Randomness. Sammy is in this chapter; as well as some Dean/Gabriel events.

Dean decides to help Gabriel out of his situation…for a price. Sam and Dean meet up again and things go awry.

Dean sighed as he parked the Impala across the street from the Green in the small town of Colchester, CT. He had sworn to himself that he would not interfere with Sam's life but he could not stop himself. He wanted to be sure Sammy was alright.

It was the third Tuesday of the month and that meant the town was having their monthly car show. Sam would come here with Lydia each time one occurred; and almost every time, Dean would show up and stand in the darkness to see his brother living in happiness with his perfect woman.

His stomach sunk when he saw the tall frame of Sam stepping out of a little Ford Fusion across the green. He wanted nothing more than to run over and give him a slap on the back and just be brothers but he knew that it would be a bad idea.

"Hello Deano," that annoying voice chirped beside him.

"Dammit Gabriel," Dean growled, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat.

Gabriel smiled smugly and stretched his arm across the seats. He narrowed his eyes at Sam and Lydia and let out a long whistle.

"Damn, your brother has fine taste in women," he said with another grin.

"Get the hell out of here," Dean snapped "and leave Sam alone."

"Oh, I am not here for Sammy," Gabriel said, hitting that nerve in Dean.

"What do you want?" Dean asked trying to refrain to punching the angel square in the jaw.

There was a moment of silence where Gabriel thought about what to say next. He knew the end result already but there was no harm in asking, right? No, he had very good reason to ask.

Dean waited as the angel contemplated. He was already getting frustrated and this silence was making it worse "Hello? Earth to angel?"

Gabriel smiled and in a blast, his wings suddenly filled the entire car.

"Dammit Gabe, really?" Dean hissed, eyes darting around the windows as though he were afraid someone would see his car full of rainbow feathers. He felt as though he were suffocating. The Impala was definitely not made to fit archangel wings.

"Can you please just groom them a little? They are tangled in the back and I can't reach." Gabriel asked, feeling stupid for needing a human. He could get most of it but there were parts he couldn't reach and strangely enough, an angel did not have the power to fix his own wings.

"Why don't you ask one of your brothers?" Dean said, trying to lean away from the silky feathers. He couldn't ignore the warm sensations they sent through his revealed skin, though. The temptation to touch them was almost unbearable.

"Because Dean, they are the reason my wings are all screwed up," Gabriel said, grinning when he thought about the little fight he had with Raphael earlier. It was just a stupid brotherly scuffle for no real reason. Angels had their moments as well.

Dean stared at him with a flat expression but he could tell that this wasn't just some trick. He was being serious.

"They really hurt," Gabriel added.

Dean took a deep breath "You owe me big time if I do this," he said.

"Anything for you, Dean," Gabriel said, smirking seductively.

Dean rolled his eyes "If I do this for you, it can't be in the car. They are way too big. I feel like I'm suffocating."

"That's what she said," Gabriel said, not able to let that one go. He put it on himself.

Dean couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He had that one coming and of course Gabriel was the one to catch it.

Gabriel opened the door and slid out, sighing when his wings breathed in the fresh air. They felt sore and that made him weary.

Dean stepped out of the car and walked towards Gabriel, stopping to observe how elegant Gabriel's wings looked in the sunlight. He then walked behind angel to get a look at the damage.

"What the hell did you do?" Dean asked when he noticed how badly the feathers in the middle were tangled, almost in knots. There were even a few spots that looked as though they had been burned.

"Me and Raphael got into an argument," Gabriel said, his wings twitching at the thought that someone that could fix them was standing just a few feet away.

"About what?" Dean questioned curiously, wondering what angels argued about.

"I pulled one of his feathers out and hit him with it," Gabriel said, grinning, "The look on Raphael's face was so priceless."

"He deserved it," Dean muttered, remembering he was the reason Castiel started a Civil War in Heaven.

"Thank you. That is exactly what I said," Gabriel said, spinning around to face Dean "Now are you just going to stand there or can you help a brother out?"

"We are nothing close to brothers…don't know if you remember, but you iced me about 1000 times in that Mystery Spot," Dean said irritably.

