Back in Black

Chapter 33

Castiel was curled up against Harvelle and his dog. Dean was still in shock Loki was in fact Gabriel in hiding, and that Sam Harvelle had been able to find them with the dog. Castiel was just glad the Harvelles didn't mind if he hung around them like a broken dog eager to be loved.

Harvelle wrapped his magic around Castiel, and it felt wonderful. He would come crawling back no matter how badly this Dean treated him, if only to feel it again. He knew he had become more addicted to it than any drug or drink.

Even Dean had commented on how eager Cas was around the other one. It clearly annoyed him very much, but he didn't dare admit it did.

Harvelle curled his metaphysical dragon wing around Castiel's shredded ones. He purred and curled closer into it. There was something about this Dean that drew you in and kept you close. Sam rolled over and faced his brother. Castiel could feel Gabriel come to the forefront and curl into the wing as well.

To his disappointment, the sun started to rise and hit Dean right in the face. He wished it would go away so he could stay curled up a little longer.

Harvelle grunted in annoyance.

"I hate mornings," he said, waking up.

He noticed Castiel was curled up around him like some sort of cat, and smiled. Cas' heart did a flip. Then suddenly so did his body as he fell a few feet into Dean's hands.

He blinked. What was that? Dean chuckled and conjured a mirror. He was a cat?

I noticed you weren't too eager to quit cuddling, so I turned your human vessel into a cat for the moment. That way you can stay curled up in my pocket.

Castiel purred. That sounded like the perfect solution to his problem. Then he looked at the hellhound.

Relax. Bear knows you're not a threat, so he'll mostly ignore you. He's not one of those dogs who chases cats and cars.

Dean put Cas' form on his shoulder, and the tail immediately curled around his neck while Castiel draped himself like some sort of scarf. Sam took one look at the picture it made and snorted in amusement.

"Think Gabe would like to be a golden retriever?" he asked innocently.

That nearly set Sam off laughing.

"He's just happy that I let him use me until his wings recover. He doesn't know what to think of nice Dean and Sam."

Dean grimaced.

Winchester was an asshole...pretty much John two point oh with none of the redeeming qualities.

Not only had he abandoned Sam when he needed his brother the most, he also didn't try to work things out properly. The Winchesters just bulldozed their way into things without any real finesse and when things went to shit that didn't even have the decency to admit they were to blame. In short, not someone Dean would trust with his life.

Hell, everyone nearly shot Sam when they saw him, believing him to be Lucifer. If he hadn't immediately turned into Bugs and dove underground, they would have shot him.

"So when can we go home?" asked Sam.

"After we clean up the Winchesters mess. I'm not leaving the angels here either. How would Gabriel feel if we were to drag Michael's sorry ass out of heaven and make him deal with this shit?"

"Hell, how would Luke react if we dumped both of them on another plain to get this nonsense over with?" snorted Sam.

Dean grinned. He could agree to that, seeing as how he was the only one who could pull that off. Gabriel perked up when he heard the name Michael, and when Sam sent him an image of what they planned to do, he started laughing...though Sam could feel the pain in Gabriel's Grace.