Okayy, so, second chapter, the scenes and scenery are not the same as in the 23rd episode seventh season, but I got inspired by it. I must say that this was pretty hard to write, but I had just the images flashing through my brain as I wrote this, so you can blame my brain for this… I hope you like it. By the way, sadly I don't owe the show or the characters.

Warnings: Angst and pain caused by mean leviathans… sorry

Sam and Balthazar were able to find the back door which surprisingly wasn't guarded with any kind of monster, they were able to make their way to the third corridor. Sam stopped there, Balthazar turned around for a second.

"Well, this is where you stay, I'll be back in a moment, don't miss me too much" He said; Sam rolled his eyes, such a drama queen, but he wasn't able to stop the feeling on his gutter when he realize that Balthazar was going to go alone.

"Just be careful" He said, surprise flashed across the angel's face which suddenly turned into a grin

"Wish me luck darling" He said before suddenly disappearing. Sam sighed and turned around, he needed to keep the way to the exit leviathan-free. He grabbed the knife on his left hand and told himself that everything would be just fine.

And in that exact moment, a figure appeared in front of him, maybe it wasn't Balthazar the one he needed to worry about. He grabbed the gun filled with borax (that was Crowley's idea) and he shot at the monster, it screamed, Sam took advantage of the momentary distraction and approached with the blade, being able to cut its head. He then shoot the borax in the neck and in the head to burn also the wound and to make it more difficult to glue back together.

Then he sighed, that had been really close, he needed to be more… He didn't have time to think anymore, because he suddenly felt something behind him.

He spun around quickly knife in one hand, gun on the other stabbing another leviathan, this one was bigger and stronger. The monster threw itself against Sam as the hunter tried to defend himself as he could, but the leviathan had already got a hold on him. Sam was thrown to the floor, he tried to push the leviathan away from him, but it had managed to pin him to the ground. Sam managed to keep it far enough so that the monster couldn't bite him, but that lasted only for a few seconds; the hunter tried to reach out for his knife which had been thrown away as he fell to the floor, it was in that second when the leviathan managed to get rid of Sam's hands and took its chance to lean forward and dig his teeth on the hunter's flesh.

Sam yelled in pain, blood began to come out from the wound on Sam's shoulder as the leviathan continued to chew the flesh. The hunter gasped for air, he could feel his senses beginning to numb and his vision began to blur; he would lose consciousness and then he would die. Damn it! He should have been more careful! He tried to struggle one last time, but it was useless. Sam did not give up, but he knew that there was little (let's be a little positive, okay, he was going to die) chance to get out of that situation.

Sam was about to lose it when he suddenly felt the weight of the leviathan gone, He heard some noises and the sound of a blade cutting flesh. Then someone knelt in front of him. He tried to focus, but he only saw a blurred silhouette and it was talking to him.

"Sam? Can you hear me?" The voice asked, Sam vaguely recognized that voice

"Sam! Bloody hell, okay darling, hold on" The pain had numbed the hunter completely, and life was quickly being drained from him.

"Sam! I need you to stay awake, okay? Stay with me darling" The voice insisted, and then Sam felt a warm energy going through all his body. It was really nice, relieve came immediately as the pain disappeared.

Suddenly his vison started to focus, he recognized the figure in front of him as Balthazar; who held a really panicked expression and had his eyes focused on the wound, which was now closing. Kevin was standing behind them, holding the demon tablet against his chest and looked really scared.

"Balthazar?" Sam whispered as a pair of blue eyes turned to him, the blond angel suddenly smiled and let out the breath he had been holding.

"Sam? Thank dad! What exactly were you thinking! You could have died!" The angel yelled as Sam got up slowly. When he looked again at the angel's eyes he was shocked by what he saw.

