Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2, and 4. Slash, Threesome. Dean/Sam/Cas.
Setting: After Sam dies in Season 2.
A/N: Hey everyone, this is another prompt made by imogen_lily:Dean couldn't make a deal for Sam's life, so he stayed dead, and Dean never sold his soul. Sam is brought back after several months by Castiel and the two have formed a very close bond. Sam and Dean have been lovers since they were 14 & 18, and Dean isn't about to lose Sam to some stupid angel. However Sam is clearly in love with, and needs Castiel - just like he's in love with and needs Dean, and somehow they end up in a strange threesome, but Dean and Castiel have no interest in each other - sexually or romantically, and fight constantly about each other's treatment of Sam. However when Sam is drugged and kidnapped by three men (with the intent to rape) outside a seedy pub, Castiel and Dean are left to plan a rescue, both are forced to admit how far they would go to protect Sam, and that people should *never* mess with a Winchester or an angel, especially when it involves their Sammy.
Loving Sam
Castiel has never seen a soul so bright.
"Leave it be, Castiel" Uriel said.
"Why has no Angel come for it?" Castiel asked.
He knew of course, he knew why, that soul was one Samuel Winchester.
The one with the demon blood, the abomination, the one destine to be Lucifer's vessel.
Yet Castiel saw nothing tainted about the soul floating aimlessly around the gates of Heaven, not but pure white.
It was beautiful.
"An Angel with come, now leave it be, and let's go. We have orders" Uriel said, before leaving.
Castile stared at the soul, watching it float about, before following his brother.
Dean refused to give his brother a Hunter's Funeral, not matter how much Bobby begged, he couldn't watch his brother's body burn. So he buried Sam in the back yard of a nearby abandon cabin –the old shack was to old, and held to many memoires- a cabin that soon became the place Dean lived in.
Barely living, but still living.
Bobby watched from his spot on the porch, as Dean sat down in front of the grave back turned to him, the grave was marked by a homemade wooden cross, Sam's name embedded on it. Dean had made it, the older Winchester never understood his brother's faith in a God that was nothing more than a myth to Dean, but he would honor it.
"Hey Sammy" Dean said, voice soft, yet it seem to echo.
It was two weeks now, two weeks since Dean buried his brother, two weeks since Sam's death, two weeks since the crossroads demon said no, to weeks since Dean's world came to an end.
"Bobby's here…I think he's trying to get me to stay with him for a while….Can't do that though right? I mean I finally got that damn mattress upstairs, remember the one I told you about? Not to mention I can't leave you by yourself, you'd just get into trouble"
Dean chuckled, then there was silence.
Bobby stood there watching as Dean's shoulders slowly starting shaking.
"Sammy" Dean's voice was trembling, cracking, broken, "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy"
Bobby ignored his tightening throat, his stinging eyes, blocked out his shaking hands as he listened to Dean shatter into pieces.
Unlike Hell, Heaven didn't have time; there was just merely existence, though if asked Castiel will tell you it was one month Earth time when he returned to Heaven's gate.
Samuel's soul was still there, still as bright, still wondering.
The Angel didn't know why he did what he did next; humans would probably call it curiosity or impulse.
His brothers and sisters would have called it defiance.
Castiel went over to the gates of Heaven and let his grace touch Samuel's soul, touch the one that was called the Boy King by Demons, an abomination by Angels, and brother by the Righteous Man.
The energy his grace felt, the warmth was something Castiel had never felt before in all his time of existence.
"Hello" he said, voice in what humans would call wonderment or awe, "I'm Castiel, an Angel of the Lord"
The soul pulsed and Castiel's mind was filled with confusion, excitement, and Dean.
"You are in Heaven" Castiel said, "you died; your brother is still on Earth"
Quiet, and Castiel feared that he had damaged the wonderful soul, then suddenly soul clung to him nearly merging with his grace. The Angel blinked at the feeling of sadness, worry and Dean the soul emitted.
Castiel remained motionless unsure of what to do, he was a warrior, not a guardian, he's never dealt with souls before. It was not his job to do such a thing, never gave the souls a glance when he went through their corners of Heaven, but this soul, Sam's soul was different.
It called to him.
Hesitantly and unsurely, Castiel wrapped as much reassurance as he could around the soul, just as he had seen some of his siblings who were assigned to watch over the souls do, "There is no need to worry" the Angel then said, "your brother will be joining you soon, judging from the lack of sleep and large amount of alcohol consumption"
There was a pause, then the Angel was hit was a massive wave of panic.
Castiel had a feeling he made things worse.
"Hey Sammy" Dean greeted as was his usual ritual, the Hunter sat down in front of the grave, "I went into town today, shocked a hell lot of folks. I think they thought I was some kind of ghost or something. I went to this diner; they have the best apple pie. It even beats the one in Ohio; remember that's one where the waitress kept flirting with Dad"
Dean continued his tale of his trip into town, talking until his voice was hoarse and the sun had long since set.
"I gotta turn in"
Dean stood, dusting off the dirt and leaves from his jeans, his eyes then locked with the grave. Dean rubbed his eyes when they started to sting with tears.
"Night Sammy"
Dean then went inside the cabin, alone.
Castiel was able to calm Sam, reassuring the soul that his brother was not appearing at Heaven's gate anytime soon. Disaster avoided, Castiel took the soul and flew it to its corner of Heaven.
Every Soul had its own space in Heaven to create whatever it desired.
