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A/N: After much deliberation I've come to a decision about some of the stuff you guys made comments on from the last chapter. Of course, I'm planning to keep those to myself so you'll just have to wait and see.

Also, just a forewarning, this chapter is probably gonna be very angsty at first. I'm sorry ahead of time for that. Oh, and there's lot's of cursing too, of the angelic variety. There is a quick little Dean perving on Sam moment, but it's NOT WINCEST, you'll see what I'm getting at hopefully. Hope you enjoy.

"Shaking all these branches for love to fall

It's hard when you're looking down to see it all,

The leaves are all landing,

And nothings there.

Laying on the highest limb pulling down the stars

Calling your name, I've traveled so far,

No one understands you here, but I've got to try."

"Southern Knell" by: Lovedrug

-Chapter 5-

"Fuck, Fuck FUCK." Came a strangled cry followed by the sound of rushing wind and a resounding crash just as Castiel appeared behind his brother. After following Nakir's signature trail, that Nakir had keyed him in to recognize, he finally found the dark angel throwing the most enormous temper tantrum he had ever seen in the middle of the car dump behind Bobby's house.

"It seems you have been angered?" Castiel stated. Tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Nakir quickly whirled around to face the younger angel, his features etched into a savage visage, the anger apparent in every muscle of his body. What Castiel noted, however was not the anger that was very palpable in the air around them but the pure anguish he saw hidden in the angel's green eyes.

"Castiel..." Nakir croaked out his voice raw from his raging.

"What is bothering you? I've never known you to lose yourself like this?" Castiel asked completely perplexed as to the reason why the other was acting this way.

Hiding his wings, Nakir waved his hand and produced a log to sit on gesturing to Castiel to join him.

Tentatively walking over and taking a seat, Castiel looked at the other angel expectantly for a moment then moved his gaze to the area around them waiting for the other angel to begin.

After at least a couple of hours the silence was broken by a heavy sigh.

Castiel was broken out of his musings concerning the lifespan of the Buick he was staring down, he glanced over at Nakir a question in his eyes.

"I-I don't know how to begin." Nakir said softly. "What I told you a few days ago about my status as an angel and my free will was true, however, there is more to the story. I am not created like you other angels who were created emotionless to serve Father more adequately, for me to lose my emotions would mean my destruction. I could be called the quintessence of humanity, I am their fears, their joys, their hate, their love, as one legend has dubbed me 'I am he who is wrapped in the darkness but is not of the darkness', what I really am though is a lone creature in this universe." Nakir said brokenly, his gaze fixed on the stacks of cars towering above the pair as he spoke.

"Weren't you originally a human though?" Castiel asked, his mind replaying their rooftop conversation a few nights back.

"Yes, and now I'm not, but I'm not an angel either." Nakir whispered. "I look, act and have the same qualities as angels, but that is not what I am." He continued.

"Father had need of a new creation, one who understood the humans like he did, who had felt and experienced what a human is capable of, like he had so many years ago as the son of a virgin." Nakir said his gaze now focused on a piece of metal he had summoned to him, melting and molding it into some abstract form in front of him. Castiel was now transfixed on the story he had only assumed that his brother was just a powerful angel created through extraordinary methods, it would've never crossed his mind that there was another possibility.

"I am what you could call a safety defense mechanism. While I did assume the titles of Master of Death and Angel of Death, the real reason for my transformation and creation was to be the safety mechanism for the Apocalypse." Nakir said sighing softly finally drawing his gaze up to meet Castiel's widened eyes.

"I am, and will always be, a tool." Nakir said, resignation so heavy in his voice weighing down on Castiel.

"What do you mean you're the 'safety mechanism'?" Castiel asked slowly.

"It shall come to pass that a darkness birthed from light will appear on Earth, he is the harbinger of the End, heralding the events of the last days. Never in just one time but always present throughout time, the shadow of the Father's throne, he is God's Dark Angel." Nakir intoned recalling what was prophesied over him after his rebirth.

"However, there shall rise an evil from within the Darkness and the Light, and in this time God's Angel shall be summoned by the light-bearer's vessel, after a millennia of imprisonment. It shall be, that at this time the one who holds the will of the Dark Angel will awaken him from beyond the Seal." A new voice said filling in the silence that had fallen over the two after Nakir's declaration.

