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Castiel rose to his feet quickly, pulling Dean up with him. His eyes were unusually dark, his anger and hatred for who ever had his brother captive was barely being contained.

"I have to go. I have to find him."

Dean grabbed his shoulder, sitting him back on the bed.

"Woah woah woah, okay just calm down. We have been searching for him for almost half a year now. If you couldn't find him before, what makes you think you can find him now?"

Dean stared at Cass, he could almost see the gears moving in the angels head, searching for an answer. Sam groan in pain and curled around the feathers again, a faint blue glowing from them.

"That's it. The feathers."

Dean looked at him with a very confused look on his face.

"What about the feathers?"

Cass went to grab the bundle from Sam's hands, only stopping when his screaming filled the room. Once more.

"Cass what the fuck? What is going on? You aren't going anywhere until you explain what is happening."

Castiel sighed and stood up, pulling Dean out of the room.

"Okay. I'll start with the feathers. When I was a young angel, Gabriel was my favorite brother. I worshiped him. I hates being away from him, so when he was sent away on an order, I would become very unstable. Gabriel found a way to help with that. You see, it wasn't me so much that would become unstable, it was my grace. It was so used to being around Gabriel's grace that it went crazy. So Gabriel made me the feather bundle that is now with Sam. Angel wings carry our grace through them. Our feathers work as sort of radiation points for it, connected to the grace in our bodies. The grace in his feathers worked just as the grace in himself. Now it's doing the same thing. Gabriel's grace is protecting Sam the best it can. The problem is that it can't completely fend off the pain. Which means that there is no grace protecting Gabriel. Dean please we have to find him."

Castiel looked up at Dean, his fear showing clearly on his face.

"We will. We will Cass I promise. But how?"

"The feathers. If we released them, they will go back to him."

Dean looked down at Castiel.

"Wait a second, you said those feathers are the only thing keeping the pain at bay for Sammy. If we take them, he'll die."

Cass thought for a second before pulling off yours trench coat and opening his wings.

"Pull out 7 feathers, exactly 7. And find something to tie then with."

Dean nodded, not even questioning the angel. He found some sewing thread and went back to Cass.

"Ready?"

Cass nodded, gripping the table beside them. Dean reached up, running his fingers through the silly feathers before pulling one out, then another, continuing until he had 7 perfect feathers in his hands, all vibrating as if trying to escape. Cass pulley away from the table, a crack in the wood where he had been gripping, and took the feathers and thread, tying them together and whispering an old Enochian spell. The bundle began to good a soft blue before stopping.

"Switch this with the one Sam has, and he will be fine."

Cass went into the room, doing beside Sam. He placed the new bundle of feathers in Sam's hands, removing Gabriel's. Sam stirred awake only for a brief moment before Cass pressed his fingers to Sam's head, effectively putting him in a comatose state for the next few hours.