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- Castiel where are you for Dad’s sake! - Gabriel shouted while flying around favourite heaven of his baby brother. Normally he was not a shouting type, but this time he had damn good reason. Castiel was missing for few hours, and till this point archangel’s feelings turned into a mix of anger, worries and boredom. So he felt right with this behaving as drunken hussar, the effect was important after all. Finally he saw a little pair of black wings sticking out from behind a cloud. That fact allowed supposing, that the rest of this feathered monster also was in there.
- Hello buddy- he poked his head through the cloud, some of soft steam staying at his hair. In response he heard a squeak and saw tiny feathered ball when his younger brother hide in his own wings. One of them was covered in bandage.
- Wow what happened kiddo - he murmured and took “a ball” under his wing. In narrow break between wings appeared two big, blue eyes filled up with tears.
- M-m-my wing is broken. Balthazar said that it means im not an angel anymore- Cas bursted in tears cuddling himself in warm, golden feathers of his brother. Gabriel hissed when he imagined a pain in wing and made a mental note to kick Balthazar’s ass.
- Cassie look at me- he asked softly, and when he obeyed he started to talk- Listen to me carefully. It doesn’t matter. Your wing will be all right. They aren’t what makes you angel anyway.
-And what makes me angel? - Castiel asked quietly, as if he was expecting a big secret.
- Two things buddy. - he laughed and messed his brother's raven black hair - Your grace, you know angel mojo and so on. But this will never be used well if you stop listening to this - he placed one hand on his chest and the other on Castiel’s- You are a good angel. Real angels have a loving heart’s.