AN: I had the idea when I was at work yesterday, and I got real pissed because all I could do was plan it in my head and not actually write it. So I wrote out a draft last night and I'm uploading it today. But I'm planning on updating this every Monday, let's hope I stick to that!

EDIT: realised I called Gadreel 'Ezekiel'. Changed it, sorry

Chapter 1

Dean lay in his room, staring at the ceiling and thinking about nothing in particular. He was bored out of his skull, but he knew Sam was in the kitchen eating, so he couldn't go and fetch the long-desired beer he'd been craving.

Frigging douchebag brother, he thought to himself, scowling at the ceiling.

Finally, he heard footsteps and then the door of Sam's room opening and closing. Dean raced to the kitchen, only to find that there was only a single beer left in the fridge, courtesy of Sam.

"Son of a bitch!" he whined, grabbing the bottle.

*knock knock*

The muffled knocks rang through the silent bunker. Dean looked up at the door in shock and apprehension, condensation from the cold beer bottle running over his fingers unheeded.

*knock knock*

Dean grabbed the nearest weapon – an iron bat, of all things – and cautiously made his way up the stairs to the door. Standing to the side of the doorframe, so that the mysterious knocker wouldn't see him, he flung the door open and prepared to swing. When nothing happened, he peered around.

"Cas?"

"Dean?"

The two stared at one another before Dean realised that the angel was soaked – it was pouring with rain outside.

"Shit, sorry dude, come in!"

"Thank you Dean"

Castiel entered the bunker nervously. He and Dean had not seen one another since Dean had left to 'do his own thing', and Castiel had assumed he would only find Sam at the bunker. They silently walked back down to the kitchen, Castiel making an attempt to pat himself dry with a towel that lay beside the door. Dean sat at the table, the angel opposite him. Castiel was the first to speak.

"So –"

"I'm sorry"

"What?" Castiel had not been expecting that.

"I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a dick, I'm sorry for kicking you out, I'm sorry for ditching you and not checking to see if you were okay. I'm a shit friend and a shit person, and I'm sorry." Dean buried his head in his hands. Castiel leaned forward, concerned.

"Dean, what's happened?"

Dean told him everything. Arguing with Sam, Crowley, the Mark of Cain, arguing with Sam, Kevin's ghost, arguing with Sam, the Ghostfacers, arguing with Sam, how shitty everything was….and Castiel listened. When Dean was done, he rose, looking every inch the warrior of God that he had first appeared as to Dean.

"You and I are going to talk to your brother"

Sam looked up as Castiel stormed in, dragging a reluctant Dean behind him. Dean shot him an apologetic look – the only non-wary expression Sam had gotten from his brother in a while – and then looked nervously at Castiel.

"Hello Sam. Dean has told me all that transpired after I left. I had thought that you two, of all people, would be able to maintain a semblance of a healthy - if unnaturally co-dependent – relationship with one another despite what has occurred. It appears I was wrong."

Sam and Dean stared at Castiel, refusing to even look at one another. The angel took this as a sign to continue.

"Sam, it is unfortunate that Dean disregarded your wish to die and allowed Gadreel to possess you. Yes, he did so for what are, by and large, selfish reasons. However, he did it out of love for you. And while there were negative effects that could have been prevented had Dean not done this, it saved your life. And much would still have happened as it did – Metatron having Kevin killed, for one."

Sam went to speak, but Castiel silenced him with a piercing blue-eyed glare.

"Dean. What you did in regards to Sam was thoughtless and yes, selfish. I understand why you did it, however I also understand your brother's anger. You need to accept this fact and not insist that you are always right when it comes to these matters.
In short, what I am trying to say is this; Sam, you are alive, get over it. Dean, you make bad choices sometimes, kindly accept this and stop hurting yourself and those you love because of it. I know you two will take a while, but please make the first step in rebuilding your relationship as brothers instead of being petty and ignoring one another."

The two brothers stared at the angel, who now looked rather embarrassed at his outburst. Dean looked at Sam, who sighed and stood up. Dean watched him uncertainly, and Sam ran a hand through his long hair before simply holding out one hand. Dean rose, and the two shook hands as Castiel looked on. Dean dropped his gaze to his feet.

"Sorry Sammy. I fucked up. I always fuck up, and I'lll try to fuck up less. Just…don't abandon me. Please."

And Sam simply said "It's okay, Dean. I'm still kinda pissed, but I wouldn't abandon you"

There was a long pause as the three men avoided one another's gaze, uncomfortable with the amount of emotional baring that had just transpired. Castiel spoke up.

"The reason I came here in the first place, Dean, is because I have found a hunt."

The Winchesters immediately looked at him, temporarily forgetting everything else and back in 'hunting mode'.

"What kind?" Sam asked. Castiel frowned.

"I'm not sure. In Florida, there is a rather strange motel. People who stay in one particular room there have been known to vanish without a trace, even when the room is locked. People say the room is cursed, and no one stays in that room anymore."

Dean frowned.

"That's pretty weird. Worth checking out?" He asked Sam, who shrugged.

"Well, we're no closer to being able to kill Abbadon and restore Heaven, so we may as well."

Castiel smiled, and it suddenly hit Dean where he had agreed to go.

"Seriously, Florida? That's like, old people central!"

AN: Let me know your thoughts and stuff because they motivate me to actually write shit. I'm alternating between this and other fics so that's why I'm only going to update this once a week instead of more often (sorry).