Title: fluidity
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: um… future!fic?
Pairings: none stated
Wordcount: 125
Point of view: third
"Send me back," Sam says. "Let me change things."
"The past cannot be rewritten," Castiel replies. "What's done is done."
Sam scoffs. "Like Hell," he says. "If you don't help, I'll find someone who will."
Castiel hesitates, his gaze flicking to Dean and away. "You will..." he begins, pauses, starts over. "If I bend time for you," he asks, "what will you do?"
Turning, Sam looks at his brother. "I'll stop this," he whispers. "I'll keep it from ever happening."
Castiel closes his eyes, praying to Father for compassion and understanding; he reaches for the End, places his fingers on the End's brow, and flies backward through the ages.
When Sam throws himself away from Castiel's touch, Castiel prays to a new Lord and waits.