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A/N: I was listening to my iPod and Johnny Cash's "God's Gonna Cut You Down" came on. And if you know this show, you know that song. Best previews ever. Any how, that's where this came from. So enjoy and review!
EASIER
The last one died and he was just that much more okay with it, because it happens.
He was doing it more and more, using his gifts. It was becoming second nature, as easy and automatic as breathing. There were times he'd just use his gift, to hell with the consequences - things had to get done, and he was doing them. He could do more than just send demons back to Hell; he could get answers, from any thing, from any person. All he had to do was think a little bit. It didn't even hurt any more.
There were times, when Dean was near and he'd have to remember to hold himself back. He'd tell himself No, Sam or Pull back Sam, or You can do it without that Sam. He's almost slipped a time or two. He didn't need the constant fighting. He'd heard Dean, and he still didn't think he was hurting anyone. No one innocent.
More and more often he would leave in the night, leave his brother sleeping and go to Ruby. And when Dean was no where to be seen it was all Go on, do it and It's easier this way and He'll live - I'm sure of it.
A life was a life, it didn't matter how it was saved.
Then one night he came back to the hotel and the Impala was gone. He just figured Dean had woken and had gone to look for him, or drown his worries.
When he opened the door his brothers Angel was standing not five feet into the room, head bowed. When he looks up, Sam staggers back. Not out of fear, not outwardly. It was shock.
It was the face of a human man contorted with the grief of a Holy Being.
He thought he might cry. He thought Castiel might cry. The blue eyes that bored into him looked broken. It was the saddest thing he'd ever seen, and it scared the hell out of him.
"Samuel." the Angel's voice dripped despair.
And all he can say is, "Where's Dean?" Because he wanted Dean. He felt like he'd walked into something terrible and he wanted, needed, his brother.
It's then that he notices the form lurking in the shadows behind Castiel.
Uriel stood, a smile on his lips.