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Gabriel is suffering the aftermath of his time in Hell with Asmodeus. Castiel helps him feel safe again Read on AO3!

Castiel has been through a lot with humanity. Life, death, love, and the utter and complete lack of logic some happen to possess.

“You’re telling me,” he begins, rubbing his temples. “That not only is Gabriel - my brother who has been notoriously dead for eight years - currently alive and in this bunker, but Dean is in apocalypse world alone?”

“He’s not alone, he’s with Ketch.” Sam’s reply is short yet defensive. Like he knows how weak his argument is.

“Oh, because that makes it so much better.” Castiel knows he’s being “over-the-top” but he really can't help himself. He leaves for one week and suddenly Gabriel is alive and Dean opened a rift to another world in their living room. Sue him for being a little short.

The pair stop at the end of the hall.

“I apologize,” Cas begins.

“No, man, don't be sorry,” Sam interrupts. “Look, you're right, we should have called you before anything else. We should have let you know our-” Sam cuts himself off, looking irritated. “Dean should have thought this through first. But he didn't and now we’re stuck waiting, as much as I hate that.”

“Okay,” Castiel concedes. He may be annoyed but he can respect when pressing a topic is fruitless. “Okay, what about Gabriel?”

Sam shoulders slump. “He looks like hell, Cas,” he mutters. “Ever since we got him here, he’s been holed up in there, not moving, not saying anything. He just stares straight ahead.”

Cas sighs. He glances around Sam to see the door three down slightly ajar and the room beyond completely dark.

“I’m unsure if I can do anything,” he admits. “Torture of this caliber can't be ignored easily. He may just need time.”

“I get that,” Sam says. “But I feel like if he’s less beat up, he’ll be more receptive to us?”

“While I see your point, I refuse to use him like that,” Cas asserts. “I don't want him to see himself as a tool to us.”

“And I get that,” Sam says hurriedly. “Just… I don't know, man, you're family to him. Maybe talking to you will make it hurt less?”

Cas weighs his options. While Sam did have a point on the phone - talking to him angel to angel may be what he needs to cope - he could just need space. However, it isn’t too much of a jump to assume that Gabriel “staring at nothing” isn’t exactly constructive.

“I’ll speak with him,” Castiel says. “But I can't promise anything to come of it.”

“Don't worry about it, man,” Sam replies. “We’ll figure it out.”

Cas nods and Sam takes it as his queue to leave. As he rounds the corner, Castiel braces himself for what he may be about to encounter. With a deep breath, he walks the short distance to Gabriel’s open door and glances through the opening.

Gabriel looks more helpless than Castiel has ever seen him. He sits with his back to the bed’s headboard, his knees held tight to his chest. He is staring vacantly at the space in front of him, dull pain and fear haunting his eyes. The sight makes Castiel’s heart stutter in sympathy.

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Here are the top seven reasons I love Sam Winchester:

1. He is played by Jared Padalecki, who loves the character as much as we do. We are blessed to have him on the show.

2. Sam is strong physically and mentally.  It is incredible that he has been forced to confront his greatest fears on multiple occasions and has only gotten stronger as a result.  If I were ever forced into a room full of spiders, I would have to be institutionalized.  In season 11 Sam has really come, again, to ‘Swan Song’ levels of bravery and heroism.  When the extremely powerful, proud archangel Lucifer coudn’t get past Delphine’s warding, Sam found a spell that would do just that in order to save Dean and offered the power of his own soul–and his very life–to make sure the spell worked and bring Dean back safely.  And when he realized Lucifer, his worst nightmare, was on earth, Sam still had the presence of mind and quick thinking to banish him with a blood sigil.   Then, despite the emotional upheaval and pain he must have been experiencing due to Lucifer’s return, Sam only offered Dean the opportunity to talk about his painful experiences.  Sam’s consistent selflessness both amazes and frustrates me as I wish he allow himself respite as well.  

3. Sam is selfless and empathetic. He genuinely cares about others more than himself and is capable of connecting with people on an emotional level (I don’t know many guys or even girls in real life who could do that).

