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So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it.

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Castiel woke the next morning feeling like someone was drilling into his brain. Moving slightly in his bed he screwed his closed eyes up tight as the midmorning sunlight shone through his eyelids from the uncovered window. It seemed he had forgotten to close the curtains before he passed out. Reaching out with his hand in what he hoped was the general direction of his bedside table he finally found what he was looking for by touch. Picking up the glass of water he took a sip, hoping that it would help remove the fuzzy feeling from his tongue and mouth as well as the residual taste of bad liquor.

Once his thirst was quenched he leaded back against his pillow, he was just about to drift off once more into beautiful oblivion when his phone bleeped. He groaned, but he knew that if he didn't look to see what it was, the bleeping about it wouldn't freaking stop. Reaching for it he cautiously opened his eyes to squint at the screen. He saw he had 5 missed calls and 2 voice mail messages. All from the same number. Gabriel. He was tempted to throw the thing across the room and smash it to bits so his brother couldn't contact him. But he knew if he did that Gabriel would just come over, for unlike him, his older brother knew exactly where he lived. And where the space key was kept.

With a growl, and the phone about an inch from his eyes he opened the messenger and sent a text to Gabriel that consisted of two words. Two words that he felt pretty up summed up exactly how he was feeling right then. With that done, he turned off his phone and rolled over going back to sleep without a care or thought. He was to hungover to give a shit about anything right now.

Gabriel on the other hand was sitting at his kitchen table, pancakes in one hand and papers from one of his numerous companies in the other, when his phoned bleeped informing he had a new message. Putting down the papers and putting the pancakes in his mouth he picked it up to see it was from Castiel. He was unsure about what it would say, whether it would be rude or slightly less so. Gabriel was under no illusion that it would be friendly. It was going to take his brother a while before he calmed down about this one.

So taking a deep breath and preparing himself to read a rant he opened the message to be greeted with only two words.

I resign

That was it. That was all Castiel had to say about everything. Closing his eyes Gabriel wondered what he could do. It wasn't like he could force his brother to come to work, though Cassie would need money soon. And Gabriel knew he wouldn't ask him for it. He wished he could just text back that he didn't accept it, but that wouldn't work. Castiel would kill him if he did that. Gabriel needed a solution to make sure that his brother didn't fall into debt or worse, but first he needed to reply to Castiel text. Taking a deep breath he did just that.

And when Castiel woke next feeling a bit more ready to face the world and turned his phone back on he found just one message from Gabriel.

Very well, if that's what you want. But while you can resign from the business, you can't resign from family Castiel.

And Castiel had to text back to that. He could not let his brother have the last word on this one. No way in hell. Gabriel was the one in the frigging wrong, not Castiel. His brother was going to have to deal with the consequences of his actions this time.

Just watch me.

With that he pulled himself up out of his bed and made his way to his computer. He had some friends he needed to email. See before Gabriel had suggested the business one of Castiel's former colleagues had offered to put in a good word for him with his boss at a company which specialised in flying the rich and privileged around the world. It had not been Castiel's first choice of work, hell it wasn't even his second, being polite was never one of his best skills. But right now the idea of getting out of this hellhole and into the air appealed very much to Castiel Novak.

Hell he would willing be an airhostess and grovel to whoever needed it right now if it did that job. Anything to get away from Gabriel and Dean and all shit that had landed on his head last evening.

And Gabriel reading his brothers reply put his head in his hands. He had no idea how to make this better. He would do anything to get his brother back again, anything. But he could come up with nothing. With a sigh he pulled himself up out of his chair. He had things he needed to do now. Calls he needed to make to let the clients of Heavenly Wings Flight Training Company that there lessons would be cancel for the foreseeable future. God he had really screwed the pooch on this one. With a sigh he grabbed his jacket and went and got into his bright yellow Lamborghini. No need to use the beat up old car to go to the air field any more. He could travel in the style he liked to drive in now. No one to lie to anymore about what he had made of himself.

Once Gabriel got to the office he found the disarray of paperwork that Castiel had left strewn across the floor last evening. With a shake of his head he bent down and sorted it all out, putting it back in its proper place before he sat at his desk and made the calls, well most of them. There was one he really had no idea what to say to, and it was a talk he thought he should probably have face to face. With that thought he grabbed his keys and walked out, locking the door behind him without looking back. It was time to pay Dean Winchester a home visit.