"Guilty…I admit I was a very naughty angel…" Gabriel smirked.

Dean ground his teeth in annoyance. Why was he even going to help this archangel? He did not deserve it in any way.

"Where is Cas?" Dean questioned, remembering what happened last time he touched Gabriel's wings "I haven't seen him all day."

"He is running an errand…shouldn't be done until later," Gabriel said, proud of his work.

"Oh so you planned this?" Dean inquired.

"Of course…now please hurry. This is really uncomfortable," Gabriel said and Dean could hear the almost begging tone. He loved how he could have that effect on angels now.

"Naw, I think I might wait," Dean said, crossing his arms.

"Anything you want," Gabriel said, hating himself for being so needy.

Dean lifted his eyebrows "Anything?" his forehead creased as he thought about it. Ah, there we go "I want a million dollars."

"Done," Gabriel said "Once you fix my wings, you can have it."

"And just where are you going to get a million dollars?" Dean questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"I've been on Earth a very long time, Dean. I seemed to have accumulated quite a bit of unnecessary human things," Gabriel said, thinking about the three million dollar jackpot he won in Las Vegas years back. Of course, he angel-rigged the machine but it was well worth it. He still had about two million of it left.

"Alright," Dean said thrilled at the idea of having so much money.

Gabriel instantly straightened up and let his wings relax so Dean could find the feathers.

Dean sighed and shook his head as he walked behind the angel with tangled wings. He took a deep breath as he placed his hands on a knot of the feathers. In an instant, the warm rush of giddiness passed over him but he breathed it out and went to work.

Gabriel stiffened at the tender fingers on his wings. A rush of euphoria swept through him and he knew already that he was addicted to the feel of this. He closed his eyes as he enveloped in the sensation. He twitched and let out a small giggle when Dean touched a spot that prickled through his entire body.

Dean grinned when he ran his fingers across the silky feathers that seemed to tickle the angel below him. Through the connection, he could feel what Gabriel was feeling and he let out a laugh when it prickled down to his toes.

His jaw hurt as he tried to hold back the laughter that dared to come out. He was now untangling some of the last feathers. He closed his fingers around one of the feathers closest to the center of Gabriel's back.

Gabriel's eyes popped open when Dean suddenly hit a spot. His stomach dropped and his heart fluttered as pleasure warmed through his veins, ending in a certain inappropriate place. He glanced down worriedly.

Dean gasped and jumped back when he felt that all too familiar presence inside of him that emanated from Gabriel. He could see all of the muscles on the angel stiffen.

"What the hell, Gabe?" Dean exclaimed, trying to shake off the feelings the angel poured into him.

"I'm sorry Dean but you just found my spot," Gabriel said, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment.

"Did you seriously have to pass them into me?" Dean asked, his own cheeks reddening as he tried to fix himself in his jeans.

"I don't know how to control it," Gabriel defended, not wanting to turn and face Dean "Please; there are just a few more knots."

Dean took a deep breath and ground his teeth, muttering "Don't do that again."

"I'll try not to," Gabriel promised, relaxing when the feathers Dean touched were just more of that tickling feel. He closed his eyes as his body became more and more relaxed.

Dean scanned the wings for any knots he might have missed; that was when he noticed one feather that seemed out of the ordinary. He tilted his head slightly to get a better look. It was noticeably smaller than the others in the area and it was badly charred. He knit his eyebrows and gently took the feather into his fingers. He was surprised when he felt a sort of iciness pooling out of his own fingertips and into the feather and his eyes widened when the burnt feather completely healed.

Gabriel's head became heavy when he felt a coolness coming from Dean's hand and before he knew it, everything was becoming blank.

Dean gasped when all of the Gabriel's weight abruptly fell on top of him. Caught unaware, he wasn't able to catch balance before he collapsed on his back, the angel unconscious on top of him. Gabriel's wings were banqueted across the ground and all over Dean blocking his vision completely.

. . .

Sam stopped dead in his tracks when the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. It was a tell-tale sign that an angel was near. His heart picked up in pace as he darted his eyes across the field. That was when he could see it; a 1967 Chevy Impala.

