WARNING! WARNING! This chapter contains a brief torture and a non-con scene! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 7: Gun and Panic

Dean watched carefully as Lucifer explained his cooking to Castiel. While his mate had never showed any signs of wanting to know how to cook before it seemed that something had changed his mind. Most likely Gabriel's death. He hadn't known just how close the two had been until Castiel revealed that before Gabriel had run from heaven, the older angel had adopted him, for all intents and purposes. The blonde had become a father figure to him and had even started training him before his quick departure due to all of the fighting. Dean was now more then certain that the only reason Castiel wanted to know how to cook was for one simple fact; Gabriel had known how to cook so Castiel also wanted to know.

"See? It's not that hard." Lucifer said with a smile. "No point in making a mountain out of a molehill. It's easy."

"No it isn't hard at all. I expected it to be much harder with the way Michael made it sound. This is less complicated then trying to put together a spell." Castiel said, watching the pot in front of him with a careful eye.

The blonde began to laugh. "You say that now but just wait until we get into the really complicated things. Then your head will really start to spin."

The dark haired angel turned with a frown. "Why will my head began to spin? Are the more complicated recipes going to allow me to be possessed by a demon?"

Dean took pity on the laughing devil to explain things to his mate. "What Lucifer means Cas is that some of the harder recipes will have you doing so many different things at once that it can be a bit dizzying. You're head won't actually spin. I promise."

"Ah. So the harder recipes are going to require more effort and concentration then the easier ones." Castiel said, finally getting it. "Why didn't Lucifer just say so in the first place?"

"That's why I love you Cas." Dean said. "Everyday you find a new way to unintentionally make me smile. Don't ever change."

"I am an angel Dean. We do not change. I have told you this."

Lucifer suddenly pulled his younger brother into a hug. "Oh Castiel I can see now why Gabby was so crazy about you. You're so innocent."

Castiel squirmed in his older brother's tight grip. "Lucifer! You're going to make me burn the food I am cooking!"

"Cas is cooking?" Came a quite voice from the door way.

Dean looked up, hope filling his heart; it was rare to hear his little brother speak anymore and he savored every word that fell from his lips anymore. "Yup! He's asked Lucifer to teach him how to cook. He's not doing bad for his first lesson even if Lucifer managed to convince Cas that the harder food to cook will possess him."

Sam frowned, holding the box in his hands closer. "Why would he do that? I'm sure that demons don't care much for cooking."

"A misunderstanding. You know Cas. Puns tend to go right over his head." Dean said, eyeing the sigil inscribed box. "What's that? You find a new play toy?"

The younger Winchester came over and took a seat next to his brother so he could show him what he had while at the same time keeping an eye on the angels by the stove. "Michael found me outside taking care of the memorial. He sat down and talked to me for a while and when we finished talking he decided to give me something that he's had for a while."

Dean eyed the box with suspicion. "What is it? Some kind of cursed object? Something that's going to turn us all into frogs? Given the kind of shit we've seen it wouldn't surprise me at all if this had some sort of nasty surprise in it."

Sam shook his head and Dean felt his heart jump for joy at the soft smile on his brother's face; he hadn't seen a smile like that since the day that Sam and Gabriel got married. "Not cursed and no frogs involved. It's...It's something that Gabe made. He gave it to Michael but Mike thought that I could put it to better use since I'm a hunter."

Green eyes flicked down to the box suddenly more curious to know what it was since from what he knew of Gabriel, the angel only made things that came from his heart and Michael wouldn't have given something like that to Sam unless it was really important. "Dare I ask what kind of toy that our Feathers made for Sir Stick in the Mud?"

Sam sat the box down on the table carefully, as if afraid that whatever was contained within might break. Dean's curiosity sky rocketed. Sam rarely treated anything with such reverence. With a grin Sam slowly opened the box and then carefully turned it towards his brother. The older hunter eyed his brother before looking in the box and when he did his breath caught in his throat.

