HELLO LADIES AND GENTS! This is a Cliffhanger. MUAHAHAHA I'm a bad person :)

So, after I finish up You'll Never Walk Alone (which should only have a few more chapters) I've been tossing around the idea of a fantasy AU. Destiel slash and fairytale-esque. Would you guys like that? Review or PM me with any ideas or or things you want to see!

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Hours passed that felt like days, and dean had made himself reasonably comfortable with Rick, studying the blueprints of the building layout. Cas stood close by his side, never more than a stones throw away from the hunter like the resistance hunters would take him away at a moments notice. It didn't make dean feel uncomfortable or cornered- like he had when Cas first started doing the hovering thing- instead it made him smile at the normalcy of it, and he felt a glow in his chest that made him feel warm and needed. The two of them talked idly over the blueprints, silently planning strategies through glances and touch. Rick had been as kind as the next guy, but dean couldn't trust him. And he definitely couldn't trust his friends. If they kept eyeing Cas- like he was an abomination or sick dog to put down- like they were, dean was gonna start throwing punches.

Sam and Gabe were constantly in sight. Dean made sure that no matter where the two went in the cavernous, gutted church, he could always check on them with a flick of his eyes.

Neither of them could really be considered 'okay'.

The shrimpy little archangel was curled up against Sammy, pressing himself close like he was trying to become a part of him. And it wasn't exactly a secret that Sam had been absolutely terrified at the crazed outburst earlier. They all had been, but Sam was shaking and crying when Gabriel finally allowed himself to be held by him again, and gripped him so tight that the archangel would've snapped a rib if he was human. Now, they were cuddled together with Gabriel cradled between Sammy's long, folded up legs that wrapped around them. His big hands stroked up and down Gabe's sides and back- soothing his invisible wings. Gabriel had a hand tenderly rubbing across Sammy's cheek and down his neck- a sweet little gesture that Dean never would've thought to come from the trickster: an 'I'm so sorry I scared you' motion. Sam smiled sadly down at the archangel. Dean had never seen his baby brother look so hopelessly tired. Or so completely in love.

God, he was turning into a sap.

"Sammy?" For the first time in what felt like forever, Sam actually smiled a little at the nickname.

"Yes, Gabriel?" He murmured back, nose tucked into the soft, golden hair at the crown of Gabe's head. He felt him nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck before speaking.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"Nothing is your fault, Baby-"

"Please, Sam." His angel pleaded and Sam sighed, bracing himself for the apology. "Just listen. I- I could've hurt you today. You were just trying to help, but I guess I was- I was too busy, flyin' over the cuckoos nest or something." He chuckled hollowly, sounding more like a sob. Sam squeezed him tight around the waist, and the archangel cut himself off with a muffled 'sorry' into his collarbone.

"Please don't apologize, Gabe. Baby, you are not crazy. You're coping, and it's hard-"

"Sam, you don't get it-"

"I think I do-"

"But you don't!" He bolted upright, looking Sam straight in the eye. "I was trying, so so hard to keep control of my grace today, but- but I started slipping. I can't keep control, and I'm dangerous to you til I can." The tears welled up in his golden eyes again and Sam felt his heart crack at how frustrated Gabe looked because of the water blurring his vision. "You'd think I wouldn't have any more tears left..." He spoke mostly to himself, but Sam still wiped his cheeks and pressed his lips to the back of the angels neck as he settled back against his chest.

Dean met his eyes across the room, and Sam nodded gently to the silent 'are you okay?' that was sent his way.

He knew they should get up soon and figure out the next plan of action, but he just couldn't bring himself to stand, or drag Gabriel up. The only one more tired than Sam was the archangel himself.

His nightmares were getting worse, and it showed. Gabe was dragging his feet, and his smirks were empty. He was mentally and emotionally 'inside out and backwards' (Gabriel's words, but they made Sam smile a little). His angel was almost completely healed physically, however, and his grace was fully repaired.

Apparently, his control over it still needed some work, though.

Sam wanted to close his eyes. Just close his eyes and snuggle up with his angel. He wanted to sleep until he couldn't anymore, and all this shitstorm of breeding and genocide and slavery was peacefully over.

Leaden weights clogged up his heart and dragged him down. Would this ever end?

Cas beckoned them over to where he and Dean were inspecting blueprints.

"Dude, I think we got this bastard right where we want him." Dean hissed out, hurriedly checking for how near Rick and the other guys were before gesturing to the layout on the table. "This is bea-u-tiful. See this right here?" He pointed down at a huge room on the top floor "Harkness' office. This is the control center for all of the Death Star: everything is in here, and The smith lord himself'll be there tomorrow night." Dean smiled like a little kid in DisneyLand, so Sam bit back his criticisms.

"So what's the plan?" Gabe beat him to it, muscles tense and fists clenched at the idea of taking down this sucker. Sam massaged the base of his neck, trying to avoid anymore rogue grace from his angel.

"The last time we were there, Cas and I went in undercover, but that's not gonna work this time. We need a new plan of action. Cas and I were talking about it, and while neither of us are super behind the idea, it's probably our only chance: we have two angels where we only had one. Just zap us inside with your mojo."

"Dean." Sam felt his voice tighten over his brothers name. "This is the worst idea ever. Gabe's not well and Cas' grace isn't strong enough, we-"

"There are too many foreign ears here, Sam. We should discuss this after we leave." Cas hissed.

Smith watched them from the other side of the chain link, passing by with a look that was almost a glare as he made his way down the center of the once-sanctuary.

"When do we go?" Sam asked, even more eager to get out of the cobwebbed vacuum of a space.

"Now." Dean tossed the word over his shoulder, headed toward the stocky man looking over stolen spreadsheets. Rick lifted his eyes as his brother approached.

"We'll, you can't leave now." His voice filtered through the room and Sam felt his heart stop for a long second.

"Why not?" Deans posture was rigid.

"We need you! We raid the headquarters in barely a week from today, you know the place as well as we do- more hands makes lighter work, son."

"Don't call me that." Dean instantly cut him off, wiping the welcoming smile off Rick's face with his stony gaze. "We aren't your missionaries. And we're leaving." He turned on his heel, gesturing for Sam and the angels to start to the door as he walked.

The safety coming off the gun cracked like a chipping iceberg into the room.

"I really can't let you boys go. I'm sorry- we need you."

Hunters advanced from all sides, and Sam felt his breathing stop as he forced Gabriel behind him. He felt the shared electricity of Gabe and Cas, and wished that he had gotten his gun back. Dean pulled out his, and stationed himself firmly in front of his own angel. Rick looked more manic than before, not insane per say, but desperate.

"I'm sorry, boys. I really am. But I need you."