"Let's call Cas." Dean talked business. He didn't want to keep this facade up any longer. For days now, on end, Sam let his be, but he knew it was time to stop pretending. Sam wanted answers, even of he stopped himself from asking, for Deans sake. And Dean needed to do something right the fuck now, or his head would implode, and this stupid motel room with him. It's been weeks, his wounds were healed, their fights over them fought, he was fine. He rested enough for now. Besides, he didn't think any rest of the world would heal him in the right places again.

"What? Why? Cas disappeared on you in purgatory, then he disappeared on me! He wouldn't show up, no matter how long I called. Why would we want to call him now?" This was the first time Dean has seen Sam angry at the angel, and maybe that was a good thing, maybe he had finally outgrown his silly trust and respect for them. But they needed Cas right now. Besides, Dean wasn't angry at him anymore. He had lost all that in the purgatory, with all those monsters. The other angels, though? They were another story.

"Have you had a dream about an angel named Amorel recently?" Dean asked instead of explaining, as he walked around the dirty motel kitchen. His greasy excuse of a breakfast didn't seem like such a good idea anymore, so he let it die in piece on the counter.

"Oh, yes. He came to you as well? Wait.. Was he the one who pulled you out? " Sam sounded astonished. So Dean wasn't the only one who didn't trust the ridiculous angel, if he even was one.

"I don't think so. He said so, but I don't remember it. I just know I was running from some beasts, and then I was up here again, calling out your name as I saw you, and passing out."

"Dean, he said him, and some other lower angels want to rebel against the other archangels, and that they need us."

"What other archangels? Michael is in the cage with Lucifer, Uriel is dean, Raphael was killed by Cas, and Gabriel sure as hell won't help anyone when it comes to this, - or anything else as a matter of fact- just like the smart bastard he is."

"Yes, but there are three more."

"Three? Sam, there are only seven archangels in the bible." It felt good to be talking and arguing with Sam again, but this was weird. Wasn't Sam supposed to be the geek boy who knew everything?

"Yes, the five you counted, Chamael and Jophiel, and Amorel." Sam said impatiently, sitting down on the kitchen chair, and watching Dean pace around the room with an annoyed expression gracing his face.

"Amorel?" No way. "Let me get this straight. You mean, Amorel's an archangel? He didn't act like it at all." With his soothing voice, and mild body language.

"I know, but he said he was the secret archangel. The only one never mentioned in the bible. Or anywhere. The strongest. Even stronger than Michael, he said. And I kind of believe him. I don't think he would be planing to rebel if he wasn't strong enough." And that was his Sammy boy.

"You're right, angels aren't stupid. They're just dicks." Harsh, but true. "So, how do you think we get away, if we don't ask Cas? The enochian signs on us obviously don't-"

"Wait, what? 'Get away'? You don't wanna help them?" Sam sounded surprised. He practically jumped up from his chair, as if he was planing a long and tiering argument, one only Sam would be able to pull off. "But they want to take down the bad guys, Dean. Maybe we should help them."

Dean sighed. He moved towards the window, looking out, instead of at his brother. How should he explain this? How should he tell his brother he doesn't want anything to do with the angels, or demons, or hunting anymore? He was the one who pulled Sam into this life again, who pushed him back in, again and again, constantly and tirelessly. He was the one who made Sam feel guilty for leaving. Him alone. And now, he wants to back out? What a selfish little bastard he was.

'I'm your family, we're supposed to be a team, remember? It's supposed to be you and me against the world. Right?'

'It is.'

'Is it?'

"No, not anymore." he whispered, and then louder, for Sam to hear, "Sam, they're angels. This isn't such a bog deal to them. It's like a kids fight. 'Oh someone threw a tantrum', and five minutes later, they're best friends again. But you and me? We're just humans. We can get hurt, die, again. They don't even really need us. And this? This isn't just some hunt. This is too big for us."

"'Too big'?" Sam sat back down, obviously dejected. He sounded hurt. He probably was. And he probably had the right to be, as well. Nothing was supposed to be 'too big' for his older brother. I'm sorry, Sam, Dean thought, I let you down again.

'I had one job, and I screwed it up. But I guess that's what I do. I let Dad down. Now I guess I just have to let you down too.'

"Dean, what happened down there?" Sam asked quietly, seriously, and down there sounded so much like hell, Dean had to stop himself from covering his ears.

"Nothing. I just had to survive. I, I don't wanna talk about it." Nice one. The fact that his voice broke will surely calm Sam down, Dean thought sourly.

"Dean, please. Let me help. I can- "

"No, Sam. I'm fine." he tried sounding nonchalant. Instead, he sounded as if something died in his throat. Maybe it were his guts, he thought. "I just don't want to talk about it."

"Alright." Dean wanted to kiss him, that's how thankful he was. "So we stay away from the angels, excluding Cas."

"Yeah. Then, let's call him." Dean walked back towards the kitchen table, but not before sparing the window another glance. Something felt really weird, as if someone was watching him fromk outside. Sam obviously didn' share his discomfort, so he let it slide and sat down. He began turning over the pages of the daily news, feigning indifference the whole time 'till he shouted; "Cas, hey, Castiel! We need you, Cas!"

Nothing. Besides Sam's grunt of pain, and an angry mutter of 'I'm deaf now, thanks!' Dean smirked.

"Castiel, we need your help." Sam tried after a long moment.

Nothing.

"Sorry to tell you, Sam, but if he didn't answer to me, he sure as hell won't answer to you." he said, and smirked again.

"Shut up." Sam answered, but there was a grin playing on his lips. God, how he missed Sam. "So, what do we do now? Wait for Cas, or Amorel to show up?"

"I think I have an idea." Dean said, and pushed the newspaper towards Sam. Maybe this really wasn't the thing he wanted to do right now, but it was better then angels, and he really needed Sam to stop thinking about his time in purgatory. They needed some real male bonding. "Let's hunt some werewolves!"

A.N. Next time: Finally some action, longer chapters, more chick-flick moments, and more purgatory. Don't worry, guys, even if it doesn't look like it, I'm planing on using Deans purgatory trauma A LOT ;D. Besides that, I have finally found the right villain for this story, and this story will start with the real plot soon :)

Review people, and let me know what you think! 'till the next time :)