Alright, so here is ch. 4. This is kind of a short chapter, but I knew where I wanted to end in comparison to where I was, so it just ended up like that. Unfortunately, I will not be able to post a chapter tomorrow, but I will be sure to get one up on Monday, so just hang in there! :)
Another thank you to The Last of Her Kind. She was the one who got me up to do this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters or its gorgeous car, even though I wish that I owned a '67 Chevy Impala with Dean in the drivers seat :)
And without further adieu, ENJOY!
Sam walked out the front door and stopped behind the trench coated figure. Cas's shoulders were slumped and his head was in his hands, showing the signs that he truly was out of power or, as Dean would say, plutonium. Sam smiled at the memory before his mind returned to the present and the smile disappeared. Walking forward, he sat on the steps next to the angel, crossing his arms on his knees and blinking his eyes tiredly. Looking over at Cas, he asked, "How you feeling?"
Cas brought his head out of his hands, his features calm and schooled, even though it was very difficult for him. Truthfully, he felt like crap, but he couldn't tell Dean's baby brother that. He and Bobby were counting on him to be able to help Dean, but, honestly, Cas didn't know if he could. He could feel his angelic power returning to him, but it was happening very slowly and he didn't know if it would return enough in time to save his friend . . . his brother. It hurt Cas even more to admit that to himself and know what was happening right now, but he kept his features calm for Sam. So, he lied like Dean had taught him. "I'm fine."
Sam nodded. "You don't know if you can heal Dean yet, do you."
Cas let his head droop and sighed. He forgot how observant the younger man was. The charade was up. "No. I don't." Cas looked up at the sky, his eyes pleading. "I wish that I could, Sam." Cas stood and began to walk down the steps.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked, growing anxious that Dean's last hope was walking away.
"To pray. I will be back shortly." Cas walked away, heading towards a secluded spot in Bobby's scrap yard.
Sam watched him walk away and then let go, tears falling from his tired brown eyes. They'd had close calls, but this was different. It had only been this close a few times. One of those times, Dean actually died. In his arms. Sam had watched the hell hounds rip him to shreds and then leave him in a puddle of his own blood, lifeless and empty. Sam couldn't do it again. He couldn't hold his dead brother in his arms again and realize that this time, there would be no Castiel to bring him back, that he was truly gone. And he wouldn't be able to hunt down some douche bag angel either to bring him back after making him real live a hundred versions of the same Tuesday. His brother would be truly and goodly . . . gone.
Sam stood up and wiped his eyes, trying desperately to bring himself back under control. He couldn't afford to think like that. And he wouldn't give up on Dean. He had to have faith that even if Cas did pull through in time, that his brother would be strong enough to fight off the infection by himself.
He went back inside and found Bobby sitting next to his brother. Bobby looked up at him and rubbed his eyes, showing the same signs of fatigue as Sam was. "He hasn't woken up. Sam, I don't know if he's-."
Sam shook his head, interrupting Bobby. "Bobby. He's going to be fine."
"But, Sam-."
"Bobby-."
"Damn it, boy! Listen to me!" Bobby closed his eyes and hung his head, immediately regretting yelling at the broken kid. "Sam. Most other people would be dead by now; it's a miracle that he's still alive. I just think that we should prepare for the worst, just in case Dean-." But once again, Bobby was interrupted, but, this time, by the fluttering of wings.
Bobby jumped out of his and he and Sam spun around, facing Cas, whose blood stained coat and shirt were no longer . . . bloodstained. They gave him questioning looks as he stood in the middle of Bobby's living room.
"I have regained my strength."
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