"Now, Castiel, really." Sam's voice chides, singsong and dripping with venom. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to break things that aren't yours?" Dread settles in the pit of his vessel's stomach and Castiel immediately knows that something is terribly wrong. This isn't Sam that stands before him." *post "Road Trip", possessed!Sam, hurt!Sam, awesome!Castiel, two-shot*
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,195 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 60 - Follows: 32 - Updated: 3/13/2015 - Published: 3/10/2015 - Sam W., Dean W., Castiel, Crowley - Complete