Meg wasn't much in the mood for talking, which pretty much defeated the object of her being there in the first place. She was called there to make peace with the Winchesters for everyone's sake, including hers as if she lay on finger on Sam, Gabriel would have endless fun making her live a living hell. Castiel shot Gabriel a warning glance as he smirked to himself, thinking of the various ways he could condemn the demon to a lifetime of eternal solitude and misery.

"I don't wish to make peace with them, Castiel." Meg was speaking as if her and Cas were the only ones in the room, ignoring the near-death Dean still flopped out over the entire bed, Gabriel stood by his side, or the dumb struck Sam still stood near the now closed door of the motel room. Dean was already sick of hearing her voice, weighing out the pros and cons to killing her this very second, only for his thought to be cut short by Gabriel, kindly reminding him that Castiel can hear exactly what I can, and would probably kill you before you could even move, sorry kiddo. Dean whined into the pillow, once again committing to his extended period of inactivity.

Castiel never took his eyes off of Dean. He didn't know why, and he could feel Meg's gaze burning holes into his skull as she spoke to him and got absolutely no response. Sam still had no clue what was going on with his brother, but very slowly snuck around from behind Meg and Castiel to sit on his own bed, Gabriel stood between them, his stance shifting from casual to defensive as soon as Sam was behind him. That was the tipping point for Meg.

"FINE. I'll leave your precious Winchester's alone." She spat out their name like it was poison to her, turning on her heels and storming out of their hotel room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Castiel still stood staring in the room. He was completely absent from the room in mind, his body stood lifeless, still staring at Dean, who was once again showing absolutely zero signs of life, apart from occasionally flipping Gabriel off for the small electric shocks to ensure life.

Gabe had noticed that Castiel was still milling around in their room, now having taken a seat on the small table by the window, staring out of it mindlessly, not having spoken a word since Meg's departure. The archangel started to worry. Since the beginning of their time together, he had never seen Castiel be silent more than about 10 seconds, and he hadn't spoken for over an hour.

"Castiel?" Gabriel walked over to the other angel carefully, like approaching a small animal and trying not to spook it into running away. Castiel still didn't respond, or as much as twitch at the mention of his name. Dean had regained consciousness from his lifeless sleep, sitting up slightly as he heard Gabriel speaking. Sam had gone out, probably on a food run as they had been living off of pork scratchings, candy bars and beer for the best part of the week. Dean rubbed his eyes, letting them focus on Gabriel and Castiel, now only inches apart, but Cas still wouldn't move. Dean sent out the mental note toward Gabriel, trying to keep it masked from prying ears.

"What's up with Cas?" Dean couldn't help but sound worried, he had had over a year to bond with his angel in the alternative dimension. Even here, he was still his.

"I wish I knew. Since Meg went home, he hasn't moved. Or spoken. Or really done anything apart from sit and stare out of the window." Gabe sighed, walking back to Sam's bed and laying back, flicking the TV on and searching though the channels without once setting his hands on the conventional remote. Dean stretched, causing a series of loud clicks to run down his spine and neck. Castiel span around instantly, staring at the hunter with wide eyes. Dean looked back, eyes equally wide, deciding it best not to speak until Cas did.

"D..Dean? Are you okay?" Castiel stood up slowly, walking swiftly toward Dean, running his hand along his newly aligned spine. Dean closed his eyes, grateful just to have the touch of his angel back, even if it meant nothing to him.

"Yeah Cas, I'm great." Dean smiled widely, leaning his head back slightly to look up at Cas, moving forward slightly, closing the gap between their faces, ignorant to the archangel still in the room. Castiel leaned forward, mimicking the movements of the hunter, as if they had done it a thousand times before. And before either of them really knew what they were doing, their lips had met, softly at first, but growing more needy as Dean knelt up, levelling himself with Cas who was now stood over him, hands grasping the sides of his neck tightly, as Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist just as tightly. Cas let out a soft sigh as their bodies moulded together, bricks of the wall crumbling to allow the memories through, convincing himself that this was okay. But it wasn't.

"Dammit Cas…" Dean opened his eyes as he realised he was suddenly clutching at thin air, having been the victim of another angel disappearing act. Gabriel chuckled softly to himself, leant against the furthest wall of the room, as not to ruin the moment.

"Don't even start asshole." Gabe raised his arms in surrender, his face now serious, watching the sudden change in attitude from the hunter.

"You really do love him…" Dean groaned heavily and dropped his entire weight onto the bed, which probably would have broken without the presence of the attentive angel. He mumbled various cuss words into the pillow, dreading when Sam got back, having to finally explain why no one could look at each other and why Castiel most definitely could NOT come back to the room.

"I'll help you. I owe you that much." Gabriel took his place sat next to Dean on his bed, his hand rested on the shoulder of the hunter. For the first time since they met, the Trickster and the Hunter had finally formed some form of weird, twisted friendship.

"But first… We really need to tell Sammy." The noise that followed from Dean was barely human, a noise of utter defeat and resignation from all hope he had of maintaining a shred of his dignity.

This is gonna suck…

You said it, Deano.