All You Did was Save my Life

Angel Brothers

Several hours later, Sam and Bobby had returned to Singer Salvage. They walked in not knowing what to expect, and were greeted by complete silence. They walked into the room they’d left Cas in and found the angel asleep. He was lying with his head in Dean’s lap and they could see the heat pack wrapped around his stomach.

            “Hey,” Sam whispered and Dean and Ellen looked up.

            “Hey, did you guys find the angel?” Dean asked.

            “Yeah,” Sam replied, “Turns out the Trickster is actually the archangel Gabriel.”

            “Seriously?” Dean said incredulously, “Wow, did not see that one coming… And he said he’d help?”

            “Yeah,” Sam said, “I thought he would’ve been here by now.” Right as he said that, there was a flutter of wings behind him. Turning, they saw Gabriel and another man standing in the middle of the kitchen. They ignored the stares of Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Ellen and went straight over to the couch.

            “How long has he been out?” Gabriel asked.

            “He fell asleep about an hour ago,” Dean said, “Ellen got him some heat packs, but it took awhile to take effect. He’s been in a lot of pain…” Gabriel looked up at him and saw the concern and worry in Dean’s eyes.

            “He’ll be fine,” Gabriel told him, “His vessel is adjusting to the Nephilim and is feeding off his Grace.”

            “He’s going to get much weaker as the day of the split comes closer,” the other man said.

            “And who are you?” Sam asked.

            “Balthazar,” Gabriel replied, “He’s an angel.” At that moment, Cas groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

            “Dean?” he rasped.

            “Right here Cas,” Dean said, running his hand through the angel’s short hair, “How’re you feeling? Are you still in pain?”

            “A bit,” Cas admitted, “Why am I so tired?”

            “The Nephilim is part human which means as it emits human emotions and needs you’ll pick up on them,” Gabriel said and Cas stiffened. He turned his head to the side slightly and bolted upright when he saw Gabriel and Balthazar standing there.

            “Whoa Cas, easy,” Dean said, trying to steady the weakened angel.

            “What are they doing here?” he asked.

            “They’re here to help Cas,” Sam said, “Gabriel’s the angel we found at the warehouse you sent us to.”

            “But–but you were dead,” Cas said, “Both of you.”

            “Actually everyone just assumed I was dead,” Gabriel said.

            “Yeah, and I faked mine,” Balthazar told him.

            “Cas, Cas what’s wrong?” Dean asked. What the hell was going on? He’d never seen Cas act like this before. Cas didn’t answer, but rather turned and buried his face in Dean’s shoulder. He could feel his face burning in shame at not being able to control his emotions.

            Cas didn’t notice as Ellen stood and ushered the others out of the room. All he could focus on was Dean’s hand running soothingly up and down his back.