Balthazar cared, he had panicked when he though Sam was dead, he was relieved and even happy when he realized that Sam was okay. Sam then realized that the angel might not be so cold hearted as he pretend to be, because at the end he did worry. Then a thought crossed Sam's brain, what if Balthazar's flirting wasn't a joke? Did Balthazar really liked him? Sam shook that thoughts away quickly, Balthazar might consider him a friend, he might care for him, but nothing more; and anyway it's not as if Sam liked Balthazar (sure he was handsome, but that doesn't mean anything).

Sam then realized that he had been all that time staring at the angel, and that he should probably say something.

"Umm, I'm … I'm sorry and, well, thank you for… for saving my life" Sam said lowering his gaze as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

"Um, Guys… not to spoil the moment but we should probably get out of here" Kevin said, feeling extremely uncomfortable for being there at that moment.

"Yeah sure" Balthazar said.

Sam extended his arm and Balthazar grabbed it to get to his feet, then the angel turned to the way out and started guiding them to the exit. They walked in silence, for a few minutes, and the Balthazar stopped on his tracks, Sam instinctively pushed Kevin behind him. The angel drew his angel blade.

There were two leviathans right in front of them, and they looked really pissed. Balthazar moved quickly as he charged against one of them, managing to cut off its head in a matter of seconds. He turned to the other, and then he suddenly froze.

Because the other wasn't a leviathan, it was a demon, and it had a gun aiming at Sam, who was protecting Kevin from another black- blooded monster, the hunter did not see the gun aiming at him, he was too busy cutting a head.

Balthazar knew he had to do something and quickly if he wanted his hunter to survive to this one, because the gun had already fired. The angel felt his heart racing, he could not lose Sam, he had to protect him.

In two seconds, the bullet hit flesh.

Sam looked at the leviathan one last time before he looked back at Balthazar, he gasped when he saw the angel's back, he could not actually believe what he was seeing. There was another gasp which came out of the prophet's mouth.

Balthazar hissed in pain, he got up as he could and killed the demon, only to fall back to the ground again, he had never in his entire life had felt such a horrible pain. His left wing retracted in a reflect act.

Balthazar had only shown his wings to Cas and Aziraphale, and only when he was really young. It seemed quite ridiculous, but Balthazar (the cocky, sarcastic and always flirting angel) had a real complex with his wings. Nobody knew that, but his wings were smaller than the average, it was true, the angel had always been quite worried about that. He had always been jealous of Castiel, because his wings were really big and so beautiful, even if they were dark. His on the other way were really small, sure they were silver and white and the color was really nice, but still…

And now his left wing had a hole and blood was spilling all over the feathers. Sam quickly walked and kneeled in front of Balthazar, searching for the source of the angel's pain.

"Balthazar?" He asked. He suddenly found the bullet wound on the angel's beautiful wing

San reluctantly reached out a hand to see the wound better, but suddenly Balthazar grabbed his wrist, knowing what the hunter was about to do. Sam's eyes looked at Balthazar and saw how the angel was suffering right then.

"Don't" Balthazar said, voice hoarse. It was obviously meant to be an order, but it actually sounded more like a desperate beg.

"It's because the wing" Kevin (who had been quiet all that time) said.

"The wing is the most sensitive part of an angel, they are really delicate, they are the only part where an angel can be hurt" The prophet said.

"How do you know that?" Balthazar managed to ask with his teeth gritted

"I read it on the angel tablet" Kevin said, as he looked concerned at the angel

"Then why the hell when angels fight each other they don't aim at the wings?" Sam asked Balthazar curiously, without even realizing it he had grabbed the angel's hand letting Balthazar squish it.

"Well…um, that's the thing… angels don't usually show their wings, they hide them normally and they don't let them out, unless…" Kevin stopped right there

"Unless what?" Sam asked

"Unless it there is a situation where a person the angel… really trusts…and umm…really cares about is in danger, the angels feels the need to protect that person, it only happens with a really few number of people, most times… it happens just with one" Kevin decided that that was a good moment to stop, as he was starting to get really nervous.

Sam let that sank in as he stared at the floor. Balthazar bit his lip to not to cry in pain, he could no longer focus on anything and still he couldn't dare to look at Sam, not after what Kevin had just said, although he was glad that the kid hadn't continued, because the angel knew, that angels only showed their wings to the people they trusted and… loved.

