Sam liked to think that Cas heard his prayers while Dean was in hell. He liked to think that it was he who encouraged them to save Dean. He liked to think that Castiel was the one who listened. That he and Cas had a more profound bond. This all changed after Sam got to know him.
Cas knew what Sam thought. Hell, he knew what everyone thought. He knew that, for the longest time, Sam thought he was responsible for Dean coming back from the pit. So it was only natural for an Angel of the Lord to bring the Vessel of Satan down a peg (or thirty). It was his job. He was ordered to.
Sam remembers that day. Quite well actually, considering he was sorta kinda really drunk. Why did Cas have to tell him? Dean thought that Cas only saved him because Sam prayed. And they were fine with it. They liked it. Then Cas came and destroyed the small semblance of peace that they had.
Sam was finishing a bottle of Samuel Adams; his fifteenth? Sixteenth? Twentieth? He lost track after seven. He blinked and then Cas was standing in front of him.
"Hello Sam."
"Oh hey Casss." He smiled happily. "What'sss upp?"
"Sam, I have something of import to tell you." Castiel's normally half glare was full blown to the point where Sam was starting to wonder, through his drunken haze, what exactly he had done to piss of the angel.
"What isss it Cass?"
"I think you know already Sam. I know you know already."
The smile faded from Sam's face faster than Castiel would've thought humanly possible. " So it wasn't me. Of course it wasn't me. Why would it be me? The Boy King? The Vessel of Satan himself? I was stupid to think that me praying would actually count." Sam dropped his head to his chest and started muttering to himself brokenly.
He and Castiel were quiet for a few minutes until something changed in Sam. His shoulders locked and straightened. His whole body tensed and he looked up at Castiel. In his eyes Castiel saw that he had steeled them, the normally hazel eyes turning to a devilish brown.
"Why Cas? Why the living hell would you tell me this? What have I done to you?"
"You were...you were doing nothing wrong. It was-"
"Orders." Cas looked up. "It's always 'orders' with you isn't it? Dean was right; you so called angels are just a bunch of self-righteous dicks. Go burn in hell for all I care." Sam picked up the next bottle and refused to look at Castiel.
"Sam...I'm...I'm sorry." And with that, Castiel disappeared in a flurry of wings. When Sam was sure that the angel had left him, he let the tears fall.
Author's Note: Tada! Here is my contribution to the Sassy fandom! I originally meant to put this up for Sassy week but school got in the way. I do hope you enjoyed. Please, comment on how this was. I do hope to get better at putting my boys in character. Thank you lovelies for reading this! Hope to see y'all again soon!
Edited: 5/22/2014