Swiftly the two angel's turned around in surprise and confusion at the new voice and were greeted with the sight of a short, brown haired man.

"Gabe!" Nakir cried as he recognized his other brother. Quickly tugging him into a crushing hug.

Castiel just looked on with his trademark confused scowl at the energetic reunion between Nakir and this intruder Nakir called 'Gabe.'

While watching them Castiel thought he heard a slight growl and the scuffling of dirt, when he looked around he didn't sense anything, shrugging it off as the wind blowing through the junkyard he turned back to Nakir who had just let the other man go.

"Hello, Castiel" The other man said in a warm voice, a smirk pulling at the corner's of his mouth that had Castiel blushing.

Castiel could only stare blankly at the man after getting his face cooled down, before turning to Nakir with confusion written all over his face.

"You've never met?" Nakir asked, his voice full of disbelief.

"I do not recall meeting someone..." Here he paused, only to continue just shortly after he gave the man a quick glance over "...like him." His voice full of disdain. (A/N: Ooh, sassy Castiel)

"This is Gabriel, Castiel" Nakir said, still eliciting no recognition.

"You know the-"Hail favored one! The Lord is with you"-Gabriel." Nakir said hoping that one of the most popular greeting in religious history would jog Castiel's memory. From the looks of the now widening eyes it went through.

"I'm sorry Sir, I did not mean to be disrespectful to you with my remark earlier, I just assumed you were a pervert." Castiel stammered out, and then blushed even more when both of the other angels burst out into laughter. While they were laughing he could've sworn there was a choked off cry coming from somewhere to his right, but the sound was quickly ignored in favor of the Archangel in front of him.

"Don't worry Castiel, you didn't offend me it was actually quite cute." Gabriel said leering as he checked out the younger angel.

"Stop it Gabe. Stop being a tease, you know he's not your type nor is he available for you to fuck over." Nakir said rolling his eyes at the antics of the Archangel.

"I just wanted to make him squirm, I guess I could've just used other methods to see that though." Gabriel said to Nakir his eyes raking over Castiel's body as if he were undressing him while imagining using those 'other' methods, making Castiel sputter and flush and Nakir scowl at the innuendo implied. He needed to change the subject before the other angel had a heart attack from being flirted with.

"Gabe, what did you mean when you first showed up?" Nakir asked recalling why their newest member was standing there and his odd statements.

"Yes, I would also like to know what that meant" Castiel asked finally collecting himself while deciding that if Nakir could handle the dirty innuendoes then he could too, "Hmm, wonder what Dean would think if I were able to joke back?" the idle thought briefly crossing his mind as Gabriel answered their question.

"It's the other half of the prophecy, 'cept it looks like you only heard half of it." Gabriel said a contemplative look passing across his face briefly.

"If you ask me, seems like it's about what's going on right now. What with you being unsealed and all." Gabriel said materializing a lollipop and popping it in his mouth while shrugging at his interpretation.

"I hate prophecies" Nakir groaned. He had the vague impression of déjà vu hitting him.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Kirie, oh wait you don't wear underwear I forgot. Oh well, then don't get yourself all worked up...that's really dirty." Gabriel said as he proceeded to follow where that statement led his imagination.

"Wow, Kirie. You're damn flexible!" Gabriel exclaimed as he pulled out the sucker with a resounding pop, his focus completely off of the two angels, one a bright red at his own mental images and the other laughing in amusement at his friends inability to stay on point.

"Yes, Gabe. I'm quite flexible and have many other talents. Not like you'll ever get to experience it though." Nakir said with a grin at Gabriel's pout.

"Joking aside though, what do you think it means?" Nakir asked Gabriel, in all seriousness.

"Kirie, you know it's never a good idea to try 'n' interpret prophecies about oneself. They will always, become self-fulfilling if you do and I don't want to lose my best friend 'cos he was an idiot." Gabriel said, looking Nakir dead in the eyes.

"I know, I know. I just hate prophecies so damn much. They always screw someone over, usually me." Nakir groaned much to the amusement of his companions.

"Well, think of it this way, at least it was about you and not Sammy." Gabriel said slyly, watching as Nakir's features swiftly went from self-centered to worried and protective in a heartbeat.

"Yes,...that's definitely the better option" He muttered "thank Father for that" his subconscious secretly implied.

