Author's Note: I do not own Supernatural, I merely borrowing the boys for fun, not for profit. Spoilers for "On the Head of a Pin". Anna is not in this simply because I'm not her biggest fan... so I left her out. And her helping Cas would screw up the entire plot-line for this story XP

Uriel gazed down at the trench coated figure with something akin to disgust. Why could his brother not see that their father was no longer with them? Why must he cling to the foolish hope that He still cared about what was going on? The hulking man shook his head and sighed before his vessel's features twisted themselves into a snarl.

"I still serve God." The voice was tired, pained and out of breath.

Grabbing Castiel's shoulder, Uriel bunched the muscles in his vessel's powerful arm up, drawing the limb back as he clenched his hand into a fist. "There is no will." He hissed before letting go of his brother's shoulder and slamming a fist into his cheekbone. The older angel smirked slightly when he saw how Castiel's body rocked to the side from the force of the blow.

Dazed blue eyes looked into his deep brown ones as he snarled, "No wrath!" Once more his fist connected with prominent cheekbone. For a moment Uriel thought that he heard a small crack. It took a few seconds longer for Castiel to straighten up but when he did Uriel could still see the pathetic look of devotion on the other beings face. "No God!" He spat furiously, arm rising so as to pound the devoted look off of his fellow being's face. Hesitating, Uriel lowered his arm before kneeling down in front of Castiel, bringing them eye to eye. "Reconsider," he urged, baritone voice a bit softer, more pleading then it had been a few minutes ago. "Join me brother!"

There was a minute shake of the other's head then a soft, "No."

"Then so be it!" The bigger angel snapped angrily before summoning his blade. Clutching the cool hilt in his massive hands, Uriel pressed the tip against Castiel's abdomen. Estimating as to where the diaphragm's location was, the older being shoved the blade into his weakened brother's body. His hands were slowly covered in wet warmth as he gazed deep into a pair of pain fogged eyes. He could feel tremors of pain starting to wrack Castiel's frame, could see how pained the deep ocean blue eyes were becoming, how the other celestial's jaw clenched. More importantly though he could see the glow of the angel's Grace starting to leak around the razor-sharp blade. Not wanting Castiel to die just yet, Uriel withdrew the blade stood up. He took a step back before lashing out with his foot, kicking his brother in the stomach and sending him flying across the room and into the wall. "He doesn't here you." Uriel snarled, knowing what his former comrade was probably doing mentally. "So don't bother."

Confident strides carried him over to where the other being lay curled up against the wall. "Join me." He hissed once more. Again there was a "No," although it was much weaker then before.

"You will join me brother, even if I must 'convince' you to do so." A more sinister expression flittered onto the older angel's features as the words left his poisonous tongue and infiltrated the air around them.

Castiel was panting harshly as he lay curled on his side, wings exposed and twitching every so often. Pain was coursing through his very being, burning, consuming and destroying. He can hear his charge calling him but the angel lacks the energy to go to him. Everything hurts, every little movement is excruciatingly painful and the angel loathes breathing. He only does it to keep his vessel alive seeing as he's occupied with his true form being seriously injured. He can hear Jimmy talking to him, reassuring him and instructing him as to what to do to stop the bleeding as well as he could. He's also demanding for Castiel to allow him to take control so that the angel can fully rest. Castiel refuses though, not wanting Jimmy to suffer the pain from the gruesome injuries that adorn his body.

Once more the voice that sounds like Dean is making itself heard in the back of his mind, demanding that he gets his feathery ass down there. He wishes that he could go to his charge but he is unable to. A low groan sounds in the back of his throat as he tries to anyways. He falls back gasping for air when the attempt proves to be another failure. Great black wings twitch in agony.

I'm sorry Dean, the thought runs through his mind, but I can't help you right now.

The celestial being shudders as he hears heavy footsteps making their way towards his prone form.

"Will you join me now?" The deep voice asks, and Castiel closes his eyes with a tired sigh.

"No." The answer stays the same, will always stay the same. "I still serve God."

"We've been through this Castiel," The voice grows deeper, more menacing. "There is no God. Not anymore."

The angry retort is met with silence as the angel braces himself for the pain to come. It first washes through him in the form of a foot stepping on one of his outstretched wings. Then rough fingers are running through the soft feathers, snagging and pulling as they make their way to the tip of his wing. Then he feels the sharp edge of metal slicing through the helpless appendage. The only thing he can process at the moment is the burning hot pain that tears through him as a result and he tries in vain to pull his wing away. The action is reprimanded with a snap. The snap of bone breaking…followed by the sound of an angel's scream….

"I'm just saying, he's not going to come." Sam muttered as he looked up at Dean. His older brother was still pacing the room, calling for Castiel to get his feathery ass to where they are.

"Yes he will." Dean retorted, stubbornly refusing that the angel would ignore him. Especially with him calling him this many times. "Cas!" The older hunter half shouted as he glared up at the ceiling. "Cas we need your help!"

Castiel groaned weakly and his body shuddered violently from the pain that was crashing through his body in almost overwhelming waves. He licked his parched lips slowly, almost absentmindedly, eyes shutting with a sigh. A low cough ripped itself from his vessel's chest and he doubled in pain, a hand moving to trace over the sigil branded into the upper left corner of his chest.

The angel gasped for breath once the cough was finished tearing through his chest and he lay still. His hand rubbed the Enochian sigil slowly, as though trying to make it disappear. Whatever his vessel felt, he felt and the angel wasn't very fond of that at the moment.

He heard Dean tell him that he and Sam needed his help and the angel flapped his wings once, not really thinking before he did. Pain burst through him, his broken wing protesting the movement loudly, his jaw clenching and eyes squeezing themselves shut. A low sound keened from his throat as he felt tears of pain prick at his eyes. The angel swallowed thickly before gritting his teeth. His charge needed him.

Face pale, the celestial being forced his battered frame upright, moaning softly as he did. Bracing himself mentally, the angel pushed downwards on the air with his wings, while he focused on his destination.

Bobby Singer's house.

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{{To Be Continued}}