Oh look, we made it to the double digits! How exciting! Well, thank you guys so much for reading this, it really makes my day when I get a favorite and even more when I get a review! Hope you enjoy!

Sorry it took so long, it was my birthday and I had a big speech and a test at school.

There will be one more chapter after this, maybe two.

Chapter Ten

Dean had a very uncomfortable feeling in his stomach and was squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't really remember what had happened to produce this feeling. A bad hamburger, maybe? It was only when he opened his eyes that he remembered what had happened.

He looked around only to find that he was not in a motel room anymore. In fact he wasn't even in a civilized building (if you called that motel civilized). Turning to his left, he saw Castiel. He was motionless, eyes shut tight. They fluttered open and took in their surroundings. He seemed just as shocked as Dean was.

Sharing a look at concern, they both realized that someone else had been with them just moments before. When they turned their heads, they found that the man was still there, chuckling a little to himself.

"Well, aren't you going to yell at me?" he asked, still laughing.

Both Dean and Cas were silent. They were shocked and confused and didn't quite remember how to speak.

"Wh- wha…what are you talking about? How did we get here? We were in the motel…" spluttered Dean.

The man tilted his head a bit, reminding Dean of Cas. He remembered the first time Cas tilted his head at Dean. That was actually the first time they met. They were in that old abandoned warehouse with Bobby and—Wait…Bobby? Abandoned warehouse? No…They were in the lecture hall after Dean's lesson. Right?

Dean's head was pounding like a bitch. He assumed this was because the man had knocked him out or drugged or something. He hated crazy people.

"You guys are sure taking a long time to get it." he said thoughtfully. He looked to Castiel, "I thought you were smarter than that, little bro!"

"Little bro…?" Castiel said. Last he remembered this man was not his brother. His brothers weren't on speaking terms with him or each other anyway. What sick game was Gabriel playing?

Who on Earth is Gabriel? Cas thought to himself, wondering how that name had popped into his head.

He had a dull aching in his skull, but otherwise he felt physically fine. And then, in an instant, it all hit him.

At the same time, Dean was looking over to have one of his "looks" with Cas. Hopefully he knew what the hell was going on. When he did look over, though, Cas was not in his line of sight. Suddenly worried, his head whipped all around very quickly. He heard his voice and followed the sound with his eyes, only to find Castiel on the ground holding his head.

"NO! It was better there!" he screamed, then looked up at the mysterious ma with rage in his eyes so deep that Dean was surprised the man didn't burn up right then and there.

"Why did you bring us back? Why didn't you let us stay?" he continued, still yelling, a thunderous, booming sound.

"Would someone tell me what the hell are you're talking about?" Dean ordered, interrupting a chorus of Cas-shouting that seemed to be going on endlessly. He was getting quite fed up with this whole Don't-Tell-Dean-Anything trend.

Taking his head out of his hands and looking up at Dean, Castiel's face went from a look of raw fury to deep concern to what seemed like pity all in less than five seconds.

"You'll see soon," he muttered. Hey, at least he was calming down.

Dean was about to ask what Cas had meant by that when his head was hit by a splitting headache like a tree by a lightning bolt.

"SonofaBITCH!" he cried, dropping to his knees and cradling his head in his hands.

"Gabriel, can't you do anything?" asked Castiel, like a musing than frantic with worry.

"I could…" he paused, "Or you could."

Castiel glared at Gabriel and stood up, walking over to Dean. Whispering sorry so quietly that no one would be able to hear, he put his first two fingers on Dean's forehead.

And then the pain was gone. It was like a miracle. In that moment, Dean had been convinced that he was going to die. He was so relieved that he laughed, actually laughed after a thing like that had just happened. Sometimes Dean surprised even himself.

But then he remembered what had happened just before his freaky little episode.

"Cas, what the hell?" he demanded.

Sighing, Cas began to explain. This wouldn't be easy, but Dean would understand soon enough.

"Another reality? Angels? Come on, Cas. Really?" Dean said skeptically. Cas could tell he was not going to believe this without hard proof.

"Cas. He's not going to believe you now, and he's going to remember in probably two minutes anyway. Why not just let him sit there for a while?" Gabriel attempted to whisper. He didn't really understand the part about being quiet.

"Because, big bro," he sneered mockingly, voice dripping with what was, to Gabriel, an unusual amount of sarcasm. For Cas, at least, "I want him to trust me again once he remembers. If I can show him this is your fault and I had nothing to do with it, maybe he will."

"Frickin optimists," Gabriel muttered, traipsing away.

Castiel turned back to Dean, "Dean, at the motel you were saying that it wasn't our lives. You were right. This is. You are a hunter, Dean."

Dean scoffed. He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world, but Dean was not buying what Cas was selling, "Right, and you're a vampire that glitters in the sunlight."

"What? No, Dean. I'm an angel," he deadpanned.

Silently wondering what the hell had happened to Cas's sense of humor, Dean stood up. His headache was gone, at least. Now he had to figure out what was going on around here. And where here was, exactly.

He opened his mouth to demand some answers, when that goddamn headache came back with the force of a mallet hitting his head. He almost cried out, but held back the noise. He didn't want to seem weak in front of Castiel. Or, he supposed, that other guy.

Seeing Dean cringe, Gabriel yelled across the room, "It's happening, Cas. You can't stop it."

His retort was simple and calm, but anyone could sense the resentment burning through it. "You shouldn't have done this, Gabriel. You'll regret this."

Gabriel just stared back at him, expressionless. Dean would have asked what Gabriel had done to deserve Castiel's fury, but he was a little busy pushing his hands against his head, trying to push away the pain.

It was throbbing through his head. He felt something in there, like a reservoir rising and pushing against the dam with all its might. Dean could feel the dam cracking, first a hairline. It grew into a splintering spider web, and finally it burst. Something was rushing at him, right to the very core of his brain. But what was it?

He didn't have to wait long for the answer. Though in retrospect, he wished that he had never asked it at all. Maybe he could have continued that happy little delusion for a bit longer.