So, here is the next chapter as promised. Once again, thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot! Um as an answer to some questions about hunting and Bobby, I am thinking of doing a short sequel with Cas finding out and joining in with a few hunts, although it will not be this long, I don't have time! Please let me know if you are interested, and if so do I make it destiel or not, as I am having two endings and don't know which to continue with… VOTES!

Chapter 7

Funeral For A Friend - Roses for the Dead

It's not your fault,

You feel okay.

It's too late in the day.

It's not your fault,

You feel betrayed.

You can't come out to play.

So raise your hands up high,

And let this rain pour on.

So raise your hands up high,

And wash us away.

Forgive him our father,

Your son is smiling,

So lay roses around you.

It was two days after Cas had been discharged from hospital and it was safe to say that he wasn't doing overly well. Obsessively showering was no longer an option with pretty much Cas' whole stomach being covered in bandages, resulting in him sitting staring blankly at the television for hours on end to the extent where he didn't even realise what was playing.

"Are you watching porn?" It was 1 in the evening and the Winchesters were sitting at a table eating lunch and playing poker, there was nothing else to do in the crappy motel room. Well, they were until they started hearing gasps of pleasure coming from the television.

"Uh…"

"Why?"

"It was there.."

"Cas, I thought what with your religiousness and all that that you're not meant to watch that stuff? Bad for the soul and all that…"

"My soul has already been destroyed Dean, I hardly think that watching porn can condemn me any more than murder already has."

"Cas, it wasn't murder, it was self defence."

"Don't try and make me feel better, I have sinned and I shall repent, then when I die I will go to hell for the evil I have committed. It really is simple, Dean."

"Cas, real life isn't that black and white. There is good and evil in all of us, if heaven is only for winners then I sure won't know anybody there, and neither will the vast majority of people."

"Hmm, I wasn't watching it anyway; it was just on in the background. I was thinking." Cas' voice trailed off at the end of his sentence as he picked up the remote and switched off the television, putting an end to the moaning and gasps being amplified through the speakers.

"Castiel, if you need to talk we're both here to help. And, I'm sure that you are not going to hell. Isn't God all about forgiveness and all that?" Sam, who had overheard most of the conversation from the kitchenette table and sank onto the sofa next to Cas. If Dean couldn't cheer Castiel up then he probably wouldn't be able to either, but it was worth a try.

"Some things don't deserve to be forgiven."

"Everyone deserves a second chance."

"I don't."

"Yes you do, more than most people. Anyway, you can't just spend another day moping around here, you'll get flabby." Dean's attempt of sarcasm was met with a disdainful glare but Dean just gave the Cas a shrug and laid down his cards.

"You're coming out with us whether you want to or not, so if I were you I'd give up without a fight." Sam groaned at his brother's bluntness, he was about as subtle as a gun, well less subtle than a gun. Besides, mentioning fights in front of Cas hardly seemed like the best course of action. Sam's haunch was backed up when Cas seemed to retreat into his shell a bit, standing up and making his way to the bathroom door before thinking better of it and sinking onto his bed.

The Winchesters however, are renowned for not giving up, they had spent weeks on hunts, been beaten up, witnessed friend after friend die, had their family die before their eyes and still they never gave up. Therefore, they both took a seat on either side of Castiel and waited until he met their eyes.

"Right, we're going out and that's an order" Dean decided that taking a leaf out of his late father's book might be the way to go, he had never disobeyed and hoped that Cas would have the same loyal mentality. "So, what do you want to do, what are your plans?"

"I thought I'd just sit here quietly."

"You do realise you can do whatever you want now, your brother isn't here to control you anymore. You can go out, y'know. I mean dude, c'mon, anything. Booze, women…booze and women. Whatever takes your fancy." Dean seemed to realise that he had gone too far when Cas stood up, made his way over to the front door and slammed it in his face, something had snapped. Why doesn't he understand, some tart isn't going to make me feel better. I am evil and nothing I do can change that, or soften the blow.

"Shit!" By the time that Sam and Dean had reached the end of the corridor Castiel was already out of sight, it was almost as if he had flown down the corridor, or just zapped himself into nothing with some weird mojo or voodoo crap. Dean groaned internally before turning back to his brother with a guilt-ridden expression.

"Do you think we should go after him?" Sam could see that his brother was worried and felt bad about what he had said, but at least Cas had finally left the motel room.

"Nah, we should let him cool off."

Dean began to mentally have a go at himself, stupid Dean, stupid, stupid. Now you really upset him, he could be anywhere.

