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Warnings: References to torture, M/M pairing, possible future mpreg.

Note: I'd like to thank EsScaper and Winchester Mpreg Gospel for reviewing the last chapter, I was feeling a little down about this fic and then your reviews came along and it picked me right up again, I hope you both enjoy this!

Chapter Six - Plan of Action

Letting the tepid water wipe away the grit from his eyes, Dean leaned his head backwards even more as the boiler kicked in and the water notched up to a soothing heat, beating against his Adam's apple and making him moan out slightly at the sensation of the water over his sore muscles. Bringing his head forwards and washing his hair with the bottle of shampoo that always seemed to be there at Bobby's ever since he was just a little kid, Dean frowned slightly as he thought back to what Cas said in the hospital... about Sam being in Gabriel's care.

Dean just couldn't figure this out, he wanted their help, that much was obvious, but with what? And why hold Sam over him like this? Everyone - whether they were Supernatural or even other hunters knew that the brothers weakness was each other, but they also knew that they worked better together, were more affective as a team. That's what didn't make sense to Dean, so surely knowing this and keeping it in mind wouldn't it have been more beneficial for Gabriel to keep him and Sam together?

But Dean knew that if there was anyone who could help him get Sam back, it was Cas, and that was where Gabriel made his big mistake by allowing him to stay here with Dean. Hell, it'd only been a couple days and he'd already had his back, first in the hospital, then earlier when he'd had that fever, and he knew that Cas would have his back while he tried to find Sam too. If Dean were to ever believe in such a chick thing as guardian angels, then he'd believe that Castiel was his, he really, truly would.

Grabbing the bar of soap he had, Dean started running it over his body, the smooth skin of his arms, the muscles of his stomach, all the while planning for the long term future, no matter how bitter that left him feeling. If, and damn him for thinking it, they couldn't get Sam back sooner rather than later and had to play along with Gabriel's game, he would need to plan for every eventuality. That meant hooking up Cas with more fake ID's for a start, maybe another suit or two, and actually teach the angel how to act like a professional... yeah, 'cause that was going to be oh so easy. He still remembered trying to teach Cas about football on the rare occasion he was watching it and the angel had just so happened to drop by, and oh hadn't that been a barrel of laughs! Dean shook his head at the memory and the ridiculousness of it now in the face of current things,

"I do not understand why it is a widely appreciated past-time to watch a group of fully grown men chase around a sphere shaped ball on a pitch" Castiel stated, tilting his head at the screen before continuing, "I do not see the widespread appeal." He finished in an annoyed tone.

"It brings people together Cas, a bit of competition is good for the soul!" Seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere with the angel, Dean then turned the TV off and asked him, "So, what're you here for this time?"

That was a couple of months ago now, back when the apocalypse was still raging, and they still had Sam with them. Things had changed since then, they were through fighting one Archangel, ended up getting a two for one deal when they put the troublemaker back in the cage and now it seemed they'd be working for another Archangel and doing all his dirty work just because he happened to have the upper hand this time. Yep, Dean really didn't like it.

Turning off the shower and grabbing his towel from the side, Dean wrapped it tightly around himself before walking over to the mirror and wiping a hand across the heat misted glass there. Grabbing his tooth brush and tooth paste, he vigorously brushed at his teeth while still being deep in thought about the situation in hand. Spitting out and rinsing his mouth clean Dean was making his way back to his room to get changed when an idea suddenly struck him and he spoke aloud,

"I wonder if Cas already knows how." In a sincerely curious tone of voice. He took another step forward before walking straight into a wall... a wall of warm flesh and clothing, because he'd just walked into Cas. Backing up as quickly and as much as the small hallway would allow Dean gave himself a couple of seconds to recollect himself and check the towel was secure around his waist before facing the person in question and asking,

"What the hell man? Bit of warning next time before you poof right into my path thanks." He said slightly ruffled, clutching the towel at the side of his hip. He knew it was silly to get so worked up about being so undressed in front of the angel, but he couldn't help it for some reason unknown even to him.

Frowning slightly and looking the man up and down in front of him Castiel spoke in that deep manner connected with him whenever he was attempting to assure Dean or speak sense into the man before him, "You're uncomfortable. I'm sorry Dean, I could feel you concentrating on me and when I heard you say my name I was worried and decided to check on you, I will be careful not to "poof into your path" next time" He finished, quoting with his fingers what Dean had said moments earlier.

