Dean was pleading now as he struggled even harder against his bonds. Dean was so focused on his angel that he didn't notice Sam take out Alastair in a flash of hell fire, with Sam's special demon hunting knife. Sam walked backwards from the body panting heavily as the knife he was holding clattered to the floor.
The man's body crumpled to the ground leaving only the demon's damaged outer shell behind. Gabriel came up beside them and gently pulled Castiel off of Dean, cradling him gently against his side. This made Dean thrash harder as Kara carefully tried to unhook his bonds and stepped away from him.
As soon as they were opened and he was free, he shot up not even worrying about the gash on his neck which was bleeding more profusely now that he was vertical. He rushed over to Gabriel, who was cradling Castiel in his arms. Gabriel looked over at Dean who had panic buried deep within his eyes as he stared down at Castiel's emotionless body.
"Cass, you have to wake up. You have too. I don't know what I am suppose to do without you now." Dean muttered his voice beginning to quake as he came closer and closer to tears. "Please don't leave me. I, not after I found you. Please…Please don't leave." Dean's voice finally broke and sobs emanated from his chest as wrapped his arms around his angel and wept.
Kara's had tears streaking down her cheeks as Sam quickly wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. John came up beside Sam and put a hand upon his shoulder and together the group watched the scene play out in front of them. The whole group waited for a sign that would probably never come.
