So so so so so sorry this took so long. Next one hopefully will come quicker. ANYWAY MERRY CHRISTMAS! AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! Enjoy. :)
Last time: Then she looked at Dean, "Now this may be a long shot, but James and I are at a dead-end." She explained. James shot her a look but she ignored it, "We need your help, Winchester."
"What?" He asked, disbelieving.
"My brother and I need your help." She said, again.
Dean sighed and scoffed, "What do you need?"
"We need to find an-" She was cut off.
"Emma." James warned.
"Oh, shut up James. We have no other choice but to ask for help." She growled, then turned back to Dean, "We need to find an angel, his name is Gabriel." She said.
Dean gave her a look, "Gabriel? As in Gabriel, Gabriel?" He asked. She nodded. "The Archangel Gabriel?" He asked again.
"Yes." She said.
"Um," He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, you see I can't." He said, trying to figure out how to tell them.
"Why?" She said, her eyes narrowing.
"Well," He started, really not liking the situation he was in. "I can't help you because, Gabriel is dead." He said sadly.
"What?" She asked, her voice cracking.
"He died. Lucifer killed him." He explained, sadly.
Suddenly she let out a breath of relief. "He's not dead, Winchester. He was alive when the apocalypse was over." She explained.
"How do you know that?"
"We met him... then he ran. Now we need to find him again." She said, simply shrugging. "So can you help or not?"
He thought about it, and then he thought about Sam. Sam would have taken this without a second thought, anything to find the angel Gabriel. Sam would kill him if he didn't do this. He sighed, "Alright, I'll help you but no funny business."
"Yes, sir." Emma joked, giving him a salute.
"Well, since you seem permanent, you're going to need beds. So come on." He said, gesturing for them to follow him. They stood up and he led them to a room with two beds. "I figure you want two beds." He said.
"Thank you." Emma said. They nodded at him and went into the rooms shutting the door behind them.
Dean sighed and walked back to his met with the sight of a sedated Castiel. he rubbed his face, "Nice, where am I going to sleep." He eyed the couch he had put in his room. He shrugged, "I've slept in worse." He got a blanket and covered Castiel, careful about his stitches and then he went and got a blanket and pillow for himself. He settled down on the couch in just his boxers and fell asleep quickly.
However his sleep was short-lived and he was soon awakened by whimpers. He immediately thought of Sam and his nightmares. Then his memories came back and he remembered Castiel. Castiel, living breathing human Castiel. He was human. Which meant he could sleep. Which also meant he could dream... or have nightmares. He stood up quickly and practically ran to the bedside. During sleep, Castel had flipped over and he was now lying on his back. Small whimpers escaped his mouth and tears ran down his cheeks. Dean's heart broke, though he would never admit this. Dean put a hand on Castiels shoulder and shook softly trying not to hurt him. "Cas." Dean whispered, his voice groggy from sleep. "Cas." he said louder. "Castiel!" He screamed, loud enough to wake him but not loud enough for others to hear. Cas woke up with a jolt and sat up quickly ignoring the pain in his back. His eyes were wide with fright and he was shaking. Dean put a hand on his shoulder, and Cas turned to him with frightened eyes. "Cas, it's me Dean." He said softly. Cas smiled and he fell on Dean heavily, wrapping his arms around him as far as his stitches would allow. Dean froze but slowly but surely, he wrapped his arms around Cas's shaking frame. "Hey, it's alright. What happened?"
"Angels... dead. I killed... angels." He answered, still hugging Dean. Dean pulled back and had Castiel lay back down.
"It's alright. It wasn't your fault. Now go back to sleep." Dean said, about to get up but an arm shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down.
Cas looked up at Dean with his big blue eyes and said, "Stay?" in an unsure voice.
"What?" Dean squeaked out.
"Stay?" He asked again. "Please... I feel... better when your around." He said, his hand still grasping his wrist.
Dean thought about it, It's for Castiel's state of mind. He told himself as he nodded. I'm doing this for him. He thought as he fell down on the bed next to Castiel. This is totally not for me. He thought as Cas scooted closer to him. Castiel wants me to do this for him. He said once again as he drifted to sleep.
Dean woke up to the sight of raven black hair in his face. At first he sighed and snuggled deeper into the person. Then realization dawned on him. He looked down and saw that he had his arms wrapped around Castiel and if that wasn't bad enough. There was a certain extremity that was making a tent in his boxers. FUCK! He mentally screamed.