Dean coughed slightly before muttering, "Yeah you'd better work on that" before grasping Castiel on his shoulder, giving him a small smile to show that the situation was finished and moving to walk past him when,

"But there was something you were thinking of within regards to me? You wonder if I already know how to do something, how to do what Dean?" Castiel asked him, plain curiosity there for all to see in his eyes.

Turning back round towards his friend Dean figured now was as good of a time as any to bring up what he'd been wondering and explained, "Well I don't know how long Sam's going to be out of commission for, and there's no way were flying everywhere, whether it be via angel express or otherwise. So that leaves us getting about in the Impala, which is better than fine. Problem is though, much as I'd love to I can't drive 24/7, and you know speed is of the essence with this line of work so... you see where I'm going with this yet?" He questioned, however Castiel still looked blank, like he hadn't fully grasped the situation yet.

"Look basically I was wondering if you already knew how to drive alright! And if you don't I could always teach you, if you want?" Dean was mumbling now and he knew it, but the idea of him, Dean Winchester, teaching Castiel, Angel of the Lord anything, let alone how to drive was utterly ridiculous to him, so with a light punch to the shoulder he turned back to his room and yelled over his shoulder, "Just let me know if you're interested ok!" Before he shut the door with a resounding bang behind him, in essence blocking the embarrassing conversation from thought.

Castiel just stood there in the hall looking at the recently shut door and a small smile came onto his face. He could sense Dean's unease and embarrassment emanating from him throughout when he was speaking, especially as time moved on without Castiel replying in any type of motion, but inside he was actually very pleased. He himself had wondered when Dean would bring this matter up, and after all, he'd always been interested in cultivating more human experiences the longer he remained on Earth. When he had been falling, driving was a matter he had taken a mild interest in. Yes, it was true. Castiel, the Angel of Thursday, wanted to know how to drive.

-SPN-

Drying his body off and getting changed into some clean clothes - an old pair of jeans that were badly frayed at the knees and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt he kept meaning to throw out but was strangely attached to, Dean quickly ran his fingers through his short hair before deigning himself decent to go join the angel downstairs.

Bounding down the last few steps, Dean was about to ask Cas if he wanted to go eat out since his search of Bobby's kitchen earlier hadn't garnered any results when his mouth slammed shut mid-sentence at the scene before him and its obvious importance.

Cas was stood leaning against Bobby's desk, chanting in a language unfamiliar to Dean, therefore he figured it to most likely be Enochian. That wasn't what had grabbed his attention and held it so tightly though, no, what had held his attention were Castiel's wings. They were out and gleaming. But in that same moment, and if Dean had blinked he would have missed it, they retracted quickly and effortlessly into themselves, tucked away until nothing was there but the blank space of open air once more.

Castiel was stood stock still, head directly above the basin containing a multitude of items, and even from this angle Dean could tell his eyes were closed in deep concentration. The papers that had been stacked so neatly earlier, well, as neatly as it got for Bobby were littering the wooden floor and some were even whipped onto the walls and covering the windows, and even now more continued to fly across the ground and ceiling as Cas' chanting increased to an intense pitch before... nothing.

Still watching Cas, he was shocked at the low, deep growl which he released and that seemed to have emanated out of the man, causing it to almost thrum through Dean's very blood. His eyes traveled over Castiel's body, watching those long, elegant fingers run through his dark shock of hair, messing it up before turning to those plump lips and then... his eyes were met with a vivid blue, and everything that he had been thinking was forgotten in one moment and all he could think was to ask,

"I'm guessing that was some sort of angelic mojo filled ritual, at least, that much was obvious. What you were trying to do it for wasn't though, fancy filling me in while I grab myself a coffee?" Dean asked politely while turning to his right to pad into the kitchen and heading for the coffee pot. He could hear Castiel close behind him as he filled up two mugs.

"I was trying to use an old summoning ritual to bring forth Gabriel's presence, however it was very powerful and therefore also very draining for me, the chances of it working were limited but I felt that we had to tap every resource and plan for every eventuality. If it had worked I had the holy oil 'on speed dial', as you might say." Castiel explained, all the while watching Dean as he prepared the coffee.

