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Chapter 5

Dean woke up, hand on knife when he heard something. He lay still, listening, and then he sat up, looking over to see Sam tossing and whimpering in his sleep. Dean got up and sat down on Sam's bed, reaching out to gently rub Sam's back, trying to calm him. Sam woke with a gasp but Dean kept up the soothing motions.

"D…Dean?" Sam called shakily and Dean lifted the blankets, crawling in beside Sam, pulling him into his arms.

"It's okay Sammy, I'm here."

"Sorry, so sorry." Sam whimpered and Dean tugged him around so that Sam's head was resting between Dean's neck and shoulder. Hot tears slowly soaked into Dean's shirt as he held his brother. He'd thought Sam was okay when Hariel had left them but obviously he wasn't.

"It's okay Sam; it's not your fault." Dean whispered and he really believed it now. It was all that bitch Ruby's fault, he should have killed her when he'd found out what she was, instead she'd been left to torture Sam, to make him think he could depend only on her.

"Hate me?" Sam mumbled and Dean shook his head.

"Never Sammy. You're my baby brother, no matter what. Just don't get smited for doing an archangel." Dean whispered and was relieved when Sam managed a choked laugh.
"Shh, go back to sleep Sammy, I'm here." Dean promised and Sam tensed but Dean just kept holding him until Sam fell back to sleep. He looked up and tensed but then relaxed when he saw the soft smile on Hariel's face as he watched them. The archangel walked over and placed a hand on Dean's face.

"Glad Michael managed to get it through that thick skull of yours. You are stronger together. Sleep Dean, I'll watch over you." Hariel whispered and Dean found his eyes slipping shut against his will.

Hariel watched the brothers sleep, keeping the nightmares away from both of them for the night. He'd seen the bottles in Dean's bag, knew he wasn't dealing as well as he pretended with his trip to hell. The least he could do was let them both get a good nights sleep.

Michael smiled as he felt his baby brother warp his arms around him, careful of his wings. He turned around and returned the hug, studding Hariel closely to make sure nothing was wrong.

"How are the brothers doing?" He asked and Hariel sighed.

"Thanks for kicking Dean's arse. He's removed his head from it and is actually trying to help Sam now. I healed what I could for Sam and am going to help wean him off the addiction." Hariel explained softly and Michael nodded.
"Found anything yet?"

"Nothing solid. I was right to say only trust Castiel out of his Garrison, how he has managed to stay so loyal and innocent amazes me." Michael answered and Hariel laughed.

"Should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. Utter awe and hope, so cute. Maybe you should pop by, let him know he's doing the right thing?" Hariel hinted and Michael stared at him.

"Are you trying to play matchmaker again little brother?"

"Maybe…..come on, it'll make his century."

"Very well, I will see him." Michael sighed and Hariel cheered.

Dean slammed himself into the corner, one hand gripping his chest as Lilith continued to taunt him. He forced himself to believe she wasn't there but it didn't help. He was gonna die…again and from ghost sickness of all things! He didn't want to die! Not when he was finally patching things up with Sam. The kid was getting shaky again; even in his terrified state Dean could see it. Where was Hariel or even Cas? They'd abandoned them, Lilith was gonna kill him. Dean gasped for air, falling towards the floor but then gentle, warm hands caught him and he felt power flood through him.

Dean forced his eyes open to find Hariel holding him, a look of concern on his face. Dean coughed, his chest aching but then the ache faded and he glanced down to see Hariel's hand resting lightly over his heart.

"Just relax Dean, you're safe now." The angel whispered and Dean's eyes slid shut in sleep.

Hariel gently laid Dean down on the bed he knew the older brother used, covering him with a blanket before going looking for Sam. He found him, struggling against a ghost, a chain wrapped around his throat. With a blast of power he banished the spirit and then dropped to his knees beside the barely conscious man. Sam struggled, not realising who was leaning over him and Hariel carefully removed the chain.

"Easy Sam, its Hariel, Harry. I've got you. It's over." He whispered and Sam stilled his fight, letting Hariel lift him in his arms. Once he had Sam securely in his arms he got them back to the motel room, settling Sam into his own bed before gently healing the bruised throat. Sam sighed in relief, eyes fluttering open. Sam opened his mouth and coughed, making Hariel smile slightly. He gently ran his fingers through Sam's hair, calming him. Sam's eyes suddenly widened and he tried to get up.
"Its okay, Dean's safe. He's asleep in the other bed." Hariel assured him, knowing what Sam needed and Sam lay back, staring up at him. Hariel smiled at him and Sam sighed, relaxing against him.

Sam felt himself relaxing as the angel kept up the soothing motions. It felt kind of weird considering what they'd done together the last time he'd seen the other male. But he felt safe with Hariel, in a way he'd only felt with Dean before and it scared him while at the same time it felt wonderful. Hariel smiled at him and then lay down beside him, gently tugging Sam into his arms. Sam was surprised to find himself willingly going with the move, hiding his face in Hariel's shoulder as the angel reached up to cup the back of his head. The angel just whispered soothing words as the tears came, Sam finally truly realising how close he'd come to losing his brother again. He fell asleep in Hariel…Harry's arms, Dean safe in the next bed.

TBC…..

A bit short but wanted to post something before the weekend.

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