Take The Heart I Never Wanted to Give

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Gabriel continued to walk cautiously behind Sam, only initiating conversation when Sam veered off in the wrong direction. Sam was stalking forward ahead of him, anger and worry radiating off of him so heavily that it was completely blocking all of Gabriel's senses. It got to the point where Gabriel almost couldn't smell anything but anger and it began to mess with his sense of direction.

"Sam?" Gabriel called carefully. The alpha ignored him, continuing to stalk forward.

"Sam!" Gabriel called a bit more forcefully. This time, the alpha stopped, but didn't turn around to look at Gabriel.

Gabriel let out a frustrated sigh and strode over to stand in front of Sam. Sam's face was set nearly expressionless except for the fiery anger that glowed alarmingly bright in his normally calm and compassionate eyes.

"Can you calm down for a minute?" Gabriel asked sternly.

"How the hell am I supposed to calm down, Gabriel!" Sam snapped, "That bastard Alastair is out there right now chasing after my brother. I have to get to him before he does!"

"I get that Sam but yelling at me isn't going to solve anything!" Gabriel snapped back.

Sam let out an annoyed huff and shoved passed Gabriel, who stumbled slightly before regaining his balance, "I don't have time for this." He hissed.

"Hey!" Gabriel barked his hand snatching Sam's before he could walk away, his honey colored eyes encompassed with small flecks of electric blue. Sam stiffened and whirled around on Gabriel, his teeth bared and his own eyes encased in light amber. Gabriel held his glare evenly, his lips just barely curled back to bare his teeth at Sam as well. This continued for several more seconds before Sam sagged his shoulders, the fight and anger draining out of him as quickly as it had came. Gabriel relaxed his defensive posture as well and reached up to gently cup Sam's cheeks in his hands.

"You okay now?" Gabriel asked softly.

Sam merely nodded, not yet trusting his voice to say the right words.

Gabriel gave him a small sad smile and leaned up to kiss Sam's lips and then pulled the taller man down into a firm hug, "It's gonna be okay. We'll find them."

"I just want him to be safe," Sam muttered hoarsely against Gabriel's neck, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around Gabriel's body, "He's my big brother I can't...I just—" The word's caught in his throat, his teeth biting down roughly on his bottom lip to keep the harsh sobs that threatened to spill out from his lips.

Gabriel tightened his grip on Sam and hushed the distressed Alpha as best as could, "Shh. I know, I know. We're gonna find them, okay? I prom—"

Gabriel stopped abruptly, the sharp coppery scent of blood and the strong sour scent of panic bombarding his senses. His heart rate sped up when two other familiar scents flooded his nose, <i>Dean</i> and <i>Cas</i>.

"Sam, we need to go." Gabriel said urgently. He let go of Sam and took off in a sprint forward.

Sam collected himself, confused by the omegas frantic tone? "Gabriel, what—?"

"We need to go <i>now!</i>" Gabriel yelled back without stopping.

"At least tell me what's wrong!" Sam shouted, taking off in a sprint until he was beside Gabriel who continued to run at a hurried speed.

"We were right! I can smell them up ahead!" Gabriel said urgently, "One of them is hurt but I can't tell who yet. They're at the tree; I'm sure of it."

Sam swallowed down the lump of welling panic in his throat and nodded stiffly, "How badly is one of them hurt?"

Gabriel stopped briefly and faced Sam, looking hesitant to answer him, "I smelled a lot of blood, Sam. It's bad. I know that much."

Sam inhaled sharply and nodded again, not letting the fear envelope him, "Then let's get to them before it gets worse."

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To say Dean felt and looked absolutely awful would be a large understatement. His skin was only five shades away from being completely white and he was shivering so violently he was almost afraid he might just break into tiny shards. The blood flow from his gunshot wound had slowed to a small trickle of some time ago, but there was still an alarming amount of partially dried blood that covered his left side and most of his left leg.

"Dean, you've got to stay awake." Castiel said urgently above him.

Dean almost didn't hear him, the steady ringing in his ears and the increasing pain in his side made it nearly impossible to focus on anything.

"M'trying, C-Cas." He replied sluggishly, his mouth dry and tasting of chalk.

Castiel broad arms tightened cautiously around his body, twitchy fingers drawing random patterns on his ashen skin, "Good. Good. Just...stay awake, okay?"

Dean nodded as best as he could, huddled closer to Castiel. Dean could smell the worry and anxiousness radiating off of the blue eyed alpha, the scent sour and sharp. Dean felt the burning need to reassure the alpha, despite him being the one that was severely injured. Making a decision, He reached up with a shaky and pale hand, Dean touched Castiel's cheek, making the alpha snap his attention toward Dean. Dean gave him a weak smile, his green eyes shimmering despite the feverish fog that clouded them,

"Cas..." Dean said, swallowing thickly to relieve some of the dryness in his throat, "I-It's gon-n-na be okay."

Despite himself, Castiel let out s broken, humorless chuckle, "Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?" He said, his voice coming out strained.

"Doesn't m-matter. Y-You smell w-worried." Dean replied, a ragged cough bursting from his chest shooting a spark of pain down his injured side that nearly made him blackout.

Castiel's lips twisted into a frown the sour smell of worry and panic becoming more evident in his scent, "You're getting worse. That's why I'm worried."

Dean attempted to speak, his words caught in his dry throat as another painful cough wracked his body, sending a spike of pain through his side that successfully made him black out. Dean slumped suddenly in Castiel's arms, the alpha letting out a surprised shout when he did so.

"Dean?" He called worriedly. When the omega didn't move, Castiel began shaking Dean roughly to rouse the omega, "Dean?!" He shouted, the panic no longer hidden in his voice. Castiel quickly held up to fingers up to Dean's pulse, waiting impatiently for a small thump or something that indicated that Dean was still alive. He breathed a shaky sigh relief when he felt Dean's pulse thump weakly under his fingers. He was just unconscious. But that didn't make the situation any less dire. The longer he stayed here the worse Dean got and Castiel had no way of moving him without injuring Dean and himself in the process. Castiel was alarmed to feel something wet slide down his cheek, he reached up to dab at the wetness that smelled of salt. He hadn't realized he was crying, but he could truly think of nothing better to do.

Castiel bit his cracked lips, the already broken skin breaking further, no doubt drawing a sliver of blood, and came to a desperate decision. He would call as loudly as he could for help. That was Dean's last hope.

"Help!" Castiel shouted as loudly as his voice could carry, more tears spilling from his already red rimmed eyes, "Some one please help!"