foolintherain | INBOX #305682

[All of his bad behaviour is your fault. Sucks to be you.]

It's about Dean.

[Hence the sneak attack.]

I'm gonna say it again, I don't care what you guys are up to, but whatever you did to him lately you need to fix. Now.

[ That's true, but also Sam was a blood-sucking affront to God long before Cas came along, so like, is it really Castiel's fault?

Luckily for Sam, he says the magic word and instantly has Castiel's unfettered attention sans all sass. His shoulders drop slightly and his eyes narrow with concern. ]

What's wrong with Dean?

[ CaS DId NOthING wrONg??? But also who did what to Dean then, who does Cas have to kill? Or what is Sam trying to do, here, exactly. ]

[One could also argue Sam is a blood sucking afront because of God or at least his most prized archangels. But. You know. Semantics.]

Well he's been moping around like a whipped bitch ever since you two woke up and you haven't been back, so that means you did something.

Which means you need to undo it.

[ Ah. So, nothing's wrong with Dean, and Castiel's expression immediately hardens. ]

Just so we're clear, was that before or after you threatened him with a knife?

I don't see what that has to do with anything.

[ Well, Sam is about to find out what it has to do with, because Castiel immediately steps forward and grabs him by the throat, not hard enough to actually choke him, but with a grip that's unbreakably strong, by human standards. ]

Listen very carefully, Sam. If anything happens to Dean— if he's killed by anyone or any thing in this universe, I don't care who it was, or how it happened: I will take it out on your ass.

[What a special relationship they have. So beautiful. So intimate. God, he forgot what a dick you are.

Castiel's hand around his throat should stop Sam cold. It should impress upon him the seriousness of the threat and the complexity of the feelings behind it. He should be afraid, or at least very worried, but he doesn't feel it.

He doesn't feel anything.

There is no change in his heartbeat. No spike of emotion. Your threats don't work, he doesn't care. The Sam who would care would never be in this moment to begin with.

But that Sam isn't home right now and this one knows he can't punch an angel off of him, so his only choice is to stay still, eyes locked and face blank until he huffs a small scoff. Fat chance, buddy.]

I'm not my brother's keeper. And if you do anything to me, Dean really will hate you. Now let go of me and get lost.

[ Sam is a good person with a good soul, and somehow Castiel thought that, even deprived of it, Sam would still act the way he had, like riding a bicycle, so to speak.

Instead he gets this: a problem that, rather than comforting Dean, endangers him. Cas sees now that, until Sam's soul can be retrieved, he's a liability. As he holds Sam by the neck and looks into his eyes, he sees the cold, gooey emptiness there, and it scares him. There is reasoning with demons and monsters. There is no reasoning with this. His right hand remains on Sam's neck, but his left drops to Sam's chest. ]

"And the lord said unto him, therefore whomsoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold."

[ "And the Lord set a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him." With an ear-piercing whistle, Castiel's hand, pressed to Sam's chest, begins to glow, and Sam will feel a burning like the muscle of his chest is being peeled away in quick pieces, but there's no marks there on his shirt or on his skin, only pain.

The pain is over quickly, horrible and tortuous for only a few seconds, and then only the sting of it remains. Between one blink and the next, Castiel takes Sam's advice and is gone. ]

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