Hello again. So here is the next chapter, but I'm warning you: in this storyline, Sam did not ever work with Ruby while Dean was dead. He does not recognize her new meat suit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
"And who are you again?" Sam Winchester was cautious.
Castiel, who was walking beside the tall human, repeated calmly, "I'm an angel."
"Of God?" Sam's eyes were wide.
"Not exactly. I used to be, but I was called downwards by a force stronger than my absent Father," Castiel replied evasively.
Sam stopped them next to a bench in the park where they were walking. He gestured, and the two of them sat down. "Do you know who killed my brother and my friend? And who brought Dean back?" he asked. "Because I want to kill one, and give a gift basket to the other."
"I brought Dean back from Hell," Castiel answered smoothly, "back when I still served Heaven and God. However, my…darker nature had let itself loose at the wrong time, causing two unnecessary deaths." Castiel looked down at his hands at this last statement. "I Fell from Heaven in the presence of humans, and the resulting explosion killed your brother and your friend. For that, I apologize."
"So you saved my brother…and then you killed him?" Sam exploded. "What kind of an angel are you?"
Castiel turned and gazed intently at the hunter. "A poor excuse for one," he assured Sam.
"So what do you want me for?" Sam sighed.
The angel smiled grimly at the tall man. "Well, that's where you may begin to disagree with me." Castiel made a gesture with his hand and a dark-haired woman appeared in front of the bench.
"Hello, Sam," she singsonged. "Recognize me?"
"Ruby?" Sam gasped.
Ruby smiled and spread her arms wide. "In the filthy human flesh!" she announced. "So I see you've met my little friend here."
"Yeah, I have," Sam growled suspiciously. "What's he doing with a demon?"
"We have a common goal," Castiel explained.
Sam glanced between the angel and the demon. "And that goal is…?" he asked.
Ruby sat down on the other side of Sam and primly crossed her legs. "We want to free Lucifer from the Pit," she announced. "And we need you to help us."
"You want to free Satan? You?" This time, Sam's incredulous inquiry was directed to Castiel. "I mean, you're an angel!"
Castiel raised a single finger to stop Sam. "I was an angel. Now I am Fallen, like the Morning Star before me," he amended the hunter's statement. He looked at Ruby. "Leave us and we'll meet you here tomorrow," he ordered, and the demon disappeared with a nod. Castiel swung his head back to lock eyes with Sam. "Come with me." He put his fingers to Sam's forehead and they flew away.
They arrived in Castiel's luxurious motel room. Technically, it had been Gabriel's, but Castiel had long since killed that son of a bitch. Anyways, Castiel sat Sam down in a plush armchair. "Stay there," he ordered before striding over to the minibar. He removed two beers, one of which was one that he knew to be Sam's favorite from his memories of the future that didn't exist. He passed the cold drink to Sam and sat down in a soft armchair of his own across from the brown-haired hunter. "So," he began, perfectly at ease with the fact that he would never have been this casual in the future he had left behind when he'd Fallen, "you know about what we want."
"Yeah, but what I really want to know is why. You are- or you were- and angel. I thought you were told to avoid the Devil at all costs." Sam's shimmering chestnut head was tilted almost imperceptibly to the right, much like an underexaggerated version of Castiel's own head tilt.
"Yes, Sam, we were. But Lucifer and I shared a sort of...bond. I was right next to him as he Fell, and a shred of connection between our Graces kept us together. I was his eyes and ears in Heaven and on Earth. I still am. I couldn't resist the temptation to Fall. And besides..." Castiel trailed off as he realized he'd been about to mention the destroyed future. "Anyways, I Fell and now here I am. I want to help my brother escape his fiery imprisonment."
Sam bit his lip nervously- Castiel couldn't help but notice the way that the hunter's teeth were perfectly aligned along the line of the pink skin- and asked, "So what the hell to you want me to do?"
"Well, you have your...demonic abilities, do you not?" Castiel asked delicately, noticing the way that Sam's muscles stiffened in tension at the mention of the reason why all of this was happening to him.
"Yes," Sam answered, breaking his eye contact with the angel to look awway moodily. He took a swig of his beer, his fingers easily encircling the neck of the sweating glass bottle. Once again, Castiel shifted uncomfortably at the sight of how perfectly the hunter's worn, scarred hands wrapped around the glass. After wiping his lips with his hand, Sam looked back at Castiel; his hazel eyes were made of steel. "What about them?"
