Disclaimer: Not mine.
Realised that last chapter I covered Yellow Fever but had Cas fighting with the brothers when in canon Sam doesn't meet him until the next ep. So I'm having Castiel meet Sam earlier obviously.

Chapter 6

When Sam woke up he was feeling sick but didn't want to move, too comfortable in the arms holding him. A silver flask was held before him and he nodded, glancing over at Hariel.

"We'll give you a bit less than last time, keep decreasing the amount each dose. Okay?" The angelic hybrid asked and Sam nodded.

"Dean?"

"Still asleep, want him?"

"He….he needs his sleep." Sam whispered and then blinked as the mattress dipped and a familiar hand grasped his.

"I'm okay Sam. Hariel got rid of the ghost sickness so I'm fine now." Dean assured him, brushing Sam's hair back. He looked at Hariel and gave him a grateful smile, the angel nodding in return.
"So am I gonna have to give you two time alone, do a food run?" Dean teased and Sam blushed.

"If Sam wants and needs it." Hariel told him calmly and Sam frowned before realising he was acting a bit more 'angel-ish' for Dean.

"Will it be the same as last time?" Sam asked nervously.

"Probably, it may change when you're closer to being totally off the blood." Hariel offered and Sam looked at him, eyes silently pleading and Hariel nodded.

"Okay so helping with the drinking and then leaving for a few hours." Dean stated, ruffling Sam's hair. Dean sat down and Sam moved into his arms so Hariel could hold the flask, Dean holding him firmly but gently as Hariel poured out a glass of blood. Sam wasn't as far gone as last time so he was a lot more coherent the whole time as he drank but he did snarl when Hariel took the glass away. Dean rubbed his back, soothing him and Sam clung to him as the blood made its way through his system until the more pleasant reaction kicked in. The Hariel was there, kissing him softly and Dean slipped out of the room.

Hariel smiled as he pulled back from the kiss and Sam whimpered, following him, needing the contact. Hariel gently pulled Sam's shirts off and then pushed him gently onto his back, settling over him to gently explore Sam's body, making him writhe and whimper.

"Shh, it's okay Sam. Just taking it slow." Hariel assured him.

"Harry please, need." Sam pleaded and Harry nodded, banishing their clothes.

Castiel stared in awe and a little fear as the other angel appeared. Another Archangel but this one he recognised. He knelt in front of Michael, not sure what he'd done to earn such attention.

"Rise Castiel." Michael called gently and he got up.
"My little brother speaks highly of you; earning his praise is not an easy task." Michael told him and Castiel felt like he might actually be blushing slightly.

"Thank you sir." He whispered.

"From now on your orders will come through Hariel. The rest of your Garrison, as much as it hurts me to say, can no longer be trusted. I must ask you to go along with what they want and pass on that information to Hariel. Can you do this?" Michael asked, hating to ask it.

"Of course sir." Castiel answered without hesitation and Michael smiled at him. He reached out and clasped Castiel's shoulder, offering strength and support.

"If ever you need help just call for Hariel and he will come to you. I must remain more withdrawn for now, until all those behind this disobedience have been discovered." He explained and Castiel nodded, soaking up the offered support.
"Protect the brothers, they are very important." With that Castiel was alone again.

"We must go." Uriel stated and Castiel nodded calmly.

"I will follow briefly." He answered and Uriel left. Castiel took a shaky breath; he had not expected what Michael had asked of him to be so hard.
"Hariel." He called out and then Archangel appeared before him, emerald eyes curious.

"What is it Castiel?"

"Uriel and I are being sent to a town in Nevada to stop a witch from raising Samhain. Our orders are to do as Dean Winchester says, to see if he will sacrifice the town in order to keep the Seal from breaking." Castiel informed him and Hariel frowned.

"Uriel?"

"He is a…specialist in cleansing cities." Castiel admitted and Hariel's frown deepened.

"I'll be there too but will remain unseen unless needed." Hariel promised and Castiel nodded before following Uriel.

Hariel clenched his hands into fists at the way Uriel treated both Sam and Dean. He fought the urge to smite the lower ranked angel or to give his presence away just to see the smirk wiped form his smug face. Instead he silently moved up behind Sam, letting him alone feel his presence, offering comfort to the pained young man. He smiled when Sam relaxed a little and as soon as Uriel and Castiel vanished Hariel revealed himself to the room, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"It's alright Sam." He whispered and Sam nodded, smiling slightly at him.

"Glad you could make it." Dean grumbled and Hariel smiled at him.

"I was here the whole time. Uriel is….suspect; I will not reveal myself to him unless utterly necessary. If he tries to destroy the town I will stop him but we must find the witch." Hariel explained and the brothers nodded.

"She hasn't been back to her apartment." Sam commented as he looked the hex bag over, frowning.

"Sam?" Dean asked.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this?" Sam asked as he studied the bone.

"No."

"A lot, I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven."

"Okay Betty Crocker, what does that mean?" Dean asked.

"There's only one place she would have been able to….the kilns at the school."

"So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what's the big deal?" Dean demanded and Sam's eyes widened.

"Dean, the hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy-"

"But the teacher." Dean finished. Hariel just stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt their thought processes.

"We need to get to the school." Sam stated so Hariel simply transported them there.