"Sam is everything okay?" Lydia asked, aware of his hesitance.

Sam stared at the car; somewhere deep inside of him hoped it was Dean. He hadn't seen him for almost four months now. What were the chances, though? This was a car show and that model is a collector's item so of course someone would bring it here.

"Sam?" Lydia asked again, holding her hand over her 6 month pregnant stomach.

Sam finally turned his eyes over to her and he smiled. She was so beautiful with her long wavy auburn hair and bright chocolate brown eyes. She seemed concerned as she placed a gentle hand on his arm.

He stole another glance at the Impala and his heart practically burst out of his ribcage when he saw a man with short dark hair stand up from the other side. Could that actually be Dean?

"I-I think that's my brother," Sam said, not moving his eyes.

Without another word, he began to saunter over to the Impala. Something was happening, people surrounding the car. They were all staring down.

. . .

"He is fine. He just had too much to drink," Dean said to a concerned citizen who stopped.

He sighed, laughing inside at how he knocked out an archangel with a single touch. He quickly shooed away a few other people, standing a good distance away so they wouldn't stand on Gabriel's wings. He really didn't want to have to fix them again and no doubt Gabriel would blame him.

They finally all backed away and Dean leaned down to inspect the angel "Gabriel?" he whispered "Get up, numbnuts." He gave the angel a slap on the cheek; nothing.

"Dean?" Sam asked, peering over the hood of the Impala.

Dean jumped up, suddenly aware of where he was. He hated to admit it but he completely forgot about Sam. He spun and smiled widely as he jumped over the hood to pull his brother into a back-breaking hug.

"Sammy!" Dean said enthusiastically, momentarily forgetting about Gabriel.

Sam smiled warmly as he hugged his brother back "It's been a while, Dean. Where have you been?"

"Oh here and there," Dean said, smiling at Lydia as she walked over. He still couldn't believe that his little brother was going to be a father.

"Hello Lydia," Dean said warmly, giving her a soft hug "It's nice to see you two."

"Hi Dean," Lydia said, holding a hand over her stomach.

Sam knit his eyebrows when he noticed a man stop on the other side of the Impala and stare down with a confused expression. He was glad to be tall at the moment. He lifted his head slightly and his eyes widened to see an unconscious man on the other side. He couldn't tell who it was because they were facing the other way.

"Honey, could you please go and get us some Cokes?" Sam asked Lydia.

She took the hint and nodded, giving him a quick peck before turning away.

Dean stared guiltily at the ground when Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

"Dean, what is going on?" he demanded, walking over to the other side. The other man quickly walked away.

Dean's stomach turned as he jumped over the hood to avoid Sam stepping all over Gabriel's wings. He held out his arms to stop his brother.

Sam gasped when he realized who was unconscious on the ground "Dean! What the hell!" he hissed.

"Please Sam…this doesn't involve you," Dean said, hating himself for already bringing Sam back into the supernatural.

"What are you talking about? You have an archangel lying unconscious outside your car!" Sam shouted in a whisper.

Dean's heart almost stopped when he felt the familiar tingling of the mark on his shoulder. Oh so not a good time. Castiel suddenly appeared behind Sam and from the look on his face, he was not happy.

Sam knit his eyebrows when he noticed the pale expression on his brother. He turned and his stomach almost fell to the ground to see the angel in the tan trench coat standing in front of him with a look on his face that could freeze lava.

"Cas?" Sam asked, suddenly feeling extremely pissed off. How could Dean have left this out? Castiel, close to family to both of them, was back and he didn't even get a phone call or text?

"Hello Sam," Castiel said, giving Sam a polite nod before his eyes set on Gabriel.

"C-Cas," Dean said his voice shaky.

Castiel's eyes burned holes into Dean's skull and Sam could sense the tension.

He cleared his throat and turned back to Dean "You better call me as soon as you get back to your motel. We need to talk." With that, he stormed away, meeting up with an all-too confused Lydia on the way. She glanced back as Sam pulled her away.

Dean's heart pounded like a bat in a cage "Cas…it's not what it looks like," he said. He mentally punched himself in the face for using those words.