Turning around with a mug in hand, Dean pushed it forward and pressed it into Castiel's empty ones before explaining, "I don't know about you but coffee always helps me when I'm drained, so to speak. Figure it's worth a shot for you as well. However if it's like the alcohol you might need to consume a full boatload before feeling any effects." Dean explained, snickering at the memory of the full liquor store Castiel drank down before turning back around to grab his own coffee and moving past Castiel, lightly brushing him as he went and squeezing his shoulder supportively too before sitting down into a chair around the dining table.

Breathing onto his coffee to cool it a little before taking a sip, Dean's eyes studied Castiel as he looked into the mug he had been given, took a sip himself and grimaced. Chuckling to himself Dean offered, "There's some milk or cream in the fridge and sugar in the top left cupboard since you obviously don't like it black." Smirking, Dean continued to watch as Castiel made the right reparations to his drink before he too sat down across from him on the table, placing the mug on top of it before asking Dean in all seriousness,

"You want to ask me about the ritual. I think you gathered by the lack of an appearance that it was unsuccessful. Therefore we need to plan and strategize our next move." Castiel bit out, before placing the mug of coffee to his lips and observing Dean over the rim.

"Short of angel proofing the house and finding out all we can about Gabriel's local haunts I'm coming up short here Cas. I hate to say it but were between a rock and a hard place right now. I think we might have to go along with his plan, at least until we discover what said plan actually is anyway."

"In that case, considering my method of contacting him didn't work, it might be more appropriate for you to try and call on Gabriel next. Sam is your brother, he might be more inclined to listen to your call than mine." Castiel mused, the thoughtful expression Dean was able to see hidden behind the blank look that he had come to know so well and decipher clearly displayed to him.

"Yeah Sam's my brother, and Gabriel's yours, yet he didn't answer you? I doubt he'll appear just because I call him, it would be more than a bit of a douchy call too if he does, but I'll give it a go." Standing up and draining the last of his coffee so that he felt the burn of it as it made the way down his gullet Dean continued, "No time like the present now is there?" Continuing on his journey, walking towards the back door of Bobby's house and out into the scrap yard he's known so well since childhood, all the while he could have sworn he heard something that sounded suspiciously like, "You're a lot harder to ignore Dean, at least you were for me" muttered by the angel behind him. But that couldn't be right now, could it?

-SPN-

Coughing and pushing away thoughts of how stupid he felt about the fact that to anyone passing he appeared to be shouting out to thin air, Dean turned back towards the house to see Castiel immerging from the door and instantly felt a calmness settle over himself and knew he had to give this a shot for Sam if not for anything else,

"Gabriel, you goddamn son of a bitch get your feathery ass down here pronto, you hear me? And if you've done anything to Sammy I swear to God himself that I'll kill you, and there'll be NO coming back from it this time once I'm through with you! Come on and show yourself Gabriel, I've got all day to do this, and I know you can hear me!" Dean yelled, knowing it was a weak threat before turning to the latest scrap heap Bobby had collected and issuing it with a couple of vicious kicks before...

"Cassie my dear, you really ought to keep that oaf under control before he breaks something or just all around breaks." Gabriel let out in a jovial manner, while Dean turned towards where his voice was coming from and... Blinked, blinked again, and still the image before him wasn't disappearing, much to his ire, disappointment and all around confusion.

Gabriel was there for all to see and had indeed responded to Dean's call, but his appearance was not something either Castiel or Dean were expecting. The Archangel was currently lounging on the roof of an old SUV Bobby had collected.

Dean couldn't help himself, he had to ask, "Dude, are you seriously dressed up as... Aladdin?" Turning his head to search out Castiel's eyes, he could only see the angel blinking owlishly at the sight himself, still not sure if he was seeing the truth either and not quite handling the situation any better than Dean himself was.

"Oh Dean! You always did have a knack for stating the obvious!" Gabriel admonished, before biting into a candy bar he'd produced from a pocket Dean hadn't otherwise noticed.

Gabriel was indeed dressed as Aladdin, baggy pants, bared chest with a see through purple wrap on top that hid nothing from the eye and a fez and all, he even had a carpet underneath the SUV he was lying on top of!

