Hey guys, sorry for the lack of updating other stuff here. I've been swamped with real life stuff, it's been crazy! After meeting a few of the actors and watching the new episodes my mojo is back, baby!
Oh and is this really hurt/comfort? I dunno, maybe.
Sam picked up his phone, surfing through his recent calls before choosing the right one. Slowly he brought the phone up to his ear, listening to the ringing while silently hoping he would get voice mail, it was a lot easier than talking to someone.
Sadly, luck wasn't on Sam's side today.
"Hello," came the curt reply.
"Castiel? It's Sam."
"Hello, are you and your brother alright?"
"Oh, yeah I'm fine, I just wanted to talk to you about something," pushing back the hair in his face Sam started pacing around his motel room.
"Tell me where you are now, I will come by."
"No, that's fine it'll be short anyway," pacing he eyed his army coloured backpack and his brown leather laptop bag that were both sitting on his motel bed. His thoughts shifted to Dean and his decision, Sam knew he was doing the right thing.
"Yes, Sam?"
"I've stopped hunting, I've stopped everything; I'm not sure when—or if I'll hunt again."
Sam listened intently into the phone, waiting for the inevitable persuasion from the angel to continue on with his brother. But it never came, with a deep breath and an attempt to swallow that lump in his throat Sam continued.
"Please don't try to convince me to go back; I didn't call you for an angel therapy session."
"I wasn't intending to Sam," again, he was faced with only compliance, everyone was truly on board with this idea. "But why did you want to talk to me?"
"Just please promise me this:" Sam's eyes settled on the window, beyond it the sun was setting and the nightlife was starting to kick in, "Take care of Dean, you're the only one watching his back now, and he needs all the help he can get."
Minus Sam himself.
There was another pause in the conversation and Sam had pulled his phone away from his ear just to make sure his call was still connected. He had almost missed the small 'I promise' from Castiel as he brought the phone back up to his ear.
"Thanks Cas," he sighed into the phone, at least there was someone watching over his brother now. His face broke out into a sad smile, "Just don't let him boss you around."
Sam could picture the Castiel-like grin, if you could call it that, on the latter's face as he replied, "Of course, Sam."
With that Sam ended the call, he felt somewhat relieved but still had an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach as he pulled the bedding off of his cheap single motel bed before flicking the light off in need of a good rest.
What Sam failed to hear, or see was Castiel's. "I promise Sam, your brother will be safe." As the angel clutched Dean's necklace in hand.