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[foolintherain]

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"I can't answer my phone right now, but you know what to do."

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[foolintherain]

[ 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.

[family_remains]

[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.

cw: description of gore

[foolintherain]

[ 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. ]