"I really don't think I want to ask this, but why on earth are you dressed as Aladdin again?" Dean knew this wasn't the issue at hand but he just had to know, the bizarreness of the situation still not lost on him.

"Well Dean-o, the answer to that is quite simple, I didn't want to be Jasmine now did I?" Gabriel answered looking as innocent as he could manage before turning towards Castiel and holding a hand up to his mouth as if to block Dean out from hearing what he said next even though it was perfectly clear, "As for Sam, I think he makes a beautiful looking Princess, even though he didn't appreciate it when I left him that way." He finished, looking victorious at some memory or another.

Dean was positively frothing at the mouth when he heard this, and his reaction could be seen by the two angels even before Dean himself attempted it, so with a click of his fingers Gabriel paralysed the older Winchester to the spot before talking to him as a parent may address a child, "Sam is fine Dean, I've done nothing to hurt him and in fact I'd even go as far as to say he's enjoying himself a little. Now, why did you summon me here again? As you might have gathered I was otherwise engaged." He finished, running hands up and down himself to demonstrate this fact.

Finding that the upper part of his body was now his own to control, Dean locked away the angry part of himself long enough to bite out, "You're the one with the great plan for me jackass. I want to know what you want, no games, so that the sooner I know the sooner I can get Sam back." Once he finished he shut his mouth, locking his jaw tightly at the attempt to remain civil to this... entity in front of him.

"Well, well, well, look at you trying to get involved with the grown-ups work. Brother it's good to see you've some influence over his manners, that was quite an improvement for him, he was almost civil to me!" Gabriel exclaimed, faked shocked in his tone.

Looking over to Castiel, Dean noticed that he seemed detached from the scene at hand and only hoped he was thinking up a good strategy to use against the Archangel later, meanwhile said Archangel was explaining himself to the pair in front of him,

"I need you and Castiel to take care of a little problem for me that goes by the name of Crowley. Jumped up demon thinks he can take over hell? Fair enough, neither I or Dad has any interest in that world, he can have the pit, I hear its become almost civilized under his influence anyway. No that's not the problem, the problem is the whispers on the street which say he's formed an alliance with someone powerful, someone powerful whose after control of everything, heaven, hell, earth, the lot. And I've no idea who they are." Gabriel hissed the last part out through clenched teeth, as if the words physically pained him to admit them.

"If that is the case then," Castiel started before clearing his throat and more confidently addressing his older brother, "If that is the case, why do you not ask our father for the identity of the other half of this partnership with Crowley and then handle the matter yourself?" He asked patiently, wondering what answer his brother would give him.

Running his fingers through the hair at the back of his head, Gabriel answered in a hushed tone, "I don't actually talk to dad ok? Any information he wants me to have he hands me through Joshua, and I've tried pressing him for Dad's location but the old angel won't divulge a drop."

"So wait, what you're telling me is that you're just as in the dark as us, yet you just expect me and Cas to handle the problem for you, with no worries and probably with no questions asked or answers gained, even though you're the one with more contacts at your disposal and the higher power to get this done?" Dean broke in, angry that the angel before him could dump something of this magnitude on them and also expect them to fix it seemingly without a hitch.

Gabriel was losing his patience with the older Winchester, "Look this may surprise you Ken doll but I've got a lot on my plate right now, and you wanted to know what you could do to get your precious Sammy back well here's the start of it. Find Crowley, get him to reveal who he's working with, or not, as the case may be. Either way, I need you and Castiel to take care of it. You understand don't you little brother, and the consequences of your actions if you do otherwise?" Gabriel asked of the only remaining quiet one of their party, the warning only fully understood between the two angels in the group.

"I understand the pressure you're under, me and Dean will do our best to extract the information you require." Castiel answered tersely.

"Thanks bro, knew I could count on you." Gabriel replied with a small, honest, precious smile on his lips and disappeared before Dean could argue the point anymore.

Once the Archangel was gone for several moments Dean realized that he had control of all of his limbs once more and used said control to turned to his friend and asked exasperatedly,

"Thanks for the support there Cas! How on earth are we meant to get Crowley anyway and what did he mean about these "consequences of your actions" anyway?" He questioned, but seeing that the angel appeared to not be in the sharing mood, he simply decided to just walk past him and back into the house and hope they could come up with some plan, or any type of plan even that could get them out of this new mess that they were in.

