Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural but it would be fun to though.

Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean/Cas. Angel Love. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Lots and lots of schmoop and some angst as well in most of these story chapters. Gabriel does join their bed sexually and in love with them in later chapter, after the Christmas one in fact.

Plot: Dean and Sam are on the hunt again for the Chicardum and get to use their new Celestial Daggers to save its current Fallen Angel prey.

But first, they have to know what it is. So they get creative and decide to do what Dean had to warn Sam not to do before: Scratch the wall that is keeping their Heavenly knowledge from them.

Here's hoping they get that wall down before the creature got to its prey and claimed another victim.

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They were driving to Nebraska when Sam sighed.

"How do we even find a Chicardum? What are the signs that tell us where it is?" Sam pointed out. "We can't track what we don't know anything about." He let out a frustrated sigh now.

"Cas said we'd already know. We were given that knowledge apparently." Dean said and was frustrated, too.

"If we have to find this fallen angel before it does, it sure would be nice if we could find a way." Sam said and blew some hair out of his eyes, his eyes on the road. It seemed to spin out before them and just seemed to go on and on. They had been on the road for two days so far and they were tired.

"Yeah, it would." Dean said now and noticed his brother moving the hair away from his eyes. He softly swept the hair from his eyes for him and made a mental note to give Sam a trim when they stopped for the night. "I hope we get there in time." He was worried. He hated losing people they were trying to save; it made him feel like they had failed.

There was silence and then Dean had an idea. It made sense to him.

"Hey, Sam?" Dean asked, thinking furiously as an idea formed.

"Yeah?" Sam asked with a quick glance at his brother. He waited for Dean's answer. This was going to be good.

"Remember when Death put up that wall around your Hell memories?" Dean asked, not wanting to hurt his brother but it was important right now so he had to.

"Yeah, why?" Sam asked and looked unhappy now; feeling that those old memories still had the power to hurt him. "What are you thinking?"

"What if our new knowledge is like that? Hid until we are ready to remember it?" Dean suggested tentatively. He did not want to confuse Sam but this seemed to make sense.

"Maybe." Sam could see where he was going with this now and thought it made sense, too.

"I told you not to scratch at the wall, remember?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I do. What are you suggesting? We have to scratch at our walls?" Sam asked, the full implications of this idea hitting him. 'This could get weird.' He mentally thought now.

"Exactly! Maybe we should scratch until we get those answers?" Dean and Sam looked at each other and gave silent assent to this plan of action.

They now began to scratch their walls and hoped to get to the fallen angel in time, before the Chicardum did.

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