Chapter 4

"So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits, I hope you have found a friend." – Semisonic (Closing Time)

"Say it," Gabriel sighed, his eyes never meeting Sam's, the couple lay in bed, the lights out and nothing but the moonlight shining into the small room. "Say how disappointed you are…"

"Why would I be disappointed Gabe," Sam was spooning his lover, the act itself calming Gabriel ever so slightly, he rubbed the area on Gabriel's back where his wings would be. "It takes two."

"Could've controlled it," Gabriel buried his face into Sam's chest. "Could've done something…"

"Gabriel," Sam said. "What's done is done…there's nothing to do now but move on."

"Sammy," Gabriel sighed. "I can't do this again I just can't…"

"Can't do what again…?" Sam asked.

Before Sam could even get a reply, a whoosh of air was felt. Gabriel was gone, leaving Sam alone.

"Son of a bitch," Sam cursed. "Gabriel!"

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Dean's root beer cracked open with a satisfying pop as he sat on the hood of the Impala gazing up at the stars. He hadn't done that in quite awhile. He remembered him and Sam doing this years ago, every night without fail wherever they stopped, until dad told them to get off the Impala and that they were "smudging its finish". Dean gingerly touched the hood of the engine and sighed.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The voice of Balthazar was heard; he landed next to Dean on the car.

"Go away." Dean said.

"Why that's no way to greet an old friend." Balthazar chuckled and popped the other root beer Dean had in the cooler next to him.

"We're not friends." Dean glared.

"Alright fine," Balthazar said. "I came because I heard of what happened…"

Dean's gaze drifted downwards this time, he looked to his shoes, counting the scuff marks trying to avoid the obvious.

"If Cas had known what he was doing," Balthazar explained. "He wouldn't have done this to you, but truth is you're partly to the blame."

Balthazar was then suddenly pushed into a tree, Dean's hands at his throat and a look of pure rage on Dean's face.

"You bastard," Dean growled. "I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"

"Oh but you did Dean," Balthazar smirked. "When angels procreate they need someone with a pure soul to do "the deed" with, someone with a more how should I put this…profound bond."

Dean's expression changed within a mere second, he backed away from Balthazar and smoothed his hair back, shaking his head.

"No," Dean said. "Not possible…angels don't have emotions."

"Fallen angels do," Balthazar explained. "Castiel is different than any other angel I've ever met…he feels, he thinks, he HAS emotions Dean, he just doesn't know what they are."

Dean was taking it all in; he knew where this was going.

"The way Castiel looks at you," Balthazar said. "The way he interacts with you, he'd rather die than let you suffer in any way; he's healed you every time he could, he's…he's utterly infatuated with you…he's…"

"In love with me…" Dean mumbled.

Balthazar simply flew away. Dean was alone once again with his thoughts as the cool air settled on his shoulders and his sighs were the only companion he had. He looked up to the stars again; they twinkled brightly as if almost…mocking him.

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"You know what this has come to," Zachariah said. "What it will do to our kind, did you even consider others Gabriel…"

"Zachariah I cannot erase what has been done…" Gabriel felt ashamed almost, to be in his brother's presence like this.

"I have dealt with treason before," Zachariah snarled. "First Lucifer, then Michael, then Castiel…I will not hesitate to deal with you…do I make myself clear!"

Balthazar had been watching from the shadows, he knew better than to interfere with his brothers' fight, it would only result in bad.

"Kill them!" Zachariah spat.

"No," Gabriel was on the brink of tears, he held his stomach and bared his wings. "I won't!"

Zachariah's face was stone cold, no emotion. There was a flash of light and Gabriel was knocked against the doors and out into the hallway.

"Then you are not one of us…" Zachariah shut the doors, shaking the chandelier and rattling the halls.

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Sam had been typing all night. Trying to research the case proved to be harder than it seemed, until he actually had a breakthrough. Bobby sat at the table across from him drinking beer and pouring through his books. Cas sat on the couch adjacent seemingly gathering his thoughts.

Dean interrupted the silence by coming back in through the door where he'd left. He walked over the tap and drank a glass of water.

"Whatcha got Sammy?" he asked, not even bothering to acknowledge Cas at this point.

"Something strange that's for sure," Sam replied. "It seems the blood at the scene, didn't just belong to the victim, a lot of it was..."

"Was what Sammy?" Dean had seen that look in Sam's eyes before.

"Demon blood, and not just any demon blood, Ruby's." Sam said breathlessly.

He earned stares from everyone in the room; a heavier silence fell upon the house. It seemed as if no one could even speak.

"We got a big problem Dean…" Sam looked worriedly at his brother.

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