::Castiel/Sam:: Send Me An Angel

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean turned to noticing Sam going to some sort of shock, he was confused to why? Dean begin to put his hand on Sam back trying to calm him down but it was almost like he wasn’t listing like a part of him was not compelled to answer for some reason. “Sam what’s wrong man! Hey come on man calm down take a seat its ok Sam SAM!’ Dean yelled trying to get through to him. But it wasn’t working instead Sam had falling to the ground passing out. “No No Sammy come on man what’s wrong.” Dean quickly got down on the ground next to his brother trying to wake him up. He placed his hand on Sam head to feel that he was hot, almost like his body was on fire. Dean was worried he had gone into some sort of melt down. He being to shake him still trying to make him get up, But there was nothing it was almost like he had gone limp.


Dean didn’t know what to do he begin to go into panic, he could feel himself shaking and body going numb. It was almost like he was going to shock himself, but he was sacred lost on what to do. How was this even happing he was suppose to be better, everything seemed like it was normal for once. But now his nightmare was back forever hunting him. He couldn’t keep doing this losing his brother over and over, it was almost like they were stuck in Tricksters game again. But Gabriel wouldn’t be doing this again, he knew better then that. His brother was supposed to be better, have a soul and be feeling better. But a part of Dean was worried that all he had done was made Sam worse, and finally he had broken him. Maybe this was it maybe Sam was suppose to die and there was nothing Dean could do to stop it. But if that was the case he was done and wanted to die right along side Sam.

But Dean decided to try one more thing and not give up hope, so he begin to try and hold back his tears and call Castiel. He knew that maybe there was something he could do to help, he just hoped that this time he would answer him. “Cass Man can you hear me! Please man if you could come as soon as you can, I need your help!” He called out hoping the angel would hear his call. "Cass!"

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Tagged- Team freewill Sam and Cass
Outfit- make later
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[castiel]

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Castiel had been having a hard time winning the war in Heaven lately. That was the whole reason for the deal he made with Crowley. He knew better than to do that but he didn’t know what else to do. Dean and Sam had already done too much for Heaven already. They had given everything, including friends, to stop the apocalypse. Raphael wanted to restart it and Castiel was doing his best to make sure that didn’t happen. He didn’t have a plan of his own and Raphael was just too strong for Castiel. He needed more power and the souls in purgatory would give that to him. He just needed enough to stop Raphael. He was doing mankind a service really. None of them really wanted the world to end again. He also didn’t want Sam and Dean’s sacrifice to go in vain.

So Castiel did whatever he had to do. He knew that the boys would understand later. For now he wouldn’t tell them and he would keep his distance from them as much as possible. He had been doing that so far and hated it. He hated lying to Dean and Sam but mostly to Dean. Sam and Dean were like family to him, so was Bobby. He hated lying to everyone but he couldn’t help it. They were necessary to a means end for the greater good. He learned from Dean and Sam that you had to do whatever you could to save everyone. He wouldn’t get them involved with the war in Heaven though he knew they would want to help. Dean made that clear when Castiel saw him.

Yes Castiel saw Dean recently. He had been trying to avoid them but he was walking down the street and Dean just happened to drive by. He had been avoiding them, avoiding their calls because he didn’t want them to find out what he was doing. He knew he had no other way to fight this war right now but Dean and Sam wouldn’t see it that way right now. He had to wait till he could make them understand that this was for the best. Maybe after he beat Raphael is when he would tell them. That was his plan so far hence the whole avoiding them. Well he couldn’t avoid them forever and that came true when Dean had drove and recognized him.

Castiel was busy on some lead for Crowley when he heard Dean’s call. He rubbed his head and tried to avoid it but Dean just kept calling him. Now he was in a dilemma. Should he go to the Winchester’s or continue what he was doing and ignore them completely. He could lie later to them and they would understand completely that he had been busy. Castiel closed his eyes for a moment thinking long and hard. He heard one more call from Dean and sighed. He closed his eyes and concentrated finding Dean and then the next moment he was there. He opened his eyes and looked around taking in his surroundings.

The first thing Castiel saw was Dean and Sam. Sam was unconscious on the floor and Dean was beside him. Castiel looked at them for a minute trying to figure out what was wrong. Dean, what’s going on here he asked him looking at them both. Why is Sam asleep on the floor he asked his head turned a little sideways.

