Chapter 2 is here! Hope you're enjoying the story so far, I'm certainly enjoying writing it! Now remember, Sammy can't actually speak to Dean, so in this chappie, our dear Sam is delusional. Castiel is still invisible, and the night is still young. Really hope you enjoy this chapter! Please review! xxxx
Chapter 2: Memories
Samuel is in the stage of inebriation which I have noticed every night this week. He is speaking to Dean.
Yes, this exchange between the desperate man before me and his brother, Dean, would be normal. If Dean was here. Instead, Samuel speaks to a photograph. It is the strangest phenomenon in all of my time with the Winchesters, but had become a part of every night watching over Sam since Dean had been dragged to hell.
Sam's tears slow as he looks at the photograph of himself and Dean that the hunter, Robert Singer, had taken two years, three months and eight days ago, after they had exorcised a demon and were having whiskey whilst sat on the impala. On the photo, he is smiling at the camera whilst Dean pulls a face I had named his 'brotherly love' face, as he always pulled this face in moments like this with his brother - tongue out, eyes crossed as if he is looking for his nose with all of his might - and when Bobby would enquire 'what's with the face ya idjit?' Dean would shrug and say 'Its my I-wuv-you-Sammy face', to which Bobby would rolls his eyes and Sam would smile fondly.
As Samuel examines the picture with desperate eyes, he begins to speak in a voice so hopeful that it all but screams for mercy. I know from the last seven nights that this will be followed by more tears, Sam loosing consciousness, and then tomorrow he will awake at exactly 4:47 PM, and the ritual will begin again.
His words tumble out, almost as happy as he had been to meet Jessica, and even I, Castiel, angel of The Lord, have marginal trouble deciphering them.
"Dean! I've missed you! How was hell? Hot?!" Some laughter here, though it could be a sob, of that I will never be certain. "Let's see, what did you do down there? Or should I say who?!" More hysterics. "But seriously man, I missed you. I missed you so much. It hurt me every day man, it really did. But enough with this emotional crap! Lets get you some pie! I know you love p-" and he can't hold it in anymore, Samuel crumbles and sobs hopelessly, clutching the photo to his chest.
Now there were 30 minutes within which he would cry, drink, cry even more, then finally sleep. This was saddening to watch, and as I am an angel of The Lord, such an emotional response could not be tolerated. So I decided to make a call, so to speak. I decided to contact an angel, but who?
It turned out I need not have bothered to decide. Zachariah appeared beside me just as Samuel reached for the bottle and took yet another swig. I turn to the angel beside me and wonder if he knows my weakness. He grins back at me and says "Castiel, right? You're in charge of watching over the Winchesters?" I nod swiftly and he goes on "Okay, so Rachel is going to take over watching Samuel here for a few months."
Surprise, the closest to shock that I have ever felt, fills me momentarily, and I ask "Why?" before I can stop myself.
Zachariah's eyes widen as he echoes "Why? I'll tell you why, because you will follow your orders Castiel. You are going to rescue Dean from hell, if you must know. Rachel will watch over Samuel while you're away. You have a week left until we send you. Prepare yourself." And with that, I am alone with only a weeping human as company once more.
Now this story is sad by nature, but there ya go, Cas is going to hell to get Dean soon so yay! DEDICATED TO MY TWINNY AND CO-WRITER SophieKatieeM FOR HER BIRTHDAY! Please check out my other stories and fight the fairies! Xxx