Disclaimer: As you should know by now, I own no one and nothing besides the idea behind the story. No original characters, just angels and cannon characters molded to fit my story.

Dean stood with the angel in the middle of Bobby's junkyard far enough from the house that nobody could hear what they were talking about. The angel stood, his body not moving an inch, while Dean paced back and forth in front of him. The only thing that moved was his eyes as he watched Dean. The angel stood with his arms crossed on his chest, his face showing no emotion. He was thinking. He had been outside listening to Dean for a little more than half an hour.

"So, Jeremiel, can you do it?" Dean whispered.

Jeremiel dropped his arms to the side, finally moving after standing still for all that time. "Dean, I don't think it is a good idea," the angel answered.

Dean walked over to Jeremiel and grabbed him by the shoulders. He shook him once. "I'm trying to save your brother." His voice pleading.

Jeremiel lifted his arms and pushed Dean's hands off of him. "You are asking me to walk you into Hell. I raise my brothers from Hell, I don't walk humans into it," Jeremiel said. "First of all, you are still alive. Second, Castiel does not want to be saved until the war is over. And finally…" Jeremiel's voice trailed off.

Dean stared at Jeremiel. He knew that he was keeping something from him. "What? Finally, what?"

"Castiel said…"

Dean waited for him to finish the sentence. He waited for two minutes. "What did he say?" he spat when he couldn't take the silence.

"He doesn't want you to ever go into Hell again," he whispered.

Dean's heart clenched for a moment, but he pushed it away. He was on a mission, and he wanted some of the angels on his side. "Not even for a rescue!" Dean yelled.

"You aren't strong enough," the angel yelled back.

"What are you two yelling about?" Gabriel said, walking into the open area.

Dean flinched for a moment, angry that he didn't notice the other angel in the area. He turned around so he didn't have to face them. "Nothing," he replied.

Gabriel turned to his brother, knowing that he'd get the truth out of him. "Jeremiel."

"I'm so sorry, Dean," the angel apologized. Jeremiel turned to Gabriel, looking him straight in the eye. "He wants me to walk him into Hell."

"Absolutely not. That is out of the question," Gabriel said.

Dean spun around on his heel. "Why?" Dean asked, concerned with the angel's disregard for Castiel. "You cannot go into Hell, why not just let me do this?"

"We will not risk you," the archangel said.

"But you'll risk your own brother."

"That's different."

"How is it different?"

Gabriel glared at Dean, waiting before he gave a response. "I don't have to answer that."

"I think you do. Because I've had enough of you angels dodging every question about him. I'm trying to help."

"We don't need your help."

"I think you do because you're still stuck on square one. You obviously don't know what to do to help Cas. Why are you willing to risk your own brother? What does that even mean?"

"We would never risk him," Gabriel hissed. "This is all on his accord. He knew the risks of trying to save you."

"What?" Dean said, his eyes wide. "What risks?"

Gabriel took a deep breath and turned away. "Nothing," he whispered, hoping that Dean wouldn't press for him to repeat it. "You are staying on this plane, Dean."

"You can't stop me."

"How do you expect to do whatever you were planning without our help? Do you even have a plan once you got into Hell?" Dean gave no response. "I didn't think so. You can't save him, Dean. You are only human. You will die. And this time, we will not be able to save you. You are the mission, not Castiel."

"I don't care."

"I do. I will put you to sleep until this war is over if I have to."

"No, you won't," Dean threatened. "You need me."

"Do not challenge me, Dean Winchester," Gabriel roared. It was the first time that Gabriel had ever been anything but calm.

"Fine," Dean growled. He knew that he had to back down. He didn't want to get Gabriel so angry that he actually did follow through with his threat. "Fine." The three of them stood in the junkyard in silence. Dean looked to Gabriel. "How did you find me?"

"Sam is standing on the other side of these cars."

"Sammy," Dean hissed. Sam stepped out from behind the wall of cars into Dean's view. Dean stared at his brother even while Sam avoided eye contact. "I need to talk to my brother alone."

The two angels looked at each other and vanished. They knew better than to get between the brothers.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam finally looked up to meet his brother's gaze. Dean looked away and started to pace around again. "Something you aren't telling me, Dean?"

He stopped moving. "No."

"Dean," Sam sighed. He knew his brother was going to be difficult.

"Does it matter if I tell you or not? You heard all of it."

"Dean, if you need help, all you have to do is ask."

"I don't need help," Dean mumbled.

"Damnit, Dean!" Sam yelled. "I hate when you're like this."

"Like what, Sam? Tell me."

"This. All of this," Sam yelled waving his arms around like a maniac. "You're scared and you're not making any sense. You're not making rational choices."

"What are you talking about?" Dean sighed.

"You are asking an angel to walk you into Hell. Hell! Do you know how crazy you sound?"

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Cas is down there because of me."

"It isn't your fault," Sam said with unusual calm. He wanted to keep yelling, but he knew that all it would receive for it was a sore throat.

"You don't know that," Dean said.

"And you do?"

Dean paused, and ran a hand up and down his face once. "I need to help him, Sammy," Dean said, desperate. "Even if I can't save him, I need to help him."

"But, Dean. Last time I checked, you're still alive. And you're human. What makes you think that the demons or whatever is down there won't just tear you apart as soon as they see you."

"That's just it, Sam," Dean yelled. He stepped back to calm himself down. This yo-yo of emotions was draining him. "Think about it. I'm human and I was down there. I mean, I know I…we sent a lot of those bastards down there, and I don't regret that. But they still enjoyed getting some kind of revenge on me. Every single one of them."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Castiel is an angel. Just imagine how much fun they would have torturing him. They're so angry and jealous and evil down there. Just think of how much fun they'd have trying to corrupt something that good. Especially if they know what he is."

"Cas won't break," Sam said, reassuringly.

"You don't know what it's like down there, Sam," Dean replied. "What people do to survive." He paused, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I can't sit back and let something like that happen. Especially since he saved me."

"I get that, Dean. I really do."

"Do you, Sam?"

"I do," Sam said, a lot more forceful than he realized. "Castiel did something to get Mammon out of me, so yeah, I understand how you feel knowing that he saved you."

Dean stared at his brother. "Maybe," he replied. He didn't even think about what Sam was going through with getting possessed by another demon then having to deal with whatever Castiel had to do to save him. "I need to do something to help. I can't just sit here, twiddling my thumbs. It's been days, and we've gotten nowhere."

"Dean, if the angels wanted our help, they would've asked for it."

"They won't ask for our help unless it's to serve their own agenda," I hissed.

"That's probably true," Sam agreed.

Sam and Dean stood in the middle of the wall of cars in silence. Dean looked at his younger brother, not blinking. "So, what are we going to do?" Dean asked.

Sam looked away and Dean thought that he was on his own. "We're going to Hell."

Well, here is the next chapter. Sorry that it turned out so short. But I promise that the story will start moving forward. I mean, I do have to save Castiel. But here is the newest chapter. I hope that it turned out all right. Thanks for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock