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I really hope you enjoy this next chapter…just an idea that came to me and it's simple but sweet all the same…just things that I wished would have happened in the show. Let me know if you agree?

Plot: Gabriel decides to prove a point to Dean by causing him to relive some of Dean's best and worst memories with Castiel to show Dean what was right in front of his eyes from the beginning! ^-^

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Chapter 12: Back Off My Angel, Skank:

Dean jumped slightly when he suddenly heard a whistling. His eyes popped open and he realized he was holding the demon knife, spinning it on the table, pointed end down. He knit his eyebrows, trying to remember where he was. He darted his eyes over to see Bobby sitting across from him, whistling quietly and holding a sawed-off shotgun in his hands.

He then stared around to realize they were in a large room covered with hundreds of talismans, sigils and traps all scattered across the walls and floor. Something seemed extremely familiar about this but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't remember going anywhere with Bobby…the last thing he remembered was going back to the motel room after the werewolf hunt in Providence.

He pondered for a moment and stared down at the knife he was fiddling with. He stared over at Bobby "What is going on?" he questioned.

Bobby's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at Dean "Nothing…I did the ritual correct…you okay?"

Dean just stared at him as the pieces formed. He remembered this now…the paintings across the room, the arrangement of weapons and the sound of wind whipping outside. This was the day he met Castiel.

He opened his mouth to say something when Bobby jumped up to his feet, gun ready and pointed to the double doors what were closed tightly with a wooden plank through the handles. The doors pounded a few times before the wood finally snapped and a figure walked through the door.

Dean stood up beside Bobby with a smile as he watched the man in the beige trench coat, blue tie, slightly unbuttoned white top and black vest walk through the door. He felt his heartbeat start to quicken pace as he set his eyes on the gorgeous sapphire blue. Castiel's eyes were determined and down to business as he walked with supremacy. Dean never realized at the time just how hot Castiel was when he was so…warrior-like.

He jumped when Bobby started to shoot his shotgun at the angel as he walked through the sparks from the lights bursting.

"Bobby what are you doing?" Dean shouted, trying to pull the gun from the older hunter "That's Cas."

Bobby gave him a wild look for a moment as if questioning his sanity.

Dean whirled back to see Castiel now just a few feet from him "Castiel?" he asked, unsure. He really had no idea what was going on.

"Yes Dean. I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition," Castiel said in his gravelly voice.

Dean let out a laugh "Yeah I get that," he said, losing his smirk when Castiel's azure eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Dean's eyes widened when Bobby went to swing a crowbar at his angel but Castiel whirled around, grabbed it in midair and held two fingers to the older hunter's head. Bobby fell to the ground with a thud.

Castiel turned back to Dean, who was staring in shock at how this-whatever this was-was just as he remembered "We need to talk, Dean…alone."

Dean just stared, wide-eyed as Castiel walked over to the table and started to skim through books. Dean really wanted to say something but he felt speechless "Is this some kind of joke?" he sputtered.

Castiel placed the book down and tilted his head slightly at Dean "Your friend is alive."

Dean nodded "I know," he said "What…what is going on?"

"I am an Angel of the Lord," Castiel said proudly, the way Dean remembered he would say it.

Dean laughed loudly and shook his head "Yeah I know…God knows I know…you've only said it about a hundred times."

Castiel tilted his head more, making Dean's stomach flutter. He missed that adorable little puppy dog head tilt. Wow did he wish he would have realized how much he cared about Castiel then.

"We haven't met Dean…" Castiel said, his voice wavering.

Dean shook his head "Yes we have…well, not at this time…but in present time, yes," he said.

Castiel just stared at him with knit eyebrows and that friggen head tilt "This is present time."

Dean sighed "No it's not…you're an 'angel of the lord'…you should know that this has already happened."

"Are you alright?" Castiel questioned, walking forward to close the space between him and Dean. Dean felt his heart race…he closed the last few inches of space and threw his arms around his angel. He embraced him tightly, breathing in that scent he loved so much.

"Dean? What are you doing?" Castiel asked, his body stiff.

Dean pulled back to stare into those soft, blue eyes "I love you," he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to the chapped but soft lips of his angel.

