Prompt number: 9. "will you look at this?"

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: G [General Audiences]

Warnings: Minor panic attack, sort of. Loss of control of speech? Nothing really big. Sam just freaks out a little.

Engrossed in another book, Sam jumped in his seat when he looked up and saw Cas standing right beside him, silent and patient. "Cas! Geez, you could announce yourself once in a while." Hand over his heart, he gave their resident angel and pointed look. "Something I can help you with?"

Castiel had enough practise among humans to look apologetic it seemed. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to startle you. Wil you look at this?" He handed him a piece of paper without waiting for an answer. Though confused at the rather polite behaviour, Sam took the note.

Ever since the whole mess with Gadreel and Cas' own troubles with Heaven and the angels, they'd gotten closer. Not nearly as "connected" as Cas and Dean seemed to be with their "profound" bond, but Sam no longer felt like an outsider or unwanted guest around Cas. They were steadily becoming family and Cas had been his support after he'd split from Dean after the whole angel possession deal. It was behind them now, but he would not soon forget it.

"Uhm, Cas?" Sam stared confused at the note, recognising the words as being Enochian. "Why do you need me to look at this? This is in Enochian."

Cas had in his short existance on Earth compared to his eons as an angel in Heaven, perfected the confused –don't know what you mean- look. He was using that look right now and Sam has a sneaking suspicion it was done intentionally. Cas was up to something and although he didn't believe the angel to be doing something dangerous, he felt uneasy.

"Yes, it is. Can you not read it?"

"I didn't say that." Sam replied even more confused. Why was Cas asking him about Enochian writing? "Just wondering why you need my help with your language. You're okay, right? Or did something happen?"

Cas raised his hand to stop his fast spiralling concern. "No, I'm fine and you're right. Silly of me." He snatched the paper back before Sam could even consider holding on to it.

Cas said his goodbyes as he was undoubtedly off to do something angelic. Sam automatically responded, wishing him luck with whatever his current project was. It took a full minute for Sam to figure out that Cas was still there, staring at him, in shock. "Cas? Are you okay?" He was halfway out of his seat when Cas answered him. "You can understand me?"

"Of course I can understand you. What's going on, Cas?"

"I am not speaking english, Sam." Cas spoke slowly, as if he were talking to a frightened animal. "And neither are you."

Like a bolt of lightning his brain caught on to the situation and Sam realised he'd been talking in Enochian. He stumbled backwards, feeling suddenly like he needed to run or hide, or maybe both. He almost tripped over the chair he'd been sitting in not a minute ago. Cas hurriedly approached him, soothing Enochian words spilling from his lips, only further upsetting Sam because he knew what he was saying and he hated it. Not the language but the reason that he understood it, was fluent in it even.

"It's alright, Sam. You're alright."

"Please, stop. Cas, please. I can't. I need, my mind keeps answering you. Please, just-" Cas seemed to understand what he meant for he immediately switched to regular English. "Okay, I'm sorry. Are you alright, Sam?"

"Yes?" Sam tested the word nervously, checking if it was English once more. "Oh thank god."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just curious since I noticed you sometimes reacted to my Enochian phrases as if you understood. I should have just asked."

"No, it's okay. I wouldn't know how to start that conversation myself, so don't worry about it. Just, promise me one thing."

"Of course, Sam."

"Don't tell Dean." The sad but undrstanding look was almost worse than the Enochian he'd uttered earlier. "It's not your fault that you are fluent in Enochian, Sam. I'm sure Dean would understand."

"Yeah, probably. Maybe. I don't know. I just, I'd feel better kepeing this under wraps for now. Please?"

"As you wish Sam."

When Dean returned from his very important job of getting pie, everything was back to normal in the bunker. Sam was once more engrossed in a book and Cas was wandering the bunker. Dean was none the wiser and if Sam occassionally hid a smile at an Enochian joke, it went completely unnoticed. He knew what Cas was doing though. In his own way, he was trying to associate Enochian as good and safe to Sam's mind, rather than remind him of the horrible manner in which he'd had to learn, down in the cage.

And Sam was actually grateful for it. Maybe when he no longer shivered or flinched at the language, he would tell Dean. But for now it was a secret between Cas and him.

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