Nestled in a bed of black velvet was the most beautiful pistol that Dean had ever laid eyes on. It seemed to be made of the same metal as an angel blade. Sigils were inscribed all along the barrel of the gun in a fine hand. The grip of the gun was inlaid with black onyx and silver filigree ran along it and there were even a few small precious stones set into it as well but instead of giving it a gaudy appearance, the gems just enhanced the gun's beauty. The oddest part was that it looked brand new, almost as if it had never been used.

Dean reached for the gun but then paused and looked up at his brother; he didn't want to upset Sam by grabbing the gun. "May I?"

Sam nodded, the smile never leaving his face. "Yeah. Go ahead. I trust you with it . And thanks for asking Dean."

With a grin he reached back in and picked up the gun, completely surprised by it's weight. Given what he knew of the angel blades he had expected the pistol to have a great deal of weight to it. Instead the gun was nearly feather light in his hands. He checked it over and found no safety on it, which he thought was odd, so he gripped the gun and pointed it at the floor. He blinked as suddenly the floor magnified as he looked down the sight. Raising it again he flipped it over in his hands before carefully putting it back, something about the box striking him as odd but he just couldn't put his finger on what exactly was bugging him.

"What do you think?" Sam asked. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah it is." Dean admitted. "You said Feathers made that? You sure?"

Sam nodded and closed the lid and held the box close once more. "Yeah. Gabriel made it when he was younger. He gave it to Michael as a present for distance fighting. Michael never cared for long distance fighting but he could bare to part with something that Gabe made for him so he kept the gun. He just never used it."

Dean thought for a second and recalled what he saw then frowned. "Well I can see why Michael never used it. How can you use a gun that doesn't have any bullets? I bet it takes some type of custom angel bullet huh? And who the hell makes a gun without a safety on it?"

Sam chuckled. "It doesn't use bullets Dean."

"What kind of gun doesn't use bullets?" The older man asked. "Is that thing some kind of joke gun or something?"

"No. It fires energy. The sigils? They work a little like a battery. They gather the energy in the air and purify it as it travels along the barrel and the runes there turn the energy into a holy bullet." Sam explained. "Michael said that Gabriel made a few guns like this but only this one survived because he never used it."

"What happened to the rest?" Dean asked, eyeing the box again.

"Gabriel only ever made four of them for the people he loved most. Mine was destroyed after I Fell." Lucifer said. "I used it quite often. Michael told me that Raphael's was destroyed by himself during some demon uprising. The last one should be entombed with it's owner in the Gobi Desert."

Dean turned to look at the Devil. "The Gobi Desert? What's it doing there?"

Sam perked up, remembering what Michael had told him. "It was Razael's wasn't it? Michael buried it with him didn't he?"

Lucifer nodded. "Along with his swords, archangel, and angel blades. I didn't know until I was told by Mike. He gave Raz a warrior's funeral even thought he wasn't old enough to be a warrior."

Sam gave him a smile. "I bet that helped bring you some peace."

Dean blinked. "Who is, or was, Razael? And why would it bring Lucifer peace knowing he how he was buried?"

Lucifer gave Dean a tight smile. "My son. He was killed by Michael right before my Fall."

"Ouch. Sorry dude." Dean said. "I know how that is."

"How what is?" Raphael asked coming in. "Is there any coffee made? If not can someone teach me how to make it?"

Lucifer gave him a smile. "I'll make some. You're not touching my coffee pot."

Raphael nodded and turned to sit and as he did he noticed the box Sam was holding close. "Is that...Michael's gun?"

"He gave it to me." Sam said, pulling the box closer. "Why?"

"It's abut time he did something with it other then let it collect dust. He never even fired the thing. Not once." Raphael said. "Wish I still had mine. That gun was amazing. Perfect grip, amazing sight, as powerful as a 50 caliber and as quite as a .22 with a surpressor. Shame I had to destroy mine."

"Why would you destroy it if you loved it so much?" Dean asked, his voice tight as he still wasn't happy with the Third Born.

