Author's note: Spoilers if you haven't already seen 9x18. If you haven't and you don't care about spoilers watch it anyway because you won't understand what is going on in this rig (Alot of this is diolougue on a phone if it gets confusing) PLEASE REVIEW!
It was a few days after the trade for Castiel had taken place. Luckily Cas had been alive when the got him back, though they had lost Gadreel.
Sam ran his fingers lightly over the keys on his phone. He had been yearning to call Cas every since the event. He felt bad that they had just left him at the motel alone again.
He clicked "Castiel" and the phone started dialing. He sighed and put the device up to his ear. It took a couple of rings before Castiel picked up the phone, "Hello?" his gruff voice was still intact. The tall hunter couldn't help but smile when he heard the angel's voice. "It's me Sam."
He could practically hear Cas smile, "Oh Sam. I keep forgetting to check caller ID. Sorry." A pause, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
"No!" Sam exclaimed, "I just uh-" he was interrupted when he heard yelling in the background, "Cas are you alright?"
Cas coughed nervously, "Ya ya um...that's just the TV. What'd you call for?"
"Well I admit I was a little bored," Sam said, "Mainly I was just worried. Metatron didn't come back for you did he?"
For once he heard Cas actually laugh, "No Sam I'm fine. Metatron isn't coming for me anytime soon."
"What'd he do to you anyway?"
"He almost got me to believe Gabriel was still alive. He wrote him into the story he was telling me."
"That's odd." Sam answered.
"Also," Cas started, "He gave me knowledge of every movie, book, and TV show that he's consumed in the last millenia, just so I'd be easier to talk to."
"That's why-"
"Star Wars, yeah."
"Well at least you'll get references now, oh! You must know who clarence is now!" Sam laughed.
"I believe I do."
"Aw, that's great."
"Sam," Cas said softly, "If you're bored, why talk to me and not Dean?"
"I think you know why." Sam whispered.
Cas nodded to himself. "Is he already reacting to it?"
"He's acting like a goddamn zombie. I can't even smile at him without feeling like a puppy who's master is mad with him."
"Dean's not your master Sam, you are."
"Thanks Cas, and even if I wanted to talk to Dean I wouldn't. I know some people don't think it but you're easier to talk to than him sometimes."
Cas beamed, "Thanks."
Sam thought for a moment, "Hey what did Metatron mean a few days ago when he said he gave you a choice, or an offer. Something that you denied?"
Cas sighed, "He said he'd give me my grace if I helped him, worked with him."
Sam chuckled, "What's the difference between your grace and the grace you have inside you right now?"
"Everything." Cas said darkly, "If I don't have my very own grace specified to me, I'll burn up and die."
Sam gulped. He hadn't thought of this, "Cas maybe you should've-"
"No, Never. And I'm not dying anytime soon," He smiled, "I'll sort things out, you just worry about Dean."
"Ok, I should probably go then."
"Ok."
"And Cas!" Sam said, "I love you like a brother ok? Take care of yourself."
"Love you too." Cas replied and hung up.
Sam laid back in his chair closing his eyes. But he didn't love him that way. Not as a brother. But no one could ever know that. Especially Dean.
