Left and Forgotten

Chapter 7

*Cas POV*

I couldn't believe my eyes. What was Dean thinking? I took in the scene person by person. First Dean. He was tensed up his hand formed a fist and was raised ready to strike. There was something about his expression, something about his eyes. He just wasn't Dean. He was so much darker. Then I saw Dean's pray, Gabriel. I hadn't seen my older brother this helpless since Lucifer left. His expression was one I knew all too well. Fear and guiltiness. He had always thought it was his fault Lucifer beat him up. He had told me as much. But only once had he ever spoken on the topic. It was after Lucifer had beaten him and it was a short lived conversation. Only because Michael interrupted. Then I saw Sam. Shocked, angry, confused and worried. He looked much like the way I felt. Quickly Gabriel came back to his senses. He masked his fear with a smile.

"Hey, Dean-O," Gabriel smirked," Nice to see you back. But- uh... can you put the fist down? It would be much appreciated." Dean didn't respond his face was still set in a dark tone.

"He's 14, Gabriel!" Dean snarled. I blinked in slight surprise. Was Dean actually angry with Gabriel for making-out with Sam? In my opinion they made a good couple.

"Exactly, Dean-O," Gabriel's tone turned serious, "He's not a little kid any more. He can make his own decisions." The punch was so fast I didn't really seen anything except the blur of movement. Then the sound of Dean's fist his hitting Gabriel's face.

"Dean!" I put a hand over my mouth (yes like a shocked old woman).

"Oh my god! Gabe!" Sam moved to help Gabriel who was now nursing a soon to be black eye. Dean stepping in the way. "What the hell Dean!" Sam turned on his brother.

"Go back to you class, Sam," Dean commanded.

"No, way!" Sam yelled shoving Dean out of the way.

"Sammy," Dean grabbed Sam's arm as he passed, "He's not good for you."

"Now listen to me you hypocritical dick," Gabriel said moving out from behind Sam. "I like you, Dean. I really do. You seem like a nice guy. I think you and Castiel are great together. I give you my blessing which is the best you could get from anyone in our family. Sam is no older than Castiel. I will not hurt your brother, Dean. You have my word, and you can trust my word. If you can't trust my word then at least understand that this is what Sam wants. I would never force him into anything." Dean looked like he was going to fight back.

"Dean, why don't we go," I mumbled hoping Dean would listen.

It took Dean a second to respond. "Not till I know Sammy's going back to class."

"Fine, I'm going," Sam snarled. He gave one last longing and sorry look at Gabriel then walked off.

Once Sam was far out of earshot Dean turned to me, "Lets go, Cas."

"Hey, not so fast!" Gabriel yelped. "You guys can ditch if you want but just be home for supper, got it Cassie? Also don't do anything I wouldn't!"

"I'll be home for supper, Gabriel."

"Are you ok, Castiel?" Gabriel asked the seriousness obvious in his voice.

"Just a one day fever. I promise I'm fine," I smiled.

"You better be!" Gabriel yelled at my back as Dean and I walked off.

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I watched the houses pass by the car window. The new memory pressed against my mind again.

The tears ran down my young face. "Stop pouting, Castiel," My older sibling commanded, "Angels don't cry." I nodded and wiped my nose with my hand. "Especially not over something so trivial." Raphael looked down upon me. Raphael was the archangel in charge of training me. Dad had given all 4 of the archangels equal shares of young angels to train.