"And don't call him Sammy." Nakir growled out after realizing what Gabriel had called Sam, "I am not upset that he's calling Sam that name, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I want to be the only one other than Dean to call him that, nope not even a remote possibility." Nakir's subconscious monologued in his head.

"Not like he'll talk to me again anyway, I royally fucked up Gabe." Nakir said, a hint of desperation creeping in his voice.

"We fucked up." Castiel piped in.

Both angels looked over wide-eyed at the soldier angel in disbelief.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Castiel said, slapping his face and rubbing it.

"I did say fuck right, didn't I? I mean it's the same way you guys say fuck, I don't think I've heard any other variations of fuck, so I just copied how you guys were saying it." Castiel said, his face so innocent and cherubic as he watched with wide-eyes (which if one were to look closely would see hints of amusement) as the other angels started choking on their spit.

"Shit. Did I do something wrong?" Castiel asked his voice full of worry at the fit the other two angels were having.

"Ahhhh..., No. No, you said nothing wrong." Nakir finally got out once he was able to stop coughing, disbelief still on his face.

"Cough. Yes, as Castiel so eloquently put it We fucked up." Nakir said stifling a snicker.

"Great, what did you guys do?" Gabriel asked, feeling a headache forming.

"Well..." The two angels began, going over the events of the past few days explaining to the Archangel what happened the day before with the seal of the Witnesses being broken and the death of Bobby, and how they had gone behind the brothers back's to perform the salt and burning. Nakir expressed his fear that he wasn't acting as Father would want him to act, he didn't know whether he should be the emotional creature he typically was or was he supposed to act like the other angels and stifle his emotions to be a cold hearted bastard. Then he went on to explain how the decision he had made to have them both act like heavenly dickbots went completely to hell (no pun intended). Gabriel just silently listened as they explained themselves. Finally when they were finished he let out a hefty sigh.

"Damn. You sure don't do things by half do you Kirie?" Gabriel said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"So, to recap: you fucked up by destroying the Winchester's trust in you when you performed a salt and burning on their loved one, behind their backs might I add. You fucked up even more when you acted like a dickhead this morning. To top it off, as if that wasn't enough the situation didn't get made any better when you both realized you held some attraction to the Winchester boys and decided running off and acting like a couple of fools was a good choice" Here Gabriel pierced both of them with a look.

"Essentially you dumb asses need to apologize and grovel before them if you ever want to get back on their good side. And Kirie, for God's sake. Use your brain, what are your titles?" Gabriel said his voice colored in absolute disdain at their obvious lack of brain use. (A/N: I feel like he's channeling Bobby...)

With that last thought. Gabriel vanished. Leaving two, completely dumfounded angels frozen where they were.

"Shit..." Castiel groaned, as he slapped his hand to his face.

"Well, Castiel seems like we're going to have to do a raising." Nakir said with the creepiest, cheery voice, Castiel had ever heard.

Boys POV: Finally Right?

Dean was cranky. He just wanted to be asleep right now. The amount of craziness in the past few days was a little too much for his sober mind to handle. After the explosive interaction between the angels and well, really just Sam, earlier that morning he had gone and just crawled back into bed. He figured he might as well sleep the rest of the day away not like he was going to be doing anything other than moping if he were awake. He was woken up though by these odd noises from outside that had him shooting up in bed. Taking a quick glance at the clock he realized it had only been just over 2 hours since he fell asleep. Thinking that some other sort of creature was out to get them he got up quickly and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the floor the t-shirt a size too small, and ran out of the room. "Great, I don't have time to change, guess I'm gonna have look a lil' gay today...hmm, this shows off my body really well. Wonder what Cas would think?" Shaking his head at the random thought he rushed over to Sam's room to check on him. Finding the room empty he immediately feared the worst.

"Shit Sammy, what've you gone and gotten yourself into now." Dean thought as he rushed outside where the sound was steadily getting louder. Running through the junkyard he finally came to the source of the noise. The sight that greeted him stopped him running at a jarring halt. It was definitely not what he'd expected and if he were to be even slightly honest with anyone, even himself, he would've been hard pressed not to start drooling and panting over the sight, if it were anyone but his brother.

Sam was in the middle of a clearing of cars and he was shirtless and still wearing those tight, low-rise yoga pants, "fuuhuhuhuh-ck did he go commando?" Dean thought frantically trying to draw his eyes away from the magnetic sight of "his fucking baby brother" his mind supplied, sweating and obviously out of breath from...levitating things? "Huh?" Dean's mind could not compute the fact that a car was levitating in front of his brother. "System failure."

