Sam got up and started to throw clothes into a bag. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. Every second waisted could be the second he lost his agent. Sam also had to get out before Dean realized what he must be thinking. Just as Sam was throwing all his money into the bag, Dean ran into his room and said, "Sammy. This is crazy. I want Gabriel to live too but the truth is he's probably-"

In the middle of his sentence Dean jerked and fell to the ground revealing Castiel who stood there with a taser still buzzing faintly in his hand. "Hello Sam." Castiel said calmly and walked around Dean looking just as badass as his brothers. Sam and Dean sometimes forgot how scary kind, awkward Castiel could be.

Sam started at his motionless brother and asked, "Cas, man. Is he okay?" Castiel nodded and handed Sam the taser. "It was on a medium setting. We should have enough time to get away. You are going to get my brother?", He asked with puppy dog eyes and a head tilt. Even if Sam wanted to say no, he couldn't have. Sam nodded. "Of coarse I am." Castiel gave Sam a tiny smile and said, "Then you will need weapons."

Gabriel's room looked like a teenager had moved into Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, ate most of the candy, and then a tornado had hit.

Sam smirked as Castiel led him through the mess and fond memories of his agent filled his mind. He could clearly picture Gabriel on the top bunk with a bag of candy, throwing wrappers as Sam tried to research.

Castiel walked over to the closet and opened it to reveal a giant safe. He punched in the key code and opened the door to reveal Gabriel's weapons. Unlike the rest of the room, the safe was well organized. Pistols were on the left top side, knifes underneath, and shot guns and rifles were on the right. Sam quickly grabbed two pistols the knife he had gotten Gabriel years ago, and a 22 rifle. He stopped when he saw Castiel stocking up as well. "Cas you need to stay here." Castiel opened his mouth in protest but Sam said, "Someone ordered this hit. Only someone here at the Agency would know that Gabriel was on that mission. Find them." He thought, So I can rip them apart.

Castiel nodded and put the gun he had been holding down. "You're right. I'll also make sure Dean won't stop you." Castiel's electric blue eyes looked up into Sam's. Castiel sighed and said, "Thank you Sam. Be careful." With that the youngest Novak exited the room. Sam grabbed his bag and walked right out the front door. No one stopped him. He had the right to come and go as long as it wasn't for too long thanks to Gabriel's rank as a loyal agent. Sam hot wired a car and was off. "You better be alive Gabe."

Gabriel saw the exit and sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him. He ignored the sting of his wound as it demanded his attention. He had left a trail of the unconscious and dead in his wake. This time he wouldn't be caught. This time he would go home. His hand reached out towards the door and then he was thrown off his feet with the air knocked out of him.

He forced himself to his hands and knees and grabbed the door. Gabriel struggled wildly as he was seized inches, INCHES,away from exiting. He kicked the men holding his legs but, their grips never loosened enough for him to slip free. As if the world just wanted to taunt him more, when he was pulled back he didn't let go of the door and it swung open. Gabriel just caught sight of the outside and took one breath of free air before he was ripped away and it was slammed shut.

Something in him snapped at the sight and he fought like a man possessed. Screw honor. Gabriel scratched at his captors, bit, twisted, and kicked. He felt his stitches pop but didn't stop. All that mattered was breaking free.

By the time he was cuffed back in his room the men holding him looked like they had either been attacked by an angry squirrel or went six rounds with Chuck Noris. If he wasn't getting out, he could at least make Lucifer's men go through hell. Gabriel smirked and then winced as the doctor that had been called restitched his side. "My apologies." The doctor whispered.

Gabriel did feel a bit bad for the poor doctor though. The man was a captive just like Gabriel. His name was Gadreel and Gabriel hoped that when he got free he could come back for the doc.

Gabriel gave Gadreel a brave smile and tried not to wince. He then turned his attention back to their captors. "Gosh I sure hope my brother pays you well. You okay fight club?" He asked the man who had been holding his legs and now had a broken nose and the beginnings of a black eye. The other men had to hold him back and Gadreel shot Gabriel a warning look.

Gabriel smiled sweetly when Lucifer entered the room. "And speak of the devil. Luci your men want a pay raise." Gabriel was proud to note that his older brother looked awful. Gabriel had made sure all his attempted escapes were all at night. He just slept during the day. Lucifer couldn't do that and now had bags under his eyes and looked just plain exhausted.

