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I woke up in a foreign bed. I was warm and felt completely safe. As I opened my eyes and took everything in I noticed Sam typing away at his computer.
As I sat up, Sam got up and walked over to the bed I was on, "Morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering how long you were going to sleep. You've been out for days."
"I smiled wryly, "Just making up for lost time I guess."
Sam's brow wrinkled, "What do you mean?"
I sigh, "Dean's in the shower?"
"Yeah. Amelia, what is it?"
"I have a lot to tell you," I said and turned towards him, watching his face as I told him everything. That I was an angel, that I was given the task of watching over and protecting him, which is why I appeared in his dreams all his life, how and when I died, and why I fell.
By the time I was done, his eyes were filled with tears and he looked away, "Sam. Look at me."
He looked at me and I saw that two tears had fallen from his eyes. I smiled softly and brought my hands up to wipe his tears away, "Don't cry. Be happy."
"How can I be happy knowing that the person I've loved so much all my life fell from Heaven for me? After all I've done?"
"It was my choice. I could have stayed in Heaven and watched as you made mistake after mistake or I could have come down to Earth. He forbade me from coming so I had to do it. I've loved you since you were a tiny, beautiful baby and I'd do anything for you. Even fall."
Telling him this made the tears flow freely and I held him to myself as he cried, whispering "It's okay, Sam," in his ear every so often until his sobbing ceased and he pulled back slowly from my embrace.
"I'm sorry," He said and looked away, "I don't know why I just did that."
I smiled and put a hand under his chin to turn his head, "You did it because you had an overwhelming amount of emotions. Which is understandable after all that's happened." I wiped his face free of tears and hugged him close to me.
"Thanks for not making fun of me," He said, getting up and walking over to the bathroom; he splashed water on his face and sighed heavily before wiping his face dry with a towel.
"Why would I make fun of you for crying?" I ask, truly confused.
"That's what Dean would do," he said, trying to smile, though it came out as a grimace, and came back to sit next to me on the bed.
"That's ridiculous, I will never make fun of you for showing emotion."
"Well that's good. Because I have a sneaking suspicion that you being around and Dean not being around will make it hard to keep my emotions in check a lot of the time."
"Well that's good. Because I have a sneaking suspicion that you being around and Dean not being around will make it hard to keep my emotions in check a lot of the time."
I smile, "How long has it been since you've slept?"
"I can't remember, exactly."
"You should sleep, Sam," I said to him.
"I just haven't felt safe sleeping," he said, "but now that you're here, I think I can."
He walked around to the side of the bed and pulled the covers back, "Will you lay with me?"
"Of course," I got up and walked around the other side to get under the covers with him.
An unexpected pooling feeling in my stomach happened when he pulled me close to his body and wrapped his arms around me. My movements were slow and my brow wrinkled as I relax into his embrace, adjusting to this feeling. This was definitely not like hugging Castiel. This embrace was sinful. It brought up feelings I had never felt before. The feelings of a wife to her husband as they made love. This feeling stayed through the entire night, even as Sam slept and his grip loosened on me.
When it began to dwell in the early hours of the morning, there was a knock at the door. I expected and waited for Sam to wake up. He didn't. So I untangled myself from Sam and the bedsheets and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole and my eyes narrowed to see Ruby, the demon who was deceiving him. Without thinking that I was no longer and angel, and therefore was completely and utterly helpless with no skills in fighting, I pulled the door open and raised an eyebrow at her, "Can I help you?"
She looked past me and to the sleeping Sam on the bed and brushed past me, "No thanks," she said over her shoulder.
"Hey!" I grabbed her jacket and yanked her back from reaching the bed.
She whirled on me and pulled out a knife from the inside of her jacket, pinning me against the wall and pressing the blade to my neck hard, drawing blood. I closed my eyes and I prayed that I had still retained some of my powers, or that God would grant me at least some of my powers back.
Suddenly my body was filled with a white hot energy and I opened my eyes. As I began to panic as the blades edge dug deeper into my skin, I did the only thing I could think of to do: I quickly began to began pushing at her wrist and her face to get her off. Suddenly a scream erupted from one of our throats (hers, I later figured out) and there was a bright flash of light that filled the room. I covered my eyes with my hands and fell to the ground in exhaustion.
"'Melia! Are you okay?" A groggy, sleep filled voice resounded in my ears and I forced my eyes open.
"Sam?" I whispered quietly and looked around for him.
"Hey, I'm right here, what happened?"
"It was Ruby. She came to see you. And I couldn't let her keep using you like she does. So I pulled her away from the bed and she pinned me against the wall and almost cut my throat but then I just… I don't know. I prayed that I had retained some of my powers as an angel and I guess He answered my prayers." I send a silent thank you prayer up to God that He had saved my life.
I looked down at the lifeless body that Ruby was once inhabiting and leaned down to close her eyes.