"My thoughts exactly. C'mon man, I could really do with a beer right now and there's no point looking for him. He could have gone anywhere and I'm sure he'll be back soon anyway."

"Yeah."

However, Castiel was not back 'soon. ' In fact, he turned up twelve hours later, at 1 in the morning and he was not in a good state when he arrived. Sam had been the one to get the door when he heard two loud knocks, Dean had just fallen into a restless, but deep sleep and Sam didn't want to have to wake him if he didn't have to.

When he flung the door open the smell of alcohol hit his nostrils and Sam, who was no stranger to whiskey took a couple of steps backwards, allowing for Cas to stumble in the door.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I found a lick-liqua-liquor store." Cas' words were slurred and mid-sentence his voice hitched as he toppled sideways into a wall.

"And?" Sam quickly wrapped a supporting arm under Cas' in an attempt to keep him upright, using the one that hadn't been shot. However, despite putting his best arm foreword, Cas' legs buckled before he had a firm grip sending them both plummeting to the floor. Sam stood up again and looked concernedly down at Cas, who had made no attempt to get back up. He then extended a hand to the boy but gave up when it was batted away feebly.

"And I d-drank it." Cas stated, looking up at Sam from the floor as if it was the most obvious thing ever, as if everyone just drained the contents of an entire liquor store, but Sam didn't have the heart to question him.

"How much man?"

"Looooooooooads. It was quite fun rea…" Cas was interrupted by a loud hiccup, which then turned into a bout of giggles, and then coughs. Wow, he's drunk. That will lead to the hangover from hell tomorrow!

Cas was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, gripping hard onto Sam's leg with a shaking hand.

"S-sit with me. It campy, comety, uh…comftayyy down here!" Sam highly doubted that the motel floor was the slightest bit comfy but complied, settling down next to Cas who had slumped to the side, no longer able to sit up straight.

Sam was really worried about the reaction that Cas' pain meds would have with the alcohol, but he was still conscious which Sam took as a good thing.

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam."

"Yes Cas?"

"I like you. You're n-nice, and you're tall. You're like a tree, I like trees. They're tree-ey. And big, no HUUUUGE, and woody. Haha, wood, you're like a pencil…" Cas' voice trailed off, leaving Sam uncertain about whether he should laugh or not. He decided against laughing in favour of doing something productive, like getting Cas into bed, which would be easier said than done.

"Right, bed for you."

"No thanksss you, I don't see you in that wahayy." Sam couldn't help but laugh at Cas' now serious tone but quickly regained a grip on himself. This was not funny.

"Not together Cas, you need some sleep."

"I dnnn want toooo!"

"Tough, bed, NOW."

"Nope, you're bossy. I wanna t-tch-talk to you."

"What about?" Sam admitted defeat, there was no way he was getting Cas willingly into bed.

"I dunno. I'm hungry, I want a burger…burgers are nice, n-not as nice as you and Dean. I like Dean too, but hesh not like a tree, he's like a… Like a cat. I really wanna burger. I love red meat! Why red? It's brown not red." Castiel began to laugh again and Sam really didn't know what to do. Normally when Dean was drunk he'd simply pass out or end up round some girl's house and he wouldn't have to deal with this.

"A cat?"

"Yep." Cas seemed very proud of his analogy but Sam for one didn't understand it. Dean, the hardened hunter didn't strike him as being fluffy and cute.

"Yep. He's cuddly and nice, and he had green eyes."

"Ok then…um, so food, if I get something for you to eat do you think you'll be able to keep it down?" Cas never answered, he had fallen fast asleep in a sitting position, his head flopping towards the floor, body completely hunched over.

"Great. C'mon then." Sam carefully lifted Cas over his good shoulder and supported him, walking slowly to the bed, grateful that the boy was so light. He managed to get Cas under the covers without waking the boy or knocking his side, deciding that it would be best if Castiel just slept this off.

Sam then went to the kitchenette and got a glass of water and placed it and a couple of aspirin on Cas' bedside table before fetching the bin and placing it on the floor next to Cas' bed. He would definitely need it. Then, Sam decided that he should get some sleep while he could, it wouldn't be long before he was woken up by a vomiting Cas and that would be slightly more pleasant to deal with if he wasn't completely sleep deprived.

All too soon Sam's prediction came true, and both he and Dean were awoken by the sound of retching coming from Cas' bed, they had finally managed to book a family room with a double and a single bed so Cas could sleep on his own while Sam and Dean shared. It wasn't as if they hadn't before and this didn't seem like a good time to be picky about sleeping arrangements.

