Rising sun.

Shouldn't have gone back.

Dean’s P.O.V

After a lot of jittery thoughts, and struggling on the aero plane, we had finaly found ourselves outside of Cas’ house. As much as I longed to see him, needed to see him, I couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door.

So, here I am, rocking back and forth on my heels, outside Cas’ door, Charlie tapping her foot impatiently behind me.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” She asked, placing her tiny hand on my shoulder.

I took a deep breathe and leant against the wall near the door. “I don’t know, after everything you told me on the plane, I feel as though I don’t deserve this, him.” I said softly, looking at the floor, as the stupidity of what I just said, flowed throughout my head.

She leant against the railing, as she rolled her eyes, “Dude, if anyone deserves you, if anyone deserves him, it’s Cas and you. You've literally been the highlight in his life” she explained, I quirked an eyebrow at her, only to snort and avert my gaze to the ground.

“Charlie?” I whispered.

“Yeah, Dean?” she replied.

“Do you think he could forgive me?” I said, still looking at the ground. She sighed, walking over to me, so she could hug me around the waist. “I don’t know Dean.” I had to admire her honesty.

I guess it was my turn to be strong for Castiel.

“Alright, Bradbury, let’s do this, there’s an angel on the other side of that door.” I said, enthusiastically shaking myself out.

She laughed happily, “I’ve missed him” she said suddenly.

“Oh god ain’t that the truth” I replied, before knocking hard on the door. What we heard wasn’t encouraging, there was a lot of shuffling, and someone whisper, “GABRIEL” We heard someone shout heatedly.

Charlie sucked in a nervous breathe from behind me, and I instantly tensed.

Gabriel’s P.O.V

“GABRIEL” I heard Lucifer call from downstairs, I knew what had happened, the moment I heard the glass break.

I sprinted downstairs only to freeze when I was greeted with the gory sight of my little brother.

Guilt took a firm hold of my chest, as my gaze fell on his arm, which was twisted at an unnatural angle. “Oh Cassie” I whispered, kneeling down beside him.

“Take him into the bathroom and clean him up.” Lucifer growled at me, someone knocked impatiently at the door, “You sick bastard.” I growled up at him, pulling Cas, my arms hooked under his armpits, towards the bathroom near the door.

I propped him up on the toilet seat, pulling his chin up, “Cas” I whispered.

His fingers on his broken hand twitched. His face was a mess of semi-deep gashes and there were bits of glass sticking in his skin, along his neck and all the way up his arms.

“What did they do to you?” I groaned, pulling out the first aid kit, listening to the faint voices that wafted from the hall. Almost letting Cas fall to the floor, when Charlie’s voice graced my ears with, “Where’s Cas” she growled.

Michael sighed loudly as he did in our youth, him and Charile never got along, what with her discomfort of his use of Castiel, as she put it, his personal rag doll.

I grabbed Cas’ knees to keep him steady as I started plucking the glass from his arms and knees. “Charlie, nice to see you again.” he said, audibly exasperated.