Castiel couldn't believe the fury that was pulsating through him. He took a few deep breaths before walking over to his unconscious brother. He tilted his head slightly, confused. He had never seen an angel like this before. He probed his mind but got nothing but strange scenarios; he was dreaming.

"Put him in the car," Castiel demanded, knowing that it was going to take a while for Gabriel to wake from this.

Dean nodded and opened the door to the backseat. He ground his teeth as he tried to lift the surprisingly heavy angel.

Castiel sighed and shoved Dean out of the way and lifted Gabriel into the backseat like he was nothing but a dog. He quickly pushed the wings inside and slammed the door, causing a few car fanatics to flinch at the sound of this beauty being abused.

Dean stood back, his own anger beginning to fume "Seriously Cas?"

Castiel glared at him with the feeling of what Dean called 'jealousy' pulsing through him. He had a right to be mad. He turned his eyes away from Dean and climbed into the passenger's seat and slammed the door again. He would zap them to a motel but with Gabriel in this situation, he would not get very far.

Now Dean was furious. He hopped into the driver's side and closed the door extra softly. He turned to Castiel, who was staring straight ahead.

"You can be a dick all you want Castiel but don't take it out on my baby," Dean said, knowing that it would make the angel angrier but that was exactly what he wanted at the moment.

"Drive," Castiel said, still not moving his eyes.

"No. Not until you tell me what has your feathers in a bunch," Dean snapped, wanting to grin at his term.

"I said drive Dean," Castiel said with a voice like poison.

"No," Dean said stubbornly, closing his hand around the keys.

He jumped when the car unexpectedly began to rumble beneath them and began to shift into drive. He shot his eyes at Castiel, who still wouldn't look at him. He had his hand curled in means to control the vehicle.

"Fine fine," Dean said quickly, saving his baby from a death sentence by a pissed off angel.

Dean rolled his eyes as he stuck the keys in the ignition and began to drive to the closest motel.

. . .

The drive to the motel was silent on both their parts. Dean didn't want to speak when Castiel was over-reacting. Castiel didn't know what to say and he didn't want to do something he would regret. The thing that made the drive more awkward was the soft snoring of Gabriel in the back seat.

Once they rented a motel room, Dean was setting his stuff on the bed when Castiel popped into the room, holding Gabriel bridal style. He tossed him on the second bed rather harshly and Dean just rolled his eyes.

"Dean," Castiel said, staring at his charge. He couldn't wrap his mind around what Dean was doing with Gabriel and he wondered if Gabriel would end up winning Dean over. He just couldn't bear the thought of that.

"What Cas?" Dean snapped.

"What were you doing with Gabriel?" Castiel probed.

"I was helping him with his wings. They were all sorts of fucked up," Dean said firmly. He indeed did not do anything wrong and he knew that.

Castiel narrowed his cold blue eyes at Dean "Why?"

"Because Cas, I can,alright?" Dean said flatly, pulling off his shoes.

"You know how I feel about that, Dean," Castiel said, keeping a blank face.

Dean was losing it "What does that matter, Castiel, you don't own me. I have free will and if I want to help out a friend than I can do so."

Castiel flinched inside at Dean saying he didn't own him. Of course Castiel knew he didn't own Dean but he cared about him in a way that he had never felt and he didn't want to share him with anyone, particularly not another angel; especially not Gabriel, of all.

"What did you do to him?" Castiel asked Dean, glancing at the unconscious archangel.

Dean ground his teeth and took a deep breath to calm down "All I did was un-tangle his feathers. Apparently, I touched the wrong one."

There was a moment of silence as Castiel thought about it. He had heard stories of angels each having one feather as a weak spot. It is different for all and when it is touched, it will knock the angel unconscious for an hour or so. He didn't believe it was true but now he had to. He still didn't like the idea of Dean getting so close to Gabriel. He also realized he had no right to treat Dean like he was. Dean had said himself that he has free will and he was just helping out a friend.

"Dean," Castiel said softly.

Dean snapped his eyes at Castiel, who winced slightly at how dark they were.