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WORD COUNT:: 573
TAG:: Dean and Sam Winchester
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NOTES:: Castiel <3[/center]

[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Memory after memory kicked him as he realized what he had done. Shame washed over him as did guilt and yet he couldn’t stop them. It had only been for a short while yet it seemed as if there was no end to the endless things that he saw. Even some memories that he had remembered but hadn’t hit him yet plagued him from when he was soulless. The numerous women he had slept with, the way that he had almost let his brother be killed while he stood on the sidelines.

Finally they stopped and he was able to draw breath. His entire body was covered in sweat yet he couldn’t move. Opening his eyes he looked right back into the worried gaze of his older brother. “Dean.” He croaked, wanting to say that he was sorry, that he didn’t know…that he understood now. He couldn’t even begin to understand why his brother had stood by him as he made mistakes after mistake and yet at the same time he knew that he would have done the same thing. Finally staying conscious was too hard of battle. He managed to words… “I remember.” Before he finally felt into the blackness of unconsciousness.

Luckily for him (and for Dean who apparently was on the edge of a panic attack) it didn’t take him long before he was able to open his eyes again. He felt as if a truck had hit him and unfortunately he was aware of how this felt. Long story, college frat party, no need to ask questions. Not that anyone could since all he was doing was thinking this in his mind but still.

Sitting up with a loud groan he looked at his brother. “Dean, where is the mack truck that hit me?” He asked, popping his neck both ways before groaning again, falling back to the floor as his head made a thump on the ground. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tight, as he fought a wave of nausea that threatened to make its way past his lips. He knew that there was no way he could move at the moment so throwing up was not going to get him anywhere other than in need of a shower.

“Dean, do we have anything in the refrigerator except beer? If not, please go to a vending machine and find me some water, or something, don’t care what, but something other than alcohol since I doubt that’ll make my head or stomach feel any better.” He told him, knowing he sounded like a five year old and in the moment not caring.

Opening his eyes again for the first time he noticed Castiel. “Hey Cas.” He told him weakly. “What are you doing here?”

Word Count:: 484
Tag:: Dean Winchester
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: First two paragraphs were taken from my ender of ‘Needs more Laughter’.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean didn’t know if Cas was going to hear his call, he was lost on what else to do. He wasn’t going to call Buffy again seeing that she had enough going on as is, plus if what Willow did didn’t work how was calling her again even going to do anything. Sam was just a lost cause and there was nothing Dean could do about it, it must have been from how many times Sam had died that had broken him once and for all. He stayed down on the floor next to his brother not leaving his side praying he would wake up, but so far nothing. But Dean wasn’t giving up hope nor leaving his brother side no matter how long it would take him to wake up. “Come on Sammy wake up man! Come on you cant die on me!” He said while laying his head on Sam.

Then not long after that Castiel finally had appeared before him, Dean could hear his wings flap as he entered the room. He couldn’t lie he was bit surprised to see that he had heard his call, but he was also happy and relieved to see that he was there. But still Dean couldn’t help but pick on the Angel as usual for being late. “Cass what took you so long! I have been freaking out here not knowing what to do! Sam is laying here dying for god sakes! Please help I mean do something!” Dean said freaking out. He couldn’t help but panic not knowing how to help Sam, He just wanted his brother better and back to normal for once. “I Don’t know why he is on the floor man, he was fine one minute and then the next boom on the floor.”

Dean then notice Sam start to wake up and take a breath. “Sam you are waking up, hey man.” Sam had said something about him remembering, he must have taken so much in that it knocked him out. Dean got up making room so Sam could get up off of the floor. “It wasn’t a truck man, one minute we were talking and the next you were out. You sacred the hell out of me Sammy.” Dean said letting out a breath of relief. “You really have me at quite a scare there man.” Sam said something about needing something other then beer, Dean remembered that he had some water bottles stashed in the back on the fridge. Then getting up as fast as he could he ran to the fridge getting out a bottle of water. “Here man I got you some water, if you need anything else let me know.” He said taking it to him as fast as he could.


Word Count- 461
Tagged- Team freewill Sam and Cass
Outfit- make later
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[castiel]

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Loyalty was a strange concept that Castiel had learned from the Winchester boys. No matter what the other brother did the other ended up forgiving him. It took a little time sometimes but in the end they always forgave each other. It was a concept that Angels didn’t understand, even though they should. The Winchesters had taught him so much about loyalty and family. It was weird how far Castiel had come from before and now how far away he actually was from them. It was hard to look at them sometimes. Yes he told himself and anyone else that what he had been doing was for the greater good but Castiel was lying to himself and everyone else. He knew the truth, he knew this was a bad idea the moment Crowley spoke it but Castiel was desperate and he didn’t want to involve Dean because Dean had started having a normal life. He didn’t want to ruin that.

