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CONTAINS M/M SLASH. THERE'S EVENTUAL MPREG.

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Full Summary:

when Dean dies he find himself only wanting his brother to return to him but he's stuck working with two angels to help find a way to bring him back whilst dodging the angels of heaven. There was supposed to be an apocalypse but the two claim the issue has divided the angels and that they are at war with each other because of it. So now instead of giving up hunting like the grieving hunter wants to, he is driven across the country, with more or less little sleep trying to prevent an all out war in heaven. If that wasn't complicated enough Sam feels himself falling for the one fallen angel called Castiel. Alternate timeline. SASTIEL

*CHAPTER Four*

Sam had always taken all his problems to God even if he knew they weren't ever going to be resolved in the past because he had needed someone to believe in. With all the evil he had known, he had to believe and have faith that there were things out there that were equally good too. So when he was told that by the trickster, he had seriously thought that there was no way he could have known all that. He never was able to confront him though because he found himself out of commission once again.

Now as he opened his eyes and found that he wasn't heavily bound, he allowed himself to stand. He wasn't sick on his feet so there was no way the trickster had drugged him. He looked around the room, half shocked to find that he knew where he was. He was back at Bobby's and in the old room that he and Dean used to have whilst they were kept up here whenever their father had hunted. Sam paused, glancing at various photographs and wishing that once again, he didn't have to remember his brother like this. He was in hell and was never coming back.

Straining his ears at the voices he distantly heard, he crumbled his eyebrows in confusion and didn't hesitate in getting closer to them. They were definitely far too loud for him not to be curious over what this was about. He hung by the stairs and trudged down stealthily so as not to make any noise. Bobby was arguing with a man in a trench coat and the trickster was near them. Raising an eyebrow, he silently sat where he was knowing there was no way they'd tell him anything if he interrupted them mid conversation.

It was pretty interesting.

"You don't know what you're doing asking this of him," Bobby was saying. "Do you really think that offering him something good will make up for the bad things that already had-"

"Do you want me to erase the period he was without him? I can do that," The trench coat wearing man had said as though he was promising Bobby that. "I don't disagree that this is bad for him which is why I was already planning on it-"

"What little bro means is that he was planning on wiping everyone's minds of his existence right from the start," The trickster cut in with a smug grin. "I told him there's just some things he would never understand but he chooses not to believe me. Why I'll never know-"

"Gabriel hold your tongue, I don't think we should tell Bobby everything. For one, it's the right thing to do. Angels aren't supposed to be on earth-"

"Right and aren't you the sharpest crayon in the box," Bobby mumbled before he could stop himself.

"I'm no crayon and we're wasting time. Time that could be spent on filling in the Winchester so that we could stop all this fruitless fighting-"

"Fighting which began because of some stupid angel fight?" Bobby asked as though he couldn't stand to hear it again.

"No the apocalypse started the fight between us. If you want it to go on, be my guess but I'm not going to let it come to pass," the man with the trench coat continued and Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah and the biggest mistake you yahoos are making is talking really loud where someone could listen in," he thought by then at least his brother would take the hint and shut up. The angel looked around him and then looked as though he was staring past the blind side of the stairs to where Sam was.

Sam quickly backed up and quickly told himself that they couldn't see him and he was just being paranoid. How in the hell could they see him anyways when he was well hidden? It showed right then when he turned and found himself face to face with Gabriel, as the others had called him. His mind instantly went to what he knew about an angel by the name of Gabriel and he gaped in shock. This man was no trickster, he had always been an angel!

"You could bring Dean back, can't you?" He found himself asking despite knowing the answer beforehand. He looked up waiting to see if he would tell him anything differently but when the angel refused to give him even a reply, he quickly hit the angel on the shoulder without even thinking. "Bring Dean back."

The angel seemingly sighed but did nothing and Sam quickly started to lose it. Hitting him in the shoulder again, he did nothing to stop him however and seemed like he was resigned to allow him to do so.

"You could take all the frustration you want on me, but it doesn't mean I could do what you want or even need. No you have to do more than that," Sam beat on his shoulder, chest, anything that he could get in contact with without really hurting him. He knew it would take far more but that still didn't stop him from consciously stopping himself from going overboard with this.

"Bring him back. Please bring him back!" He was crumbling at the need to have his brother back and Gabriel knew it. He didn't stop the Winchester from what he was doing however because he knew it wouldn't hurt and the younger brother had so much hurt buried deep within that he was going to hurt himself if he didn't get it out. That much was obvious now. "Bring Dean back please. JUST BRING HIM BACK!"

Bobby had quickly interrupted, grabbing the Winchester into a hug and didn't leave much room to escape. He knew Sam and knew that after he was done fighting Gabriel that he would try to run. Sam did try too. He didn't want to hurt or feel or have the knowledge of his brother's death. It was too painful. Bobby wouldn't let go though and before he could stop himself, he was sobbing into the man's shoulder. Bobby just held him tightly allowing him to cry, happy for the release. Sam needed this, he told himself. He told himself his own tears was because he was happy that Sam was finally feeling something and not because he felt sad for the poor boy. He was basically all this kid had in his life if that didn't include the weird angels in his house and Bobby would be damned if he let them close enough to be able to hurt him. Finally Sam quieted down in Bobby's arms, making only the occasional sniffle and sob but that didn't stop Bobby from soothingly rubbing small circles into his back.