Castiel stiffened more and suddenly shoved Dean, who went flying into the wall behind him. He groaned as pain radiated through his back. He winced as he stood up, staring accusingly at his angel "What the hell, Cas."

Castiel's eyes were wider than Dean had ever seen them and his face seemed pale and his body remained unmoving. He looked like a statue as he gaped "Wh…," he stopped and licked his lips, "wh-why did you do that?" he stuttered, trying to find his voice.

Dean sighed and his stomach dropped "Am I dead?" he asked, remembering how a person relives their memories when they die.

"No Dean…you are very much alive," Castiel said, trying to figure out why Dean kissing him felt right and not wrong like it should.

"This is a memory," Dean said, scratching his head as he thought about it. He didn't remembering being killed…they finished the hunt…he was lying in the motel room. He pondered for a moment before sighing "Gabriel," he muttered, remembering the archangel saying 'I would have loved to see how differently things turned out if you just admitted to yourself how much you loved Castiel sooner.' It had been just a random banter from Gabriel at the time…Dean didn't think he would act upon it.

"Gabriel?" Castiel asked.

Dean nodded "Archangel Gabriel…I should have known he would pull some crap like this."

Castiel's eyes were wider, if possible "Gabriel…the archangel?"

Dean nodded "Uh…yeah," he said, now remembering that Gabriel was supposedly missing at this time.

"Where is he?" Castiel asked, his voice rising an octave as he thought about the elder angel he missed dearly.

"I have no idea where he is now. I know in the present time…he is probably sitting in my motel room, laughing his feathers off," Dean growled but he really didn't mind reliving memories with Castiel…it would be interesting.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Castiel said, backing up slightly when the hunter stepped towards him.

"We are together, Cas…in the present time…" Dean said his heart clenching to see his angel back away from him.

Castiel just stared some more, his ocean blue eyes glimmering.

"Let me see your wings," Dean said with a smile.

Castiel stared at him some more "You will see nothing but shadows," he pointed out.

Dean shook his head "Just trust me…I'll see them…as I said…we are 'together' in the present," his hands twitching to touch those wings.

Castiel looked unsure for a moment but if anyone knew Gabriel, it was him and he knew Gabriel was powerful enough to do something like this. He took a deep breath and let his aching wings expand to their full extent. He turned his eyes back to emerald orbs to see a reaction. He felt his wings suddenly reach forward, towards the hunter like a magnetic attraction.

Dean was smiling widely…it was genuine as they set on the wings and Castiel felt a blush creep over his cheeks when Dean spoke "They are incredibly beautiful right now," he whispered.

Castiel shrunk back slightly in defense when Dean reached his hand out to touch the wings. Nobody besides his brothers had ever touched his wings before and they were the most sensitive part of an angel so of course he had reason to fear a human he barely knew touching them.

"Cas…it's okay," Dean whispered, ignoring the pain in his chest from his angel flinching away. Castiel visibly relaxed as he stretched his hand out. Before he could touch them, the scenery suddenly changed and he was no longer standing in that room.

. . .

"Dammit," he hissed as he realized they were now in a different warehouse mill thing. He sighed, knowing instantly what memory this was but didn't remember exactly why this was important. Sammy and Anna stood beside him as Uriel and Castiel stood before him. The tension in the room was ridiculous.

"Why?" Sam asked, his voice raised as if Dean had personally done something to offend him.

"Because they gave him a choice…they either kill me or kill you," Anna said, staring at Sam. She turned to Castiel and Uriel "I know how their minds work."

Dean knit his eyebrows, trying to recall why this was important. He noticed that Uriel had a smug look on his face but Cas…no, Castiel looked truly upset about this. Dean stared for a moment as it became silent and his stomach dropped when he felt Anna grab his arm.

He turned to realize she was moving in for a kiss. He glanced at Castiel, who was staring at them with pain in his eyes that was clearly evident. Dean wondered how he never noticed it the first time this happened. He felt anger bubble inside of him as he remembered what she tried to do…she would end up leaving Heaven and going in the past to try and kill John and Mary. He ground his teeth and shoved Anna with quite a bit force.

She stumbled back a few feet, her eyes widened in shock.

"I know what you do in the future you selfish whore," Dean growled irritably.

