****Several Hours Earlier****

Castiel's POV

"Alright, so what do we have here?" Gabe asked, sticking a cherry tootsie pop into his mouth.
"John Winchester." Charlie said, taking a clipboard from the front desk and following myself, Gabe, and the nosy Balthazar around to the holding cells.

"He decided to give Cas a nasty bloody nose." Balthazar asked, well, half-asked, half-sneered.
"Oh shut up, you should be writing that report on the burglaries downtown." Gabriel snapped back to his younger brother. This was his way of saying 'I'm sorry' to me.
Balthazar contemplated making another remark, thought better of it, and left with a sneer on his lips.
"I can stick up for myself, thanks." I said, taking the drowsy, confused Winchester and removing his cuffs as he sat him in a cell.
The graying older man let out a string of insults, that I couldn't even being to decipher.
"So, what happened?" Gabe asked with a raised brow, the stick of his lollipop comically jutting out from the side of his mouth. While the candy itself created a bulge in his cheek.

"Well um," Charlie was already starting the report, penning in badge numbers and dates. My palms grew sweaty as I realized what I'd done to her.

"G-gabe.." I let out the small sound, clenching my clammy fists and watching every minuscule movement he made. A small flick of his thumb against his collar, the tiny adjustment he made to his belt. He plucked the lollipop from his mouth with a wet 'pop' and his head tilted to the side.
"What's up?" He asked.

Charlie was looking up now, her eyes wide and regretful. She knew what I'd done was annoying and wrong, but had she really expected me to tell anyone about it? What if I'd gotten really hurt? Or what if he'd gotten away?
I dismissed the latter on account of the drunk man's inability to walk correctly let alone run.
"I…um…I have to talk to you."
"Okay…" Gabe said, shaking his head and opening his mouth ever so slightly. As if the statement was an obvious one.
"Privately." I added and his face turned to stone, and he threw the tootsie pop into the closest trash can.

I followed him into Captain Michael's office. Michael looked up from his desk where he was sorting through case files.
"You owe me twenty bucks." Gabriel sassed, grinning a mile wide. I stared at him in disbelief. He was betting on me? Betting on what?!

"No way." Michael said, stepping from his desk and crossing toward me.
""No way" what?! What are you two going on about?"
"I bet him you were boning the Winchester kid."

My face grew bright red, and I felt the sudden urge to both puke and punch Gabriel simultaneously.
"W-what?! What are you even talking about? How in the hell do you even get that?" I stammered out.
"Oh come on little brother, you're so transparent." Michael cooed, taking a seat in one of the couches provided for visitors.
"No! that doesn't even make any sense. How on earth did you even know…?" I took a seat beside him, feeling the breath punched from my lungs. I felt terrible, and I felt played. there was no use fighting the accusations, since they were, indeed true. Had they known since, since what? When I found them?
"Just…would you two please for the love of God tell me how the fuck you knew I had them." And then I realized his initial accusation. They never said I had them, they simply said.. "Hold on, you piece of shit I'm not having sex with him!"

"Really? That's a shame. You thought about it though." Gabe chimed, taking his seat in the chair cross from us. "You thought about it though."

"I did no- UGH. I hate you. Both of you." I threw my head in my hands. They were terrible. I hated them. But god dammit was I really that transparent?

"Look, it was all in the police report you sent in." Michael said, motioning for Gabe to retrieve it from its place on his desk.
"What about it?" I snapped.

"It's not you Cassie-face." Gabe spoke, flipping through the pages. I'd written the report when I'd woken up (Next to Dean) and emailed it in. Otherwise they'd be worried about me.

"It's written all wrong." Michael said, finding a particular spot he liked and pointing to the words, already highlighted in translucent yellow ink.
It was at the top of the page where I addressed what I was doing that night. In that case, searching a motel for the Winchesters.
"Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester." Gabe said aloud as if it were amusing to him.

"What about it, you may ask?" Michael teased.

Gabe got up, and sat next to me instead, whispering to me, "We told you his name was Samuel."

My heart dropped. How could I be so naïve.

"You also broke all your contractions, which tells me you were being extra careful."
And I looked at the pages of my own writing, watching as Michael flipped through. Spots of yellow ink marking each broken contraction.
"You assumed I was having sex with him." I snapped. "How in the hell did you figure that?"

"Well we might have had a patrolman follow you…"
"Follow me? I sent that in at 5 AM, how in the hell did you already know?"

"Oh no, well we had a black and white trail you from the motel. We figured you'd find them there, he was supposed to be for backup but you ended up not needing that, huh?"

"What in the hell is wrong with you?!" I groaned audibly, slouching back into the couch. They were my older brother's, and I loved them, but fuck if they weren't always a big back of dicks.
"Well just be glad that motel has no security camera." Gabe snapped. "Otherwise you'd be in deep shit, you know that?"

"Yeah I know. So why are you two treating it like some game?"
"Look, Castiel," Michael said, "we think what you're doing is right. John Winchester is obviously an abusive father…" His eyes flickered to Gabriel, who was looking away now.

"We know…you're trying to help him…because you can relate."

I didn't know what to say. It was true. That was exactly what I was doing.

"But we can relate too." Gabe said, his voice low, and steady.

"So we think it's in everyone's best interest, if you keep doing what you're doing…"

His eyes held me in place, then. The dull memories he held inside, what he remembered from when we were younger.

"Yessir." I smiled weakly, and he nodded in response.

"But you still owe me twenty." Gabe broke in, a smile on his face, but darkness in his eyes.

"I owe you nothing! He said they never had sex."

"Oh come on." Gabe rolled his eyes, and unwrapped a Jolly Rancher.
The prodding into my personal life was cut abruptly short when Charlie came rushing in.

"We have a situation!" She gasped, blood on her hands and fright in her eyes.

Shit.

Gabriel and Michael rushed through the door before I got the chance.
I followed as quickly as I could into the lobby, where Charlie was headed.

I knew it was too late to ask what was going on.

The second my foot rounded the corner, my eyes falling on the scene before me, everything felt like it was slow motion. Some part of me believed it, and the other half thought it was just some crazy nightmare.

In the middle of the lobby stood two teenagers, blood wasn't exactly 'everywhere', but there was enough to make me nervous.

But as the boy looked up, that made me really, really, really nervous.

"Sam?" I breathed, the words not reaching anyone around me, but he saw my mouth make the word. His name.

My mind went whizzing through all the possible scenarios;

Who's blood was that if neither one of them was bleeding?

But the most alarming thing was, where was Dean if Sam was here?