Hey, this is Dog! This chappie was a bit harder to write but Cat and I got through it. Reviews are welcomed and appreciated

Sam spent the remander of the night mulling over Gabriel's confession and kiss, tossing and turning in the motel bed. He was so lost in thought he didn't even notice when the archangel beside him disappeared in a flash. The light outside was just starting to turn when Sam finally drifted off out of exhaustion, only to be woken by Dean just a scant hour

"C'mon, another body dropped in Branson." Dean said, yanking the covers off his disgruntled little

"Where's Gabriel?" Sam muttered sleepily, noticing the empty side of the bed, "What did you do this time?"

Dean trudged into the bathroom shouting behind him, "Nothing! He was gone when I got up."He poked his head around the corner with a foaming toothbrush in his mouth, "Can't say I'm not glad he's gone, though."

Sam furrowed his brow, rather disappointed and a little bit worried that Gabriel had left. "Don't you think we should look for him? He could be in trouble."

"He is."

Castiel flapped into being between the two hunters, looking frazzled with his hair untidier than usual, "I sensed an overpowering use of angel magic outside of Illinois, close to the Elyssian Fields. Archangel power, two of them."

"Oh great!" Dean said sarcastically, tossing on a random shirt. "Now we got a pair of douchebags to deal with!"

Castiel continued as though Dean had never spoken. "Gabriel is in trouble and I need help. I can create a diversion while you two go in and get him."

Sam crossed his arms, "You said two archangels? Gabriel and who else?"

"Michael," Castiel said grimly, "I dont know why, but we need to hurry." He reached forward.

"Whoa, we're doing this now?" Dean took a step back so Cas couldn't zap him anywhere. "No way am I risking my life for the Trickster!"

"Dean, I think I should go. You don't have to come. " Sam reasoned

Dean sighed and shook his head. "Someone has to save your ass when this all goes to south." so he joined Sam and Cas tapped their foreheads, transporting them to the outside of an abandoned warehouse. The boys took out their guns, holding them at the ready.

Cas passed Sam a spare angel blade, "Just in case. I'll go in first and get Michael out, you follow and get Gabriel."

Dean shook his head, "No, I've got more sway with Michael. I'll go." Sam began to protest but Dean shushed him, "I need to do this."

Sam nodded and watched as Dean entered the warehouse. In a few minutes, he exited with Michael, talking rapidly to distract him. Sam nudged Cas and they circled around, coming in through a back door. It was dark inside, the only light filtering in through the holes in the roof and small windows high up. Gabriel was being held with two guards in the center of the room. He was shackled and unconscious, his head lolling and a bit of drool running onto his chin. His shirt was torn open with deep lacerations running along his chest, and he was covered head to toe in bruises and blood. Sam and Cas tried to sneak up, but the angels sensed them before they got far. Cas took out his own angel blade while Sam hefted the spare. The angels split up, the strongest going after Sam. Sam took a chance and swung at him, landing a hit on the angels ear. The hunter used the time to plunge the angel blade into the angel's heart, closing his eyes as it exploded into white light. When he opened them, Cas's opponent had been dispatched in a similar way.

Sam ran to Gabriel and released him from the shackles. easily sweeping him up bridal-style, "Can you renew the markings on my ribs? We need to make it so Michael can't find me." Cas nodded and did so, Sam gritting his teeth so he didnt cry out. With that out of the way, Sam continued, "Now zap me back to the motel with Gabriel and go help Dean. Cas agreed and touched Sam's forehead.

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They were transported back to their hotel room, where Sam laid Gabriel down on the bed he had slept in and went to get a warm, damp towel to clean the angel's wounds. He dabbed gently at Gabriel's swollen, purple eyelids and cleaned the blood off of his split lip. When the towel got cold, he went to wet it again and came back to begin working on his chest. The wounds were deep and looked painful, but as as he cleaned them, they began to heal. He looked up to see Gabriel, face clear and unbruised, eyeing him

"Thank you, Sam."

Something about the way Gabriel was looking at him made Sam uncomfortable. It was too open, too trusting, like a child would look at a parent figure, and he couldn't help feeling a bit unworthy. "No problem," he mumbled awkwardly, but when he looked up Gabriel was already asleep again. He sighed and went outside to call Bobby.