Author's Note: I was craving Sastiel and listening to Hallelujah. They are really cute to me no matter what, please be kind I don't leave rude comments on your stories don't leave rude one's on mine. Thank you and enjoy~
Castiel had hated Sam as much as the other angels when he'd first met him, he was an abomination. Tainted and un-pure. But the more he spent around him and Dean, the more
he saw how Sam behaved the harder it became to believe that he was an abomination.
Of course he knew that he was Cas could sense it every time he showed up at the newest dirty motel room but he liked to believe that maybe it was a lie. Maybe Sam was still a pure being devoid of impurities. But he knew that was a lie, in the cards the Winchesters had been dealt Sam had been given the shit hand.
And yet in spite of all of that Sam still had hope, hope that maybe something would save him from well himself. Cas never dared to say out loud that he wanted to be the one to do it, the Angel of the Lord wanted desperately to save the abomination.
He never could say it out loud, when Sam needed it the most he couldn't say it. When he was hurting and lost Cas couldn't tell him the he wanted nothing more then to save him. But he did more then anything he wanted to save the Winchesters, but Sam needed to be saved and he would. He would fly Sam to safety with his on wings if he had to.