Of course Dean had to ruin that himself. It was apparent because he was out hunting instead of being at that house with Lisa. He wondered what had happened after he left the house when Dean was racking the leaves. Dean had something he wanted to tell Castiel but he left before he could tell him. He didn’t give an explanation where he was going. Now that Sam was back he would have to watch them both carefully now. He didn’t want them to get wind of what he was doing and found out. It was one thing from them to find out from a stranger but if Castiel wasn’t the one who told them then well that just wouldn’t end too well. He just had no idea how he was going to tell them about this little deal.

During his talk with Dean he had learned what recently happened with Sam. Castiel had been completely caught up and he knew he would have to go see Sam soon. Soon after Dean left for something he had to go and do something for Crowley. He wasn’t looking forward to this. He was in the middle of something when Dean had called for him. He had an inner war and finally decided to go and see what Dean wanted. He knew he had to be there for him more often since he hadn’t lately. Their talk made Castiel feel bad since Dean had so understood, though Castiel had lie a lot to him which he didn’t know about, why he wasn’t around so much.

Castiel frowned when Dean asked what had taken him so long. I was in the middle of something Dean. I had to finish what I was doing first. You are lucky I had time to come alright he said a little upset that Dean was yelling at him for coming a few minutes after he started the call. Castiel sighed as Dean said that he had no idea why Sam was lying on the floor. Just about as he was going to check on him Sam woke up. He stood there and watched as Dean got Sam a bottle of water. Sam noticed Castiel and said hey to him. He looked at Sam and said hello Sam. How are you feeling?

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TAG:: Dean and Sam Winchester
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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Hearing her brother’s voice he opened his eyes again, squinting in the sunlight that he had no idea if it was fictional or his imagination at this rate. “Ugh.” Was all he let out, his deep voice showing how much pain in that moment he was truly in. Sam and Dean had learned to deal with pain at an early age with how they had been raised. Neither had been hugged and coddled by their mother or father when they got a scratch from playing, no, both had been taught how to sew up stitches themselves and how to reset a broken bone. It was just the way of the job and that was how he was normally.

Unfortunately or fortunately depending on who you asked, this was not one of the normal times. His head was the thing that felt as if it was going to explode and if there was one thing that Sam hated it was headaches. He could deal with being shot, could deal with breaking half his bones, but even a small headache was something that the younger Winchester brother could not tolerate. His brother used to make fun of him as kids because he would become a huge wimp when it came to headaches and unfortunately it had never changed, but this one definitely took the prize on worst one ever.

Hearing Dean's comment about giving him quite a scare he looked at him in confusion. "Have you visited Ms. Manners recently? That was pretty profound to be coming out of your mouth." He told him with a laugh before groaning as his ribs jostled against his lungs. "Why my body feels like it's been run over I don't know but yeah, definitely need something to sit on other than the floor." He stated before forcing himself into a standing position only to fall back on the bed next to him which luckily for him was his.

Taking the bottle of water from his older brother he grabbed the Advil off the nightstand and chucked half the bottle while taking five Advil, not caring that it was almost twice the recommended dosage. "Thanks." He told the older Winchester before looking over at Castiel. He was surprised to see the normally docile angel have a bit of a tantrum towards Dean but then again he did tend to have that effect on people so maybe it wasn’t so surprising. Especially if Dean thought that he was ignoring him. Dean was like a woman at times in Sam’s opinion, not liking to be ignored. Not something he would ever say to his face but he often thought it.

Hearing the angel’s question directed at him he answered as best as he could. "Like I was hit by several cars in oncoming traffic. I don't know what happened. I mean, I do but yeah, don't." He started before shaking his head, wincing at the pain. "I remembered everything that I did when I didn't have a soul and then when it was brought back wrong. Got to be too much. Jesus did I really sleep with a vampire?"

Word Count:: 553
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: Not going to lie, I actually really liked writing this post. It felt pretty IC in my opinion.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean really didn’t like the attitude that the angel was giving him, they just had a talk about him being there more when he needed him. Instead he gets mad whenever Dean calls on him, it wasn’t like he had asked a lot of Castiel lately. He has been off doing whatever the hell Heaven wanted of him, being there bitch as usual something that he always does. Dean was really getting sick of it, he didn’t get why after everything that Heaven has done he chooses to still help them. They pretty much welcomed the apocalypse that was brought on, so Dean could give a shit about some douchbag Angels.