"Ngggh?" Sam translated Dean's slur as, 'when the hell did he come back, why didn't you wake me and what the fuck is wrong with him?'

"He came back absolutely rat-assed at around 1, and you were asleep so I dealt with it."

"Shoulda woken me up bitch." Dean had now switched on the bedside lamp, making Cas groan loudly, and louder still when he sank down on the bed next to the boy.

"Cas, y'need anything. Water?" Cas gave a shaky nod before another roll of nausea hit him, causing him to become reacquainted with what felt like Vodka, flaming vodka, or a flaming sambuca. Whatever it was, it burnt even more coming up than it did going down, that was for sure.

"H-hurts."

"Where hurts Cas, talk to me man?"

"M'side n throat." Cas was barely able to get any words out, his throat felt raw and his head was swimming, the room was reduced to blurred shapes and smears of colour that wouldn't look out of place on the canvas of an abstract artist.

"Ok, hold still and let me take a look." Sam carefully pulled up Cas' T-shirt and checked the bandages, which were thankfully still clean and blood free.

"Don't worry, you haven't ruined the stitches, you probably just jarred them a bit. Try and breathe for me." Sam carefully rubbed Cas' stomach as he heaved again, whilst Dean held Cas' forehead to keep him steady and upright. Despite the vomiting he clearly still had a lot of alcohol in his system.

"Damn you're shit-faced. Do you think you can make it to the toilet?" Cas gave a small nod again and staggered to his feet, the Winchesters placing one of his arms over each of their shoulders to support him as he swayed. When they finally reached the bathroom all of the colour left in Cas' cheeks had drained and he was barely able to hold the cup of water that Sam passed him, slopping most of it down his front.

"I'm wet. Why am I wet? Dean? I don't want to be wet! Where am I?" A now disorientated Cas was staring around wildly, trying to make sense of the too-bright-light and the objects swaying in his line of vision.

"Cas you're in the loo, just chill. You're wet because you spilt water down yourself."

"Oh…" Cas heaved up the few sips of water that he had been able to swallow and rested his head miserably on the toilet seat, god his head hurt!

"Cas, just let it all out. You will feel better." Cas didn't quite understand how puking would make him feel better, it hurt, but he did as Dean told him until there was nothing left in his stomach.

"Ow." Cas looked up at Dean, his eyes glossy with unshed tears as he was helped to his feet.

"Back to bed I think."

"Ok Dean." Cas could still barely hold himself upright, but he managed to collapse into bed, nevertheless. The last thing he saw was Dean and Sam's concerned faces. All four of them considering the fact that he was now seeing double.

When Cas finally woke up the next morning he could still taste alcohol, so was glad to find a cup of water on his bedside and a couple of painkillers, which he swallowed down gratefully. Then he made a mental note, never ever, ever drink alcohol again. It does not agree with you! He sat up blearily and pressed the palm of his hands to his eyes, attempting to relieve the pressure causing his horrific headache.

"Hey Cas, you up?" Cas could now make out the sounds of the radio playing Heat of the Moment and groaned, looking over at Dean and silently begging for him to turn down the noise that was making his ears ring.

"Bet your head hurts this morning, did you take the pills." Sam spoke quietly and sat next to Cas on the bed, being careful not to jolt him about too much.

"Yeah, thanks. Um, what happened last night?"

"You were just, a bit, um, drunk." Cas' face fell, had he really been so bad that Sam wouldn't tell him what had happened?

"What did I do?"

"You we're just sick, that's all." Sam decided to spare Cas the gory details, what he doesn't know can't help him.

"Oh. Thanks for looking after me."

"Here to help." Dean gave a cheesy grin that would be worthy of any poster before grabbing three mugs of coffee, handing them out and taking a sip from his own mug.

"Do you feel like doing anything today Cas?" He didn't want to push things like last night, but being stuck in this motel room was driving him crazy and he knew that Sammy felt the same way.

"There was something…"

"What?"

"Iwanttogobackandseemybrotehr'sgrave." Cas spoke so quietly that Dean didn't hear his words fully, and even if he had heard they were hardly legible considering how fast Cas had spoken.

"What?"

"I…can I see, my brother's grave." Dean and Sam exchanged looks, visiting graveyards usually ended with one of them being knocked unconscious by a headstone, but Bobby had taken care of things and informed them that the body had been salt and burned, so Lucifer would be no trouble. The last thing Castiel needed was a highly revengeful ghost haunting his ass.

