If I ever told him what I did, would he forgive me?

I knew that something was wrong. The way Sam stepped back, the way he looked afraid of me. And now Dean tells me. There was an Angel, and I don't even know which one I had kissed. Maybe it was Sam who was afraid of me. Maybe it was the Angel.

Sam didn't tell his brother about us, and neither did the Angel it seemed, and when Dean turned away from us on the bridge, I could see how much it hurt both of them. When I saw the sun beginning to rise, I tugged on Sam's sleeve.

"We should go." I told him, but his hesitance spoke volumes about why he stayed. "I don't think he's going to come back, Sam." He sighed and looked back at me.

"Are you... Are you only staying because you have to heal me?" He asked sadly. I reached out, a hand on his shoulder.

"Of course not, Sam." I said. "I'm here for you." He glanced down to me, before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry about... all the crap we put you though, Cas." He said, looking up into the horizon, where the sun was just now touching the water.

"I can handle your crap, Sam. I've handled it for five years." I smiled a little, and he pulled me closer.

"You didn't even need to stick around." He noted then, and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

"How would you have survived the Apocalypse without me?" I leaned into him, and he ruffled my hair.

"One of us wouldn't have. If you weren't there, I can only imagine how things would've went. I know that we would've been stuck with the fight. If it weren't for you, Cas, there would've been an Apocalypse." Sam mused. I nodded. His words were true. If I hadn't carved the Enochian sigils into their ribs, causing them to become invisible to Angels, Zachariah would have more easily persuaded Dean to say yes to Michael, and Sam, with nothing left to lose, would've said yes to Lucifer in a heartbeat.

"Good thing I was there then." I said, glancing over at him. He guided a hand under my jaw, lifting my chin, before placing a soft kiss to my lips. I broke the kiss and turned, grabbing both of his hands, then pulled him to me, and I kissed him.

His arms went around my waist, and mine went around his shoulders, pulling him toward me. He was my Sam, and he wouldn't suddenly pull away in confusion. More correctly, Gadreel wouldn't pull away in confusion. Sam would stay here. I knew that, even more so when he entangled his fingers into my hair, pulling gently. He led, I followed, backing into the guard-rails of the bridge. I led, he followed, deepening the kiss by parting our lips. He lifted me, and I rested on the railings. He pulled me close, and the kiss grew faster, rougher, more passionate.

And a surprising amount of lust.

I was an Angel, and Sam was a hunter. I wasn't supposed to be able to feel that kind of emotion. I'd only felt it once, when I was human, before I'd realized how much Sam meant to me, and how much I'd meant to him. And now... How precious did that grace appear. How beautiful Sam's soul felt beneath my hand as it rested on his chest, just above where his Anti-Possession tattoo used to be. The hour I first believed. And I twisted my fingers into his hair, pulled, just as he did mine. And he made a deep rumbling groan, animalistic to a degree, and his grip tightened on my coat. He pulled away from me, and sighed against my mouth.

"Cas." He mumbled, moving his hands beneath my coat, wrapping around me, closer, closer. "Cas." I looked into his eyes, wrapping his hair around my finger.

"Sam." I muttered, leaning my forehead against his. He pulled me down.

"Let's go home, Cas." He said, and I smiled. What I said then was a single word, full of hope, peace, solidarity. It was something I never knew I needed until now, and it was beautiful. More beautiful than anything I'd ever had before. More beautiful than my Eternal Tuesday Afternoon.

"Home." One I could share with someone I loved and who loved me.

Home. A home with the Winchesters. My family. Sam.