A/N- this is the first fanfiction I have posted here. Revolves around Castiel and Gabriel. Hurt!Gabriel

i don't own anything related to supernatural and it's charaters. ALL CHAPTERS ARE BEING REEDITED

Bright lights covered the northern skyline, as a figure walked from the what appeared to others as a lightning strike. Gabriel stumbled forward multiple feet before tripping over his own feet.

He spent most of his life doing three things; tricking people, hiding, and eating anything with sugar in it. He could do none of those things now. He was in every way human, though he didn't know why, he figured it was because of those damned Winchester's that got him killed in the first place.

With a burning pain in his side, he still had to resort to walking through the dreadfully dark forest. He sighed, knowing the day light would be useful, but it would be hours before he saw it again. Purgatory was never night nor day, just dark cloud cover.

He hadn't even stopped to be thankful he made it out alive. He just started walking, the wet branches snapping with each step. He was sure the crackling of breaking leaves was going to be a irritation to him soon. Even though walking truly wasn't much effort, he was used to the unlimited power of being The Trickster and the 4th Archangel.

As much as he wanted to plop down on the ground cry and whine, he just couldn't. He was free, but not safe. 4 years of battling the leviathans and ugly looking monsters and he was free. Though there was one year, where all the souls kind of just disappeared for a few weeks. But those three weeks, that was the only time he was safe.

He was helpless, human, and tired. He wondered how far the forest went, but it's a forest, probably would take him awhile. He lost track of time and before The Archangel knew it the sun was peaking threw the trees, lighting up the wet forest floor. The sun reflecting off the water; creating an almost blinding shine.

He got a good look at his arms. His once navy green, and very clean jacket, was covered in the blood, grass stains, and dirt. The shade of green Gabriel had come to adore was now hardly visible.

Looking over the hill he stood atop of, he could make out the small country town. With his remaining energy he walked towards the town, and to a convenience store. Trying hard not to raise suspicion he shed his jacket and stuffed it into a large trash bin before heading in. With the little money he carried around he picked up a bag of potato chips, and a metal refillable water bottle.

He walked up to the counter, he just set his stuff down and didn't look up. Trying hard not to let anyone see how badly his face had been scratched. The cashier didn't even touch his things just stared at him. He got irritated and whipped his head up, only to be faced with his younger brother. He smiled brightly at his brother, who was obviously in as much shock as him.

"Brother?"

"Cassie."