-SPN-

Castiel sighed, working with Dean Winchester was never easy, but a Dean Winchester on edge? Now, that ought to yield some interesting results.

The better part of the afternoon for Dean and Castiel was spend discussing their plans for Crowley and what they could do to make him give up his new partner and their plans together. They both knew that anything they thought up and tried on the slippery demon would be a long shot, however as it was Dean hoped that Bobby may have some information when he rang him later. He wasn't sure of the time difference over in England, but what he did know was that if he rang Bobby up in the middle of the night over there he would not be amused. Jet lag's a bitch at the best of times, Dean knew from his albeit very limited experience, and a man of Bobby's age? Grumpy was his usual setting so if he rang him up while he was asleep and suffering the after effects from jet lag? It could only make it worse and would most likely result in him complaining down the phone to Dean for a good while before getting any information on Crowley, that is, if he even had any information on Crowley yet. Dean surmised he couldn't have been in England that long yet either, and he had Rufus to bail out first before even starting on that. So yes, it was safe to say that Dean was delaying that phone call, for the time being at least anyway.

Castiel was sat across the table from Dean in the kitchen still, despite the fact they had both moved since then. Dean began to pace across the bit of space that bridged between the kitchen and Bobby's study so Castiel moved to stand in the doorway, watching him, the righteous man, as he tried to think of a way to fix this situation. Castiel didn't have the heart to tell him that one step with Gabriel would mean nothing, that he could tell by the way his brother appeared so under pressure that this would be the first in a long line of "favours" before they even had a chance to get Sam back. It wasn't that Gabriel was a bad angel, Castiel understood that no, that wasn't it. The reason he was doing this, as far as Castiel could discern was that without the leverage of Sam to hold over Dean, he either didn't think they would help him or that he had no right to ask them to do so in the first place. The way he'd done it, as some sort of game was more agreeable to the former Trickster than just asking for their help outright, and that would probably be his downfall mused Castiel.

Both angel and man were pulled out of their separate reveries by a loud gurgling noise. It took a couple of seconds before they worked out that the place the noise originated from was Dean's stomach. Patting it, Dean smiled easily at his companion and said,

"Seems liked dinnertime, don't you think? And don't give me that crap about angels not needing to eat anything, half of it's for pleasure anyway!" Dean exclaimed, daring the angel to argue the matter with him by quirking his right eyebrow at him.

"You're indeed right about one thing, I do not need sustenance, but just this one time cannot hurt, I suppose." Castiel allowed, looking back to his friend and seeing the relief there that he had simply agreed with him for a change.

"I'll go see what's in." Dean said to the room as a whole before looking throughout the cupboards and grunting. "Nothing's in, hey Cas fancy a little ride with me in the Impala? We need groceries." He finished evenly.

Truth was Dean didn't want to be in the Impala on his own, not without Sam. At least with Castiel there he could pretend, for a little time anyway, that all was fine and that when he arrived back at Bobby's with the groceries he'd have not only his surrogate father, but his baby brother waiting there for him too ready to curse him for taking so long and throwing him a bitchface for buying the wrong brand of lettuce or something respectively.

Dean turned around to say to Castiel that it was fine for him to say no if he wanted, that he didn't have to go just because Dean was going when he felt the brush of two fingertips against his forehead and knew what had happened. Opening his eyes again as he'd closed them upon feeling the slight weight of Castiel's fingers on his skin, Dean was not fully surprised to find himself in the cereal aisle next to a very pleased looking Castiel. Staring at his friend until he noticed a slight shrug of his shoulders, his simple explanation was that of,

"It was more efficient."

"Yeah but Cas..." Dean tried to think of a way to explain to the angel that people don't just suddenly go poof and appear out of nowhere, the dangers of doing that, but all he managed was wide arm gestures before, "Next time, at least zap us into somewhere more private like the Gents or something, you know, somewhere where it won't be overly obvious to other people that we've appeared from thin air! Good thing this isle is empty." Dean finished, looking around himself to try and distract away from the fact of how the other part of his sentence could have been viewed from an outsider. Not that it would be weird for two guys to leave the toilets together or anything, not at all. Placing his head back in the game he noticed that he could hear nothing but quiet. Seemed like almost the entire supermarket was empty. That was good for them, at least. Unless something more sinister was brewing, but Dean was trying to be positive, and with an angel on his side it was easier than usual.

