A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for reading, and the follows and favs. maxfan28535: Wow. Another review. Have I mentioned how much I love you? Patience... All will be revealed. By the way, 'The other two,' might have referred to Balthazar and Gabriel. :)

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Chapter 7

Dean still had not left his brother's side an hour later, when he heard the flutter of wings and looked up to see a trench-coated figure studying the room. He stood up and angrily stalked over, "Where the hell have you been?!"

Cas turned his gaze onto him, "I was... detained."

"Detained? What the hell does that mean? Detained?"

"Some of Raphael's minion's. They were... more numerous than I expected." It was then that Dean noticed his slightly open mouth and the way he was swaying slightly as he stood. He grabbed his friend and lowered him into a chair, "Woah, woah, woah. Just... Just stay there."

"I will be all right, Dean. I expelled more grace than I could afford in my present state to get here, that's all."

"Well, what'd you do that for?"

Cas stared at him, "You were in need of my assistance. And given some of the... comments... thrown my way in your second prayer I assumed it was urgent."

"Damn straight it was urgent! You just waited to show up till it wasn't urgent!" Cas hung his head guiltily. Dean knew he should feel bad for talking to him that way, the angel really couldn't help what had happened, but right now he was much too stressed to bother apologizing. He looked around the room. So this was his team. His brother, tortured to a point that put him well out of commission, and in the wrong body to boot, and one injured angel with somewhat drained batteries.

"Terrific." he muttered.

Bobby walked in to find Sam lying in a hospital bed, and Cas sitting in a chair by the wall looking... not good. Dean looked annoyed and relieved, so nothing unusual there, but Bobby couldn't help wondering exactly what was going on, "Hey, Dean."

The man visibly jerked as he noticed Bobby's presence, "Dammit, Bobby! Warn a guy next time!" Still, he stood up and walked over to give the older hunter a hug. Wow. He really must have been bothered. He almost never did anything like that. Bobby pointedly looked at the injured parties, "So, what's going on?"

Dean glared at Cas, "Well, first off, Featherbrain here decided to take on the entire Ninja Turtle army and got his stupid celestial ass kicked."

"Dean, I told you, it was an accident. There were a great many more angels then I was expecting."

"Shut it. Meanwhile, Rapunzel managed to get kidnapped, presumably by some idiot hunters looking for demon info." Sam rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration at the nickname, but otherwise remained silent.

"Because Hot Wings was busy getting a beat down, I had to find Sam all on my own, which meant it took six hours. Then, I had to waste more time driving him to the hospital. Are we all caught up? Good." He had a defiant, angry look on his face that Bobby knew didn't bode well for reason.

Bobby decided to try anyway, "Well, looks like it all turned out for the best. No one's dead, you found Sam, Dean, and we can start getting some answers. Now how about you get your petticoats out of that massive twist so we can get to work." He wanted to sigh in relief when he saw Dean hesitate, then nod an assent. The young man looked around the room, and Bobby could see the gears in his brain starting to turn, "Cas! Exactly how injured are you?"

"I am afraid it will take me a while to heal. I will not be of much assistance for some days."

"What about teleporting? Think you could beam yourself over to the warehouse where I found Sam and scan it? Maybe our mystery people left something behind."

"I am... too drained at the moment, but I may be able to in a couple of hours."

"Great. Bobby, I don't think Sam is going anywhere for a while. Maybe you and I could get to work putting some symbols under these nice pictures, devils trap over the door, that kind of thing, get this place protected."

"Sounds like a plan."

Cas spoke, "Excuse me, perhaps we should gain some insight into the manner of people responsible for this? It may render my visit to the warehouse more useful, besides generally giving us information."

Dean stared at him, "Maybe you missed the part where I didn't see the bastards."

"You may not have, but Sam has," Cas pointed out. Sam smiled gratefully from the bed. He had been staying well out of the argument.

Dean paused, then turned to his brother, as though suddenly remembering his presence, "Yeah, okay Samantha, what do you remember?"

Sam gave his account of events as best he could, starting with his ill-fated walk in the parking lot, "...and then Greg came running back in yelling something about that someone was coming. They kind of packed up in a hurry after that. Got me off the table, dumped me in a corner and wheeled all their stuff out in, I'm guessing, under a minute. Tamara wanted to kill me, but Greg said I'd probably die from my injuries before anyone found me. Anyway, then Dean showed up, and you know the rest. That's all I know. I think I probably missed some stuff, 'cause, you know, pain, but, I think that's about it. Six more hours of crap I can thank Yellow Eyes for."

Dean stared at him, "Wow."

"Yeah."

"How did they know it was you? I mean..." he gestured toward Sam, who shrugged.

"I don't know. When they were leaving I heard Greg say something about that the 'home office' had found their next job. Maybe if they're working for someone, those people found out for them."

"So, we have a confirmation on dumb hunters with bad research. Cas! You ready to go?"

The angel considered. He would need enouph strength not only to get there, but to scan the area and walk the entire building before transporting back. "Just... Give me a few more minutes. I doubt anyone will disturb the scene before I can arrive." Dean seemed extremely on edge, and he hoped that the hunter would relax and think before doing anything stupid.

Dean felt sick as he helped Bobby draw warding symbols under the paintings on the walls. Sam's words rang in his head. Probably die from his injuries. When he thought about how close he had been to leaving, to moving on to the next abandoned building... nope, he wasn't going to go there. Still, Greg and Tamara were dead. Torturing Sam like that for that long, yeah, no way he was going to let them get away with that. Of course, he was the one that let them get to Sam in the first place. Another thing he didn't need to think about. He applied the marker with rather more force than necessary, taking his anger out on his job rather than his friends.

"You trying to break that marker?"

"Just thinking, Bobby."

The other man came to stand next to Dean, "It's not your fault, you know. You couldn't have stopped it."

Dean wondered if the man had read his mind, "I could have gone to that building first, instead of leaving it to, like, sixth or something."

"Yeah, and your daddy coulda gotten some grief counseling and saved everyone a lot of trouble and heartache. Things are the way they are, boy, nothing you can do about it. Now how about you help me with that devils trap."