"Sure thing. If you think it will help you." Sam knew that Dean didn't agree with the whole visiting graves and laying down flowers thing, but he also knew that Dean would do pretty much anything to help a friend in need. Dean did huff slightly, but soon agreed and in less than an hour Sam was sprawled out in the back of the Impala whilst Dean and Cas were up front. He didn't usually like sitting in the back but thought that Cas would probably benefit from some human contact rather than being settled in the back to silently watch the world go by.

When Metallica's 'The Unforgiven III' started playing, Dean was surprised when Cas began to sing along softly.

"Set sail to sea but pulled off course, by the light of golden treasure. Was he the one causing pain, with his careless dreaming? Been afraid, always afraid, of the things he's feeling. How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go? Searched the seas of gold, how come it's got so cold"

"You like Metallica?"

"Um, yeah I guess so, Lucifer used to listen to it before, before everything. " Cas' voice hitched but he seemed to be keeping control, at least he wasn't crying.

"Oh, I can turn it off if you like."

"No, leave it. It's fine, I like this track." Cas and Dean spent the rest of the journey singing along to their favourite Metallica songs and after twenty minutes of torture Sam began singing the choruses. If you can't beat them join them!

However, this cheerful atmosphere quickly dissipated when Cas saw a sign advertising the cemetery, reminding him of why he was here. Dean turned off the car radio and drove past the sign, pulling in a lay-by and parking up.

"Do you want to get some flowers or something?" Sam had often visited his mother's grave when Dean was out getting smashed, there was something reassuring about the gesture and he always bought some flowers. He didn't know why, but somehow the gesture seemed important. He didn't even know what his mother's favourite flowers had been, but usually went for a bunch of lilies. They were so beautiful and although Dean would laugh and scoff, they reminded Sam of how he guessed his mother would be, if he could remember her.

"I don't have any money." Cas' voice was hard, as if he was straining to keep it all in, well he was.

"Now ya do." Dean pulled his wallet out and handed Cas a twenty dollar bill, having no idea how much flowers cost. In his mind it was a complete waste of money that could have been spent on booze, but he knew that some people valued the whole flower crap, including Sammy. Dean knew that his brother would visit their mother's grave at least once every six months but never had the heart to bring it up. He found himself wishing that he to could find solace in visiting her grave, but to him churchyards always seemed morbid and full of sad memories, memories that he would rather not remember, yet alone relate to his mother.

"Thank you, Dean."

Dean could tell this meant a lot to Castiel, so smiled and helped him choose out a beautiful bouquet of pure white roses. In Cas' mind they represented the purity and peace that he hoped his brother had found in heaven, as despite everything he had to believe that his brother was in a better place. Dean on the other hand hoped that Lucifer was in hell, trapped in a cage or a box room like Cas was. There would be some sort of ironic justice in that.

Sam and Dean held back when Cas went over to the headstone that an elderly caretaker pointed him to. In Dean's opinion it looked as if he would be joining in the party downstairs sometime soon as well, and wondered why he wasn't getting as far away from the graveyard as possible. Both Winchesters watched as Cas crossed his chest before sitting down cross-legged. They could see Cas' lips mobbing but couldn't make out what he was saying and Sam held Dean back when he tried to take a few steps closer. This was a private moment and Sam didn't want his brother to interrupt. This was all part of the grieving process and it would be best if Castiel was left to go through it at his own pace.

"I'm so sorry Lucifer. So, so sorry. I love you so much, I wish…I wish you were still here. I'm sorry for k-killing you. I didn't mean to, well, I guess I kind of did but you have to understand, I was scared. I know that's no excuse, but please give me a sign that you forgive me or something?"

If Bobby hadn't organized for the bones to be burnt then this would probably be the moment that Lucifer's ghost appeared and threw Cas around the graveyard, but they had, and nothing happened.

"Please brother, I would do anything to change what I did. I'm sorry." Cas' voice faded into mumbled whispers, and was eventually drowned out by a clap of thunder in the distance. Storm clouds had been rolling in the whole time Cas sat at his brother's side, although he didn't seem to have noticed, not even moving when rain began to pour. Soon he was drenched, his trench coat soaked through, followed by the layers of clothes beneath until Cas was trembling with cold.