4. He is smart and enjoys learning, and he is humble about it.

5. He is supportive of his brother, especially when it comes to saving Cas and defeating Amara, and that’s pretty neat. ;-;

6. He is a gentleman. :3

7. He has a cute smile, especially when he’s flustered.

Bonus: He is tall. 

@dr-dean’s ABO Birthday Challenge prompt: Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield pairings: destiel, one-sided michael/dean word count: 2.6k tags: no warnings apply, angels!au, A/B/O, alpha!cas, omega!dean, pining, angel courting ao3

Ever since they were fledglings, Castiel has been a little in love with Dean.

Their creation was an act of love, and God’s love sustains them. All angels experience the love of their angelic family and of their particular Choir. From the time they are able to fly angels share in that community.

But since his maturation, Castiel has known that his love for Dean extends beyond the norm.

When they were small, the hours spent playing amongst the clouds, visiting various celestial bodies, and singing praise were cherished. Castiel has so many fond memories of the play of light through Dean’s tawny wings, the sound of his laughter, and the way his freckles bloomed across the bridge of his nose.

As he grew older, Castiel proved himself to be an excellent strategist and a brilliant warrior. His alpha disposition guided him in his assertiveness, his athletic ability, and his devotion to defending his fellow angels.

Michael the Archangel was quick to bring Castiel into his Choir of soldiers, to herald him as a leader and an alpha of high status.

And, unfortunately, to move in on Castiel’s best friend.

It wasn’t obvious at first, and it may not even have been an intentional act of aggression on Michael’s part. Castiel had gone to great lengths to ensure that no one would know of his deep fondness for Dean, lest the feeling go unreciprocated or be rejected. So Michael almost certainly did not look down at his battalion one day, peer into Castiel’s grace, and turn his affections towards the one for whom Castiel’s spirit sings, but it happened regardless.

While Castiel holds Michael in great esteem and loves him as he loves the whole of his Choir, of his angelic family, he is finding it more and more difficult to contain the unhappiness he feels at seeing Michael and Dean together. He feels resentful and ashamed. Michael brings Dean many tokens, smiles brightly at him, offers his hand when they walk, and every time he sees it, Castiel’s heart aches even more.

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Dean visits Castiel at his nest on Thursday, as usual. Dean’s work with the fledglings always ends early, as does Castiel’s work with his Choir during times of Peace.

So it's not unusual when Dean flops bodily onto the large plush couch in Castiel’s living room. “Heya, Cas.”

Dean has been using that nickname for centuries, ever since they still had their fledgling feathers and baby fat on their cheeks.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas replies from his spot at the kitchen counter. “Would you like something to eat?”

“Whatever you have handy is fine, don’t worry ‘bout me.” Dean grins.

Cas brings Dean a piece of fruit and settles at the other end of the couch. His inky black wings stretch out behind him, draped off the edge. Dean’s flutter, as if in response.

“Thanks,” Dean mutters as he bites in the sweet skin. “How are you? It’s been a few days.”

“Yes,” Cas agrees. “It has. You have been busy, it seems.”

Dean raises an eyebrow at him. “What’s that supposed to mean Cas?”

He grimaces internally. “I just meant that you’ve been working, as have I. And, well. Spending time with our Choirs and such.”

Dean‘s eyes flicker over Castiel’s form, brow still furrowed. “I guess so,” he says slowly. “Would still feel better if I was making time to see you, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re my best friend and all.”

The balloon of hope that had risen in Castiel’s chest deflates mightily at Dean’s statement. It shouldn’t really, Castiel knows that they’re best friends. Aside from Dean’s broodmate Samuel, there is no closer pair. But he feels empty nonetheless, wanting. His grace longs to mingle with Dean’s in a way that is reserved for mated pairs.

Despite his devotion to their Father, Castiel knows that his heart has belonged solely to Dean for millennia. And he feels sadder by the day to know that such a love will never be reciprocated.