"Dean!" Sam said, defensively standing on front of Anna.

There was a muttering of surprise from the angels and Dean turned in response. He could see the glint of relief pool on those azure eyes of his angel and without another moment of hesitation, Den bounded toward his blue-eyed angel. This was just a memory so what was the harm in surprising everyone with this reaction. He felt somewhat excited to see how this would turn out, especially with Uriel standing right there.

He felt Castiel stiffen when Dean wrapped his arms around that firm body. He used one hand to caress between the angel's shoulder blades and the other hand to pull those chapped and soft lips to his. He grinned into Castiel's mouth when he felt release of breath from the angel as Castiel's wings shot out and curled around Dean in need. Dean now clasped one hand around the arch of one of the wings while clutching the other into the silky smooth hair of his angel, the kiss intensifying when he felt Castiel shudder and moan into his mouth.

Dean could sense the awkward silence in the room and was surprised when he felt Castiel's body loosen up greatly as he snaked his arms around Dean's body. Dean let out a soft moan of his own as he felt those muscular arms embrace him tightly.

Sam stared in shock as he watched his brother attack Castiel with a ravage kiss and he felt confused to see Dean's hand closed around something in the air that he couldn't see…but he could tell that he must be doing something rash considering the way Castiel's back seemed to arch when he did it.

Dean reluctantly pulled away so he could see the look on Uriel's face. He knew this was a one-time thing and he just could not miss it. Dean stared into those ocean abysses of his angel for a long moment before averting his eyes to the enlarged dark brown eyes of the other angel.

Uriel's jaw was dropped slightly and for a moment, he just appeared speechless. Dean smirked to see the larger angel's wings now out and erect as if seeing Dean touching Castiel's made his needy for the same.

Dean stared at Uriel's wings for a moment, surprised at how different they were compared to the ones he had seen so far. They were slightly larger than Castiel's but shaped differently, not as arched as they were thick. The colors were emanating in a chocolaty auburn color that seemed to glow with silvery gold creases.

Castiel was panting, his pupils lust-blown at Dean.

Uriel's eyes suddenly turned angry and he took a step forward but he stopped when he noticed Castiel's long and artfully arched wings curl completely around Dean protectively. Dean grinned when he saw the beautiful glowing white feathers around him, radiating with colors of carmine red, grass green and midnight blue with hints of dark lavender, which Dean had begun to realize meant love, commitment and protectiveness.

"You can see them?" Uriel questioned, his eyes on Dean's.

Dean nodded "I can…yours looks like dirty sewer water," he insulted, knowing it was the worst thing someone could say to an angel. He felt proud when he watched Uriel's wings turn into a crimson red color, his dark eyes glowering fiery.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam asked, alarmed.

Dean caressed Castiel's feathers and heard Castiel let out a soft sound before the wings curled closer. Dean turned to face Sam and Anna, who were both staring wide-eyed.

"Dean," Anna said her voice filled with shock, disgust and betrayal.

"I have nothing to say to you…I know one day you're going to try and kill my mother and father," Dean said with distaste.

Her eyes widened "I would never do that," she defended.

Dean rolled his eyes "You will…and guess what?"

The room was silent and they all stared at Dean like he had ten heads.

"Michael is going to fry your ass from the inside out," Dean said with a smirk, remembering how awesome it looked. He disliked Michael greatly but he did have to give him credit on the way he did that.

Her face turned pale at the word 'Michael'.

"DEANO!" came a loud and gleeful voice.

Dean whirled around angrily to see Gabriel sauntering into the room, a large grin spread on his face and his wings emanating in bright colors of yellow, orange, gold and blue; they were swaying softly behind him in a state of relaxation. Dean felt Castiel's wings suddenly uncurl around him and he noticed how they arched back behind the angel as the range of emotions poured through them. He could see the excitement and fear at the same time in his angel.

"Gabriel," Uriel questioned "Where have you been?"

"Trickster?" Sam asked, his voice clearly confused. Dean shot his eyes at him with knit eyebrows before remembering that they didn't know he was an archangel at the time.

"Hello there moose," Gabriel said, winking at Sam, who backed up slightly.

