I am sorry that this chapter is so short.
You could say it's the calm before the storm ;).
Chapter 11
It was already in the middle of the night when Gabriel was back on the road.
He could have simply zap himself with a little bit concentration into Bobby house, but he couldn't muster enough concentration at the moment.
In addition, he needed a little time for himself and a small walk would do him good he decided.
His head was full of thoughts.
Thoughts about his brother.
Thoughts about Lucifer and his dark plans.
Thoughts about the words of the demon, he had brutally tortured just a few hours ago.
And thoughts about his father, who apparently didn't care what his sons were doing and that they came to death by their deeds.
He completely stopped caring about anything!
Gabriel clenched his hands into fists, resisting the urge to punch a hole into the next wall. Instead, his eyes closed and he paused, listening into the darkness, feeling the cool night breeze gently wipe over his skin and listening to its whisper and it seemed to be able to at least calm him down just a little bit.
He sat down on a small bench that stood at the edge of the forest path, in which he was at the moment. He sighed and ran his hands through his face and his eyes went skyward.
He had thought the peace and solitude was able to calm him down, but the exact opposite occurred, because at that moment he missed his little brother more than ever.
He remembered back to a time when everything was still in order.
Where he and his brothers had not fought against each other.
A time when his big brother Lucifer had been one of the good angels and he was always there for them. Just as he had always been there for Castiel.
Often they had been sitting in the grass at night and had looked at the twinkling stars high above their heads and often Castiel, young and innocent as he was back then, has stretched his little arms towards heaven, and tried to pick one of the stars from heaven for his big brother.
Melancholy spread in Gabriel's body and his eyes grew dim, they lost their otherwise so expressive and confident sparkle and the grief over the loss of his beloved little brother had almost burst his heart.
And slowly the dark words of the demon started to take shape.
So long he now had been looking for Castiel.
He had been in heaven, had even interrogated demons, but no one would give him the information he needed...or he wanted to hear the most.
And slowly he also began to believe that Castiel was dead.
All angels who opposed Lucifer would be killed mercilessly by him.
There were no exceptions...why should Castiel be the exception?
But when it came to this special angel, Lucifer would have directed special attention to him and not kill him. No, he would plan terrible things with him.
The Archangel shuddered and shivered when he thought about how his little, innocent brother made common cause with the devil and it was probably possible to be forced to fight against him instead to protect him before the dark powers that lured in this world.
He shook his head.
No!
This was something he couldn't even think of!
He would never bring it over his heart to harm or even kill his little brother, whom he had raised.
There had to be another way and even if he had to go through hell, he would find this way!
But a renewed shiver made him stop and his expression became serious.
Something in him stirred.
A thought of the distant past seemed to spread in his head.
This special angel...
"Oh no..."
Gabriel's eyes were numb with shock at the realization that hit him hard.
He remembered only vaguely what had happened.
There were only fragments of his memory, but they were enough to freeze the blood in his human vessel and within seconds he was back on his feet, focused and was gone.
He had to warn Sam, Dean and Bobby because if his suspicion was confirmed, they would be dead soon if he would come too late...