Suddenly, Balthazar felt a pair of arms wrapping around him and lifting him from the floor (carefully watching out not to touch the wound).

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Samuel you put me down right now or I swear…!" Balthazar began, but he didn't quite much reach the end of the sentence because there were a pair of soft lips on his, shutting him up.

Sam didn't quite thought what he was doing, it had been like an impulse, he just leaned forward and brushed his lips over Balthazar's. It wasn't as weird as he expected, in fact, it was warm, soft and somehow it felt familiar, as if their lips were meant to be joined.

Balthazar did no longer distinguish what was real, he could not believe what was actually happening, but if that was a hallucination (which was the most probable thing) he wasn't going to lose the chance to wrap his arms around the hunter and kiss him back with his last strengths.

Kevin decided to not say anything and just open the door to the way out, although he couldn't help but to blush at the scene.

Sam carried Balthazar outside, he could feel the weight of the angel as he relaxed in his arms (even though to Sam, he was as light as a feather). Sam couldn't hide the smile shyly ghosting on his lips, he tightened his arms around the smaller angel's body as he walked towards the impala. They were supposed to be the second to arrive, but he saw no one there. Sam tried to relax, but he had a really bad feeling, which was confirmed a few seconds later when a tall, thin black haired man appeared in front of them; he was carrying something (better make that someone) in his arms, it had blond hair and it was short, but the most terrifying thing was that she was not breathing. In that exact moment; Balthazar's world went black.

Crowley and Aziraphale had taken the most risky part of the plan, they had to make noise and be noticeable to distract the leviathans. Crowley was really good at that, Zira used to be not so bad with that, but (as the demon had remarked before) she had lost practice over the years; and that wasn't actually helpful.

The angel had noticed that Crowley was actually taking on most of the leviathans to protect her, she was not stupid and she knew that he was doing that for her, but still she did not want to be protected, after all, she was an angel and it was her the one who should be saving people. The demon on the other side, had one main priority: make sure the angel is all right.

The pair managed to go pass the main door and near Roman's office without any damage, but once they reached the office's door, a big, tall and pissed off leviathan managed to surprise Aziraphale, throwing her against the wall. Meanwhile, Crowley was busy trying to not to get killed by another one. Then the demon suddenly caught a glimpse of what was happening on the other side of the corridor as his glasses fell to the ground, revealing a pair of big yellow snake eyes.

Crowley managed to cut off the head of the monster which was pinning him against the wall and turned quickly to help the blonde angel. He shoot with his borax gun at the leviathan and grabbed his blade tightly. The monster growled with a very inhuman sound and charged against the demon.

Crowley was thrown against the wall and punched several times, the demon barely managed to defend himself with the borax gun and his angel blade. He moved quickly, but unfortunately, the leviathan was stronger and managed to pin him to the wall. Crowley hissed as he kept moving his knife, trying to hit the monster. He had to do something quick if he wanted to get through that, unfortunately, the leviathan somehow managed to grab the demon's hand and take the angel blade from it.

Crowley knew he was screwed, but he kept on throwing borax to the creature to buy more time to think of a way out of that situation.

In that moment, Aziraphale opened her blue eyes and blinked several times before she realized what in heaven was going on. She remembered then; leviathans, blade, attack… Crowley. She immediately began to search for the demon anxiously, then she saw it, the scene hit her and she caught her breath for a second. Crowley was in danger, the demon was about to be stabbed by a leviathan, and not by a normal blade, but an angel blade, that would kill him for sure.

