Aaaaand I finally finished translating the next chapter.
Hope there aren't too many mistakes, since this one was a pain in the butt to translate.

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Chapter 29

Still the storm raged.

Rain lashed the treetops.

The day had given way to the evening and here and there a lightning lit the onrushing night and was reflected in Sam's eyes.

The young hunter sat silently on the porch of Crowley's house, staring into the distance.

He listened to the storm, watching the power of nature in the form of flashes of lightning and not even the rain seemed to bother him.

No.

He was thinking of his brother.

Dean had said he wanted to be a little bit for himself and he wanted to go out for a little evening walk.

This had been two hours ago and the hunter was still not back and slowly Sam started to worry about him.

From inside the huge house he heard Gabriel and Crowley.

These two quarreled like two little kids, and slowly but surely it became unbearable.

To put an archangel and a demon together in one house had not been a particularly wise idea, but Sam couldn't do anything about it.

What should he do?

These two wouldn't listen to him so or so.

Therefore he had retired on the porch, to have at least a little bit of peace before these two fighting cocks.

How could Bobby stand this?

As if on cue Sam heard the squeaking of the wheels, which were located at Bobby's wheelchair and a few moments later the older hunter was sitting next to him.

"Won't you come in Sam? The storm's getting worse."

"No Bobby. I'm waiting for Dean."

"Are you still worried about him?"

The younger Winchester nodded silently with his head.

"Sam, look at me."

Only reluctantly Sam turned his head to the side.

"Dean is a good hunter and he can take care of himself. He's fine, trust me. We should rather worry about the two in there. These two drive me crazy with their fighting!"

The words made Sam's lips twitch upwards and he quickly turned his head away from Bobby to hide his grin from him.

Good to know that he wasn't the only one who had enough of these fighting cocks...

But his good mood vanished quickly, as his thoughts went back to his brother.

What if something had happened to him and what if he now lay injured in the woods and no one came to help him?

In the last half hour he had tried to call Dean on his phone.

He had repeatedly called him and sent him several messages, but the hunter didn't respond, which meant that Sam worried even more about his big brother.

"I hope you are fine Dean..." he muttered to himself and his voice went under into another thunder...

Inside of Crowley's house there was pure chaos, because the demon and the archangel still bickered, whenever the two of them met in the huge mansion.

And this happened way too often for Crowley's taste...

Now he knew why Sam had left the house earlier and why Bobby had followed him shortly afterwards.

This eternal quarreling was getting on the crossroads demon's own nerves and Gabriel didn't make it better with his provocations; rather the contrary: it became a lot worse!

"Do you think in all seriousness just because you're an archangel you can do whatever you want here?! You're still in my house!" Crowley hissed at the archangel for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, but still Gabriel was unimpressed against the pitiful threats of the other.

Crowley was far below his rank and he loved to remind him of that over and over again.

He hated demons to the death, and even more he hated this demon!

"I'm not voluntarily in your house Crowley! You've dragged me and the others here!"

"Without me you would be dead by now! Is that your way of thanking me?"

"No one forced you to save us!"

"You should be glad that I did! I could have left you and your human friends with your crazy brother! He would have made minced meat out of you four morons!"

Gabriel's carotid artery began to throb dangerously, because of the words and his head became red due to seemingly endless rage.

Oh how he would have loved to kick Crowley's ass right here and right now and send him back to hell, but he couldn't.

No matter how much he would hate it, but he agreed with the demon: they all owed their lives to him, and they were in his debt.

Crowley seemed to know that too what the wide grin on his face confirmed.

"I can see it: We understand each other, little angel."

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

As quickly as Crowley was pressed against the wall, he couldn't look and he could only gasp helplessly as an arm pressed firmly into his throat and robbed him of the air. Not that he had to breathe like a human, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling.

"Don't you dare to talk to me like that! I'm warning you, Crowley! When all this is over then you'd better pray that I don't get my hands on you!"

Despite the agony, the lips of the demon twisted into a wide grin and his eyes turned red, as they seemed to mock Gabriel.

"You think you're so strong and all-knowing my dear Gabriel, but I can tell you what you are: a weakling! You ran away when everything is gone down the drain and you've hidden behind the facade of a Trickster before Daddy and the rest of your family. You were never a great fighter and you aren't one even now, because you can threaten me as much as you want. I know what really lies behind this facade: A fearful, little angel..."

With an angry growl Gabriel drew his Archangel blade, ready to kill Crowley, but before even one muscle in his arm could move, Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts of murder when he shouted a loud "Gabriel! Come here! Quickly!".

The voice of the young Winchester sounded so full of panic and fear at the same time that every alarm bell inside of Gabriel started ringing. Once again, his golden eyes turned to Crowley and he looked at him with so much disgust and hatred that even the demon shuddered under his gaze and it managed to wipe the smug grin from his face, before he put his sword back and let go of the demon.

"We're not finished here Crowley. If I only once get the feeling that you betray us, then I'll kill you!"

After that, God's messenger turned around and disappeared from the living room.

"We will see about that little angel..." Crowley growled when he stood up on his feet again and rubbed over his sore throat.

Outside it was still raining badly and thunder filled the air, which was accompanied by the glare of bright lightnings.

Gabriel met Sam and Bobby on the porch and the two men stared past him and in their eyes was written the sheer shock, when they fixed a certain point in front of the house.

"Sam? Bobby? What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Gabriel was now seriously worried about these two, but before he could ask them again, Sam grabbed his chin and turned his head in the direction in which he and Bobby already stared the whole time, and even Gabriel's eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

"This can't be real…"

In front of them was Dean.

His clothes were torn and soaked with blood.

Wounds littered his body and he just seemed to have a lot of pain from just breathing.

And he was not alone…

To his left stood a young man, who looked not better than he himself.

With one exception: Six pitch-black wings were on his back, but they hung limply on the sides of his body and were also stained with blood, just like the rest of his body. He hardly seemed to be conscious, because his eyes were almost completely closed and his breathing was short and fast.

"Dean!"

Dean slowly lifted his head and he looked over to his brother, who was still looking at him with wide eyes.

"Sammy...we...we need help..."

More he couldn't get out, before he closed his eyes and went unconscious to the ground, dragging Castiel with him in the process...