Lucifer rubbed his eyes and still managed a downright scary glare. "Gabriel I've been nice but I think it's about time you made a choice. I'm giving you two more days. Work for me or die. It's that simple. Now, go to sleep little brother!" He hissed and left the room. Gabriel sighed. His chances were looking pretty crappy and the situation only got worse as in payback Lucifer had him woken up at six the next morning by screaming, "Good morning Vietnam!"

To say Dean Winchester was pissed would be an understatement. Castiel would say the best word in his vocabulary to describe Dean's state was bellicose. It meant aggressively angry and warlike. Castiel was never afraid of Dean because Dean would never hurt him but, Dean had ceased to talk with Castiel and picked fights with other agents for the smallest of matters.

Dean was worried out of his mind for his little brother but, after Sam had left Michael, Castiel, and Dean had all been forbidden to leave the base as they could also be breaking protocol. Castiel worried about his agent but also had an other task to hold his attention. He had to find who had ordered the hit on Gabriel.

His first suspect had been Kali. She had wanted to be Gabriel's communicator and jealously could've driven the act. It didn't fit because if Kali had ordered the hit, it would've been more effective to kill Sam. Just in case he had talked to her casually and hacked her computer. Castiel had found nothing.

So now he was moving on to suspect number two, Alastair. Alastair had just been promoted because of Gabriel's death to the higher position that Gabriel had had in the agency. That might've been a strong motivator. Unlike Kali, Castiel couldn't just talk to Alastair and he didn't have a computer that could be searched. So when Castiel happened to overhear Alastair talking he thought it was a stroke of good luck. He listened from outside the locker room door.

Alastair was talking to Azazel. "Yeah it's about time I've been promoted. Took the little runt long enough to die already." Castiel felt his hands curl into fists. Azazel chuckled. "They haven't found the body don't get too excited." Azazel stated. Alastair's immediate response was, "Gabriel's dead." It was said quick and without a doubt and if that didn't put Alastair on the top of Castiel's suspect list than nothing would. Before Castiel could stop himself, he let out a quick gasp.

The voices on the other side of the door stopped and Castiel was just backing up when the door was pushed open and strong arms threw him to the floor inside of the locker room. "Awwww! It's the baby Novak." Azazel teased. Alastair crouched next to Castiel and pushed him against the lockers. "What did you hear?" He snarled. Castiel glared. His eyes were now ice blue cruel and cold. "Enough." Alastair smirked and said, "Then we'll have to teach you not to ease drop. It's very rude."

Castiel gasped as a foot slammed into his ribs. Alastair held him down as Azazel kicked his side. Castiel struggled and managed to break free after delivering a hard kick to Alastair's chest. He stumbled to his feet with one hand clutching his side. His other hand swung out and the feeling of hitting Alastair made him smile. The feeling was short lived.

Azazel attacked from Castiel's other side and Castiel's head snapped back from the force of Azazel's punch. Before he could react, Castiel found himself pinned to the lockers.

Castiel was smaller than both of his attackers and every time he managed to hit one, the other was there to deal him a stronger punch than Castiel could ever throw. Pain overwhelmed him and the world faded until there was nothing else. His eyes shot open as his air was cut off and he stared at Alastair who had both of his large hands around Cas' throat. Castiel struggled weakly but, he no longer had the strength to push off his attackers. He tilted his head back as his eyes glazed over and then he was on the ground.

Castiel watched through dazed eyes as blurred shapes collided and danced around each other. He found himself fascinated. The yells and shouts barely registered as he observed. It became clear that the shapes were people. Fighting people. Castiel watched as one knocked the other two to the ground and kept kicking them. Castiel frowned. Even his dazed and concussed brain registered that as wrong and he breathed out the word, "Stop."

The man turned and ran over to Castiel's side. "Damn it Cas." Castiel smiled weakly at his agent and forced out. "Hello Dean." Then. merciful darkness swept him away beyond pain.

I am so upset with myself for hurting Castiel in this story. How do authors do this?! My poor baby! Reviews will help him get better. *Wink, wink* I hope this chapter came out okay. Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I was thinking about bringing Gadreel in for a while now and he just kinda found his way in there. He's such a great character I couldn't just not include him.