"A demon got it. I couldn't let an angelic weapon like that fall into hell's hands so I activated the self destruct on it. Took out almost the whole battalion." Raphael said. "All thanks to damn hell hound."

"A hell hound took your gun?" Dean asked.

"More like it nearly took my arm off." Raphael said. "I was protecting Michael. It was either my arm or his neck. I chose my arm. Gabriel managed to heal it but the hound made off with my gun. Gabriel told how to activate the destruct and once it was clear I wasn't going to be able to get it back I did."

"Damn. That sucks." Dean said. "Think once we get him back he'll make more?" Everyone paused and turned to stare at the hunter and Dean shifted nervously under their stares. "What? Is there something on my face? Something in my teeth?"

"What makes you think Gabriel is coming back?" Lucifer asked.

Dean stared at him like he was an idiot. "You're joking right? I may not have finished school but I'm not stupid. I know why Raph keeps locking himself in his room and why Lucifer took a bunch of things for spell casting. You guys are looking for him. I'm not blind either; I've seen the signs. My EMF goes crazy sometimes when nothing's there and instead of cold spots I find hot spots. I think he's still here. Hey Raphael, pass me that knife will you? I want to make a sandwich."

Raphael nodded and picked up the blade from the cutting block. He carefully pulled it out and as he did the light bounced off the mirrored surface of the blade. Raphael dropped the knife with a scream, his eyes slamming shut and his hands going up to cover his ears. Lucifer was at his side in an instant.

"Not again. He's having another flashback."

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

"Go get Michael and tell him to get our Dad. He's knows what to do." Lucifer said watching as the hunter rushed off to do as told. "It's okay Raph. I'm here. It's all over. It's okay. Everything's okay."

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"Please stop! I can't take it! Please! You're killing me!" Gabriel cried, squirming as best he could being cuffed face down on the floor with his ass in the air.

"Shut up Whore! You're pissing me off!" Raphael said, fisting his hand tighter into those long blonde locks to keep his victim still. "Keep it up and and I'll do more then just carve into your pretty flesh, I'll start cutting off fingers!"

Gabriel let out a whimper and tried not move at the threat, certain he would go through the promise. Raphael, pleased that the younger had stopped squirming for now, returned to his inspection of his work. Each line so far was perfect even if it was only three. Three simple carved lines and his baby brother had begun begging, though he had begun begging on the first cut. To be fair he could understand why he had begun begging before he had really started. Not only was he buried balls deep in his brother's squirming and bleeding body, but he had pulled out those six golden wings in the most painful way possible at then pulled out his rchangel blade and began carving. He picked the second most sensitive area to do so; the small patch of skin right between his brother's glorious golden wings.

He lowered the blade once more and began cutting again, sending Gabriel into screams once more as his pinned body spasmed uncontrollably. Raphael wasn't going to deny that it felt amazing as his brother clenched and arched in pain, making his body tighten around his hard flesh. It made him wonder if Gabriel would react the same way if he cut into other things.

Raphael pulled back again leaving Gabriel a whimpering, crying mess and the feeling of the blonde's shaking body around him made him start thrusting again. "See what happens when you listen to me? I give you pleasure."

"You're not giving me anything other then pain!" Gabriel snapped between his sobs. "Please! It's been years! Let me go! Haven't I suffered enough for you?"

The Third Born couldn't stop himself from reaching out and gripping one of those wings and start squeezing. "Your suffering will end when I allow it to end and not a moment before. You should be thankful that I didn't just beat and rape you and leave your corpse somewhere for our dear big brother to find. Do you know how much it would hurt him to know that his last remaining link to Lucifer was killed because he didn't know how to pull his own head out of his ass?"

Gabriel screamed and began struggling again, trying to free himself, his wings flapping frantically but in his current human state, they couldn't hold his weight making them more like peacock feathers; pretty too look at and only good for one thing. "RAPHAEL PLEASE!"

