Everyone gets a second chance
By
Ava Brett
Disclaimer
None of the characters mentioned in the below piece of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes.
Author Note
Time to swing across to Sam's point of view I feel.
The chapters will now begin to move between the main characters so we get a different perspective about the story. I know a lot of you are wondering whether Cas is crazy but you'll soon find out.
Overall Summary
Castiel is pretty sure he's going crazy. At least he thinks he is, Dean is gone and yet Castiel is hearing his voice and seeing him in his dreams, only now Sam is experiencing the same thing and they can't both be going crazy can they? Castiel and Sam are determined to figure out what is going on before they lose Dean and their sanity for real.
Chapter Summary
Sam receives a call from Castiel…
Overall Romance
Castiel Novak/ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Anna Milton
Chapter Romances
Mentions of Castiel Novak/Dean Winchester
Chapter Seven
Keep in touch
Sam Winchester missed his brother Dean more then anything.
He missed his laughter, his missed his voice, he missed his stupidly large grin and the way his green eyes sparkled with a sheer love of life which few people seemed to possess in his experience. It was as though his brother lived off of emotions, always moving between them like there was no tomorrow and he had nothing to lose from it, only for Dean there was no tomorrow, there was never going to be another tomorrow for him again if he was dead.
Sam swallowed deeply, blinking back the tears which threatened to escape his control. He thought that time was meant to make losing someone easier to cope with. That was what all the Doctors and agony Aunts columns in the newspaper had stated. They had all agreed that if you accepted your pain and allowed your self to grieve for the person who had died then life would once again become bearable.
Only it wasn't becoming bearable for Sam, if anything it was growing worse with each passing day as though it was threatening to consume him from the inside.
He tapped his pen against his paper, looking down at the case which he was meant to be prepping for court. He was due to be in court five within the next ten minutes and he already knew before he had stepped in the door that this case was already lost. No jury would find his client innocent once they heard the evidence which had been complied against him. Hell even Sam didn't believe he was innocent and he normally tried to find something in his clients worthy to fight for, there was absolutely nothing good in his client, the guy was a dickhead and he quite frankly deserved what was coming to him in Sam's mind.
It wouldn't be his fault, when he arrived back at the office, the others would simply clap him on the shoulder and shrug their shoulders telling him to move onto the next case. There were simply some people in this world that you couldn't defend no matter how hard you worked on those cases. Some people were simply destined to be in prison or to end up in the electric chair
Dean had never understood how Sam could stand up in a court in front of a man who represented the justice system and defend criminals who in Dean's eyes deserved everything they got.
Sam could still picture sitting in his brother's old kitchen discussing one of his upcoming cases which he had been due to defend that same week. He had made the mistake of telling Dean and Castiel that he knew deep down that the guy was guilty of murder but that he was still going to try and get the charge dropped to manslaughter and failing that convince the jury that he couldn't possibly have done it.
The look of disbelief that Dean had given him caused a bittersweet smile to come to his face as he remembered. His brother had let loose, ranting about the corrupt justice and how he couldn't believe that Sam was helping it. Castiel had stood up, walking over to where his brother had been leaning against the cabinet and kissed him into silence, telling Dean to be supportive of Sam's job choice. Dean had looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck as he apologised to Sam for being such a jerk but Sam had waved it off.
He had always liked the fact that Dean had such strong opinions over thing, strong enough that he would get passionate over it. Sam liked to think that it was where he had picked it up from; it would make sense since Dean had been the one to raise him. Pushing him self to his limits to try and give Sam everything he needed in life.
Life had always been so black and white to Dean; right was right and wrong was wrong. He refused to believe in anything else. It had been one of the main reasons why he had joined the marines in the first place because he had believed not only in what the marines stood for but also for what the war stood for, a belief which might have led to his death.
If only Dean had been able to see shades of grey then maybe, just maybe he would be here with Sam, at the end of a phone willing and able to talk, and this empty feeling within Sam would be gone once and for all.
Sam's mobile went off attracting his attention away from his dark thoughts. He fished it out of his black suit trouser pocket and glanced down at the ID which was flashing up at him. His eyebrow rose disappearing into his long fringe when he realised that it was Castiel calling him, or at least someone who was using his phone.
"Hey Cas" he answered eagerly. He hadn't heard from the man who had been as good as his brother in law since he had moved away. Sam understood why Castiel had felt he had to move, he had only been surprised that it had taken the older man so long to do it in the first place. Sam doubted he would have been able to stay in that apartment for longer then a hour, not with all the memories of Dean each room would have held and the fact all his belongings were there.
"Hello Sam" Castiel answered in his familiar gruff voice, it always sounded as though Castiel was in need of a throat sweet when he spoke but Sam had known that Castiel's voice had been the first thing which had attracted Dean to him, he wondered whether Castiel had ever known that. The other man sounded tired and weary over the phone but Sam doubted that he sounded any better then him. "How have you been?"
Sam felt a wry smile come across his face at the loaded question and shrugged, forgetting that Castiel couldn't see him over the phone.
"I'm surviving" he said "You know taking each day as it comes and trying to carry on working and socialising like Dean would have wanted me to do, he was all about carrying on with things when they go wrong" he said quietly aware that Castiel remained silent after the comment. "Anyway how have you been Cas, it's been a while since we last spoke"
"Yes" Castiel answered slowly. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch with you recently Sam, I've been busy with the move and trying to get our new house ready. It's been quite the challenge."
"It's okay Cas, moving is a big time consuming thing to do" Sam answered, a sad smile coming to his face when he picked on the fact that Castiel had referred to his new home as our new house. He had clearly meant Dean since Sam had never seen two individuals more in love then his brother and Castiel. It was no surprise that Castiel hadn't moved on yet, it would probably take a while.
"I am ringing to invite you to come and stay with me here for a weekend" Castiel remarked his words coming out in a rush "I promised Dean that if-" his voice trailed off and Sam could hear him swallowing on the other end of the phone. "That I would always keep in contact with you, It's nice here Sam; the house Gabriel is allowing me to stay in during his absence in New York is very spacious though you wouldn't have assumed so from first glance. My sister Anna is currently staying with me but she won't mind the extra company. In fact I feel she would rather welcome it. I haven't been the most attentive host for her and I fear she'll soon be bored." Castiel admitted.
"When exactly are you thinking Cas?" Sam asked.
"Perhaps this weekend" Castiel answered. "I understand if its too short notice for you but I think it would be best for us to see which other sooner rather then later."
Sam remained quiet for a moment, thinking about his upcoming weekend and how he had just planned staying home, eating some junk food and reading his new case files in an attempt to keep his mind occupied with stuff.
"I can make this weekend Cas, it shouldn't be a problem" Sam replied. "You're right; Dean would want us to keep in touch with each other, it would have meant everything to him" Sam stated shakily. "Email me your new address and I'll get onto the airline and get myself a plane ticket sorted. I'll text you what plane I end up on and what time it's due to land" he told Castiel.
"Excellent Sam, I'll email you the address present, take care of yourself, Dean would be most upset if something happened to you" Castiel remarked softly.
"Yeah you too Cas, thanks for calling. See you later"
Sam ended the call and stared down at his mobile, licking at his lips nervously, his head snapping up when his name was called by one of the court assistants. He glanced down at his opened file, closing it and gathering it up in his hand before he followed her from the room his attention fixed on the phone call he just had.
He just hoped the weekend wasn't a disaster.
Author Note
Thanks for taking the time to read
