Swans and Their Songs In Hell
(Old High Enochian in this chapter is based on Darija/Baghdadi)
By the time Castiel got to the garage, Dean was rubbing a wet and soapy car wash sponge in Sam's hair.
"Your poor little brain was hit with the idiot stick. Let me get that for you." Dean had his arm wrapped around Sam's chest, scrubbing at his ears. Sam's mouth had filled up with soap that he was now shooting out his nose laughing so hard.
"Get off of me, you freak!" Sam's hands twisted around Dean's forearm but the big brother wasn't about to let go.
"Not until you explain what the Hell you thought you were doing?" Dean squeezed the soap into Sam's ears. Sam tossed his head trying to get free. By now, Cas realized he was bowed over his knees laughing. And strangers in the garage had noticed.
Sam finally wrenched free and slammed Dean by his hands down on the hood of the Impala. He spat soap on the tarmac. He leaned close to Dean's face, drew a shaky breath that sent bubbles floating from each end of his lips and made him look rabid. And then he smiled because Dean was laughing too hard for this to continue long without Sam choking on the bubbles.
Kah-ya! An-ahabawk bayzafi! Sam blurted it out, ruffling Dean's hair. Dean's eyes went wide.
"I thought you fixed him!" Dean looked scared.
"He did, I'm just messing with you." Sam winked.
"Well, what the Hell did you say?" Dean's fingers twisted in Sam's now soaked shirt. Sam slung more bubbles out of his hair, shaking like a dog at bath time. Cas dodged the spray, rolling with laughter now. Because Sam had said something that Dean would consider the ultimate chick-flick moment thing to say.
"What are you laughing at? What the Hell did he say?" Dean jabbed a pointer finger into Sam's chest, looking to Cas now with a half-scowl and half-smile teasing his lips.
"I said…"Sam smiled and pulled Dean to standing taking his face in his hands and smiling at him straining to make himself look particularly dramatic. Dean blinked annoyed but laughing.
To Dean's surprise, Sam's humor drained out of his face along with the affected drama. Then, he was totally serious, despite the water running down his forehead.
"Kahya...An ahabawk bayzafi…" Sam said that much slower...And then he laughed and leaned closer to Dean.
"Kahya, bebawk mah-beyawd...n'na hayafi…." Sam dropped his head now, blinking at himself in what might be intense pain. Castiel put a hand over his mouth, having heard the swan song rise from Hell in those words, something Dean lacked the grasp to appreciate yet. And then Sam laughed and slapped Dean on the shoulders, going to clean up the mess he'd made with the car wash effects.
"Right, well if that spell didn't work, something that's less brain scrambling might. I'm going back to the books and then...Uh, I think Mom said we have a case? Guess if we got out of here, we might be able to regroup and think of new and better ways to help Jack..." Sam looked over his shoulder as several of the strangers waved to him, already asking "Chief" for answers about their own missions in Michael hunting. Sam was drawn away from the strange sudsy scene.
Dean's face twisted in a look of consternation. Because Cas was shaking his head, beaming like he'd seen some kind of cheesy rom-com when Sam walked off.
"What the Hell did he say?" Dean looked up at Cas. Cas laughed.
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain in English, because you don't really have an endearment as strong for it. Kahya means "brother". He pretty much just said that he loves you...Like you are his life." Cas sniffed back chuckles at Dean's violated machismo when his face wrinkled in amazement and then, then he was wide-eyed with pursed lips like he was flattered and disturbed all at once.
"Well, let's make sure the Chief doesn't kamikaze himself trying to magic Jack back to health." Dean stood up slowly, letting soap slide off of him.
"He's looking for a spell to heal, Jack? Let's find it first…" Dean stormed toward the library while Riley had Sam looking at a hand-drawn map.
Cas smiled. He had a feeling that this was the beginning of something strangely deep. How would Sam have learned how to express brotherly love via Enochian speak from the Devil in Hell? That seemed unlikely. But he couldn't have gotten the vocabulary for that from anyone else directly. Lucifer was the last native speaker of the language Chuck and Amara had shared between each other.
Unless, of course, this meant that Lucifer's torture had reached to the deepest parts of him and replaced his native speech in his deepest thoughts with the speech natural to Lucifer's grace signature unmaking him. Words that the tormenting Devil wouldn't teach Sam, things he wouldn't know by learning, had come gushing up in burning and blood and an Eternity sacrificed. A swan song straight from Hell fragrant with the incense of an eternally dying sacrifice.
Cas understood so much more now and swore to protect this bebawk ma beyawd this "white love" or "pure bond" with the rest of his own life.
A.N. Old High Enochian glossary:
"Kahya...An ahabawk bayzafi"-Literally, "Brother, I love you too much."
"Kahya, bebawk mah-beyawd...n'na hayafi"-Literally, "Brother, white love, my life…"