"Eh?" Was the only word his mind could coherently form sound to, but it was enough to get Sam's attention and drop the car, which thankfully was only a couple inches from the ground when he did, and have him turn around looking wide-eyed and... "was that fear in his eyes?" Dean thought.

"Uh, sooo, you float things?" Dean asked, going for the obvious as he stepped closer to Sam, who looked to be having a mini-panic attack at Dean's appearance, only to stop short at the heart breaking words that passed Sam's lips.

"Don't hate me, please, don't hate me. I don't want to lose you again. I won't do it again, I just...don't hate me please. I wanted to see what had happened this morning and what the energy was an-an-and..." "...I was so angry at Nakir, I needed release." Sam said babbling, his voice thick with tears, finding the ground very interesting.

Suddenly Sam was engulfed in a tight hug as Dean's scent washed over him. All Sam could do was hug back and began crying into his brother's neck (A/N: I'm taking liberties with Dean's height, he is 5'10" not 6'1"), as Dean kept whispering over and over in his ear.

"Shh-shh. It's all right Sammy, I'm not mad at you. A little scared for you, yeah, but we'll figure it out. Calm down, shh-shh. I'm not leaving you again, not if I can help it." Dean kept whispering, rubbing small soothing circles across Sam's back as he calmed his seriously emotionally wrecked brother down.

All Sam could think of at the moment was "He's not leaving? Why isn't he leaving? I don't want him to leave, but I'm a freak. He shouldn't be around me. What do these powers mean? Is it the demon blood? Sam thought as he cried, his mind racing a mile a minute at the implications these powers held for him. "At least Dean hasn't left me. I'm glad he's not freaking out, and his overprotectiveness is really nice right now, especially this hug. Sam thought as his sobs slowly abated. "Wait? Dean's hugging me? Uh-oh, he's going to flip out about chick-flick moments when we're done." Sam thought chuckling inwardly at the thought, surprisingly feeling a lot lighter after his breakdown.

"Thanks Dean." Sam whispered as he pulled away trying not to look at his brother's face.

"Hey, none of that now Sammy. I think we're past the point of embarrassment, you did just cry all over my shoulder in that horrible excuse for a chick-flick moment, I kinda think you can handle looking me in the face." Dean said rubbing the back of his neck indicating his 'well that was awkward' tic, a grimace forming on his face.

"Ha-ha, yeah, I guess." Sam chuckled still nervous as to what was going to happen next.

"So, how long have you been out here?" Dean asked, scoping out the emotional stability of his brother with his nonintrusive question.

"Umm, I think just a little after you had gone back to bed" Sam said sheepishly.

"So, what do you think it is?" Dean asked, he was more than a little curious about it and surprisingly he wasn't weirded out that his brother had this 'psychic' ability, he thought it was kinda cool.

Sam's mouth pulled down into his deep thinker frown, that had Dean smiling fondly at his brother.

"Well, after this morning's show I just was so wound up and fucking pissed at Nakir, I don't know it was like this energy was sizzling under my skin and I just needed to release it somehow. I guess instinctively I just knew I needed to expel it into the environment. So, I came out here to test a theory. I decided to meditate on the feelings I was having when Nakir had me pissed off and the house was shaking and grasp that feeling minus the negative connotation and just went from there." Sam said, his bookwormish-ness showing its' true colors, lecturing Dean on his processes.

"That's cool and all Sammy, but are you sure you're not using that hate you feel for Nakir and Castiel to fuel it, in any situation, spiritual most definitely, any negative force will influence the intent, even if it's the best intentions, behind the action." Dean said while adopting his own lecturing tone of voice.

Sam just looked on, surprise written all over his face after Dean finished.

"What?" Dean asked looking around him to make sure nothing was creeping up on him.

"You sounded smart..." Sam whispered in awe.

"Fuck you." Dean said punching him in the arm.

Sam snickered as he rubbed his arm where he was punched.

"Yeah, I know Dean. I'll be careful if it even seems like I'm sinking in I'll quit practicing and I trust Nakir to make sure that doesn't happen" Sam said returning to their previous conversation. Despite the fact Sam was pissed as hell, he could understand the initial intent behind the angels actions and after all they had known each other for only a couple of weeks, they still we're going to be feeling each other's personalities out so of course there were going to be bumps along the way.

