All You Did was Save my Life

Brothers

            “Is everything alright?” Sam asked when Bobby hung up the phone.

            “We need to find that angel,” Bobby replied, “And fast.” Sam looked from Bobby back to the road as the older hunter pressed down on the gas.

            “Please let Cas be okay,” he thought, “Please. Dean won’t be able to handle it if he’s not.”

            They finally reached the place Cas had told them about and Bobby parked outside the worn down warehouse.

            “Seems like a dingy place for an angel of the Lord to be hangin’ out, dun’it?” Bobby said and Sam agreed.

            “Let’s go,” he said, securing his gun as he got out of the car. They slowly approached th building and Sam pulled the door open. However, what they found inside was not what they were expecting.

            The inside was lavishly decorated. There was large, elegant furniture spread out and a chocolate fountain sat in the centre of it.

            “What–?” Sam looked at Bobby in confusion.

            “Sam Winchester!” a voice shouted and Sam and Bobby turned around.

            “You!” Sam said when he saw the Trickster, “What are you doing here?”

            “Expecting someone else Sammy boy?” he asked.

            “Actually yes,” Bobby replied.

            “Ah yes,” the Trickster said, “You’re looking for an angel.”

            “How the hell did you know that?” Sam asked.

            “Your thoughts are really loud Sammy boy,” the Trickster replied.

            “You can read thoughts?” Sam asked.

            “Of course, all angels can,” the Trickster replied.

            “Angel?” Bobby said in confusion, “You’re an angel?”

            The Trickster smirked at them, “The name’s Gabriel.”

            “Gabriel?” Sam said in shock, “As in the archangel?”

            “The one and only,” Gabriel said, “Now Sammy boy, what are you and Mr. Singer looking for me for?”

            “We need your help,” Sam said after a moments hesitation.

            “My help?” Gabriel smirked, “And what does the great Sam Winchester need my help for?”

            “It’s about Castiel,” He replied and Gabriel froze.

            “Castiel?” he asked, “What’s wrong with him?” All traces of smugness and joking were gone from his features.

            “He’s sick,” Sam replied, “And there are angels after him.”

            “Why are there angels after?” Gabriel asked.

            “Cause Cas is pregnant,” Sam replied, “Cas and Dean are… anyway, there are angels who have already come after him and we think we’ve protected him for now, but we don’t know if we’ll be able to keep it up.”

            “The baby is his and Dean’s?” Gabriel clarified and Sam nodded, “Nephilim are illegal; Heaven will have set out to destroy it.”

            “We know, but we were hoping you could just help us know more about it so we can help Cas…” Sam trailed off. He was starting to feel more and more like this was a wasted journey.

            “I'm sure…” Gabriel trailed off, feeling torn. He could help Cas – he should help Cas – but that would mean exposing himself to Heaven. He turned on his heel and walked a few steps, groaning in frustration.

            “He’s in pain,” Bobby said and Gabriel spun around.

            “What?” he said sharply.

            “They called a little while ago,” Bobby went on, “Cas’ body is havin’ a rough time adjusting to the baby and he’s in a lot of pain because of it. He needs your help.” Gabriel still looked hesitant, but nodded.

            “Where is he?” he asked.

            “My place,” Bobby replied.

            “I’ll meet you there,” Gabriel said and was gone.

            “How’d you know telling him Cas was hurt would get him to help?” Sam asked.

            “Big brothers always want to help their little brothers when they’re hurt,” Bobby replied.