He was happy to see that Sam was waking up, he begin to worry that Sam was having a brain over load from everything that had happened, all the pain and trauma that he had dealt with. He knew right away that Sam was feeling better just by the way he begin to talking to Dean, being a smart ass as always. “No, You have just had me a nervous wreck the last few days, I keep thinking I’m going to lose you man.” He explained to him. “One minute you are fine and then the next you are going crazy again.” He could tell that Sam was still sore from everything that had happened to him, which he should be a lot had gone on in the last twenty four hours.

Dean was happy that Castiel did actually show it would be nice for him to make sure that Sam was all there, because if he wasn’t he would be able to tell better then anyone. Dean took a seat over on the other hotel bed not to far from his brother, saying close just in case something else could all the sudden come over him.

Dean knew that it had to be coming at Sam all at once, hitting him like a ton of bricks. Maybe that was why he passed out the way that he did, from all that he remembered at once. Dean guessed that when he said it was like he got hit by cars all at once, it must have been to much for him to take in. He couldn’t help but laugh when his brother seemed shock about him sleeping with a vampire. “Yeah man you did if you can believe it, first demons now vampires what I’m I going to do with you man.” He said giving him a smart ass like grin. “But no really man you weren’t yourself so you couldn’t help it, so I wouldn’t get all bent up over it. If it Makes you feel any better I’m sure I have slept with worse, and I couldn’t help it due to the beer.” He said giving him a big smile. “You know what this is not helping so I think I’m going to shut up and… go get a beer how ironic right.” Dean then made his way over to the fridge taking out a beer, popping it open taking a big drink.”


Word Count- 518
Tagged- Team freewill Sam and Cass
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[castiel]

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Castiel hadn’t meant to snap at Dean. He knew that he had promised Dean that he would be around more. He just worried everyday whether or not Dean and Sam would find out what he was really up to, if they would ever find out his secret. How he made a deal with Crowley and all. He was worried about Sam though as he watched him lying on the floor so he was glad that Sam woke up and was able to sit up. That was very good. He would have to check later and see if his soul was intact. He was not looking forward to it because it would cause Sam a great deal of pain.

Sam had already gone through so much already and he wasn’t looking forward to causing him more pain. Dean wanted him to check Sam out because he had asked him to do so before. He watched them interact and talk to each other as he stood there pretending not to be there. Dean had been worried about his brother and just asked to be sure if Sam was all there the last time they talked. He should apologize to Dean for snapping at him. He just had been a nervous wreck lately with trying to keep everything a secret from them. He wouldn’t tell them that though.

He frowned at Sam’s answer to his question. Have you been hit before by several cars in traffic to know what that feels like he asked Sam. Sometimes he never understood the Winchesters and their logic and humor. He had no idea if Sam was being sarcastic or truthful. If Sam was being truthful he wondered when Sam had ever been hit by several cars in oncoming traffic. It just didn’t make sense to the angel. Wouldn’t Sam leave the traffic to not be hit by several cars? Castiel just never understood humans very well. Just when he thought he was something else changed. While he was standing there he took his jacket off and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt.

Well I am glad you are okay. Now stay still Sam and try not to scream so much he said stuffing a rag that he had found in the room into Sam’s mouth. Remember what I told you he said and then stuffed his hand into Sam’s chest, a blinding light appearing as Castiel searched through Sam to make sure that his soul was there and intact. He had to make sure Sam was alright and Castiel was never good with bedside manners. After what seemed like forever Castiel took his arm out of Sam’s chest, the blinding light going away. You are fine now. Your soul is there and intact he said rolling the sleeve of his shirt down.

He didn’t look at them as he put his jacket back on. You should probably get some sleep sometime soon he said. He continued standing there looking around not keeping his gaze on them for long. I hope that didn’t hurt too much Sam. It is the only way to make sure you were okay. I don’t trust that Willow and Buffy person. I haven’t been able to find out much about them yet he said knowing Dean had told him he didn’t need to check on them. He did it anyways because Dean was easily persuaded by pretty women and he was thinking that that might be the case right now. Humans are fragile creatures and you always seem to have your weaknesses. I want to make sure they weren’t talking advantage of yours Dean he said sincerely.

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TAG:: Sam and Dean Winchester
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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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He stood up, pacing in the small space between the two beds in the room, though because of his long legs this really only meant two steps up and two steps back. “No Castiel…it was an expression.” He told him, not elaborating on it anymore because he had learned long ago it would do no good.

