Caprice

Sam and Michael's half of 'Old as your Omens' series

Probably vaguely before season 5 finale haha a of course. AU in which Sam and Dean split up but make up before getting back together.

Sam gets kidnapped by the angels before meeting back up with Dean during that intermission where he works at a bar. They make up without the Zachariah apocalyptic alternate universe spell getting to Dean. In fact, the Angels can't seem to find Dean at all. Which is why they got Lucifer on it. Via dream creep style.

It kicks off with a little bit from Sam POV but it is Michael POV because I'm weird and I decided to do things the weird way.


Sam was closing up the bar when it happened. It was late, he was tired, he had been feeling pretty optimistic, actually, and of course something had to fuck it up. Now he was pissed as Hell, because one second he was locking up, the next he was surrounded. Unfortunately, from the set of their faces, and their stances, and the lack thereof of jabs, insults, or witty one liners, he knew they weren't demons.

Angels.

Damn.

He'd prayed for a good portion of his life. He'd needed them to exist, he needed to believe there was something good out there to make fighting all the horrors of the world alright. But it would never be alright. And of course, once he stopped praying, they weren't playing hard to get anymore. And of course, these days he'd rather they stay the fuck away.

He'd even managed to find a spell to lock out Lucifer's dream creeping. And he'd just made up with Dean. They were even supposed to meet up in a couple days. Well.

Actually, Sam was relieved they weren't together for this.

Better him than both of them.

As one of them suddenly reaches out and presses the palm of their hand to his forehead and everything goes black, he supposes it made sense.

He should have known. It hadn't mattered the first time - why had he thought it would work a second? He couldn't run from his life, he should have known that by now. College had been a respite, no more. this - this, too, had been a rest. An in-between. He didn't get to walk away. He should have known. What he did was irrelevant. He would always end up right back here. In the center.

If feels like all the people he'd worked to save his whole life - it was him paying back a debt he never knew he would accrue. And he'll never be able to pay it back. All those people who are dead. All the people who will die - whether or not they say yes. It's too late. They're all dead because of him. No wonder he can never get away.

Just as Lucifer said.