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Chapter 12

"Sam?! Dean?! Bobby?! Where are you?"

Driven by panic Gabriel had returned to Bobby's house.

But no one seemed to be present and it filled his heart with a long-forgotten fear that threatened to spread more and more in his body, the more he searched for the hunters.

It was bad enough that his little brother Castiel was gone, but now the hunters as well?

"This can't be true!"

Of course it wasn't allowed for an angel to curse.

Especially not for an angel of his rank, but the desperation made him do that.

And his father wouldn't care so or so…

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" he roared in his despair as he stood in the middle of the living room, listening to the silence in the hope to hear any signs of life.

But there was nothing!

"Please...answer me! Where are you?"

The more he tore open doors, the more did his desperation and fear grow in him and a worse suspicion nestled into his subconscious.

What if it was already too late and the hunters were dead now?

Gabriel shook his head hastily, didn't even want think of such a thing.

Sam, Dean and Bobby were good and experienced hunters who had dealt with hellhounds. Not to mention the terrible demons, such as the yellow-eyed or Lilith, with whom they had already dealt. And then there was the matter with Zachariah, who had tried to "persuade" Dean to say "Yes" again and again with the most brutal methods he could think of.

The Winchesters had more than once proven that they were tough!

Nevertheless, God's messenger didn't calm down in the slightest.

Not until he had found Bobby and the Winchesters!

Again he tore open a door on the upper floor of Bobby's house.

The room was dark because the curtains were drawn and it looked dusty.

Nevertheless, the Archangel entered and searched the room with his eyes, until he spotted a piece of paper, lying on the bed in front him.

New hope burgeoned in him and he immediately ran over to the bed and picked up the note.

As he read, he was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he had not even noticed the shadow that spread slowly in the doorway. And not even the pair of bright blue eyes watching him silently…

As one of the floorboards creaked, Gabriel dropped the note, which had been only an old list with Bobby's exotic errands. He remained silent in his position, his muscles tensed under his skin and out of the sleeves of his sweater he let his angel blade slide in his right hand.

Short his eyes closed and he listened into the darkness.

But there was nothing that sounded in his ears, and he briefly played with the thought, he had only imagined these sounds. But the dark aura that had occupied the room so suddenly was still palpable. Beads of sweat were visible on his forehead and he clutched his sword so hard that his knuckles turned white.

The aura that he felt clearly belonged to an angel.

But rarely had he felt so much hatred and so much wickedness in the aura of an angel before.

Except for one ...

"Lucifer..."

A cool breeze tickled his neck and made him shiver.

"Try it again!"

That voice...

Gabriel's eyes widened and he immediately turned around, angel blade in his hand and ready to fight, but there was nothing. No angel standing behind him, ready to kill him. And the dark aura suddenly disappeared. Back a cool breeze remained that gave him the shivers.

Then the sound of a door opening sounded in his ears and without really thinking about it he ran. He still held his blade tightly clasped as he rushed down the stairs and shortly afterwards came to a halt.

"Gabriel? What are you doing here? Is everything okay with you?"

Relief was written in Sam's face and Dean and Bobby felt no differently when they saw the Archangel.

But something was wrong with him.

Their eyes fell on the blade in his shaking hands and his wide eyes.

"Gabriel? What happened?" it came from Dean and he stepped forward and placed both hands on his shoulders.

"Hey! Come on. Answer me!"

To give his word more power Dean shook the angel slightly and this also brought him back into reality.

"D-Dean?"

Shocked the humans looked at the Trickster, because never before had been so much fear in his trembling voice as in this one moment. His golden eyes were also filled with so much fear, as they had never seen before. Nothing was left of the mocking glint, which otherwise dominated the eyes of the Trickster. No. Only fear had remained...

"Come on Gabriel. Sit down and tell us what happened."

Carefully Sam and Dean led the angel to the small sofa.

Bobby handed him a glass of whiskey with which Gabriel emptied immediately before he was reasonably responsive again. He was still shaking and in his eyes was still the shock. If the hunters doesn't know it better, they would think Gabriel had just seen a ghost.

"Gabriel? Hey! Gabriel! Come on man! Look at me!"

Dean had grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him slightly yet again, trying to bring him back to reality and it even had an effect, because the angel blinked a few times before he turned his head and looked into Dean's eyes.

"Dean?"

"Yes, it's me. It's alright."

"N-no…No! Nothing is alright!"

Gabriel was quickly back on his feet, before the hunters were able to prevent it.

"Gabriel, calm down," Sam tried his luck, but the angel did not seem to hear his words, because he started to dig through Bobby's belongings and started to pack a bag.

"We have to get out of here and hide!"

"What? Why must we hide? Gabriel, what the hell is wrong with you?"

God's messenger gave Dean a sharp look that strongly cowed the hunter.

"Watch your words Dean; they may be bitter reality..."

A strong shiver went through Dean's entire body and he choose to remain silent.

After just ten minutes Gabriel had everything packed that they might need sooner or later.

He secretly hoped it would be later rather than sooner...

"Come on, we must get out of here," he urged the three humans as he ran to the front door.

"You still haven't told us what is wrong with you and what happened when we were gone."

"Believe me Sam, it's better if you don't know some things. The same is true for the two of you as well."

The last words were addressed to Dean and Bobby, who wrapped themselves in silence, as the Archangel had turned around to look at them.

"Don't you want to tell them the truth?"

Gabriel almost froze to ice, as this dark and so familiar voice sounded in his ears, and he didn't dare to turn around.

Helplessly he watched as Sam, Dean and Bobby almost simultaneously gasped in shock and their jaws dropped open and their eyes widened. A shiver went through their bodies, and he could see how they were trying to take a few steps backwards.

"Look at me when I talk to you...brother..."

Gabriel hardly dared to turn around, but something in him, a foreign power perhaps, forced him to. Slowly, he turned on his heel until his eyes stopped at the angel who looked at him emotionless with cold eyes.

A fine breeze let the white robe he was wearing dance.

Six powerful wings spread from behind his back.

Cool wind brushed gently through his black feathers and his short hair and an eerie aura was around him, as he turned his bright blue eyes on his brother.

And Gabriel almost froze to stone.

"Castiel..."

An almost sardonic smile touched the lips of the Seraphim, but it did not reach his eyes, because they remained hard and cold.

"Hello...big brother...