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Prucanisthewaytogo: love you toooo. Cliffhangers are a bitch aren't they? But I do it because I want you to come back for the next chapter. It's all in the psychology.
He'd planned his next lesson for his students. Something he was sure they'd love. The unicorn Gabriel had gotten him helped. This was not happening. Just a few days ago he'd been quietly sitting alone in the grass under a tree; his only worry was the breeze and whether his class would like his next lesson. Three, magically enhanced Ashwinders, bigger, faster, poisonous, snakes made of fire. It wasn't normal magic though, it was brilliantly done. An expert, meaning only one person could be behind this. He saw the first one coil around Sam but in the hour it had taken the three snakes to find them, Sam had recovered slightly. He was thrashing about within the tight coils of the snake. The other two had gone after Dean. Coiling and biting. Dean was down. Castiel had managed to use a water curse on the one on Sam, destroying it but he was still too weak to be of much help. Castiel tried the same water curse on Dean, destroying the two snakes effectively; however Dean was still worse for wear from the attack. Tattered clothes concealing nothing, he was already showing the signs of the poison. It was traveling faster because of the mass number of bites. Castiel rushed over to Dean's side, letting his hand fall gently on Dean's left shoulder. He snapped it back; the fever was already scorching his skin. The skin Castiel's naturally cool hand had touched was starting to pucker. Castiel set to work casting spells and trying to rid Dean's body of the venom. After a few stressful minutes of working tirelessly on his boyfriend, Castiel sat back, nothing more to do. He waited for Dean to show any signs, worsening or improving. He looked over at Sam's limp body as it began to stir, something Castiel wished Dean's would do.
"Fuck." Sam moaned holding his head as he sat up. "Dean!" He gasped as he lurched towards his brother. Castiel stopped him before he could make contact.
"I've done all I can. We can't do anything until he does." Castiel said forcibly helping Sam sit in the grass.
"His move. Ball's in your court jerk." Sam said laughing bitterly.
"Bitch." Dean choked out. The other two sighed in relief and moved closer. "Damn snakes." Dean said as he began trying to sit up. His shaky limbs would not support him so Castiel slipped behind him to hold him up.
"How'd the other two make out?" Sam asked. Castiel felt a small smile tug his lips; it was, after all, the way of the Winchesters to always think of others.
"Good question." Dean said smiling sheepishly.
"I suppose if you can walk Sam, we can go find out." Castiel asked. Sam nodded and managed to stand, leaning on his uninjured leg heavily.
"I'll manage." Sam smiled. Castiel nodded and scooped up Dean much to the Winchester's equal surprise. Dean tried to argue, using the same words Castiel had the other night. Castiel used the same words Dean had in the identical argument. They smiled at each other before they began the long trip to the exit. Castiel knew the way out so he led and soon enough they were stepping into the warm fire light of the waiting crowd. Everyone cheered when they saw the trio. Gabriel was first to reach them, throwing his arms around...you guessed it, Sam! The night went by quickly. Sam and Dean were rushed to the hospital wing to join the other two who'd been attacked by the snakes. Castiel, after prying Gabriel away from Sam, apprehended the culprit behind the snakes. Lucifer, having had a long standing vendetta against...well everything, had used his affinity for fire, and his slytherin lineage to concoct a plan. When Lucifer was locked away in the bowels of Azkaban Castiel and Gabriel went to the hospital wing to visit the Winchesters.
"I thought Lucifer was a brother...?" Dean asked. He and Sam were sitting in their thin white hospital beds on top of starched white sheets. Their snake bites had all been bandaged, Castiel had done most of the medical requirements before so they just needed time to recover.
"Yes." Castiel replied before being cut off by Gabriel who felt a story was needed.
"He and Michael were never really part of the family. First pancakes ya know?" Gabriel said smiling. First pancakes, test run, trial kid, the throw away, the first kid. "They were always fighting, arguing, taking sides, at each other's throats. Dad sent them away before they could fuck-er...mess up- the rest of the kids. After Lucy stabbed me, daddy dear disowned them. They don't know who the rest of their brothers are. He'd never met Cassie, didn't even know they were brothers." Gabriel explained.
"He stabbed you?" Sam asked with big worried brown puppy eyes.
"That was a loooong time ago Sammy boy." Gabriel said smiling and patting Sam on the head.
"That explains why you two didn't seem so brotherly." Dean said nodding. Castiel nodded and slipped his hand into Dean's.
"It was better he didn't know about me." Castiel said as he cuddled closer to Dean on the small bed.
"Cas...um...you're bleeding. All over the white sheets." Dean said awkwardly. Castiel, after apologizing repeatedly went to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw all the small cuts over his face neck and ripping his tan robe. He sighed; mending it would be such a hassle. He hated asking Meg to do things like that for him when he could just as easily do it. He waved his wand and like that, all his cuts were gone. Like magic. Castiel smiled. Dean was waiting for him to get back. Gabriel was happy, Sam had survived the Triwizard Tournament, he had every reason to smile. He smiled, looking at the mirror, his tired blue eyes looked less tired, his pale skin looked rosy from his stupid smiling, his black hair was tousled. He had his next lesson already planned; his biggest worry was mending his robe. He could have done it with one wave of his wand but he preferred to do it by hand. He went back into the other room with that same stupid grin on his face. Crowley and Ruby were resting on the other side of the room, each with a gaggle of friends surrounding them. Gabriel was sitting with Sam and the two were smiling, faces very. Lose to each other. Dean looked like he was in a rage as he glared daggers at Gabriel. Castiel supposed, his boyfriend killing his brother would be a good worry to add to his list. He smiled as a bee floated through one of the open windows. Bees, a good subject for a class. They were not magical, but they were creatures worthy of note. Loyal to their hive, important, unacknowledged, the environment needed them even if they didn't want to. The magic in that, the magic of beeing needed, pun intended, was worthy of note so he began planning the class. Castiel laughed at his joke as he sat down with Dean.
"What?" Dean shot at him. As if Castiel would laugh at Dean.
"I just love you." Castiel said smiling and cuddling close to Dean on the perfectly tinny bed.
"Hey!" Gabriel yelled over at Dean and Cas. "Get away from my perfectly innocent little introvert baby brother!" Gabriel said as he tried to get up. Sam slipped his good arm around Gabriel and held him back.
"Leave them alone Gabe. Anyway, we could be doing the same thing." Sam offered with a smirk. Gabriel shot one last glare at Dean, a wink at Cas, and then began snogging Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and turned back to Cas.
"How old is he exactly?" Dean asked. An adult, dating his baby bro.
"Gabriel is seven years older than your brother." Castiel said. Dean grimaced, looked over at them then back at Castiel.
"If it makes him happy." Dean sighed as he curled up with Cas on the bed.