The Reconstruction of Rome: Road to Somewhere
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Castiel wished that he could make the ambulance go faster.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Castiel wished that he could make the ambulance go faster. It was impossible slow and loud. It was rather annoying if you asked him. It wasn't helping Sam. He could see it in his body language. Sam wasn't reacting. He was still and staring into space. He wasn't reacting to the EMT's questions. He could tell that Sam was lost in his head again. Perhaps, it was memories of Dean or the hunt that went wrong.
He wished that he could reach out and take it away.
He knew the consequences of that.
Instead of laying his hand on Sam's head, he placed his hand on Sam's arm.
"Sam."
Nothing.
"Sam."
"Sir, I am going to ask you sit back and let us work."
He wanted to protest. He wanted to scream that he wasn't doing anything either but that was unhelpful. He moved away from Sam and stared.
He felt…helpless.
It wasn't the first time. It won't be the last but it's unsettling feeling that he couldn't shake.
He did something that he hasn't done in a long time.
He prayed and remembered.
"Castiel…uhh…I'm back. If you got a minute."
He knew that he shouldn't come. He should ignore it like the million times that Sam's soulless counterpart called his name.
But Sam's voice made him ache because he knew that it was different. He knew that he would be facing a different Sam. It was one that was whole.
Much like a winter's snow melting for the first time, the coldness in his voice was gone. It was replaced with a warm and hesitant that he sorely missed.
Sam was looking around in the room when he appeared.
"Sam…It is so good to see you alive," He said.
"Ya…you too."
He approached Sam. He didn't know what to do or how to properly greet him. Maybe, if he did what Bobby and Dean did on rare occasions…he leaned over to hug him.
"I would hug you but…"
"But it would be awkward, I know."
"I just was talking to Bobby and he told me what happened."
"Quite frankly, I am surprised that you survived. I was begging Dean not to do it," He said.
"No, of course, I understand that," Sam said as he waved him off.
"I am surprised that it didn't kill you."
"Ya..it is a miracle."
"How does it feel?"
"To have your soul back, of course. Because I was walking around with no soul."
He may have trouble reading expressions but he knew…just knew.
"Real good, Cas…real good."
He knew that he gave the wrong answer that day.
He sighed as he broke away from the memory. It wasn't a painful one or even a dark one. It made him ache for different reasons. It was a different time and place. There was Dean and Bobby during that time.
He missed them both for the reason that they could reach Sam when he couldn't.
His friend was slipping away and he couldn't stop it.
End of Road to Somewhere
Next Chapter: Those Burning Questions