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Chapter 10
Dean smiled in contentment as he woke to fond Sam cuddled into him as close as possible. He gently carded his fingers through Sam's unruly hair and Sam made a soft noise in his sleep. Dean kissed the top of his head and Sam shifted, eyes fluttering open and then Sam smiled at him sleepily. "Morning Sammy."
"Morning." He replied, shifting to lie beside Dean instead of half on top of him. Dean stayed still as Sam reached out to stroke his face.
"What's wrong?"
Sam shook his head. "Nothing." He then surprised Dean by leaning in and kissing him shyly. Sam pulled back and looked at him nervously but Dean just smiled at him.
"Thank you." Dean murmured and Sam smiled back. He pulled Sam into a hug and felt Sam hug him back. Sam's recovery wasn't a steady, measurable thing but Dean could feel it in every hug and see it in every smile. His Sam would one day be back fully.
Castiel smiled in greeting and Sam gave him a shy grin in return. It surprised him how well Sam accepted his presence now when it was his fault Sam was like this. But according to Mich….Dean Sam did not remember that yet. Would Sam hate him when he remembered? If he ever remembered? It would be better if he never recalled his time in hell. Who knew the damage it could do to him?
Castiel sat down and looked at what Sam was doing. It was a puzzle of some sort and he seemed to be doing quite well. He blinked in surprise as a piece was offered to him. "Sam?"
"You play too." Sam offered and Castiel hesitated but then took the piece and Sam smiled at him again. They spent the next three hours silently working on the puzzle and then Sam cheered as he put the last piece in. "Another?"
"Very well." Castiel agreed and Sam grinned, getting out another puzzle.
Sam sat on their bed, arms curled around his legs. He knew something was wrong with him. Dean….Dean said he'd been hurt but how? He didn't remember getting hurt badly. But everything was all muddled up in his head. He was just so confused all the time. Where was Dad? No…Dad was dead, wasn't he? Dean and Bobby were here and Dean's friend Cas. Something about Cas….did he meet him before he got hurt? He lifted his head and looked around the room. This wasn't Bobby's or a motel. This was a house. But they never stayed in houses. Why couldn't he remember? The bed dipped and then familiar arms wrapped around him and he relaxed in Dean's hold.
"Hey Sammy. Everything okay?" He asked and Sam nodded, everything was fine as long as Dean was there. He looked back at Dean and smiled, getting a smile in return. "Tired?"
"A little." He admitted, he got tired a lot and it was annoying.
Dean kissed his cheek. "Then get some sleep." He murmured. Sam lay down on the bed and Dean gently stroked his hair as Sam closed his eyes to sleep. Dean smiled as Sam quickly fell asleep. It would be so easy to simply slip into his mind and see what had been bothering him but with Sam able to communicate now it felt like a violation to do it without permission. Too many beings had messed with Sam's head over the years and he wouldn't be one of them. What he'd done before had been healing and nothing else. Sam shifted in his sleep and Dean gently soothed him, holding him close like he had ever since Sam was a baby. He'd never really held a baby before Sam, angels didn't have babies. If it wasn't for this stupid war would Sam have a baby by now? Would he if he were just Dean and not Michael? It was silly to think of it, as long as they were together there would be no further Winchester's born. Would….would Sam want a baby one day? Would he leave him for a wife and family? If that was what he wanted Dean would make sure Sam and his family wanted for nothing before returning to Heaven, without Sam there would be nothing for him on earth.
TBC….