"I'm not an idiot Dean, I checked that nobody was present before bringing us here, I am aware that it would be an unusual display for two men to appear apparently out of nowhere." Castiel explained a little defensively. He may not know the ways of humans perfectly, but he wasn't fully new to the land his father had made. He'd been walking it for two years already, and for a short time before then too, before Dean's birth, or the birth of his parents or even their great-grandparents time in fact.

It didn't take long for Dean to fill a basket with the basic supplies they would need, milk, bread, cheese, cereal, you name it, Dean placed it in the shopping trolley, all the while Cas looked at the items with intrigue filling his features.

"He's not wearing the correct uniform to be Captain of any of the services I've heard of." Castiel said, holding a box of Cap'n Crunch close to his face as he examined the white bearded cartoon on its cover.

Dean chuckled lightly to himself before bypassing him to pick up a box of Lucky Charms, something which never failed to remind him of the childhood he and Sam had had, if you could even call it that that is, "Put them in the trolley if you want to try them Cas, apart from hamburgers there's not a whole lot else that I know for sure you'll eat. Damn I hope your vessel isn't allergic to pie, we've got to get you some of that to try!" Dean replied to his friend good naturedly while a brunette passed him, giving him the once over, or so he thought before he saw her grimace as she walked through the isle, not looking back at him once.

"Did you see that? I mean what the hell man! I've had a lot of attention from the ladies in my time, usually a nice smile, or a wink, but never a grimace! What's wrong with me man?" Dean questioned, before feeling the tell-tale sore spots and knowing that would have to be it. For a moment there he'd almost forgotten about the past couple of days, he'd almost felt normal. That's what shocked Dean more than anything, he thought. That he could feel like that while Sammy was stuck doing god knows what with that dick Archangel.

"Dean," Cas started kindly, "You have a lot of bruises, and it's a shock for anyone to see but they've already faded significantly in the past few days since you received them. There's nothing wrong with you, there never was anything wrong with you before, and there isn't now, just because a woman couldn't see past your wounds doesn't mean that you should feel unjustified dismay over it." He finished, brushing his hand against Dean's arm before drawing back quickly, realizing he'd invaded Dean's personal space once more that day.

Dean felt a warmth swell in his chest at his friends words... and immediately shut it down. Drawing back from him a little he replied good naturedly, "Thanks for that Cas but remember, no chick flick moments ok? I'm going to go grab myself some Hunter's Helper." He finished, making his way towards the isle where the whiskey was before groaning at the choice of music the supermarket was playing, Madonna's 'Like a Virgin', as it was apparently eighties pop night according to the presenter on the channel. Why they couldn't just play some good old Metallica on these channels was beyond Dean, that much was for sure!

Paying for the groceries with a fresh credit card that Dean had only managed to 'acquire' recently, he motioned for Cas to join him with the shopping basket, and made his way to a darkened corner of the car park, hidden from sight at the side of the building and away from the security cameras littering the place, he picked up several bags before nodding slightly in his friends direction to let him know he was ready for the angels form of travel. Placing two fingers to Dean's forehead once more, it was only a matter of moments before they were outside Bobby Singer's modest home once again.

-SPN-

Nothing was right here.

They could both sense it the moment their feet touched the gravel beneath them. The smell was wrong, the air was cloggy. Sulphur lingered on the slight breeze that went past the pair.

Demons had been here, looking for them. On high alert now Dean and Castiel were ready for the oncoming battle they knew would start in moments once they realized that they had returned, for they knew they wouldn't have left because they couldn't have, wouldn't have been physically able to, not without what they wanted. Orders were orders after all.

That was when a familiar growl made its way out the beast behind Dean. Hellhounds, he thought to himself. Yes, now major shit was about to go down. That much they could both be certain about Dean thought before turning to face the invisible monster behind him that had plagued his dreams so often since Hell.

A/N's: I hope you guys liked this chapter, it just wouldn't end when I was writing it that much is for sure! As for the next chapter, its giving me a little bit of trouble... I know where I want to go with it, its just getting there that would seem to be the problem. Therefore I hope you guys really enjoyed this chapter and if you could leave me a review to spur me on it would be extremely appreciated, so in that case, until next time!