"No Cas, you have seriously screwed up this time. I didn't want any of this for Sam and you knew that! Sam seeing Gabriel is one thing but seeing you. Dammit Cas, he thought you were dead and now I have a giant load of shit on my plate and a lot of questions to answer so don't you dare Dean me," he snapped, his voice like a whip.

Castiel frowned and stared at the floor "I'm so-"

"-Don't you dare try those puppy dog eyes on me," Dean growled, quickly looking away. It was one thing to say it but an entire different thing to act on it. He knew inside that if he stared into those innocent angel eyes, he would succumb. No, he was not going to do it this time.

There was a long moment of silence in which neither of them spoke. Dean lay back on the bed, relaxing the bump on his head he received when Gabriel fell on him. Castiel sat on a chair on the other side of the room, trying to think of a way to make this up to Dean. He had no right to appear in front of Sam but he was just so angry. He did not understand why he had so many emotions…human emotions were radiating through him and it was all so confusing. He decided he would try and ask the other angels what they mean.

Dean had already texted Sam the address to the motel and knew he would be showing up any time now.

"Would you like me to leave?" Castiel asked, standing up.

"No Castiel, it's really pointless now. Sam already saw you and he is going to want to see you again. So just sit back down," Dean said, grimacing at the angel, who nodded and sat back down.

There was a loud snort and suddenly Gabriel shot up in the bed, panting.

Dean sat up and Castiel glanced over.

Gabriel sat up in the bed in confusion. Last thing he remembered was standing by Dean's car, getting his feathers fixed. He turned his eyes to Dean, who was watching him with an amused expression.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked.

"I knocked you out. You'll be fine," Dean said, smirking.

"How did you manage that?" Gabriel questioned, his head throbbing.

"I guess I touched the wrong feather," Dean said, shrugging.

"Huh," Gabriel said, rubbing his eyes "Hope you don't remember where it is. Don't need you knocking me out when you get bored."

"He will not do it again because he will not touch your filthy wings again," Castiel suddenly said darkly.

Gabriel now noticed the other angel in the room. He lifted his eyebrows "Is that so?" he asked.

"Cas, shut the hell up or I'll give him another wing massage just to piss you off," Dean warned. He was serious about it, too.

Castiel glowered at Gabriel, who gave him a smug smirk.

There was a knock on the door and Dean shot them both a wary glance before opening it.

Dean took a deep breath and slowly slid open the door. Sam stood there, his eyes dark as he inspected the room. Without a word, he pushed past his brother and walked in, giving both angels a long look.

"Sammy!" Gabriel crooned.

Sam ignored the annoying archangel and turned his focus to Castiel, who lowered his eyes. He knew he had wronged Sam and perhaps he would not be as forgiving as Dean.

"Castiel…gosh, it is great to see you alive," Sam said truthfully.

"It is nice to see you as well, Sam," Castiel said, giving him a nod.

Dean took a deep breath as he sat on the empty bed. His mind was running a million miles a minute.

"So can I start by asking what the hell is going on here? When did Castiel come back and how?" Sam asked, standing in the middle of the room.

Dean was about to speak but Castiel beat him to it "Well Sam. I was dead but my Father decided to bring me back with Dean. I do not know the entire reason –"

Dean's heart stopped for a moment.

"-Wait a sec," Sam stopped Castiel.

Dean shot Castiel the 'if looks could kill' with his eyes.

Castiel tilted his head, wondering what he said wrong.

"What do you mean brought you back with Dean?" Sam asked and the silence in the room became sickening.

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows "Oh, someone's going to be in big trouble," he said, darting eyes at Castiel, who suddenly seemed to understand what he did wrong. He bowed his head.

Dean lowered his eyes, his mind scanning for a good enough excuse that Sam would believe. He sighed "Gabriel and Castiel…leave right now," he said through clenched teeth.

"Bye," Gabriel said quickly, vanishing before he became the Winchester scapegoat.

Castiel nodded, willing to do anything Dean asked at the moment and in a flurry of feathers, he disappeared.

"Dean," Sam said in that tone that Dean hated so much.

When Dean didn't reply, Sam decided to sit on the opposite bed, trying to wrap his mind around what Castiel had meant. All he could think of was that Dean died…again. His breath was shaky as he thought about it.

