Author's Note: If I had to put a song with this chapter, it would be "Wreckage" by Amy Bezunartea for the very end of the chapter. Prepare For Feels! And thanks for the reviews!

Gabriel was, unsurprisingly, the first to react.

"Woah there, Cassalope. I understand you want to get this guy. Believe me, I do too, but going in unprepared with guns blazing isn't going to save Dean-o. We need to have a plan and an idea of where we're going first. Then you can go and do whatever you want to that idiot. Okay?"

Castiel sighed and nodded. "I suppose you're right."

"I'm your big brother. I'm always right."

Castiel just rolled his eyes at him while Gabriel snickered.

"First thing's first: where are we going?"

"I might be able to help with that." Sam piped up.

Gabriel turned his attention to Sam.

"While Cas was on the phone I traced the number and got a location. It's within a mile radius of a warehouse district in North Phoenix."

"How did they get all the way to Phoenix if they're humans?" Asked Claire.

"Antson is half angel. He may be capable of teleportation."

"Or the van might have just been there for show." Theorized Gabriel.

"Maybe." Castiel replied. "But it doesn't matter now."

"We need a plan." Gabriel continued.

"And we better make it fast." Added Castiel.

The four of them plotted and strategized for about an hour before they came up with a plan.

With a plan in mind, the four of them gathered together and then were teleported to the valley of the sun. Castiel and Gabriel had taken them straight to the center of the melee in hopes of starting there and working their way outward.

Once there, Castiel shut his eyes. He focused on his connection with Dean and felt a pull leading him to an old abandoned factory. As he had imagined, it was covered with warding sigils that were invisible to the ordinary eye. Gabriel and Castiel saw them. That was where Sam and Claire came in. They would go in and find Dean while the two brothers caused a distraction. Gabriel quickly created some women holding drinks outside the warehouse. That was easily enough incentive for the henchmen to appear. Castiel killed them off mercilessly.

Now there was only one left.

Gabriel and Castiel waited for the two of them to come back.

Claire and Sam arrived, but with bad news.

"We couldn't find Dean or Antson."

Castiel shook his head. "No. I know they're here. Help me mark out the sigils so I can see for myself."

The four of them painstakingly removed every sigil until Castiel could go in. He followed his instincts back into a room that appeared to be a manager's office. It was open a crack, so he stepped inside. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. There was a bookcase, a desk and chair, a lamp, and some file cabinets. He checked the bookcase for some type of passageway, but there was nothing. No doors, no escape hatch, no anything. He was about to go back out and search the rest of the place when he bumped against the desk. When it hit the wall, he stopped completely.

It sounded hollow.

He pushed the desk and chair aside and took out his angel blade before plunging it into the wall. Sure enough, there was a small tunnel just big enough to crawl through. He communicated this to Gabriel before going in. He knew he should have waited for backup, but he didn't care. This was just too important. He reached the other side and carefully climbed out, looking around. It was another warehouse, about the size of the other one, but unlike it's counterpart it was sectioned off. It would take hours to find Dean in this mess! Castiel was about to go and search for his son when he was slammed against the wall.

"Hello Castiel. I've been expecting you."

"Antson. But that isn't your real name, is it?"

"Better than what my mother named me. Apollyon. It was too complicated for my liking, so I renamed myself."

"What do you want with my son?"

"This isn't about him. This is about the two of you. You both killed my father, so the both of you are going to pay for it."

"Where have you taken him?"

"He's here. You'll get to see him- but not before you're dressed properly."

"What do you mean?"

The tasering device came out and once again Castiel collapsed to the ground. But this time he was expecting it. He had put on a rubber suit underneath his clothing. Just as Antson was about to put the handcuffs on, Castiel whipped them around and cuffed him instead. Antson stared at him in shock before Castiel angrily threw him up against the wall.

"Did you make that taser?"

Antson nodded. "I have a lot of free time on my hands. I like tinkering with things. Making them fit my purposes." Castiel looked down at the handcuffs.

"I'm guessing these interfere with your abilities. But just to be safe..." He drained him of what little grace he had. Then, he held his own angel blade to his throat.

"You're going to tell me where my son is, and you're going to do it now unless you want to be dead in two seconds."

"I don't care what you do to me. You aren't getting me to squeal. You not knowing where he is is the best revenge there is. I hope you never find him."

Castiel's eyes narrowed, and he was about to strike when Gabriel stopped him. He looked at his brother, who took his angel blade from his grip and replaced it with Azrael's scythe.

"Where did you get that?!" Antson bellowed, indignant. Castiel smirked.

"You'll never know." He relished the look of absolute terror in his enemy's eyes.

With a mighty chop, he beheaded Azrael's son.

He only stopped long enough to make sure he was dead before dropping the scythe and running from room to room, searching for his son.

It was Gabriel who eventually found him on a completely different side of the building.

Dean was in rusty chains, dangling from a wall. His head was bowed as if he were praying, but he was likely sleeping from the soft snores coming from him. Gabriel rushed over to him.

"Dean-o! Dean-o, wake up!" He said, patting his nephew's cheek. Dean's eyes opened and he gazed up sleepily at his Uncle. Brief recognition crossed his face.

"Uncle Gabe?"

"It's me." He affirmed.

"I wanna go home."

"I'll take you home. But first we need to get you down."

Gabriel unlocked the shackles and Dean went tumbling to the floor. Gabriel expected him to cry out in pain, but he just blinked. Gabriel picked him up and settled him on his hip. Just then, Castiel, Sam, and Claire burst in. Gabriel bounced Dean up and down a little to rouse him.

"Hey Dean-o, who's that?" He said, pointing at Castiel. Dean looked up at him.

"Daddy." He said automatically. It took him a minute to connect the dots, but when he did, his eyes grew wide and he immediately struggled to get down from his Uncle's grasp. Gabriel obliged and set him on his feet and watched him run to Castiel with the last bit of energy he had left. Castiel squatted and opened his arms, more than ready to have his son back in them. In perfect synchronicity, Dean leapt into his waiting arms and Castiel picked him up and clutched him to his chest. He could hear Dean beginning to sob into his shoulder. He wasn't sure if that was what did it, or if it was the fact that his son had almost been killed twice in a week, but he just... Broke. He dropped to his knees, still holding his son and felt tears of relief streaming down his face.

Amidst all the wreckage around them was a small ocean of peace.