“Sam? The hunt went sideways and Cas got hurt!” Dean yelled, hoping the Sam would appear soon.

Cas was leaning against him, weak from the wound the angel blade made in his side. Dean helped him into a chair as Sam walked in.

He looked like a mess, with his hair sticking up, his shirt on backwards, and his lips red and puffy. 

“I thought we agreed not to bring chicks here, Sammy.” Dean smirked.

“Shut up, Dean. What happened?”

“I got stabbed, and I used too much of my grace to exorcise the angel we were fighting. I don’t have enough left to heal myself.”

“I think I know someone who might be able to help. I’ll be right back.” Sam left again, returning a second later with someone in tow. 

“Hiya! Long time no see, baby bro!” He said to Cas.

“Gabriel?” Cas and Dean said at the same time.