Gabriel played with the hole is Castiel's back, prodding it with his finger and enjoying the pain filled whimpers Cas emitted. "Please..." he was sobbing.

Gabriel stood, Castiel's wing in hand. He held it up like a trophy, running his hands along it's feathers, his fingers smearing the blood from Castiel's back all over them. Even though he took a bit of pride in this, Gabriel couldn't help but feel a little sick to his stomach, "Not much of an angel without your wings."

Cas clawed at the cement floor and tried desperately to crawl away. Gabriel's foot slammed down hard on his injured shoulder, digging into it ever to slightly. "And where are you going?" he asked, like a predator to its prey.

Back at the hotel, Dean was pacing the floor. He couldn't explain how he knew, but that scream had most definitely been Cas's. Cas had been calling to him with the scream of an angel. "Damn it Cas!" he cursed before kicking the bottom of the doorway.

Sam was still out, but he was still breathing. He was in some sort of condensed coma, Cas was god knows where screaming for him, and he couldn't do a thing about either of them. Dean pressed his head against the wood of the door, and prayed for a miracle. "God? Can you hear me?"

That's when an unexpected visitor popped in. It was Gabriel, a wingless and weak Castiel's arm draped over his neck. "I think this belongs to you."

"You son a bitch! What did you do to Cas?" Dean rushed forward to pull Cas away from him, but was stopped by Gabriel's held up palm.

"Slow down there Deano." The angel snickered, "I'd like a little trade."

"Trade?"

Gabriel smiled genuinely before gesturing over to his unconscious desire. "Sam."

Dean chuckled at first, as if Gabriel was joking with him, but the more he studied the angel's face, the more he knew that the guy was serious. "No way in hell."

Gabriel propped Castiel up at an odd angle, his hand right above the fresh wing wound. "I understand someone got a little soul phone. You can hear the angels right?" Dean glared furiously, "Good. Then you'll understand perfectly how this is about to go down."

"There is absolutely no way I'd just hand over my brother to you, you dick." Dean spat.

"Even if Cas suffers?" Gabriel smirked just before plunging his finger into Castiel's wound.

Castiel screamed, feeling the sensitive nerves being stabbed at and played with. For a human, it was like twisting a knife through someone's leg, it catches on the bone and bit and starts to splinter it. Castiel tried to contain himself, a strong angel could protect them. He watched in horror as his Winchester clawed at his ears desperately. Castiel managed to tone his cries down a bit, but his expression betrayed him.

"Stop it!" Dean ordered.

Gabriel complied, "Sam?"

"How do I know you're not gonna torture Sam too?" Dean growled, "If I give him to you what's my guarantee that he's safe?"

"Castiel didn't tell you anything?"

Dean's glare became more furious, "I pretty sure I'm in love with Sam."

"That doesn't-"

"I'm not gonna hurt him!"

Dean glanced over to his brother, "Could you heal him?"

Gabriel nodded solemnly and dragged Castiel over to Dean's motel bed, turning back to him after he'd laid him gently down, "Do we have a deal then?"

"Fine." Dean grasped Gabriel's hand firmly, "But I swear, if you pull one friggin' hair out of his head, I'll be on you worse then the last time we met up."

Gabriel cringed, seeming to remember the affair. Many of his limbs were still bandaged, having to heal in time with humans because of the damage. Carefully, Gabriel lifted Sam from the bed, supporting the man on his shoulder. Dean had rushed over to Cas, "Are you okay? Cas?!"

He turned just in time to see Gabriel fly off with his little brother. "Damn it." he cursed.