Aziraphale had always admired Crowley, he was stronger than he knew and even though he was a demon, he helped and care for some people. The demon was at first a distraction from her main duties in heaven, they talked for hours and lost track of time; then, Aziraphale began to grow fond of him, he became a friend, someone she could trust. So they got drunk (only with wine, please), they fed the ducks and they talked, that was mainly what they used to do; it wasn't much, but it was more than enough for the angel. Then the apocalypse started and things changed, they grew a little closer, they spent more time together, and Aziraphale began to realize slowly that maybe she liked being with him more than she should, after all, they were friends. But then Crowley one day disappeared and did not come back for years. Aziraphale never searched for him, because their relation was like that, they could be without talking or seeing each other for decades, then one day they met again, and it was as if they had never stopped seeing each other. But the last time the demon had gone MIA, that almost forty years they had been apart had been the proof of how much she missed him. He was his best friend, the only person she trusted, her demon…

So when she looked at the blade that was about to kill him, she didn't hesitate in running forward and grabbing Crowley's arm before disappearing, flying herself and the demon outside the building, next to the impala; unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

As the angel grabbed Crowley's arm, the leviathan had a few seconds to react, which happened to be enough time to change the direction of the blade, with such a precision that the monster managed to sink the blade somewhere else.

Crowley didn't have time to react, he was about to be killed when suddenly he found himself next to his car and the impala, barely managing not to fall to the floor. He tried to figure out what had happened, the only thing he remembered was a shadow flying him away from his imminent death. Then it all clicked in his mind… Zira.

Aziraphale felt relief wash over her as she landed safely with Crowley, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The angel looked at the man besides her and smiled, then she laughed, because the expression Crowley's face was holding was definitely hilarious; shouldn't have done that, because suddenly an unbearable pain crossed her entire body, making her groan and bite her lower lip. Opening her eyes, she dared to look at the source of the pain; she regretted doing that the moment her gaze met with the angel blade stuck in her stomach.

Crowley realized something was wrong when the angel closed her eyes. He suddenly got closer to her, searching for the source of her pain, it was as if someone had just hit him with a bowl of holy water.

"Zira?" He asked, voice shaking with fear.

"Angel?" He tried again.

Blue scared eyes met with his, Crowley had never seen the angel so scared and Aziraphale had never seen the demon look so worried. At that moment, blue light started to come from the wound, they both knew what that meant.

"Zira, look at me" Crowley said, taking his sunglasses off and rolling the sleeves of his shirt and jacket.

"Angel, you're going to be just fine, do you hear me? We're going to fix this and you'll be just fine" Crowley said, more to calm himself than to calm the angel

"Cro…Crowley" Zira said, voice filled with panic just before the demon pulled the blade from her side, ripping a loud scream from the angel's lips.

"I'm sorry Zira" He said pressing the wound with both of his hands, suddenly one of Aziraphale's soft hands grabbed one of the demon's.

"Stop it dear" She said, as a pair of yellow eyes landed on her face, as she realized what he was trying to do

"No Zira, It'ssss going to work, you'll sssee" He insisted

"Crowley…" She said, but the demon ignored her, he refused to let go

"No" Was the demon's only response as he continued to try to heal her uselessly

"Crowley stop it!" Zira cried as her face twisted by the effort, the demon then looked at her, her face pale, and he looked at his bloodied hands.

"Stop it dear, there is no use, you know that" And that was the worst of all, because Crowley already knew what angel blades did to angels, but he refused to believe that Aziraphale was… she just couldn't be.

Aziraphale kept weakly holding his hand, blood now dripping from both of them. Crowley kept one hand pressing the wound, unable to keep his eyes on Aziraphale's face.

He couldn't let her go, he couldn't let her leave him, he had tried so hard to protect her and now… now she was slowly dying in his arms, and the only thing he could do was to watch her. He knew he wouldn't be able to live without her, he needed her so much… he would give anything to save her…anything, even his precious 1927 black Bentley, his queen cd's, his own life. She was his angel, his best friend, his only friend, his…his Zira.

Zira meanwhile, felt painfully and slowly as her grace was slowly Burning out, she was dying. She wanted so bad to survive, she didn't wat to die, not when she had just got back to Crowley's side, not when she had just found Balthazar and Castiel, not with her demon watching her go away. She wanted so bad to cry, to scream in agony and… well, even curse (but only a little). It wasn't fair, she wanted to do so many things, but she could only hold onto the demon's hand, trying to smile, trying so hard to stay just for a little longer.