Dean hunched his shoulders against the cold but didn't move, it was the least he could do. However, when his phone rang he knew he had to take the call. He quickly hurried back to the Impala, perching on her hood whilst Sam quickly informed Cas where they were. He showed no sign of hearing, but it didn't look as if he would be moving any time soon anyway. Suppressed sobs were causing Cas to shake even harder but Sam knew that this was an important phone call. They had been waiting for a while now and he didn't want to miss the conversation.

When Sam was a few feet away he could hear Dean's voice, which was louder than normal in an attempt to drown out the thundering crashes of rain.

"…yeah, I told the receptionist to let you in the room when you arrived. We should be back soon, we're just at the graveyard…He's doing ok I guess, I mean, distraught obviously but he hasn't topped himself or anything and seems to be making some progress. He is trusting me and Sammy more now which is good…yes, much better too, his side has been stitched up and is healing well…Sam's shoulder is fine…don't worry about it, it was worth it, we had to do something…see you later, I'm sure Cas will be glad to see you to." Dean hung up and gave Sam a quick thumbs up.

"They landed this morning, the flight was a bit late, Gatwick airport was experiencing some difficulties or something. By the sounds of things Gabriel really hates flying! I am not the only sane person left on this planet."

"When will they be at the motel?"

"They've just pulled in; I told them to make themselves comfy."

"Yeah, I got that bit. I hope this goes down well, I mean Cas hasn't seen Balthazar for seven years or Gabriel for five. I feel sorry for the blokes, the idea of being of in England and not knowing what was happening to your brother at home, it must have been awful to find out."

"Well, it was hardly an apple pie moment when we called them the other day to tell them, was it? Hi, I'm a random stranger, just to let you know your brother Lucifer was abusing your youngest brother for years. Yeah, Castiel. No, he's fine, just covered in bruises, is recovering from a dislocated shoulder and has been stabbed but apart from that he's doing great. Oh yeah, did I mention the physiological trauma and the fact that he is a bit of an emotional wreck, well a lot of an emotional wreck? No, oh well, he is. You might just want to hop onto a plane and try to offer him some condolences. Talking of which, Lucifer is dead, Cas killed him. Anyway, have a nice night, see ya soon."

Sam couldn't help but give a small laugh at Dean's sarcastic tone; it had not been a comfortable conversation to overhear. While Cas was out of it at hospital Sam had done some research into his family tree on the internet, the things you can find on there! A few hours later he had found out the information he needed, Castiel had two older brothers who had moved to England.

After contacting Bobby they had been armed with the older brother's phone numbers and having checked that the guys were not complete dicks, Dean had asked them to come over and visit Cas. It had been him who had delivered the blow and he could safely say that he never wanted to do anything like that again.

Both brothers trudged back to the graveyard and froze when they saw that Castiel was no longer sitting at Lucifer's grave.

"Shit, where'd he go?"

"No idea." Sam began to do a sweep of the surrounding area, but Dean soon realised where Cas was. There was an old chapel a five minute walk away, he would be prepared to bed his Baby that Cas was there, well, probably.

"Sam, over here." Sam hurried to catch up with his brother when he saw where Dean was heading, and sure enough when they entered the church, there was Cas sitting in the front pew with his head bowed.

"Cas?" Dean walked over and sat next to Cas, wrapping a comforting arm around him and allowing him to bury his face in Dean's leather jacket. Sam soon followed, perching on Castiel's other side and rubbing between his shoulders as Cas sat perfectly still. He wasn't crying any more, seemingly he had run out of tears, but he looked exhausted and was still quivering with cold.

Half an hour later Dean broke the eerie silence. Something about churches gave him the creeps, maybe the idea that someone might be watching and judging him, and based on his track record that would probably not end well.

"Cas you're frozen. We should get going."

"Ok, I'm ready now." Cas followed the Winchesters out of the church, somehow feeling at peace with himself. He didn't know why but he felt as if his conscious had been cleared, a clean slate. Maybe if he lived his new life well God would forgive him for his sins.

The journey back to the motel was uneventful, apart from Sam and Dean arguing over the pros and cons of installing a cable into the Impala's dashboard so Sam's Ipod could be plugged in. Dean ended the argument by stating that even if it worked, which it wouldn't because Sam would never get the chance to mess with Baby, they wouldn't use it anyway because Sam had rubbish music on his Ipod. Dean really couldn't understand it, who the hell listens to Jason Manns anyway?

Cas couldn't help but agree with Dean on this one, give him some AC/DC any day but he stayed out of the argument, it sounded as if it had been ongoing for years and he wasn't about to take sides.