"Gabriel," Castiel whispered, his voice low as he stared at the eldest angel in the room.

"Who's my favorite little angel," Gabriel crooned with a grin as he walked over to Castiel and pulled him into a long, wing-touching hug. He pulled away after a moment and Dean felt jealous over the way Castiel smiled at Gabriel but he knew it was for the simple reason they were close friends and this was the first time Castiel had seen Gabriel in many, many years.

"Michael will be pleased to see you've returned," Uriel said, his voice deep.

"Oh Michael will not know about this," Gabriel said "This is just an elaborate game from mwah," he motioned over his body.

"What is going on?" Sam asked.

Gabriel waved his hand and suddenly the room was silent "I'll see you in a few years, big boy," he said with another wink at Sam, whose eyes were wide as he held his throat. Anna was doing the same and her eyes were widened fearfully at the archangel.

"Yes Anna…Dean is correct…Michael will deal with you on another day," Gabriel added, turning to Dean, "Now to you."

"What is the meaning of this game?" Dean questioned.

Gabriel smirked "You like this one, don't you?" he asked.

"I'm done with it…bring me back," Dean said with a dark voice.

"I'm not done yet…you need to realize just how long you and lover boy have wanted each other," Gabriel said, pointing to Castiel, who had his head tilted in confusion.

"Yeah, I get it," Dean said "I've always wanted him…now can I go home?" he gave hopeful eyes.

"I said I'm not done yet," Gabriel reminded, his eyes mischievous "Though I have to admit, I love the way you're doing this. Jumping Cassie's bones right in front of Uriel…couldn't have done it better myself…your making this all the more entertaining…keep it up and I might let you out sooner."

Dean was about to say something when Gabriel snapped his fingers and the scene around them changed.

. . .

They were now sitting in a dark and dimly lit building. Crappy music played in the background as they sat at a table with a pink cloth over it and an oval lamp between him and Castiel. He knit his eyebrows and stared over at Castiel, whose eyes were widened and his eyebrows turned slightly in fear. His mouth was parted slightly and Dean could swear there was no color in his face.

Without thinking, he spoke "Hey relax," he said, trying to make his angel feel better.

Castel leaned in slightly "This is a den of iniquity…I should not be here," he said, his clear blue eyes serious.

Dean paused for a moment before remembering where they were. He grinned slightly at the memory.

A moment later, he noticed Castiel's eyes land on someone and he immediately looked uncomfortable. Dean turned to see a pretty bond with a nice smile walking over. She was wearing a white top that covered just a bit of her breasts with a bow in the middle with a see-through white veil attached. She had on white panties and white heels. She stopped beside him, her eyes hungrily on Castiel "Hi, what's your name?" she asked, smiling.

Castiel stiffened, his eyes on her with a look of fear. Dean felt his stomach drop when he realized what was going to happen. At the time, it seemed right…now…no, he was not going to let this girl even lay a finger on his angel.

He ground his teeth when the girl grabbed Castiel's hand and began to stand him up. Dean jumped to his feet and immediately stepped in between them, removing her hand gently from Castiel's. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Chastity, right?" he asked, not entirely sure if that was her name.

She nodded, her eyes widening more in confusion on how he knew that.

Dean grabbed Castiel's hand tightly "Back off my man," he said before whirling around and closing his arms around his angel, pulling him into a passionate kiss in the middle of the aisle. He could hear whispers and feel eyes on him from all around. He felt somewhat bad for making Castiel feel uncomfortable in all these situations but that didn't matter to him. All he cared about was making sure that whore didn't touch his man. Then suddenly, the scene whirled around him again.

. . .

"Effing Gabriel," Dean hissed as he examined his new surroundings. They were in a narrow hallway…it was him, Sam, Castiel and Meg. He could hear Hellhounds barking through the door down the hall.

Oh he remembered this and hell no, she was not going to go there. He glanced up to see Meg moving towards Castiel to kiss him. Dean instantly leapt between the two of them and shoved Meg with such brute force that she went tumbling into the wall. Dean then whirled around to Castiel, grabbed his tie and yanked his angel into a rough kiss.