"Crowley, I want you to promise me one thing" Zira said with the little strength she had left.

The demon just looked at her in the eyes, unable to speak, because of the knot he had in his throat.

"I want you to promise that you won't try to bring me back" 'Because I know you will try, even if it means that you have to give your life in exchange' she thought

"I…" Crowley began 'I can't' he thought, but then he looked at her eyes, those eyes that could make the king of hell do anything. The eyes he got lost in the first time he saw them, the eyes that would eventually close to never be opened again.

"I promisssse" He hissed, making the angel smile, and that was always worthy.

"Thank you dear" She said, voice breaking and unable to hold the tears any longer.

Crowley's eyes were also wet, but he refused to cry, he couldn't cry, not in front of her.

"Crowley?" Zira said, the hold on the demon's hand had almost disappeared and now it was Crowley the one who was grabbing her hand.

"Yes Angel?" Crowley answered after clearing his throat.

"I… I'm sorry" She said, sniffing a bit.

"What are you apologizing for?" Crowley said suddenly pulling the angel closer and wrapping a protective arm around her

"I should have looked for you, I should have helped you, a…all those years I…I wanted to…I wished you would come back… but I'm glad I found you" Zira said, eyes closing slowly

"I'm sssorry too, I should have gone back, I wanted to so many times…but at the sssame time I wanted to keep you sssafe… and I can't even do that, I am so sssorry angel. I… I" Crowley suddenly stopped as he felt a warmth starting to come out of the angel, blue blinding light all around her.

His eyes met hers one last time, she did no longer look afraid, and she smiled at him, she opened her mouth and from her mouth came out five words that hit him like a bullet.

"The show must go on…" and the light turned even brighter and when it ended it left a smell of ashes.

Crowley could not move, he couldn't. He didn't dare to because he still had the angel in his arms, and he didn't want to look at her, he didn't want to see her now.

It was all over, if she was gone it wasn't worth, if she was gone, his show could never go on.

After a while, the demon gathered the courage to look at the angel, he could feel the rage burning inside him, anger, confusion came later, he wondered how someone could make him break so much. He hadn't felt so alone in all his existence. Aziraphale had been always there, she had always been by his side, first enemies, then friends and there were still so many things he wanted to tell her. Fear was not a sensation he was used to, but his hands were shaking and his legs were also trembling. Pathetic, a demon being afraid to be alone, a demon mourning over an angel's death, a demon… a demon who had lost his chance to tell her best friend what exactly she meant to him.

Crowley then grabbed the lifeless body, after closing her eyes, and for the first time in his life, something warm began to fall from his cheeks, the person who said that the saddest image in the world was an angel crying, had never certainly seen an angel who sauntered vaguely downwards.

At that moment, an explosion was heard from Roman's office as a pair of dark blue wings wrapped around a certain blonde hunter.

The last ones to get into the building were Dean and Cas, they had to wait half an hour to give time to Aziraphale and Crowley so they could clear the entrance of the building. That didn't mean that they were going to be able to kill Roman immediately, but it did help them to get to him faster.

Dean walked to the entrance, followed by the angel (who was strongly grabbing the flaming sword and didn't dare to look at the hunter). Dean walked quietly, not even looking back to see if Cas was behind him (he knew he was; 'profound bond' had its advantages), his mind held a clear goal: kill Dick and get out of there as fast as he could.

