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ANOTHER NOTE- Yes I know it's been more than two months since I posted this fic and I'm only updating it now. The main reason for the update is my best friend has been threatening me all summer to finally post the second chapter, these threats ranged from death to not speaking to me. So here ya go sparkly new chapter.

Dean didn't know wether he should move or not. On one hand, he had a very warm and equally sleepy angel cuddled against his chest. On the other, he hadn't really gotten up in the past five hours. Thinking about it though, Dean supposed he and Cas deserved to lay in as much as they wanted considering the events that had taken place that very morning. Well, it was more like Castiel deserved it. Dean knew that the bruises wouldn't fade for weeks. The slash marks covering his skin were a different story, he didn't even want to mention the broken fingers.

Looking down upon his angel, Dean noticed the once white dressing that he had used to bandage Castiel's wounds were now revealing the stark red underneath. Well that was reason enough to get up. Now how to go about waking up Cas. Even on his best days, his boyfriend was as far away from a morning person as they got, and today of all days was certainly not his best, never mind that it wasn't even morning.

This called for special procedure.

Dean placed a chaste kiss on Castiel's forehead, followed by one on his cheek. However the former angel didn't even twitch. But Dean couldn't have that, could he? His attack now spread out to wherever his lips could reach, covering Castiel's face in a flurry of light kisses. This time Cas reacted with a slight grumble and wiggled closer to the warm body next to him. "Dean . . ." But it came out muffled as Castiel's face was pressed into Dean's side to escape the kisses.

Dean was tempted to give up his attack then and there just to let his angel sleep, but the blood soaked rags were staring him right in the face. "Come on Cas, we have to get up now." Dean insisted as he attempted to get up, only to be held down by the weight on his chest.

This time Castiel removed his face from the fabric of the cotton shirt to speak. "I disagree."

"Yes we do. We both need to eat and you-"

"We still have the pie" Cas interjected

Dean sighed, this was becoming harder than he expected. " No, we finished that a few hours ago, remember?" All he got as a reply was Castiel looking over to the empty pie container on the nightstand and shrugging. " So as I was saying, we need food and I need to change your dressing."

Again no reply, just Cas gazing at the red slowly seeping out of his wounds and past the bandages. This was worrying. "Castiel-". Immediately the former rose from the bed and stood up, only slightly shaky from the sudden rise.

"Shall we go then?" Castiel asked with a comforting smile on his face. Dean nodded and smiled back, and stood up and took Castiel's hand in his own, the one that didn't have the three broken fingers.

Once they got downstairs they found Sam sprawled unceremoniously on the couch with his long limbs dangling over the edge.

"Hey Sammy, I would have thought you would have asked Gabriel to come over by now?" Dean inquired as he led Castiel over to the kitchen.

Sam just sighed, "I did, he said he was busy, but he promised he'd be over as soon as possible."

"When was that?"

" Five hours ago." Sam groaned.

Dean wanted to say that he should cheer up because Gabriel would be back soon, but Sam already knew that. Everyone knew the archangel never stayed away for more than a day or two for angelic business. One time Gabriel was supposed to be gone a whole week, but after three days he showed up because he simply just missed Sam.

"Hey Dean," Castiel called as he poked his head out from the kitchen. "Do you know where my coat is?" Dean nearly groaned Oh how he wished he hadn't asked that. Dean understood why he wanted it, the trench coat was almost like a security blanket to the angel. But right now that trench coat was in the panic room, stained with blood and holy oil. He couldn't go down there to get and there was no way in hell he was letting Cas anywhere near that room.

Thank god or whatever deity that didn't hate them Sam stepped in, " Right now it's hanging outside to dry. I washed it for you and got most of the stains out. It should be dry by now if you want me to go and grab it for you."

Castiel smiled at the young Winchester, a sight that Dean was more than happy to see. "Thank you very much Sam for cleaning my coat for me, but I think I will go and get it myself."

Dean found that he really didn't like the idea of Castiel going anywhere alone right now. " Hey, I'll get it for you Cas. You can just stay here." He said as he made his way towards the door.

"Dean, I am not an invalid. I believe I can manage walking outside and grabbing my belongings. Thank you though." The snarky part of Deans brain wanted to respond with, you couldn't even walk downstairs and grab a snack without basically getting kidnapped. But luckily the non-douchebag part knew that that comment would end with a very upset boyfriend and a night on the couch. So he held his tongue. Castiel seemed pleased that Dean didn't argue any further and walked out the door with only a slight limp, but not before lightly kissing Dean on the lips.

Not even thirty seconds had passed before the sound of six magnificent wings filled the room, leaving in its wake one Archangel. " Hey there Sam."Gabriel said with smile that seemed to convey far more than just friendly greeting.

Sam wasted no time going over to his angel and greeting him very intimately. Dean made a point to look away from the lip locked couple. It's not like Dean was disgusted by there relationship, quite the opposite really, he was glad Sam had found someone. It was just seeing your little brother making out wasn't something anyone was comfortable with.

As if Gabriel could read Dean's thoughts, (which he actually could, but it had been forbidden after one very embarrassing incident which no one liked to remember) he stopped kissing Sam for a moment and turned to Dean. " Oh come on Dean-O, we all know that if little Cassie was here you'd be doing the same thing." Gabriel smirked. "Speaking of which, where is he? Castiel's usually glued to your side like the lost puppy he really is." So Sam hadn't told Gabriel what happened. Dean didn't know whether to be relieved or not. He knew that no matter what he did the Archangel was going to as far from calm as they got once he found out what happened to Cas. So to hopefully counteract the angels rage, Dean was going to have to be very gentle about this as to not shock Gabriel. Okay, so he was going to sit him down and . . . Tell an Archangel that his little brother got tortured by his boyfriend's dad.

Oh yeah, he was going to die.

As Dean was trying to come up with a plan to not invoke Gabriel's wrath a slight gasp sounded throughout the room. Looking up, Dean saw that Gabe had detached himself from Sam and was staring at Castiel who had reentered the room, coat in hand.

Honestly at this point Dean's pretty sure Cas just times his entrances to cause this biggest shit storm possible

Gabriel's eyes didn't miss a single bruise or cut; the three broken fingers on his left hand that we're crudely wrapped; the two black eyes; the split lip still bleeding and the bandages that Dean still hadn't rewrapped.

"Dean," The archangel spoke, his voice hard. "Can I speak with you for a moment?" He prepared himself to yet again explain what happened to Castiel, but Dean should have braced himself for an entirely different reason. For as soon as Gabriel finished his question there was a finger on his forehead and suddenly Dean was no longer in Bobby's house. In fact, he wasn't really anywhere at all.

Authors note- Thank you for bearing through a chapter that I myself barely like. And if you're wondering when the next chapter is going to be uploaded it will be very soon, like a week tops. Oh and sorry for how short this chapter is, I just got lazy.