"Are we done, because I believe that we need to talk some things over that does not involve the brother unfortunately."

"You brought him back before-"

"It was a time loop you moron. There's nothing I could do to prevent the hell he's been through already," Gabriel admitted.

Sam honestly didn't want to hear that but Bobby wasn't releasing him and he was spent. He was tired of running. Gabriel seemed to sense it for he snapped his fingers and they found themselves on the couch. The man in the trench coat looked between them but didn't say anything elicitation an eye roll from the other angel.

"So if angels aren't supposed to leave heaven, why are you two?" Sam found himself asking before he could stop himself.

Gabriel looked amused but the other angel looked like he was seriously over thinking this.

"We are at war to stop the coming of an apocalypse." He answered and Sam nodded. "I don't think their intentions were to fight us on these issues but the fact does remain. When we killed Lilith, we put a big dent in their plans and they need to find another way."

"So what you're doing could be considered rebelling? How does that work out in heaven?" Sam was confused. Here were actual angels telling him that they left heaven in order to save it and yet he found himself unable to believe that for some reason. It could be because of how they chose to indulge the information. "What would you get as a punishment when returning?"

"That's the thing, we won't be until this war is over. If we're caught we could face floggings or worse and I don't think we'd like that, now would we?" Gabriel reciprocated .

Bobby rolled his eyes at the so called angels.

"I don't care what you angels think as long as it doesn't involve the whole world combusting-"

"The whole would will combust if we don't save it."

Sam sometimes dreamt about angels when he was younger and having the knowledge from the bible at his disposal, he still wasn't prepared to meet one. He didn't know why but the one in the trench coat at least seemed to give a little bit of a damn. Still he couldn't do anything to help them out. He wasn't like he used to be.

"I'm sorry," He told them. "I can't help you, I just can't-"

"Right because you are whining and moping whilst the big bad come out to play," Gabriel got out before Mr. Trench coat could stop him. The look he gave the trickster made Sam's eyes go huge. Anyone else and the trickster would have probably done something.

"Wait, first off I don't even know your name and about the mission. It's impossible to fight all these angels-"

"Do you have faith?" the angel asked.

Sam looked at him oddly. He did have faith up to the point that it failed him in the moment he truly needed his big brother. What was faith if the things he believed in had never came true.

"My name is Castiel and I'm the angel of Thursday," he introduced. Sam nodded, not having found his voice to speak. Cas didn't seem to care much for he went on with little prodding. "You know what Azazel had done to you as a baby so you must know why retiring is a bad idea. Nobody is ever going to let you rest until we stop this. We need-"

"Did you lose someone as close as Dean?" Sam demanded finding his voice. "I can't even sleep an hour without thinking about him and yet you expect me to pick up like this isn't going to be one big memory trip! I have to tell you-"

Gabriel whistled and Bobby looked horrified but none so much as Sam whose face broke out in shock. Cas reasoned he shouldn't have shut him up with his mouth this way but the way he went on, Cas couldn't come to understand these human emotions. Sam sat back in a daze as Bobby whipped himself between them and growled.

"What gave you the right to do that?"

"I saw it in, uh, you call it a television. The man shut the other man up by kissing them-"

"And what happened next?" Bobby asked already regretting his bit of sarcasm.

"I believe that they began some ludicrous activity and-Oh so I shouldn't do that as a way to shut him up because I can't feel love for Sam?"

Bobby nodded, happy that he finally got some sort of wacked up cause for not giving Bobby a heart attack instead of no explanation at all. He turned to them and wondered if Dean was here, if he would have fallen for that at all. Obviously not but Bobby knew that the elder Winchester wasn't here. Hell John Winchester was long dead and there was no barrier at all anymore for the young Winchester. He was in the dead center of all this and as much as he wanted to deny it, he admitted Cas did have a little bit of a point. Sam was moping around and if this wasn't a Godsend to him, Bobby didn't know how else to help Sam. He found himself coming to regret this but Bobby really began to think Cas could help Sam out if anything. He just hoped he wasn't wrong.

"No, you can't do that even if you loved Sam with all your heart," Bobby corrected.

Cas looked over in curiosity and Bobby continued.

"In order for you to do that with Sam, you should marry him. I don't want you to get the idea that if you kiss him, you could do whatever you want with him."

Cas nodded as though he gotten it but Bobby knew he hadn't. It wasn't any previous century though and he wouldn't get away doing that to someone else so he was at least glad that they had the opportunity to correct it before it got out of hand.

"Will you help us Sam? We could use the help and you will get your brother back. Regardless if you help or not, when the war is over, we'll bring him back to you." He paused and Sam took a deep breath, watching as the angel continued. "You have my word."

Sam didn't know what it was but looking into the angel's deep soothing and pierce blue eyes, he told himself that helping would decrease the waiting time to see his brother again. If he were to help he could make sure of when it was over and get his promise kept as well. But most of all he told himself that he was helping not because he thought of the angel in a manner that he should not but because it was like having someone to talk to again that wasn't Bobby. Cas could use a friend too, he reasoned.

"Okay, I'll help," he said.

He didn't know if he'd regret it or not later but right now it was all he could do.