Like I said, it wouldn't be long for the next chapter. Still don't own Supernatural, but you probably figured that I couldn't suddenly own it within the half hour difference of when I posted the first chapter. Alright enough rambling, BRING OUT DA BOYS!

Dean swung his door open before the car had fully stopped. He raced through the bunker door and rand own the stairs, almost tripping in the process. He was grateful to see Castiel and Sam standing over a map, a location literally glowing off the map.

"Hey Sam." He said offering a smile.

"Hey Dean." Sam's tone showed significantly less emotion. He wasn't happy to see Dean, and that broke Dean's heart.

Dean tried to shake it off and changed the topic.

"So… how'd you guys find him?" He looked at Sam, hoping for Sam to make some kind of an effort to talk to him, but he remained silent.

"Typical, Sammy. Even when you were a little kid; the silent treatment was always your pout of choice."

Castiel took note of the awkward silence and spoke up.

"We were able to locate Gadreel by extracting the grace he left behind in Sam."

"Well… That sounds painful." Dean joked.

"It was." No humor was shown in Castiel's voice.

"Oh. Are you okay Sammy?"

"I'm fine Dean." Sam barely even looked toward him.

C'mon Sammy, I'm trying as hard as I can here, give me something!"

"We found a spell that required the grace of an angel in order to track it. We were able to pin-point his exact location."

"Which is where?"

"Boise, Idaho."

"Why Idaho?" Dean questioned.

"I assure you, I've no idea what his intentions are."

"Probably out there killing some other angel under that bastard, Metatron's, orders." Sam spat out the words as memories of Gadreel killing innocent people with his own hands.

"So, how about we gank that son of a bitch before he kills anyone else?" Dean offered eagerly.

"What about Metatron? Wherever Gadreel is, Metatron is probably close by." Sam pointed out.

"I advise that we split up and deal with the angels individually." Castiel suggested.

"I'll deal with Gadreel." Sam said, determination practically spewing out of him.

"Sam, you don't have to-"

"Look, Dean," Sam interjected, "Metatron is clearly the bigger problem. You'll need all the help you can get dealing with him. Gadreel is just Metatron's bitch, and I want to make him pay for the things he made me do."

"Sammy, it wasn't your fault, it wasn't-"

"I know it wasn't me Dean!" Sam shouted. "That doesn't make it any less wrong. It wasn't just Kevin and the angels, Dean! Every angel I-he- killed, that means their vessels died with them! Most of them had families! One of the angels was Gadreel's friend, but that didn't stop him, and he's never gonna stop unless we find him and end him." Sam took a shaky breath. "Now, you and Cas gotta take care of Metatron."

"We can't kill him, Sam." Cas pointed out.

"Why the hell not?" Dean snapped.

"He is the one responsible for expelling all the angels from heaven; he may be the only one capable of putting them back."

"Cas, you know he's not gonna help us." Dean reminded him.

"He will if we threaten to kill him." Sam said flatly. "He seemed pretty pleased with having heaven all to himself. He wouldn't be able to enjoy it if he's dead."

"Okay, fine. Let's say by some miracle that we get that dick with wings to help. We can't just let him go."

"Once it's over, you can kill him."

"Gladly." Dean said with a smirk.

After they had everything ready, Castiel reached out his hands, and they finally arrived. They were standing outside some kind of warehouse, angel blades at the ready.

Dean turned toward the trench coated angel. "How we looking, Cas?"

Castiel squinted his sparkling blue eyes in concentration. "I can sense two angels in there. It's definitely Gadreel and Metatron."

"I'll go in first." Sam offered. "Metatron, being the spineless dick that he is, will probably run off. No matter what's going on with me, you go after him."

"Sam-"

"No matter what, Dean."

Dean sighed unhappily and ran his fingers over his slightly scruffed face.

"Fine."

"Dean, I mean it."

"I said 'Fine' Sam!"

Sam shot Dean a wary glance. Dean wouldn't look him in the eye. Sam knew what that meant.

"Dean's not gonna listen. He'll think I can't handle myself and come running in to save the day. I can take care of myself."

Dean read the aggravated expression on Sam's face, but ignored it.

"I know Sam thinks he can handle this on his own, but why can't he understand that maybe I can't?"

Sam gripped the concealed weapon, and suck to the door. He looked back at his brother and the angel one last time. Sam opened the door.

And there's that cliffhanger. *Evil Metatron laughter. My huge game changer comes up in the next chapter, so brace yourselves!