He could hear the gasps and hisses of surprise from behind him and he grinned when Castiel grabbed onto his shoulders and slammed him into the wall behind them. He smirked and felt warmth move towards his groin at the dominance Castiel was playing. Dean reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to stare at Meg, who had a grin on her face but her eyes were filled with anger.

"Back off my angel, skank," Dean sneered before he felt Castiel grab onto his face and their lips crashed together. Dean moaned softly when he felt the angel's body press up against his, pinning him to the wall. Dean slid his hands around Castiel's back and pressed down between his shoulder blades and he felt Castiel shudder as his wings shot out and closed around them.

Dean clutched the arches of those wings and used them to lift his body and curl his legs around the angel. Castiel let out a loud moan before his icy blue eyes turned fiery. He pushed harder, pinning Dean and wrapping his arms under the hunter to help hold him up.

"What the hell is going on, Dean?" Sam shouted but Dean ignored him as his tongue wrestled with Castiel's. Oh Dean loved the taste of his angel…he loved when Castiel took control.

Castiel was suddenly pulling back and Dean landed on his feet; green met blue in an intense gaze before Dean examined the wings curled around them in dark and light shades of purples and ocean blues and sea foam greens.

"I learned that from the pizza man," Castiel said with a smirk at Dean, whose heart melted at the intensity of those eyes.

"I love you so much, Cas," Dean whispered before pulling his angel into another hungry kiss.

"Hate to ruin the moment of professing your undying love but there are Hellhounds about to break into here," Meg said, jealousy clear in her voice.

Dean finally pulled away and grabbed Castiel's angel killing blade. He tossed it over to Meg without leaving the piercing blue gaze.

He took a deep breath and closed his hands into those feathers again, causing Castiel to moan and arch his back.

"Ugh gross, come on, Dean…what are you doing to him?" Sam suddenly asked and Dean turned to him with a smirk.

"You'll know someday," he said and was suddenly pushed back into the hall with Castiel standing in front of him, wings curled around defensively as the door slammed open.

The images them whirled again:

. . .

Dean gasped and realized he was laying on a couch beneath a window covered in angel proofing sigils. His stomach turned as he sat up, remembering this night perfectly.

A flutter of wings and a warm breeze washed over him as he sat there; he turned to see Castiel standing in front of him, his face grim and eyes solemn "Hello Dean," he said in a low voice.

Dean stared at the broken but determined man before him…this was not a memory he wanted to remember…this was one of his worst memories…having to angel proof the house because of Castiel…

"Cas," Dean sighed, standing up.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel said, his voice sincere.

"You can't do this, Cas," Dean said, hoping this would get to him. All he could think about was the fact that in not too long, this angel would be absorbing the souls of Purgatory and releasing the Leviathans…moreso, he just didn't want to think about losing him again.

Castiel stared down "I have to," he said.

"No Cas…this is going to end very badly…please don't do this," Dean said, stepping forward and placing his hands on Castiel's shoulders.

He felt lost in those blue abysses for a moment before Castiel spoke again "I can't let Raphael win," he said, determined "I cannot have you interfering, either."

Dean felt his stomach turn to see the hurt and betrayal in the angel's eyes. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Castiel, burying his face into his angel's neck. He could feel Castiel stiffen in his arms.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Castiel questioned in a gruff voice.

Dean pulled his head back slightly to stare into those confused blue eyes. He gave a small smile as he brushed his thumb along the stubble on Castiel's jaw "Don't do this, Cas…for me," Dean said in a strained voice.

Castiel gulped deeply and averted his eyes to the floor "Dean, you only care about what I can do for you…"

Dean bit down on his cheek for a moment before feeling anger and despair pour through him "Is that seriously what you think, Cas? Seriously?"

Castiel stared down again but Dean grabbed his jaw and lifted it so their eyes met "Don't look away from me, Cas. I care about you…I care about you so much that it physically hurts me to see you like this. When I had to call you down so we could trap you in holy fire…" Dean stopped and shook his head before continuing "That hurt more than you can ever imagine…please don't do this, Cas. I don't want to lose you…I can't lose you again."

Castiel's azure eyes were soft as they pierced into green "Dean…" he sighed, not knowing what to do. He needed to get into Purgatory…he needed those souls to defeat Raphael "I have to do this…there is no other way."

