Impossible. It's impossible. Sam repeated the words in his mind. It's impossible. The words so deeply etched, they were tracing themselves on his lips. Obviously there wasn't an appropriate way to respond and all he could do was clear his throat. Should he call Dean? Research? Sam had no clue and every time he ran his hands through his wavy hair, he had less and less of possible ideas. "Umm… I know that, uhhh… *ahem* umm, I understand and uhh, it's important and everything but… I think there's a few things that I need to *ahem* sort of… get cleared up first."
Cupid looked up at him, confused. She just alerted him to something bigger than the apocalypse and he had questions?
"Like what?" She responded, her voice slightly croaky.
Sam still felt like an idiot but the thoughts of touching her were still dancing around in his head. "It's not a big deal at all but… why *ahem* didn't you do the Cupid thing that the other one did? With the hugging?"
The most dumbfounded face landed on Coop. Really? A Winchester? A Winchester wanted to know why he didn't get a hug when demons are running around snarfing god food? She wanted to slap him but, ya know 'make love, not war.' Coop could barely get the right words out.
"I'm been on Earth for a long time. Most humans are… uncomfortable with hugs and even you didn't accept the handshake I offered. Not to mention the whole, 'world is going to end if people have liquid gold' kind of thing." If a cherub would say anything condescending to a Winchester, that would be it.
Sam almost blushed. He felt like the stupidest person on the planet. And he knew people that summoned demons for fun. Knew. "right, uhh… *ahem* one other question, your tear? Its ummm…"
He stopped speaking. The cupid rolled her eyes at him and hopped off the edge of the bed. She picked up the chair that she originally sat on, turned it around and jumped into a crouching position on it; sort of like a bird and it was a very strange sight.
Each word of the cupid was knotted with annoyance and pain. She stopped speaking politely and proper, "The angels are gonna die and you wanna know why I'm a freak?"
Sam immediately regretted asking anything and just wished he'd help her without being so curious. The other cupid was fat and naked and really liked to hug people so Sam really didn't want to ask him questions. But here before him was another cupid. And in his eyes, she glistened and somehow she was… perfect. Oh so perfect. Sam buried the thoughts again. Why was he having them? What is going on, Sammy? He asked himself. Why are you acting like this?
His own thoughts and concerns were replaced with reluctant stories of Coop's mistakes. "Most Cupids can change to become whoever; it helps to bring soulmates together, sometimes they need a push. It's what we're here for. But I messed up. I messed up big. We get lists of soulmates. It's beautiful to see all these people come together but… One soul didn't exactly make it to where they were supposed to be…"
Sam tried to keep focused. What happened to them? Did they die? Sleep in? Sam's impure thoughts of Cupids legs and what he would like to do to them were brought up and when he pushed them away, he realized.
His lips parted, "You fell in love with a human, didn't you?"
Coop didn't say anything for a moment. Her body scrunched up with fear and shame, tears singeing the chair with tiny hisses. When Cupid looked up, she almost yelled, "I didn't do anything! People are meant to control themselves but I guess lust has to be shared whether others like it or not!" Her face was flushed pure red with anger. Her voice shrilled and echoed through the glass in the motel room, splintering it with memories of pain. "IT WAS A JOB TO ME AND HE DECIDED TO MESS WITH THE SYSTEM. NO MEANS NO, BUT WHY NOT TRY TO CHANGE THEIR MIND?"
Sam was speechless, sitting on the edge of the bed. A cupid was ra… he couldn't say the words.
"I couldn't move. I froze. After that, I didn't believe the tainted ones deserved happiness anymore…" Her voice dropped to a pained whisper. "I stopped working, tried to undo the work that the other cherubs did, hurt a few angels... I regret it. All of it." She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked gently forward and back. "That was years ago. They considered killing me; just giving up. Finding someone else to do whatever it is I do; deal with love." She scoffed at the word. "Love." Sam was still listening. It didn't answer his questions but it was… He didn't know what it was. More.
"They sent me back up top. For treatment I guess. Can't control my powers properly anymore and my tears… Well, Love hurts. It hurts whomever I shed a tear for, what I shed a tear on, and me. It hurts me." She started a list. "I can't change my form, I become incredibly tired, I starve and I get injured. It's not like I was hurt before, because obviously I provoked him…" Her voice trailed away.
"And then little Sammy Winchester was born."