Sam sat on the bed once again, this time leaning his elbows on his knees as his head fell into his head, a loud groan escaping his lips. He didn’t want to listen as his brother confirmed his suspicions that apparently he had lost his damn mind when he had lost his soul…and then had regained part of it but not the part that cared when he had it restored. He had absolutely no idea what happened or why it happened but he did know that first chance he got he needed to make a stop by Stanford since Jess was buried near there. He needed to apologize, even though he had no idea if she would hear him or not.

“How did you not end up kicking my ass?” He asked, though it was muffled through his hands. He could hear Dean rambling about thinking he was going to lose him and shrugged, not knowing what else to say, though he figured humor would work, not that he was the type to use humor…that was more Dean’s thing but what else could he say? “Nah, you’re not that lucky. You know good and well that I’m going to be around to pester you like any good little brother would do.” He told him, though this time he finally lifted his head, looking directly at man in front of him.

He heard Dean say something about not feeling guilty and he couldn’t help but scoff at his older brother. “Have you met me?” He asked him, though he knew it sounded a bit out of character for him though at this moment he didn’t care. “I am going to feel guilt for this for a long time…I mean…the whole sleeping with a vampire thing I’ll get over eventually since technically I wasn’t in my right frame of mind…but the stuff I said about Jess? No. That’s inexcusable.” He told him, letting out a groan again and this time falling back into the bed behind him, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to get the words out of his mind.

He let out a sarcastic chuckle at Dean’s next words about getting a bear, not moving though behind his eyelids he rolled his eyes at the sheer predictability of Dean’s last statement. When in doubt, beer and pie.

Unfortunately him laying down was not a good thing apparently as he felt something lodge itself inside its mouth and heard Castiel’s voice telling him to lay still. He tried to protest but before he could he felt a white pain as if he was being stabbed repeatedly in the same spot and he left out a loud groan, though it could definitely be classified as a yell. It felt as if it went on for hours until finally it was gone, though the pain was definitely not receding fast enough. Closing his eyes he breathed heavily, feeling the sweat soaking his brow in the few seconds that he had been subjected to whatever the hell it was that Castiel just did. Finally getting his breathing under control he yanked the rag out of his mouth and threw it against the wall, glaring at the angel. “What the hell was that?”

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Tag:: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean couldn’t help but have a small checked to Castiels response, he wasn’t so sure about Sam knowing what getting hit by several cars feels like. But Dean apparently had been hit several times, that is when the trickster was playing tricks on him making him die over and over. “No man I don’t think Sam meant it like that, he was just trying to tell you how bad it felt. You know what never mind.” He said giving up on even trying to explain to the angel, it wouldn’t matter even if he tired he still wouldn’t understand. “Sam don’t even bother with him man.” he said to his brother.

He laughed at Sam response on kicking his ass, it was tempting. “Don’t worry brother there will be plenty of time later for me to kick your ass, but right now you just need to chill out and relax.” He told him. He had missed his brother sarcasm more then anything, the joking around, picking on one another, messing around being dumb. All the good things you get out of having a little brother. “Yeah Sammy you can try and pester me all you want, but just remember in the end you will always lose, bitch.” He told him while hitting his arm lightly with his fist.

He knew Sam would be fine and get over it, it not like this is the worst thing they have ever done. They had done and been through much worse. It seems for the Winchester brothers nothing ever goes smooth or right, but that’s the life of a hunter and it will always be that way. “Yeah but if I know Jess she is looking down on you and knows everything that you said wasn’t you, she loved and trusted you enough to know that man.” He told him. “I mean Jess was one smart chick, she made me seem dumb. But then again you do a good job of doing that.”

Dean wasn’t so sure what was going to happen next, but it seemed like Castiel was going to check out Sam to make sure he was ok for sure this time. He begin to get worried when he told Sam not to scream, and when he handed him a wash cloth. ’Wait a minute Cas what is it that you are going to do to him exactly, I think Sam has been through quite enough pain in the last few hours don’t you.” He told the Angel. Next thing he knew Castiel was putting his hands through his brother, checking him for a soul. The room filled with a bright light so bright it was blinding, Dean knew then that his brother was in fact ok. But it still didn’t chance the fact that he put Sam through agony. “Cas what the hell man what was that anyway?” He asked the Angel.

It seemed as though he didn’t trust Buffy and Willow which did kind of piss off Dean, he trusted them with his life and knew that they could be trusted. “Well then I think you need to meet Buffy man, because again she has been there for me when no one else could. She has made time to help her friend unlike someone else I know. “ He said referring to the angel.



