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Chapter 3
"Dean? Dean! Wake up! Please open your eyes!"
A pained moan came from his lips when he finally opened his eyes.
At least he tried, but the light of a lamp made him squeeze his eyes shut again.
"Hey, hey, hey! Dean! Open your eyes! Come on!"
He could feel how someone hit him against his cheek and slowly he opened his eyes again.
The face of his brother Sam stared anxiously down at him.
But Dean could see Sam's face brightened again when he returned his gaze.
"Thanks heaven Dean! We thought we'd lost you."
Dean did not answer.
He was too weak and his body still hurt.
He tried to look down at himself and gasped when he saw all the bandages that were wrapped around his arms, legs and chest.
"Slowly, Dean," Sam said and he pushed his hand gently against his brother's chest as he tried to sit up.
"You can't get up yet."
This voice clearly belonged to Bobby and when Dean turned his head slightly, he could see the older hunter sitting next to him in a wheelchair.
"Just rest Dean. Your wounds need to heal and you need rest."
"N-no..."
It was only a whisper which left Dean's lips, but Sam and Bobby had heard it.
The hunter tried again to sit up, but was pushed back by his brother again and this time the hand also held him down.
"Dean. Don't."
"C-Cas...where is he?"
Sam and Bobby looked at each other and the older Winchester could see the concern in their eyes. And he did not like at all...
"W-what's wrong with him?"
His voice grew louder and his eyes widened.
"We don't know Dean. We thought you knew. You were the last one who saw him."
Dean looked at his brother questioningly.
"He was all the time with me Sam. I have seen how he collapsed in front of me and then..."
His eyes were terror-stricken.
"And then what Dean? What happened?"
"There was something Sam...something has stretched out his hand to me and then I woke up here..."
To Dean's surprise the lips of his brother turned into a gentle smile, but before he could say a word, steps penetrated to his ears and a very well-known figure entered the room.
"Hello Dean."
"Gabriel?"
The Archangel leaned in the doorway, looking at him with folded arms.
His gaze was grave and his lips curled not as usual in his trickster grin.
No, his face remained hard and almost cold, which sent a shiver down Dean's spine.
"I was the one who brought you here. I saved your ass. What did you ever think you were doing? You and your brother you had discussed to do nothing about these demons, but you...you didn't listen to him! And look what happened to you!"
Dean's heart almost jumped out of his chest as the archangel spoke those words.
Sam stood up and walked respectfully to the side when Gabriel took his seat on the bed, he sat down at the side of the older hunter and slowly bent over him and looked him in the eyes.
"And now I want you to answering me this one question Dean."
The hunter swallowed hard and shuddered.
"Where is my little brother?"