"Sam…it's not what it sounds like," Dean started, trying to stall until he found a reason. Damn he was using that type of excuse a lot.

"What exactly did he mean?" Sam asked, taking a steady breath so he wouldn't lose control.

Dean sighed and turned to his brother "Sammy, I don't want you to get involved," he said, running his hand through his hair.

"Too late, Dean; I am involved. Now tell what is happening," Sam barked, irritated that Dean was trying to leave him out.

"I started hunting again a little over two months ago," Dean said, recalling the night he died in the vampire mill.

"Seriously Dean," Sam sighed, annoyed that his brother would do it alone.

"So on my first day back hunting, I was after a few vampires…" Dean continued, flinching as he waited for his brother's anger.

"Seriously? Of all things you go out and hunt vampires alone? How many were there? Or did you even know?" Sam asked.

"I thought there was only a few but I misjudged…I killed one but you know, I couldn't fight them all off and they killed me," Dean said quickly, not meeting Sam's eyes.

"After everything you've been through, you were killed by a couple friggen vampires?" Sam asked "Dean, how could you go out hunting again. You promised you were done."

"Sam, I tried normal a few times now and I just can't do it. I live for the hunt and that is never going to change," Dean said "and I didn't tell you because I knew how you would react and I need you to be happy. You have a kid on the way, Sammy. You aren't fit for this lifestyle anymore." He was getting mad.

"So you died? How did they kill you?" Sam asked with a strained voice, hoping for the least hurtful way.

"I was drained of blood," Dean said, his cheeks reddening that he went out so pitifully.

Sam nodded, closing his eyes and trying to hold back tears at the thought that Dean had died and he might have not even known about it. He cleared his throat "So when did Cas come back?"

"I guess he came back when I did. All I knew was that I woke in the mill with him. He had killed all of the vampires and told me he was brought back," Dean said, leaving out the part about wings. That was something Sam really didn't need to know about.

Sam closed his eyes, trying to shake out the images of his brother pale and lifeless on the floor. He took a deep breath "Why didn't you tell me about Cas?"

"Because you didn't need to get involved," Dean snapped.

"You seriously gonna' go there? Remember how pissed you were when I came back from Hell and left you out?" Sam hissed "At least I had an excuse."

"Oh shut the hell up. You can't even compare the two. I thought you were dead, Sammy, dead. I had to live with that thought every day for a year. A year of hating myself for not saving you," Dean said angry that Sam would try to bring it up.

Sam stared at the floor, knowing that Dean was right but he was still mad. Before he knew what he was saying, the words slipped "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? What next, you gonna' say Bobby is back from the dead and you've been having tea parties?"

Anger flared through Dean and he leapt to his feet the moment Bobby's name left Sam's lips; he threw a punch into his brother's jaw. Sam jumped up to his feet, his eyes lit.

"How dare you bring Bobby into this? What the hell is your problem," Dean growled, trying to refrain from crying in front of his younger brother. He missed Bobby more than anyone would ever know.

"Did you ever once consider trying to call dear Bobby?" an accent sounded across the room.

Both of the brothers darted their eyes at the angel who was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. For a moment, their anger on each other settled on this angel.

"Whoa, stop with the death stares. I'm merely suggesting you try and call the man before you tear each other's throats out," Balthazar said holding up his hands.

"Bobby is dead," Dean said, trying to mask the pain in his voice.

"So were you two…multiple times," Balthazar said "I'm just wondering if you even went to visit the old man's house." When Dean and Sam both descended towards him, he snapped his fingers and vanished.

Curiosity seeped into Dean as he pulled out his cell. He dialed in Bobby's personal number and his heart almost leapt out of his chest when someone picked up.

"Hello?" Bobby's voice sounded on the other line.

Dean froze at loss for words. Sam watched in wonder when Dean turned pale. He leaned in to hear a voice on the other end.

"If that's you idjits, you better have a damn excuse for not calling me sooner," Bobby said on the other line.

. . .

The end came a little rapidly but I enjoyed writing this chapter. I just love to write about Dean and Gabriel with Castiel's jealousy. Hehe.

Please please please leave a review. They are so dear to me.