It wasn't difficult to reach the leviathans leader's office, most of the leviathans had their heads separated from their bodies and the rest was not difficult to get them out of the way. When they reached the door, Dean turned around to make sure that the angel was still with him. Cas dared to glance at the hunter for a second; the angel's blue eyes showed the hurt and the sadness he felt, and that made Dean flinch, because he knew that he was the reason why the angel was feeling that way; he knew that he had been acting like a real jerk. At first it was because of Cas' betrayal, then because of his stupidity (rescuing Sam and leaving his soul behind, opening purgatory's gate, letting the leviathan's free)and finally, because he realized that what really hurt was not that the angel had made mistakes, but that he had made them without counting on him, without trusting him; because when Sam fell to the pit, when Sam went nuts, when Bobby died, Cas hadn't been there, when he needed him most he just… disappeared. They were supposed to be best friends, hell they even shared a bond… And the last straw was when the angel came back, as if nothing had ever happened, because Dean could deal with a lot of things, but Cas was the exception.

And the angel understood that, or at least, he thought he did, he knew he deserved to be treated like that, he deserve a punished for what he had done; but that didn't meant that he could handle it. Castiel was broken, he had fallen and even though he tried to go on he sometimes felt as if it was better to give up. He was a fighter, he had been born a warrior; he fought for heaven, he fought for humanity, against demons, against humans, against his own brothers and sisters; he had fought for order, for peace, for free will… But lately, since he had met the Winchesters, he had fought for a man, for a friend, for Dean. And he had given up everything he had for him; his family, his grace and even his own life… but he had failed, that was something he used to do normally, screw things up. He tried to do the right things, but he did them in the wrong way, and he was tired of failing. Castiel was no longer an angel, because he felt emotions, rage, sadness, pain… but he wasn't human; so, after thinking it over, Castiel realized that he had become a monster.

The pair quietly entered the office. The hunter had guessed that the leviathan leader would wait for them there, Sam had tried to convince him that Roman was not stupid and that he would try to run away, but Dean insisted that he would wait for them, because he knew that they would try to kill him and he wanted to see them try, what he didn't know was that they had found a way to end him.

"I must say that I didn't expect this level of idiocy coming from you" Dick Roman appeared, standing right in front of them, smiling in a way that made Dean want to rip his teeth off.

"I mean… after the death of your friend…" He said still smiling

"Don't you dare" Dean growled, Cas got closer to him, wanting to comfort the hunter, but knowing that he shouldn't do anything.

"And you brought an angel… good I have never tasted the flesh of a celestial being" And that was it, the mere thought of the leviathan hurting Cas made Dean explode.

Dean launched himself at the monster's neck, drawing his knife and stabbing Roman on the heart, which only made the leviathan laugh. The hunter's face was red in anger and he kept stabbing the monster in the heart several times, until he grabbed Dean's wrists and threw him to the floor.

Cas had been watching the scene in panic, this was not what they planned. He understood Dean's outburst but he had to do something. But then Dean hit the floor, and Roman was looking at him with hungry eyes, and something inside Cas made him jump, an instinct, a feeling that he hadn't felt in a while. And suddenly he found himself flying behind the leviathan, flaming sword on his hand, and a look that could kill, blue eyes brighter than they had ever been.

"Well Dean, what about I get a taste of that flesh" Roman said, mouth opening, showing the sharp teeth.

"I don't think so" Cas said as he stabbed him through the neck.

Dean opened his eyes to stare at the angel's face with a very surprised expression, Cas looked relieved for a second now that the threat had disappeared, or so he thought…

Because the leviathan suddenly started beating, not his heart, but his entire body was blurring and beating. Unconsciously, Dean reached to grab Cas' arm, as they both stared speechless at what was happening, their hearts beating faster and faster.

"The hell?" Dean managed to ask, and that was the exact moment when it happened.

Suddenly the beating stopped, and for a second there was a terrible silence. Then there was an explosion, black coming from Dick Roman and spreading all over the room. It was just like being caught by a nuclear bomb. Dean kept holding onto the angel as he hold his breath; Cas closed his eyes, knowing that trying to do something would be useless. Until, suddenly, they both started to feel as if something was pulling them, as if the darkness was trying to swallow them both. Without realizing, the angel had spread his huge wings, dark sky blue feathers covering every inch of them, and he wrapped them around the hunter.