Castiel had seen many Heavens that amazed him, though he favored the eternal Tuesday afternoon of an autistic man who drowned in a bathtub in 1953. Castiel will admit he was curious and perhaps excited to see what Sam would create.
Once the Angel released Sam, the soul floated around the mass of energy and time that suddenly shaped and swirled until Castiel found himself standing in a poorly looking apartment, the Angel waited for perhaps an illusion of Sam's brother, father, or the woman called Jessica to appear, nothing.
Castiel turned back to the soul and frowned.
Usually, once a Heaven was created the soul turned into appearance it either last died in or younger version of its mortal flesh, Sam was neither, just a ball of bright energy.
Today marked the three month anniversary of his baby's brother's death, and Dean celebrated by getting drunk and crying over his brother's grave, telling him how sorry he was for failing to protect him, begging his brother to come back to him.
"Please Sammy, come back. Sammy please!"
Bobby found the Winchester curled up on the grave the next morning, with a sigh the old Hunter heaved the young man up and into the cabin where he then deposited Dean onto the sofa. Bobby took in the young man he thought of as a son.
Took in the dark rings around eye when open were broken, face unshaved, hair dirty, greasy, long and uncared for, his clothes weren't much better either, colors faded, dirty, wrinkled, and holey.
All and all, Dean looked like a bum….or a man who lost everything.
With another sigh, Bobby headed to the kitchen, he ignored the piles of empty beer and whiskey bottles and headed for the refrigerator, opening he was met with the sight of more beer bottles, and no food. The old Hunter doubted that there was any food in the cupboards either, just more liquor.
"Looks like I'm taking a trip into town"
After making sure Dean was as comfortable as anyone could be on the old lump sofa, Bobby left. When he got back arms were full of groceries, he even got a piece of pie from the diner Dean had told him about. Dean was still out.
Bobby went into the kitchen, after putting everything away, he started working on getting rid of all the bottles, and cleaning up. When Dean started to stir, it was late afternoon.
Bobby who was in the kitchen fixing chili, paused his stirring and listen to the sounds of hurried feet, seconds later Bobby was listening to Dean throwing up in the bathroom.
"I thought Uriel told you to leave the soul be"
Castiel looked away from the soul clinging to him to his brothers who had appeared in Sam's Heaven; Zachariah was scowling at him while Balthazar was looking amused.
"No Angel came" Castiel said.
"An unfortunate oversight" Zachariah said, looking as though it was anything but unfortunate "but now that everything's settled, come along we have much to do".
With reluctances, Castiel stood up from the lumpy sofa and dislodge Sam from him, only for the soul to attach itself to him again. After several more failed attempts, Castiel looked at his brothers. With a sigh Zachariah waved his hand, the soul was flung from Castiel, hitting the wall and sliding down to the floor.
Panic, worry, but most of all anger washed over his grace.
Anger towards his brother for harming Sam.
Castiel wasn't even aware of moving towards the soul until Balthazar took hold of him, preventing him from moving closer.
"Come along now Castiel" Zachariah ordered.
Castiel look at his brothers, the Sam, his grace fluttering with the desire to stay, to make sure that the soul was unharmed.
The Angel left with his brothers.
"Singer"
"Is this Bobby Singer?"
"Yeah"
"I'm nurse Green at Mary Ann Hospital, we have a Dean Winchester here in our care"
Bobby cursed; already he was out of his chair looking for his boots and keys.
"What happen?"
"Mr. Winchester has been admitted for Alcohol Poisoning"
Bobby groaned as he finally found his shoes and keys, he memorized the address the nurse rattled off to him as he headed to his truck.
"If you died on me boy, I'll kick your ass" Bobby thought as he broke every speed law.
After that incident Sam followed Castiel everywhere, more often than not clinging to him pulsing with contentment, even to the Angel's own personally Heaven. An Angel's Heaven was similar to that of a human's only that Angels did not have free range of each other's Heaven as they did human souls.
Many of his siblings seem amused at the sight of the bright soul following Castiel everywhere, until they realized who the soul was, luckily Sam did not seem interested in any of his siblings. Expect Balthazar, who seems to be the only Angel that genuinely liked Sam.
"You would be the Angel to get attached to the soul of Lucifer's vessel's soul" Balthazar said.
They were in Castiel's favorite Heaven, Sam happily floating about exploring, the other soul paying no attention to Sam, while Castiel and Balthazar talked.
"It was not intentional" Castiel said, "I merely touched it"
"And now you have a new pet"
Castiel ignored his brother.
"Seriously though, what made you do that? Touch it?"
"I…don't know, but when I did it was so…warm"
Balthazar stared at his sibling's dare he say it, blissful face, and felt things in Heaven were going to be very interesting.
When Dean woke up, the first thing Bobby did was smack him upside the head, the old Hunter then spent a good hour yelling at Dean for his stupidly and how Sam wouldn't want this for him. He then spent the following hour hugging the life out of Dean and making him promise never to do something so stupid again.
Days later, Dean watched as Bobby as poured every last alcoholic beverage down the sink, before going out the backdoor to Sam's grave.
"Hey Sammy, sorry I was gone for so long"
Sam finally took a form, in what would have been three and half earth months' time.
Castiel did not know why it took the soul so long, but the Angel was glad that it did, as he took in the tall lean figure with shaggy hair and big hazel eyes.
"Hello Samuel" Castiel said.
Sam smiled, "Hey, Castiel"
"I miss you Sammy"
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