Bittersweet - Chapter 43

"Castiel is here but I don't know anything!" Dean yelled. "I'm not going to- No, I don't know, can- Stop screaming __________!"

Castiel emitted something of a low growl and snatched Dean's hand. "We're going."

Dean stumbled forward, slipping in silver and feathers. 

He landed on his hands and knees. "What the hell is this?"

"Grace," Castiel said softly.

________ was holding Gabriel against her shoulder, her hands pressed to his wings. The faint golden sheen of a shadow struck Dean. 

Castiel had shadow wings too.

Dean remembered having to watch his angel die.

He felt tears prick in his eyes and something fierce crawl into his mouth. He swore loudly, to let it escape. 

"Fuck!" he shouted, wiping his tears away. He knelt next to Gabriel. "Tell me what to do, I don't know!" 

Gabriel nodded sleepily. "Blood of the Righteous, brother. I need a little of that s-stuff. You remember Dr. Sexy MD, don't you? I-It's l-like a blood t-transfusion, or something." He was drifting off.

"Hey wake up!" _________ said, patting his face. "No, look at me, don't look away. Don't close your eyes, I'll punch you!" 

Gabriel chuckled lowly, but didn't open his eyes. 

"What am I supposed to-" Dean cut himself short and sliced open his hand. He grabbed Gabriel's wrist, and let the blood seep beneath the angel's skin. "What am I doing? Is this right?"

"Feeling better already," Gabriel yawned. He closed his eyes again. "Should be fine in a few days, now. Thanks for the help Dean-O. Now let me sleep."

"Not yet," Dean snorted, slapping him. Warm blood spattered across Gabriel's cheek.

"That's gross," the angel groaned. The blood turned to silver on his cheek. "I always knew you'd come around and help me but no need to flaunt it."

"That was all it took? Dean's blood?" ________ asked, looking at Dean with gratitude like he'd never seen.

"Yeah, kiddo. That's all it took."