"Warn a guy!" Dean snapped at him even as he headed for the right room.

"Thanks." Sam told him and Hariel grinned.

"No problem. How do you feel?"

"Alright, it seems to be working." Sam answered.

"Good. I will be nearby, call if you need me." Hariel told him and then vanished.

"Help them." Sam demanded as they found the teens locked in the crypt.

"Dude, you're not going off alone." Dean argued even as Sam pulled Ruby's knife out.

"Do it!" He yelled even as he took off after Samhain. Dean watched him before turning back to the kids, motioning for them to move.

"Stand back! Stand back!" He yelled and they obeyed, giving Dean room to shoot the lock and kick the door open.
"Go on, come on, get out, move!" After the teens all rushed past him, Dean watched as the door of a grave in the mausoleum room crashed to the ground and broke. A zombie crawled out of it, and stood up as another grave door crashed to the ground and the zombie in the next grave over started to crawl out as well. Dean pulled out a silver stake.
"Bring it on stinky."

Sam walked through the mausoleum looking for Samhain. He turned a corner and saw the demon in a room facing the far wall. Sam tried to sneak up on him, narrowing his eyes at the demon. Samhain turned suddenly and threw his arm up, a bright white light like Lilith's flooding the space between them. It dimmed and then vanished as Sam kept walking.

"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff? It doesn't work on me." Sam told him even as the demon charged at him. Sam threw the first punch and the fight was on. Samhain finally managed to get the upper hand, pinning Sam to the wall by his neck.

Dean stabbed another zombie to the ground with another silver stake right next to the first one. A pair of shoes walked up behind him, Dean grabbed a stake before he turned around to stab her, but she flickered and disappeared. She reappeared behind him as he stood up fully. He turned around and she motioned both her hands at him, sending him flying across the room, sliding down the wall.

"Zombie ghost orgy huh? Well, that's it, I'm torching everybody." Dean spat as he staggered upright, needing to get to Sam.

Sam struggled but managed to get the knife out, and tried to stab Samhain. As the blade began to cut into the demons skin it sizzled, making Samhain push it out of Sam's hand. He threw Sam into the opposite wall and Sam slumped to the ground briefly before he stumbled to his feet. Samhain looked at him, ready to attack and started to run at him again. Sam took a deep breath and raised his hand, lashing out with his own psychic powers. Samhain struggled against him but Sam managed to keep him from getting too close. Dean bolted around the corner and saw Sam struggling to hold the demon in place. Sam glanced at him and Dean stared at him, worried that Sam was hurting himself. Dean looked around for the knife and spotted it, far out of reach of where Sam was standing but a bit closer to where Dean was. Sam put a hand to his head even as his nose began to bleed and Dean lunged for the knife, slamming it into the demons unprotected back. Sam gasped as the demon died and fell to his knees. Dean made sure Samhain was dead and then rushed to his side.

"Let me see." Dean urged, gently tipping Sam's head up and Sam clenched his eyes shut.
"Sammy talk to me." Dean whispered.

"Owe." Sam mumbled and Dean laughed softly.

"Come on, let's get you back to the motel. Clean up and then some Tylenol how's that?" Dean offered and Sam nodded lazily, his head pounding.

Sam packed his clothes into his duffel bag, ignoring the lingering pain in his head and the slight tremors in his hands. He didn't want to call Hariel so soon after the last time; he wanted to stop relying on the blood.

"Tomorrow." Sam spun around at the word to see Uriel sitting on the motel couch.
"November 2nd, it's an anniversary for you."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"It's the day Azazel killed your mother, and 22 years later your girlfriend too. It must be difficult to bear, yet you so brazenly use the power he gave you. His profane blood pumping through your veins." Uriel stated and Sam's eyes widened.

"Excuse me?"

"You were told not to use your abilities." Uriel growled and Sam swallowed.

"And what was I supposed to do? That demon would have killed me, and my brother and everyone."

"You were told not to." The angel stated, ignoring Sam's argument. Sam clung to the knowledge that Hariel had promised him it was okay.

"If Samhain had gotten loose in this town-" Sam tried.

"You've been warned, twice now."

"You know? My brother was right about you, you are dicks." Sam snapped, his head getting worse. Uriel just looked at him before suddenly appearing right in front of Sam who couldn't help stepping back slightly.

"The only reason you're still alive Sam Winchester is because is because you've been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you're worth, one word. One, and I will turn you to dust." Uriel spat and Sam paled slightly so Uriel backed off a little in response.
"As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off that high horse of his, ask Dean what he remembers from hell." With that the angel was gone and Sam collapsed on the bed.

"Hariel? Harry?" Sam whispered desperately and the angel appeared. Seeing Sam on the bed he moved quickly to his side.

"Sam? Are you hurt?" He demanded and Sam winced, a hand going to his head. Hariel healed the damage quickly and then sat beside him.
"What happened?"

"Uriel. He….he…said…" Sam couldn't say it and Hariel hugged him before kissing him softly.

"It won't happen, I won't let him. Even if he did, Archangel. I would bring you back straight away." Hariel swore and Sam stared at him with wide eyes before nodding and then hesitantly cuddling closer. Hariel wrapped his arm around him and let some of his Grace wrap around Sam, offering comfort.
"It will be okay Sam, I'll protect you."

TBC….