Two seconds later, the hunter and the angel had disappeared from the room, and so had the black blood.

When Dean opened his eyes, the first thing he realized was that he was no longer in the office, but on a huge unknown forest, the second thing he realize was that Cas was by his side and had a horrified expression on his face, then he looked again and saw the huge dark things coming from the angel's back.

Cas otherwise, knew where they were, and he immediately understood why he was there, this was his punishment, this was where he belonged, where he should end his days, this was the place where all monsters ended: purgatory.

Nobody said a word, because there was nothing to be said. Sam was glad that Balthazar was unconscious because he didn't want to imagine what the angel would have done if he had seen that horrible image.

Sam swallowed as Kevin gasped when he realized that the angel in the demon's arms was dead. Crowley didn't pay any attention to them, he was already trying to get over the shock and the grieving of Zira's death. Neither Sam or the prophet were surprised by the demon's yellow eyes, they just stared at him with pity and sadness.

"I'm sorry" was the only thing Sam was able to say, he knew the look on the demon's face too well, it was the same face his brother had when Cas disappeared on the lake.

Sam opened the door of the impala and gently placed Balthazar on the backseat. Crowley refused to let go of his angel and Sam asked Kevin to get in the car, since Dean and Cas should be on their way… Or so he thought, because ten minutes later they hadn't come back.

Sam ran inside the building, ignoring the young prophet's complains, Balthazar's angel blade in his hand. He knew were the leviathan's leader's office was and he knew that if they weren't back, that meant that something bad had happened.

The door was closed, Sam opened it slowly, the room was empty, not a single trace of a fight having taken place there, no black blood on the walls. Sam didn't know what to think, but a bad feeling had taken over his guts.

Suddenly he felt someone behind him and with a quick move he managed to pin the leviathan to the floor, pressing the blade against his neck.

"Where is Dick Roman?" He asked, receiving a laugh as an answer.

"I won't ask twice" Sam warned as black blood began to come out of the man's neck.

"He's gone, someone managed to kill him" Grey piercing eyes were focused on Sam as the man continued to smile

"Where are the two men that killed him?" Sam asked, although he was terrified of the answer.

"They are also gone" He laughed, Sam's eyes widened

"Killing a leviathan has a price" Sam's heart was beating faster and faster.

"What price?" He asked

"It drags you with him to purgatory"

Sam immediately cut off his head, he tried to take in what the leviathan had told him. Purgatory…

Sam had done some research of what exactly was purgatory since Cas had freed the souls. The problem was that the lore didn't have an explicit description of purgatory, they were at least fifty different versions on the concept of purgatory. He never really tried to imagine it, because the only thing that all the versions agreed in was that it was not definitely a nice place.

Sam let out a shaky breath as he tried to get to his feet, stumbling. It was not the first time it happened, losing Dean, he had already lost him more times than he would like to remember. Their job was risky, he was aware of that, but that didn't mean that he was prepared to lose his eldest brother; in fact, it hurt even more each time. Sam remembered very well when Dean went to hell, he even had had a few nightmares with that.

His eyes became glassy as a knot in his throat was formed, well, at least this time, Dean wasn't alone; and if something Sam knew very well was that Cas would never let anything happen to Dean, he would save him no matter what.

Sam slowly walked back to where the cars were parked, Crowley had placed Aziraphale on his car, Balthazar was still unconscious and Kevin looked at him with scared eyes.

"They are gone" Sam said, not wanting to elaborate anymore, he just wanted to get to the bunker.

"Ssssorry" Crowley hissed with a hoarse voice, and so he got in the car.

Sam got in the impala, fingers grabbing the steering wheel strongly and starting the car, one thing was for sure; he was going to find a way to bring them back, because that's what they did, constantly risk their lives to save each other, the bloody family business.

I think it's better that I stay quiet, I will only ask kindly if you could review, that would be awesome, I got a little carried away with the angst… but it isn't over yet! There is one chapter left, which I will try to post it ASAP. Let me know what you think!

-Gabe ;)