Gabriel wasted no time in flying off and retrieving the ingredients for the spell. In the hour or so after his fight with the witches, Sam had had an "episode" or whatever the hell it was that caused them to stop breathing, and Dean had somehow gotten large burn marks up the side of his neck and face.

Gabriel and Cas had been livid when they found out, insisting that they go out and start the spell immediately. Sam had protested, saying that Gabriel still wasn't fully recovered, but he had given in in the end. Gabriel could do some pretty damn good puppy dog eyes, and even Sam, master of making your heart melt, hadn't been able to resist them.

"Alright, guys," Gabriel said, flying into the training room with a few grocery bags in his arms. "I've got the stuff, so let's get this spell done."

The other three gathered around and watched as he drew a strange symbol on the ground with Holy Oil, then proceeded to light it. The flames jumped up and spread through the oil, forming a circle with strange symbols in it.

In a large stone bowl, Gabe mixed a jar of blood, a strange smelling herb and a very large amount of ash.

"What are the ingredients you're using?" Sam asked, intrigued.

"Virgin's blood, Woodbine and the ashes of the witch who cast the spell." He reached out a hand without looking, and Cas placed his arm into it. Gabriel drew a knife swiftly across Cas' wrist, letting a few drops of blood fall into the bowl. "And blood from the angel whose Grace resides in you."

He chanted something in Latin over the bowl, before pulling out one hair each from Sam and Dean and adding them to the bowl. He once more said the chant, then dumped the whole thing out in the middle of the circle.

He unfolded two of his wings and used them to push Sam, Dean and Castiel back, then closed his eyes and said the chant a third time. The flames roared upwards, too close to the archangel for Sam's liking, but Gabe didn't even flinch.

He opened his eyes and moaned in what sounded like pain. He started shaking a little but refused to back down. He said the chant again and again until the flames had licked the ceiling, then waved his hand and extinguished them.

"There," he said breathlessly, clutching his abdomen. "That should do it."

"Are you okay? What the hell was that?" Sam demanded, grabbing Gabriel around the waist to keep him from toppling over.

"'m fine, Samsquatch," Gabriel slurred, though his closed eyes and sweaty forehead said otherwise. He hung limp in Sam's arms and the hunter lifted him up to keep him from falling.

"What happened to him?" Dean asked, turning to Castiel. The younger angel placed a hand on Gabe's chest and closed his eyes. A slight glow radiated from Cas' hand and spiraled down into Gabriel.

"It appears that he was more wounded than he let on," Cas said when he had stepped away. Sam started towards Gabe's room, Dean and Cas following. "In its true form, an angel is pure Grace. When he fought the witches, they probably managed to injure him with his blade before he could kill them. His soul just needs some time to recuperate, he'll be fine."

They reached the door and Sam pushed it open with his telekinesis, surprised that he still had those abilities. He set the archangel down on the bed and sat down next to him. A shrill bark reached his ears and he turned to the door to see a small black and white dog running through the door.

"Hershey!" Sam exclaimed in delight. The dog barked again in response and jumped up onto the bed with a little help from Sam. Hershey sniffed Gabriel head to toe before curling up into his side and putting his head on his paws.

"Wait, he actually has a dog?" Dean asked in surprise. He had never seen the thing, though he had heard Cas mention something about a dog the other day.

"Yup. Dean, this is Hershey." Dean snorted at the name. Only Gabriel would name a black and white dog after a chocolate brand.

Dean flapped his wing to get rid of an itch, then froze. His wings were still there. Why were the wings still there?

"Cas, why do we still have wings?" he asked, on the verge of a small freak-out.

"The reversal spell will take a little bit of time to go into effect, but it should be soon. Would you like me to knock you out? The experience will be just as painful as the first time."

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, conversing silently in that way that no one seemed to be able to mimic, before shaking their heads. They wanted to be awake, regardless of how much it hurt.

