My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

Guys

Stress ate at Dean's gut like rust consuming iron as he stepped into the room where Rowena awaited them. In the room was a mirror. The mirror, Dean guessed. It was simple as far as mirror's went. Taller than most perhaps, but the gold frame was bland and the glass that reflected his tired eyes was nothing spectacular.

"You'll need to go first, Samuel, as it's your lover and you'll need to think of them when you step through the mirror," Rowena gestured for Sam to step forward.

Dean's jaw clenched but he refrained from saying anything as Sam shot him a look. Now wasn't the time to argue is what it said. He had to trust this witch and he wasn't happy about it.

"Whenever you boys are ready," Rowena nodded with pursed lips.

Sam took a deep breath and thought of Gabriel's golden eyes and wily smile as he stepped through the mirror.

The reflective glass melded around Sam's large figure, allowing him to step through.

"Next," Rowena smiled at Dean once Sam disappeared.

Dean turned to Cas, his mind reeling with memories of purgatory. The way he'd tried to so hard to get both him and Cas out, get them home. How Cas had let go last minute, leaving Dean to go through alone. No way was he going to allow that to happen again.

Dean reached out and grabbed Cas' shoulder before promptly shoving Cas through the gold frame, much to the angel's surprise. No way was he giving Cas the chance to stay behind again.

Once Dean stepped through the mirror, Cas whirled around on him with sharp eyes but before he could say anything, Dean was already making a fuss.

"This isn't where we were supposed to go. That witch lied. What did I tell you?" Dean snapped, taking in his surroundings. They had expected to land in the old hotel where Gabriel had sacrificed himself so that the Winchesters could escape Lucifer, but this was no hotel. In fact, they weren't even sure where they were.

The building was old and musty. Perhaps an old jail? It smelled of rotting eggs and mold. It was dark and the hallway they seemed to be occupying were lined with cell doors.

"Damn it, Cas. This is why we don't trust witches," Dean turned an accusing glare to the angel.

"Guys," Sam spoke, frowning at a jail cell to his right.

"Why are you blaming me, this wasn't my idea," Cas snapped back.

"You're the one who wanted to get home so bad. You couldn't wait to find a safer way."

"Guys," Sam spoke more adamantly, his eyes not leaving the cell as he walked cautiously towards it.

"We were running out of options. I'm sorry that your angel's witch didn't come through, but don't blame me," Cas stepped towards Dean angrily.

"Don't do that, Cas. He's not my-"

"Guys," Sam cut Dean off harshly.

Cas and Dean turned to Sam with annoyed looks, "What?" they chorused before seeing what he was seeing.

Huddled in one corner of the jail cell was Gabriel. Their Gabriel.

Sam grabbed at the lock and went to reach for his lock pick, but his shaking hands caused him to drop it.

"Sam, allow me," Cas gently took the lock from Sam's hand and yanked, breaking the lock with ease.

Sam shoved the creaking door open and fumbled forward. His legs barely carried him to the archangel's side before giving out, sending his knees cracking to the cement. He would pay for that later, but right now he didn't care. Right now, all he cared about was Gabriel. His Gabriel.

The angel looked like a spooked animal, cowering in the corner, his lips sewn together, his outfit nothing but rags.

"Gabe," Sam's voice broke around the name.

Gabriel blinked at the man in front of him, the confusion and then relief in his eyes were evident.

"Where the hell are we?" Dean demanded, looking around. There was nothing that gave away their location.

"We've got to get him out of here," Sam looked over at Cas and his brother with worried eyes.

"He's depleted," Cas commented, leaning over to inspect Gabriel.

The archangel nodded and held up his wrists to show that he had Enochian handcuffs on.

"Great," Dean threw his hands up in annoyance.

"Dean, why don't you check the area for any threats. It's unlikely he was left here alone," Cas pulled out his angel blade, holding it out to Dean.

"How the hell are we gonna get him home? We don't have proper weapons. We don't have a car. We don't have the keys to those handcuffs. We don't even know who did this to him," Dean growled snatching the blade from Cas.

"We'll handle this, just find out where we are," Cas huffed, shooting Dean an impatient glare.

Sam already had a small switchblade he kept on him, out and was carefully cutting the threads keeping Gabriel's mouth shut.

Gabriel remained still as he let Sam work.

"Can you get those off?" Cas asked once Dean was out of earshot.

"We have keys at the bunker," Sam answered as he carefully cut another thread.

"Dean's right we don't have a car," Cas sighed, looking at Gabriel sympathetically.

"It's not the first time we've stolen one, we'll figure it out," Sam was too concerned with getting the thread out of Gabriel's lips.

"I can...I can try and..."Cas trailed off, his eyes dropping in shame.

"Cas, no, you're grace is depleted too and-"

"I can do it, Sam," Cas snapped. He knew that it wasn't the smartest thing but getting them home was important. Gabriel was hurt and who knew where they were or what they would be up against.

"Alright, I counted seven demons total. Well nine, but there's only seven left," Dean shrugged, spinning the angel blade in hand before handing it back to Cas as he appeared back in the cell.

Sam snipped the last and final thread. "There you go, that's the last of them," he spoke gently, he hand brushing Gabriel's cheek gently.

"Who did this to you?" Dean demanded, looking down at Gabriel.

"Dean," Sam snapped up at his brother, his eyes glaring daggers.

"Asmodeus," Gabriel spoke quietly, his voice raw and broken, like he'd swallowed sand or shards of glass.

"Who the hell is Asmodeus?" Dean sneered at the unknown name.

"Nobody good. We should leave before he finds out we're here," Cas growled before grabbing Dean's hand along with Sam's.

Sam knowing what was coming, instantly grabbed Gabriel's arm.

Instantly the four were inside the bunker.

Cas leaned against the wall, dizzy and mildly nauseous. That was getting harder to do.

"Cas," Sam looked at the angel with worried eyes at the same time that Dean snapped at him.

"Damn it, Cas."

"I'm fine. We should worry about Gabriel," Cas nodded towards the archangel.

Dean and Sam thankfully turned their attention to the other angel. He took precedence at the moment. That's what Cas wanted. Once he recovered a bit and made sure his brother was okay in the Winchesters care, he could leave.

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