Suddenly in the silence that lulled over them, they heard the faint tones of voices.

Signaling to each other Sam and Dean slowly crept towards where the source of the sounds were coming from.

They didn't have to go far to find the source of the noise either, despite the fact that Dean thought it felt like they had walked for miles, it was a small clearing in the middle of a tall circular stack of cars that bowed over forming a dome. In the middle of the clearing their backs to them, sat their angels on a log in what appeared to be a serious discussion. The soft glow that seeped through the circular opening in the roof of the precariously built dome left a soft golden glow on the angels. The scene looked like something from a painting, a beautiful representation of the spiritual and divine.

The two Winchester boys were awe-struck. Dean couldn't take his eyes off of Castiel, the way the light brought his features into stark relief, left him a bit breathless at the sight. He could hear his brother take in a sharp breath at the sight too. Catching each other's eyes they nodded to each other to let the two be for now and head back to Bobby's. Just as they were turning around they saw another man arrive out of nowhere.

One they were intimately familiar with.

Sam, who if asked would swear up and down he did not, growled fiercely as he saw his own personal tormentor The Trickster appear behind the angels. He was about to go in and throttle the creature if Dean hadn't grabbed him and held him back as they scuffled back into hiding to see what was going on. However, Sam would have nothing of it, he was out for blood this time, an almost primal instinct flooding his senses, that bastard had made him endure Dean's death for day's and he most certainly didn't want him near his angel.

"Dude. Calm the fuck down." Dean said, slapping his brother in the face. He had no idea what was getting into his brother but it was as if he was poss-eh-ssed. "Fuck My Life." Was all Dean could think as he groaned internally. "Why Meeee" Dean wondered idly as he prepared himself for a fight.

"Christo" Dean whispered in Sam's ear. Nothing happened. Not even the tightening of muscles. Well shit. I guess he's just straight crazy. Dean thought to himself dryly. The thought that Sam was crazy, officially, made him chuckle silently.

"Yo, Sammy." Dean said snapping his fingers in his brother's face. Finally getting a reaction as he startled his brother who was having the most intense staring contest with...nothing.

"Huh? What?" Sam said wondering why his brother was really close to his face. "Why does he have that weird look on his face...well weirder than normal." Sam thought.

"Dude. What. The. Fuck." Dean said wondering if he wasn't the crazy one here. If he wasn't at the moment he sure was headed there.

"Err, what are you talking about?" Sam asked hoping what he thought had just been in his head, a crazy thought or at the very least just an overactive imagination wasn't really real.

"You just went, psycho Planet of the Apes on me, you sasquatch!" Dean exclaimed whispering heatedly. "What the hell?"

He thought back to what had happened when he slipped into that dazed state, it was almost like he was looking through a fog. It started with the feeling of intense emotions overwhelming him like it had earlier. He didn't want to worry Dean though so he kept it to himself, he'd figure it out later.

"Err, sorry Dean." Sam said grimacing while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's just I hate him." Sam said vehemently turning his attention back to the group, just in time to see Nakir hug the trickster with a huge grin on his face. All Sam could hear as his vision tunneled was the sound of rushing wind and the mantra ringing in his head "I need to get away, away, away..." and the sudden tug on his senses as he suddenly found himself in what appeared to be his bed with Dean passed out beside him. The burning ragged throb of his heart pulsed harder as the last image and thought he had before consciousness escaped him was the smile on Nakir's face as he hugged that trickster and the feeling of betrayal "I guess it's just fated to happen to me. I'm always going to be betrayed..."

And as the darkness took him down into it's domain, another darkness began stirring in the recesses of the soul it inhabited, awakened by it's master's hurt. Shaking off ages of sleep it took in the state of his master and realized that survival was it's number one priority and the weak state of his master's soul would not ensure that and neither would he be able to handle the explosion of power that came with his full awakening. So, while his master slept it began to make changes to it's host to accommodate him. Content with the direction his host's development was going it went back into the shadowed hollow of its' awakening and waited, growing hungrier and hungrier...

A/N: Alright. What didja think? I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter? I think it's good at some points, but other points not so sure. Oh, well. Please Review with any constructive criticisms or comments, compliments and/or any other forms of endearment. Thanks.

-SS