One for the team.
Sam could hear them arguing from his room, which was the main reason that he even left it, well that and the fact that the warm body he had fallen asleep next to was gone. Sam figured it had to be at least eight am. Ali and Dean never started at each other before the first cup of coffee was finished. They were usually pretty civil until then but the voices were all wrong.
One, both of them were too deep to be Ali and Dean, and two, well, it was actually a quieter form of arguing, maybe debating, but it definitely was strange.
Sam pulled on his shirt, grabbed his slippers and made his way towards the library.
Well, he was right about one thing.
It wasn't Ali.
It was Cas.
Cas and Dean were arguing and Ali... she was sitting in one of the office chairs, casuallying flipping through a magazine with her feet up on the table as if nothing was going on at all. For some odd reason, Sam felt strangely domestic.
"Dean, what you're proposing is preposterous." Cas spoke up and again, Sam was in the middle of some heavy conversation that he had to get a handle on before he even understood what was going on.
Ali looked up from the magazine as he cleared his throat and she winked, but went right back to it as Sam stepped up to the tables. Cas and Dean stood on one side, giving Ali the view of the argument that he was sure she loved and was actually watching even if she was trying not to, and both men were facing off, toe to toe. It was then that Sam realized they were nearly the same height.
So that would explain the unwavering staring contests, Sam thought to himself. Dean couldn't do that with him, because Sam was taller and Dean always used the excuse of a crick in his neck.
"Yeah, okay, just like the essence of a Demon was so preposterous," Dean said snidely, in fact he said it like a whiny teenager and Sam tried to hide the smile. "Blood of a Gregorian Dragon, do you even know where to find one, let alone a Gregorian one?"
"No, however…" Dean raised a finger, stopping the angel instantly.
"If you say Ali does, I'm dropping this right here, right now."
"Then maybe it's better to do just that."
"You can't tell me that he knows where every ingredient is and is still willing to give it up," Dean looked at Sam, "he'd be killing himself or Ali and that's why I gave you that option."
"Letting Ali take on the grace of an angel in pure form would surely kill her, Dean."
AND now Sam understood.
"Wait, you're talking about trying to cure her, without the actual cure."
"Duh, duh, DUUUUUHHHH…" Ali mumbled from behind the magazine as if Sam had just gotten to the cliffhanger of the movie and all three turned and looked in her direction. She never bothered to look up, she just smirked.
"Can it!" Dean growled in her direction and turned back to Cas, "Shooting her up with Angel Mojo is the closest she's going to get to what that thing really wants to do to her, Cas."
"It's not like giving a demon the blood cure, Dean," Sam argued and this time, Ali did look up, trying to hush him with just a look. Sam cocked his head to the side, wondering just what her end game was.
"This is not all bets off and take one for the team, Cas, this is her life we're talking about."
"I'm not suggesting otherwise, what I'm saying is that the purest form of an angel is just something I'm unwilling to subject her to." Cas huffed.
"Why? In all this debating, you never told me why." Dean huffed, and Sam watched as Ali looked up, over and stared at Cas, her lips parted.
"That would require something I'm not completely comfortable with." Cas stumbled.
"When are you not comfortable doing something? What aren't you telling me?" Dean watched as Cas leaned just a little to peek in Ali's direction. Sam smiled as she raised her eyes and gave the angel just a little bit of a shrug before Cas cleared his throat, a very human thing to do, and looked at Dean, just a little… okay, very uncomfortable. "Wait…" Dean rolled his eyes, finally catching the slight facial expressions the two were communicating with, and he turned his body fully to face Ali. "Why does everything have to involve you and SEX?"
"Wait," Sam questioned, perking up at the statement, and looked at the woman who just gave a small smile. "Really? Sex with Cas?"
"No," she huffed, putting her feet down on the floor as she finally released the magazine and rubbed her face. Apparently, she had hoped to NOT get involved. "It's not sex," she told Dean before she looked at Sam, "I swear."
"Then what is it, because I'm pretty sure Cas has never been that red because of a kiss on the cheek," Dean groaned and while Cas went to protest that a kiss wasn't involved either, he snapped his jaw shut and pondered over the statement, much to Ali's dismay, which meant she was left to explain.
"It's not sex," she sat back in the chair and took a deep breath, "basically, he had to take his finger and slide them up to just about…"
"I thought you said it wasn't sex!"
That was Dean, because Sam was too caught up in the hand motions she was making to even question where she was going.
"It's not, wanna let me finish?"
"Can you be a little less descriptive?"
"Why, are you getting worked up?"
"I think I'm getting ready to throttle you."
"Oh yeah, and since your hands will be busy, what will the rest of you be doing?"
"Can we get on with this?"
Sam jumped at Dean's irritation as he tried to divert her back on course.
"Sure," and there went Ali's fingers AGAIN. "He has to take part of him and put it right up in there like so." she wiggled her fingers.
"Christ, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Dean slapped his hand on his forehead. "Cas, a little help here."
"I have to take a piece of my grace and introduce it directly into her soul." Cas replied quite blatantly and Dean finally relaxed.
"See, was that so hard?"
"No, but you are." And she grabbed the magazine, placed her feet up on the table and went back to reading.
"Like I said, what you're proposing is preposterous." Cas sighed and Dean looked at him with narrowed eyes as Sam shook his head.
They were right back where they started.
SAM needed coffee, and possibly a cold shower.