Dean felt his heart clench when Castiel stared to pull away. He clutched his arm tightly "Please don't go…we will find another way," he almost begged.

Castiel started to turn and that was when Dean walked up behind him and gently ran his fingers along Castiel's spine, causing the wings to shoot out. He needed to see them at this moment…he needed to see how Castiel was feeling.

Castiel froze in place when he felt his wings expand and arch backwards. He let out a long breath when he felt Dean's hands trail through them, hitting the perfect spots as if he knew just where to go.

Dean frowned to see the hurt on Castiel…his wings were stormy gray and midnight blue with hints of lavender. He gently turned Castiel to face him. The angel's eyes were glossy in the light from the moon outside.

"I love you so much Castiel…please…don't do this…please just trust me," Dean said, hating the way his stomach turned to see his angel in mental pain.

Castiel felt something bubble inside of his stomach as hope filled him. Nobody had ever told him they loved him before and here was Dean Winchester, the Righteous One, the one Castiel pulled from Perdition, standing before him saying those words. He felt a wave of goosebumps prickled over his body before his stomach warmed and heart fluttered. He could feel his wings beginning to lighten up and feel free as he stared into those longing forest eyes.

Without another moment of hesitation, Castiel pulled Dean into his arms, clutching him tightly as if he was going to disappear any second. When he blinked, he was surprised to feel a wetness fall down his cheek. He had known for a long time…the moment his grace touched the soul in Hell, he knew he was in love with Dean Winchester; he didn't know the feeling at first, except for that all he wanted was to protect him and be close to him. He just knew now that it was love.

After a few moments, he pulled away and stared into those soft green eyes "I love you too, Dean," he whispered and pulled the hunter into another long and soft kiss.

Dean eventually pulled away from the kiss, feeling his stomach flip in cartwheels "Please don't open Purgatory…" he whispered.

Castiel smiled warmly and nodded "I won't…we'll find another way," he said as he pulled Dean closer "I'll never lie to you again."

That was when everything seemed to fall into place for Dean and for a moment, he was hopeful that things could be different. That was until he heard the voice of Gabriel.

"So Deano," he said as he strolled into the room "You ready to go back?"

Dean glanced around to notice the warmth of Castiel gone…he stood alone in the room with the archangel "What did you do?"

"I'm done with the game," he said with a smirk "I wanted you to realize that if only you had confessed your true feelings to Cassie, none of this would have ever happened."

Dean felt anger boiling inside of him "Why would you do this if it wasn't to fix things!"

Gabriel just smiled "You can't change the past...you know that."

Dean just stared at him, clenching his jaw. He knew Gabriel was right…there was no changing the past. Dean just wished now that he could have seen what was right in front of his eyes at the time. Purgatory would have never been opened, the Leviathans would have never come out, Castiel would have never died (again)…Bobby would have never died. He stared down at the floor, feeling defeated.

He heard a snap:

. . .

Suddenly he was lying on the bed of a motel room. It was just as familiar as every other motel he had been to. The walls covered in dirty cheap wallpaper, the floor covered in thin carpet, the beds hard and springy with dull colored comforters and a big ol' tube TV on the stand in front of the room.

He sighed and turned over only to smile when he met piercing cerulean eyes staring at him. Dean beamed as he curled his arm around his angel, feeling the warmth of Castiel's wings around him beneath the blanket.

"Bad dream?" Castiel whispered softly as to not wake Sam in the other bed.

Dean just stared into those eyes. He gave no straight answer…he didn't really know the answer "I just wish I would have realized how much I loved you sooner…Cas…I think I've loved you since the day we met."

Castiel smiled his perfect white teeth and blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. He brushed his thumb over Dean's jaw line and moved in for a gentle kiss. Dean relished in it before taking a deep breath and curling onto Castiel's chest, his head over the angel's heart. He closed his eyes, listening to the beat and enjoying the fact that he was lucky enough to have someone so perfect.

Castiel lay there, brushing his hands through Dean's hair and curling his wings closer around them. He was glad to be so lucky as to have the soul his grace belonged to "I've loved you forever as well."

Wow…ended up a LOT longer than I thought it would.

What do you think? Please let me know if you liked this idea.