Author's Note: We are sad to say we do not own anything having to do with Supernatural only Gabriella belongs to Wandertogondor and me.

Chapter 2

I woke the next morning alone in the double bed the events from the night before still fresh in my mind.

We barely got the bedroom door closed before our clothes started being torn off of each other. I nearly ripped the buttons off his shirt when I couldn't get them to cooperate.

No words were spoken as I fell backwards on the bed with the blue-eyed angel on top of me. I'd like to think I wasn't his first, he certainly wasn't mine, but if I was he showed no concerns as he bit down on the side of my neck.

I traced my fingers over the sensitive area remembering the warm sensation it had given me. I reluctantly got out of bed and dressed in clean clothes. A smile came to my lips as I saw his tie hanging off the lamp shade where it had landed the night before. I tried to imagine him no wearing it and he seemed naked without it.

I hated to admit it but I had been losing some of that fire that kept me going. I wanted, needed, to find a way to get Sam out of the cage but after a years time the outcome wasn't looking so good. And then last night happened. I don't know if it was the sheer fact that I hadn't been satisfied in a long while or just the simple notion that someone cared but I had a new sense of hope.

Stuffing the tie in the back pocket of my jeans I went to make my way downstairs when I heard Bobby having a conversation with someone. I figured he was on the phone and thought nothing of it until I walked into the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee.

"Dean," my voice hid none of my surprise as I'm sure my expression didn't either.

"Gabby," he nodded in acknowledgment before his eyes scanned me from head to toe. "You're looking a little worse for wear."

I subconsciously ran my fingers through my hair to make sure it was covering my reddened neck. He gave me a long hard look like he was trying to chose his words carefully and that unnerved me a bit. Dean had never been one to think through what he was going to say. Whatever was on his mind at any particular moment usually poured right out of his mouth causing us to fight.

"I'm fine," I muttered softly as I poured myself a cup of coffee and adding a bit of milk.

The liquid had hardly touched my lips before Castiel appeared somewhere else in the house and called my name. "Gab?"

I ignored the infuriated look my brother gave me as I set my coffee on the table to go find my angel. I found him making his way into the living room but I pushed him back towards the hallway so we could talk without being overheard.

"When's the last time you 'checked in' with Dean?" I questioned as I took the tie out of my back pocket and placed it around his neck before loosely tying it in place.

His eyes went up for a second in thought, "Last week. Why, did something happen?"

I sighed and rested my head against his chest, "he's in the kitchen."

"What's he doing here?" Cas asked making no movement to hold me close as I stood there leaning against him.

I stood up straight and sarcastically answered, "Drinking coffee. Seriously? I have no idea." I peeked back in the living room to make sure Dean hadn't moved closer to eavesdrop. "Cas, about last night…"

"You're hurt," he stated gliding his fingers over my shoulder as he pushed my hair away.

"Oh, no," I blushed suddenly feeling more awkward about the previous night's activities. "It's not…" I went to explain but I couldn't get the words out quick enough. His hand came up to the side of my head and I felt the slight tingling sensation.

"Much better," he slightly nodded as if he was proud of himself.

I didn't want the remains of our night to be whisked away so effortlessly though I was a little more at ease knowing I wouldn't have to have that conversation with Dean.

"Where did you run off to this morning?" I questioned running my hands under the lapels of his trench coat almost wanting that feeling of closeness to return.

"That's what I came to talk to you about. I'm going to go check something out. I think it will almost definitely help us to break Sam free from the pit but where I need to go, if you call me I won't be able to hear you."

I pulled away from completely so that we were no longer touching and I scrunched my face slightly in concern. "That doesn't sound safe."

"It's what has to be done."

"Says who?" I challenged my voice raising an octave or two.

"I promised to do everything in my power to bring your brother back to you Gabriella and that's what I'm going to do."

And with that I was left standing in the hallway alone and feeling that hope that had started to bubble inside of me to dissipate. I took a few minutes to collect myself before walking back into the kitchen.

"So, I see your boyfriend is still around," Dean commented the second I walked back in the room and picked up my coffee mug.

"Don't start, Dean," I sighed as I sat down in one of the chairs and rested my back against the wall.

To think he would actually listen would have been a miracle as he muttered. "I see some things never change."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"You walked out the door, Gabriella!" Dean's voice came out harsh and full of volume.

Bobby had stayed quiet watching the two of us tread water lightly for all of two seconds before the waves came crashing down on us once again. He knew better than to get involved and kept quiet as a tornado brewed in front of him.

I placed my mug on the table and glared at him, "Yeah, I did. And guess what? When I came back you had run off to have your 'happily ever after' while your brother is burning in hell!"

"That's what you're doing, isn't it?" He stood up from the table with such force that the chair had tipped backwards. "You say you're doing all you can to save Sam and that I'm the one that ran off to play house but you're the one who is screwing an angel! How is that right, Gabriella, huh? I told you before and I'll tell you again that douche has your head going in so many different directions you don't know right from wrong anymore!"

Anger coursed through my veins as I stood toe to toe with my eldest brother. "That angel is risking everything to save our brother. How dare you!?"

"I'm your brother!" He spit back like it meant something to him. "I am the only family you have left right now."

Despite the brief look of hurt that sharply passed through Bobby's eyes, he managed to blink and come back to his old self in half a second. That infuriated me even more.

"You walked away from your family when you didn't have your way. You walked away when you realized that you didn't dictate my decisions anymore, Dean. I swear," I shook my head a little with a cynical laugh, "the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree."

"I want Sammy back just as much as you, Gabriella!" Dean growled. "Don't think that you're the only one who cares about him."

"Well, excuse me," I crossed my arms, kicking out one leg. "But you've proven other wise. Why can't I be happy with him, Dean? Why does that put you on edge? He's trying to get Sam back. He's doing more than we ever could on our own. We actually have a chance of bringing him back."

My brother didn't spew out immediately. He pursed his lips in a thin line, clenching his jaw so tightly that I would see the veins in his neck jumping out. "Where is he now?" He finally asked, walking on eggshells to keep from erupting again.

"Cas?"

"Yes," Dean snapped icily. "Who else?"

"He said he was going to go check something out that could help get Sam."

"Well, call him over here. He'll obviously answer you," the edge in his voice still there and I started to wonder if Dean was upset that I had feelings for angel or if he was feeling replaced.

I looked down at the floor, "I can't."

"Why?" There was that anger in his voice. I could sense him standing up straight, eyes boring into my head.

"He said," I slowly tried to remember what the angel had told me and still ignore the uneasy feeling it had left me with. "That where he was going, he wouldn't hear me if I called him."

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "He's just going to leave you holding the bag."

"No," I corrected firmly, "you left me holding the bag. You've made it quite clear that you don't like Castiel but that's no reason for you to leave when we're trying everything we can to get Sam back. You can be angry at me and you can walk out on me but don't you dare do that to Sam."

Just then Castiel appeared in the living room which was adjacent to the kitchen, with him was a familiar face.

"Helllooo, Winchesters," Gabriel grinned next to my angel.

"Great," Dean scoffed as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "more freaking angels."

"Cas?" I questioned trying to figure out what the big plan was. "What's going on?"

"He knows how to get Sam from the pit."