When they finally pulled into the motel Castiel noted that Sam and Dean had shut up, and both looked slightly nervous.

"What's going on?" Dean answered by opening the motel room door, revealing Balthazar and Gabriel, who were sitting perched on Cas' bed, legs bobbing with nerves.

"Cas!" Both brothers jumped to their feet, Balthazar smiling at his younger brother with a mix of emotions on his face ranging from grief to love.

"I'm so sorry Cas, if we knew, if only we'd have known. We'd have gotten you out of there, I promise." Castiel was frozen in place, his body didn't seem to want to move, as if it didn't really belong to him but he was some sort of host without full control.

"Hey Cas." Gabriel was the first to walk over to his younger brother, pausing a few feet away with his arms open wide, waiting for Cas to walk into his embrace.

"No tricks, I don't have an electric shock machine, I swear." The ghost of a smile flickered across Cas' face, some things never changed. Gabe had always been the joker of the family, constantly getting himself and others in trouble. It was harmless though, Gabriel's pranks were mainly harmless. Mainly.

Cas hesitated before crossing the distance between them, allowing Gabriel to pull him close. Strong arms wrapped around Cas' skinny chest and he felt himself relax into the grip. God, I missed this. He felt safe with Gabriel's arms wrapped around him, as if he had been enveloped by the wings of an angel. Because that's what Gabriel was to Cas, the angel on his shoulder who had offered love and guidance in whatever way he had, before he had moved away to start a career abroad.

"I know. It wasn't your fault."

"I should have been there for you." Cas felt a few tears drop onto his shoulder and forced himself to get a grip for his brother's sake.

"You are here for me now, that's all that matters."

"I love you so much Cas, we both do." Castiel nodded and slowly pulled out of Gabriel's grip, moving over to Balthazar who was still hovering by Cas' bed to allow his older brother some privacy to wipe his eyes.

Castiel was the one to initiate this hug, which Balthazar returned gratefully, glad that Cas had forgiven him, even if he could not forgive himself for what he had let happen. He was the eldest brother, he was meant to protect his brothers and stop things like this from happening. He had failed.

"Nothing like this will ever happen to you again Cas, you did the right thing. I would have done the same if I got my hands of Lucifer. I just can't believe he did that to you. I don't want to believe it, but I have to." Cas nodded and pulled away, uncomfortable and suddenly aware that he was still soaked through and that his bandages would need changing now.

"I just need to sort myself out a bit, I'll be right back." Cas was uncomfortable with all the concerned looks he was receiving so grabbed the first aid kit and headed to the bathroom.

"Do you need any help?" Sam could see that Cas might need a pep-talk, but was interrupted by Gabriel.

"I'll do it." Cas nodded quietly and allowed Gabriel to bandage his side, the gasp of shock and emotional pain that Gabe let out was worse than the physical pain. He began to remove the old bandages and wrapped new ones around Cas' too skinny waist, wondering when he had gotten so skinny.

"Oh Cas, I'm so sorry." Whatever Gabriel had been expecting, it wasn't that. Cas was covered in bruising and the jagged cut and stitches marring his brother's side made him feel sick, although not sick enough to prevent him from grinning when he heard a loud farting noise from next door.

"GABRIEL!" Balthazar's voice echoed out and down the entire motel corridor. Cas and Gabriel took one look at each other and burst out into laughter.

"You know what I was saying about no tricks…" Cas snorted at this and when he left the bathroom with Gabriel the sight before him made him laugh all the harder. A red-faced Balthazar was wildly brandishing a pink whoopee cushion in a threatening manner at Gabriel, who mockingly put his hands up in surrender.

"Chill man, I won't do it again. Why don't you go for a jog and let out some steam…steam. Get it?"

Sam and Dean, who had been trying to suppress their own laughter, let it all out, reminded of their own prank wars.

At least the atmosphere was less tense now.

Last chapter will take a while to write because I need to write two endings and I want to upload them at the same time so people don't have to wait, I will try for Friday but don't be mad if it is Saturday! So, please let me know about the sequel. Any requests for events to include, I have ideas about Bobby and Cas being a badass when finding out about hunting, but I want to make you guys happy, so suggestions are appreciated?!

And the main question…Destiel or not? I don't know which ending to follow but you guys need to choose as I don't have time to do two verstions (sadly).

Let me know in a review or something, and let me know what you thought of this chapter, I got a tad carried away (11 pages!) but kinda like it xxx Thanks!