Castiel leaned forward after sipping his own drink, still wincing slightly at the unfamiliar taste of the alcohol. "The last of the 66 seals on Lucifer's cage needs to be broken by the death of the demon, Lilith. However, she can only be killed by one of Azazel's...creations." He paused as Sam growled, an inhuman sound in the back of his throat. "So if you accept our offer, Ruby will train you enough so that you are able to hone your abilities so that you are able to kill the most ancient demon in creation."
"I've got nothing to lose, do I now?" Sam sighed wearily, leaning back in his chair.
"So you'll help us free Lucifer from the Pit?" Castiel asked eagerly. His stomach fluttered in an unfamiliar but pleasant way as Sam grinned sheepishly, showing shining white teeth.
The hunter replied somewhat uncertainly, "I guess so." Once again, he took a drink of his beer, licking his lips casually to savor the taste of the alcoholic drink. Then he locked his dark hazel eyes with Castiel's. "What do I get out of it?"
"I'm sorry?" Castiel asked.
Sam snorted. "I mean, I'm not just going to go all freaky demon boy on you without a good reason or hope of reward."
"Well, that's just the thing, isn't it?" Castiel answered. "We don't know what Lucifer will do with you once he's freed." Suddenly, Castiel's memories of the prevented future came flooding back, going through every possible bit of information about Samuel Winchester. "You're not the Sam that you should be," Castiel stammered.
Sam smirked. "Well, you're not exactly what I expected you to be either." He looked away, suddenly becoming forlorn. "I lost my brother and got him back, only to lose him again. And now I've lost the closest thing I had to a father. Yeah, I don't think that I'm the same Sam Winchester that I used to be." He met Castiel's eyes again, and Castiel's stained Grace cried out at the pain that it saw in the hazel depths. "So who cares about Satan anymore? I sure don't." Sam sighed and hung his head, and soon dry sobs racked his powerful body.
Torn between being the ruthless general and the comforting angel, Castiel sat and watched the human break down before his eyes.
Now, now, Castiel, Lucifer's voice chuckled. You are Fallen now. Mingle with the common folk and maybe have a little fun. Come on. You deserve it after all you've done to help me. I'm allowing you to indulge, Castiel, the Morning Star insisted. Make good use of your break time.
Castiel suddenly stood up and closed the short distance between him and Sam. "Stand up," he ordered, noticing that the unknown emotions that raged through his body were making his already raspy voice turn ragged with something that he did not understand.
Sam stood up, and his face looked radiant and nearly holy with the tears streaking down his grieving face. "What?" he asked brokenly, staring down at the angel who stood a few inches below him.
Without thinking, Castiel shot out his hand and touched Sam's cheek, savoring the softness of the skin that protected the perfectly formed cheekbones. He ran a single thumb over Sam's trembling lips, slowly stepping forward to close the distance between the two of them. "Sam Winchester," he whispered, "you are destined for great things." Sam stared intensely at the Fallen angel's pale thumb on his lips before reaching up and grabbing the hand. Then, before Castiel could protest, the hunter suddenly pressed his lips up against the angel's.
The first moments of the first kiss that they shared were shy and vaguely tender. However, alcohol, demon blood, and a Fallen angel's instinct took over. The kiss turned dirty and vicious. Sam was ravaging Castiel's lips with his own before descending down to the angel's neck. Normally, Castiel would have smited anybody who went anywhere near him, but this time he let Sam Winchester bite viciously at the soft skin. Suddenly, the hunter detached himself from Castiel and broke away with a tortured groan, stepping backwards slightly.
"Castiel," he whispered. "You're an angel. I can't be with you."
"No, Sam!" Castiel yelled, succumbing to the raging emotions that ravaged his body. "I am not an angel anymore. I have Fallen. That ship has sailed. So come the hell over here and finish what you started!"
Without any hesitation at all, Sam Winchester pulled the Fallen angel flush against his body and once again claimed Castiel's lips.
Sure, Castiel had always remembered his future as being full of Dean. Kissing Dean, loving Dean, and being with Dean.
But this was the new future.
And anyways, Sam was so much better.
Okay, I don't know where that came from. Sorry if you hate me now! Well, review nonetheless, pretty please!