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Summary: After Sam and Dean left the hospital and Castiel, what was the rest of the night like?
Arms of the Angels
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Sam was fighting to remain conscious as Dean hauled him out of the hospital, the taller Winchester collapsing into the car of the week.
Dean headed back to his motel room, a good half hour drive from the hospital. The radio was singing stupid mercy and peace songs, it was 1:19 am Sunday morning, how fitting...
Sam was twitching in the first stages of sleep, and as Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, the younger brother jerked awake uneasily.
"Sam...Come on..."
Twenty minutes later Dean was curled on his side, listening to Sam sleep as he dozed off.
Until Sam woke up with a sharp gasp.
"Sammy..."
Dean stood from his bed, going to Sam and sitting against the head board. Dazed with exhaustion, Sam leaned against his brother's chest, one hand clutching his t-shirt like it was life line.
Sam moved slightly making Dean almost fall of the bed, bumping into the nightstand. Dean was too tired and bent out of shape to notice the radio alarm clock was nowhere near him when is turned on, playing softly.
Nor did he know a certain hunter was watching over the two as Dean held Sam, mind listening to the song as Sam slowly settled into deep sleep.
"...Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight..."
The boys needed a peaceful night, several for that matter, they needed rest...
Mostly, the brothers needed each other.
"...In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here..."
Dean snorted slightly then yawned, his mind refused to give up the image of Cas tucked into the corner of Sam's ward room, looking like the Devil was trying to kill him. With Sam's brain in Castiel's mind, that's all the angel could see...some comfort...
"...So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees..."
Leviathans, double-sided demons, what else could god or fate throw at them? Dean didn't want to think about it...
"...In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here..."
Bobby watched the two brothers finally fall asleep, he sat on the other bed, gently turning the radio down a little so it wouldn't disturb the Winchesters.
The old hunter slowly eased a tossed aside blanket over Sam's legs, in turn partially covering Dean as well, the two settled further into needed rest, their minds for once untroubled.
"Idgits."
"...You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here..."
Ok, after watching 7x18 "Party On, Garth" and seeing Bobby I wanted to cry, so here's my little missing scene of 7x17, I had to let Bobby in somehow.