"Say thank you to me for allowing you to live your pathetic life." Raphael demanded squeezing harder, right down on the spot where he had broken Gabriel's wing once before. "I'm waiting on that thank you Whore."

"THANK YOU! I'M SORRY!" Gabriel screamed out, sobbing. "PLEASE!"

Raphael released the wing and watched as Gabriel began to sob brokenly, his wings, folding up tightly against his back as if to protect themselves. "Good boy."

With that done he readied his blade and began carving once more, making deep lines in between hard thrusts. Once he had finished the mark he grinned and went back over it, making it deeper. The feeling of Gabriel squirming and clenching around him made it hard to focus but soon enough he had ensured the mark he made would leave behind a nice scar. Once he was done he sat aside his blade and began really fucking his brother, enjoying the feeling of him clenching around him. With a wicked grin he pulled out just in time to coat his baby brother's new injury with his seed.

Gabriel screamed again and it sent him into fits of laughter. "What the hell did you do to me now you monster?!"

Raphael laughed and rubbed more of the drying cum into the wound. "I just made sure to leave my mark on you Baby Brother. I've always known you to be a Whore. Now everyone you sleep with will know the same. You'll forever carry the word 'whore' on you. How does it feel to know that my name for you is forever carved into your sinful flesh?"

The younger angel didn't answer. He was reduced to nothing more then broken sobs. Raphael took in the bloody mark on his back, the blood running down his shaking legs, and the cum coating his back. It made him feel a sense pride to know that he had reduced his brother to this. To know that he had almost broken his brother. Certainly it wouldn't take too much more for the youngest archangel to come flying apart at the seams. Once that happened he'd have the prefect toy to play with. One that would obey his every command. Heaven would soon be his.

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Chuck held Raphael close and he gently ran his power over his Third Born. It was working too. It was slow going but it was working. It could see, hear, and feel everything that the dark skinned angel was reliving. It was no wonder Raphael was having such a hard time coping with his resurrection. Now that he was free of the Darkness that had once tainted him, Raphael was sickened by everything that he had done during that time. Most of which involved the youngest archangel being his victim of choice.

After a few minutes more Raphael finally began responding to his power and gentle touches. The archangel's breathing and heart rate began to slow and his muscles began to unclench. This was the ninth attack like this in the past three weeks, not that he'd tell his other sons that. Raphael was already ashamed enough at his actions. He didn't want his brothers to know had badly he was struggling with his guilt.

Raphael suddenly took a deep breath and his body shuddered and Chuck was quick to steady him, noticing the confusion in his eyes. "Dad? When did you get here?"

"About five minutes ago. You were having another flashback." Chuck said gently. "How do you feel now? Better?"

"Not really. I'm a horrible angel and an ever worse brother. I deserve to have my wings stripped from me for my crimes against Gabriel. If he were here-"

"He'd forgive you." Sam said, cutting him off.

Raphael glared. "You can't know that Sam. You can't know everything I did to him. I was inhumane. No one, not even a demon, deserved what I did to my baby brother."

"I know everything. I know about scar, about how you fed him. I know about the watering and about the hell hound. He didn't keep a single thing that you did from me." Sam said, clutching the ring around his neck. "After he told me everything you know what he said to me about it?"

The Third Born shook his head, to scared to ask and almost just as scared of the answer.

"Gabriel told me that he only regreted that you died before he was able to see you again because the only thing he wanted to tell you was that he forgave you for everything. Your baby brother forgives you for what you did to him and he wanted to tell you that he still loved you." Sam said with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. "And you know what else? I forgive you for it too."

Raphael couldn't stop himself from breaking down at Sam's words. Gabriel had forgiven him and still loved him. He didn't want to believe it even though he had heard them coming from Gabriel himself. Hearing it come from Sam and hearing that the hunter also forgave him lifted a weight off his heart that he didn't know he carried. If he had been paying attention he would have noticed his baby brother watching them from the doorway with a smile.