They sat in relative silence, waiting for the spell to take effect. If Sam had counted correctly, it was exactly four thousand, five hundred and eighty-three seconds later when the first spike of pain shot up his spine.

He gasped sharply, twisting his head to watch in morbid fascination as his wings withered off. He could see the same thing happening to Dean, feathers falling off and wings shrinking and shrivelling up, but then the pain took over and he couldn't see anything anymore.

...oO()Oo…

Cas watched with sadness as the two hunters flailed around and screamed in pain. He knew how bad it must have hurt, having their wings die and the small bit of Grace in them being torn out.

It seemed to go on forever, though when it finally stopped, Cas was extremely thankful that there was no blood this time. The dog, Hershey, was cowering on the bed in between Sam and Gabriel, whimpering slightly. Cas knocked the dog out with his powers before moving to take care of the hunters.

He moved them both onto the bed and tore off their shirts, revealing backs red with irritation and two scars where the wings had been connected. He healed the skin, then brought them out of unconsciousness and into sleep. If they were going to be out for a few hours, they might as well be resting.

He left Sam on the bed and moved Dean to the room Gabriel had given him. It was sparse and undecorated as Cas had never set foot in the room since he had been given it, but there was a bed and Cas gratefully dumped Dean onto it. He took up his usual position in the corner and waited, senses pricked to detect the first signs of life from any of his family.

...oO()Oo…

Gabriel woke up quietly, holding in a groan. He couldn't remember where he was or what had happened to knock out an archangel, but whatever it was, he didn't want it to know he was awake.

He kept his breathing rate the same and his face slack, taking stock of his surroundings with his other senses. He frowned when he heard breathing next to him. From the sound of it, whoever it was was asleep.

He poked at it with his Grace, trying to figure out who it was, and revealed a very familiar and bright soul. Sam. In a rush, everything came back to him, and he let his eyes snap open. He was in his bed, Hershey and Sam next to him.

Careful not to disturb neither the dog or the human, he turned onto his side and studied Sam. The hunter's wings were gone and so was the piece of Grace that had been residing next to his soul. Gabriel sighed in relief and flew to where Cas was.

He wasn't surprised to find his brother watching Dean like a hawk, blue eyes never wavering from the hunter's sleeping form.

"Hey, Cassie," he greeted, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning next to his brother.

"Gabriel," the angel acknowledged. ""I'm glad you're feeling better, though I am incredibly mad at you. You shouldn't have done the ritual in such a condition."

"Hey, if I remember correctly, you were as eager as me to get these muttonheads back to normal."

"Yes, but I didn't know you were hurt. You could have died, Gabriel."

"Please, I'm a lot tougher than I look."

"That isn't the point. You're my brother and Sam's boyfriend, and you can't go around doing these dangerous things that could end up with you getting yourself killed. It's irresponsible and selfish. What would have happened to Sam if you had died doing the spell?"

Gabriel looked away guiltily, knowing how Sam and Dean both loved to beat themselves up over stuff that wasn't their fault. Cas correctly interpreted his silence and nudged Gabe's Grace with his own, letting his brother know he was forgiven.

Gabriel grinned at his brother and flew back to his room. Hershey was up and extremely happy to see him, tiny tail wagging furiously. Gabriel laughed and tried to fend off the dog's onslaught of licks and happy yips. He settled down in Gabriel's lap, falling asleep once more.

Gabriel sighed and leaned his head back, running his hands through Sam's long hair. His eyes closed, and though he didn't need to sleep, he forced himself to drift off so he wouldn't get bored waiting for Sam to wake up.

I wonder what crazy-ass shit'll happen to those muttonheads tomorrow, he thought as he drifted off, a small smile on his face.

Finished! I hope you like it CastielAnAngelOfTheLord. I'm in the mood for totally random one-shots for a bunch of unrelated fandoms, but I have another multi-chapter story coming that I'm pretty excited about so don't worry; I will still be writing:)

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