Word Count- 555
Tagged- Team freewill Sam and Cass
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Castiel watched Sam pace and wondered why he didn’t just sit on the bed and rest. That would be much better he thought at least. Sam and Dean gave him weird looks when he asked Sam if he had been hit by a car in oncoming traffic to know what that felt like. Dean tried to explain it to him but the angel just didn’t understand really. Why would Sam say it if he had never been hit like that? How would he even know what that felt like? The way humans talked never made much since to Castiel. He found it very odd the way they tried to described things but at the same time he liked it. He liked how they had different ways to describe one thing. Angels didn’t have that at all.

He sat there and listened to them talk waiting for the right now to check Sam and to see if Sam’s soul was intact and all good. Castiel didn’t mind waiting because he had missed the Winchester brothers. They were making jokes to each other like always as Castiel stood there waiting for them to be done. He had no idea how long they would be. He thought that he should just go ahead and do it just to get it over with. The whole thing was uncomfortable for him as well, sticking his arm into someone’s chest. He stood there thinking about what Sam said before and trying to figure out what Dean had told them that it wasn’t literal. A lot of things they said weren’t literal and Dean had to tell Castiel that as well.

He stuck his hand into Sam’s chest and pulled his hand out when he was done. Sam and Dean both looked at him like they were mad. He didn’t understand why Dean did because before he asked Castiel to come check Sam out which is what he did. They both asked what the hell. They wanted to know what Castiel just did. He frowned and said I checked to see if Sam’s soul was there and intact. Make sure everything was okay. He then looked at Dean and said I don’t understand you wanted me to do this when we talked last. What was changed since that night Dean?

It was hard keeping up with the Winchester’s because they constantly changed their mind about everything. Castiel didn’t understand what was so wrong with what he just did. He did as Dean asked and checked on Sam. He made sure Sam was okay for Dean. How could he possibly be mad at him for that? Yes it caused some pain. He couldn’t help that at all. It was out of his control really. It had to be done and this was the best time to do it. Now Sam could rest and not have to wait for Castiel to do what he just did. Just rest now alright Sam. Stop being upset with me. All I did was what Dean asked me to do days before. Don’t get mad at me he said not happy that they were getting upset with him.

He nodded at Dean’s next comment about Buffy. Yes I need to meet her. That is what I have been trying to do since you told me about her. I just want to check on her and Willow. Just make sure everything is okay with them. Keep all the bases covered as you have said many times he said trying to be calm. He knew he hadn’t been there much for Sam and Dean lately but he was trying to change all that. He wanted to make things right between them.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was highly annoyed with the trench coat clad angel. Dean seemed to be just as frustrated since apparently Castiel seemed to feel as if he had the right to reach into his damn chest and make him feel as if he was having a heart attack. Sam had definitely been disillusioned when it came to angels…to a point where he had seriously questioned whether he wished he had known of their existence or not. Meeting Castiel was a shock to begin with but then meeting Uriel and then Gabriel, Balthazar and the others…it was definitely a very unwelcome surprise.

Sam had always hate faith, after all when living the childhood that he had how did one continue to get up in the morning if not for believing that something as worth getting up for? He had never wanted to be a hunter and had not gotten up each day so that he could hunt evil beings with his father and brother…no…he had gotten up, dealt with each thing that came because he had faith that God knew what he was doing and how much he could push Sam before he finally lost it.

Unfortunately he was wrong on more than one account. Castiel had showed him that angels weren’t like how they were depicted in stories, or even in the bible for that matter. Just like humans they had personalities, weaknesses and strengths, and unfortunately this gave the younger Winchester brother a firm kick in the gut at thinking how vengeful angels could truly be.

He listened to what Castiel said and threw a glare at Dean. “Dean, next time you want someone to put their hand inside my chest…ask me first okay?” He asked before opening the bottle of water that he had already opened once and taking another drink, closing it and setting it on the nightstand. He groaned as he felt the sweat soak into his shirt and realized that he really wanted to take a shower. Standing up with a groan, feeling as if he had gone ten rounds in a fight with a sumo wrestler he moved towards the table which held his and Dean’s bags. Rifling through his own he pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep with everything that had happened so he might as well get his day started.

“I’m going to go shower and then go get something to eat. Thanks for checking on us Castiel.” He told him before walking into the door and shutting the bathroom door, turning on the shower. He was definitely ready for this day to be over.

Word Count:: 492
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: THE END! Yeah, Ash and I decided to end this thread since Sam is already up and around in other threads on the site. Lol. <3

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