Lock 9: Nowhere & Everywhere

BY: Wolfa Moon

ENJOY!

L9

Sam sat on the roof of a stolen car in a open field with several opened bottles surrounding him. He wanted to drown himself. His heart was breaking all over again. Why did he love? Why did he give it so freely?

He held her winged necklace up high dangling from his hands. Let it capture the last rays. Let it clink in the breeze. The only true item left of his angel.

"Sam," a voice spoke from beside him. A voice he was trying to drown away. Sickly sweet memories.

"Leave me alone. Don't you have fatherly things to do?" he laughed. "Like you're any good at it." He laughed some more. Sam raised the bottle to his lips again. "What good are you?"

"Sam," her voice like honey. Sweet to his ears. Now making his blood boil. Boiling red with anger. "Sam." She voiced again. With rage he threw the bottle at her. He never heard a cackle as if it rolled across ground. What he did hear was bottle hitting flesh. Oh god he had hurt her. His mind was sluggish. But his heart was still beating. Still feeling. He turned. Ready to bounce off the car hood. She stood there. Bottle firmly in her hand. She stared at it with Ramiel curiosity. Dean had dared Ramiel to drink once. She had tried it and coughed. Castiel smiled at it. He had the same reaction. Then Castiel understood why Dean thought it so funny. Sam stared at her. She didn't hold herself the way God did when he wore the outfit. She held it like Ramiel. Could God have been that kind. Could god have given one bit of the happiness he promised in the here after to the now living. Sam practically leaped off the car to stand in front of her. Taking her in. She had on the same outfit. The same carbon copy he had been seeing behind his eyes. One he had been feeling for. She held the bottle securely in her hand. Her eyes gazing deeply into his.

"Ramiel," he asked in misbelieve. He didn't want to have hope. He wanted it but knew better. He took another step toward her. She smiled. She smiled with Ramiel's grace. His heart spurred into action. Moving the short distance to her. He took her in his arms holding her tight. Never wanting to let her go. He let his hands travel to her face. His eyes looking deeply at her. Face reading belief and misbelief. Then the shock. She raised her hand to his face. Very much the way God stroked Castiel's cheek. It made him worry for a second then she smiled again.

"Sam, it is me." That broke all the barriers. Sam reached his lifeline. Pulling her to him. Letting his lips meet hers. Melting into each other. Thank you god.

The End

Hoath-Love: No translation for welcome. Thought Love would do.

Author note: It's been a pleasure. I had written this before watching the final episodes. I just had to beta them myself. And had to deal with other issues. Thank you all for reading. I appreciate all the reviews and again, Thank you.

Halleluiah! Season 6! And Castiel!

Chuck: Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.