The Reconstruction of Rome: Coming from the West
By: M14Mouse
Summary: As Castiel sits in the waiting room, he watched a Western…and he remembers.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Castiel decided that he did not like waiting rooms.
As an angel, he didn't need to wait. He could just focus and was there. Even the centuries of inactiveness, he wasn't waiting. He was watching humanity pass by or following the orders of his supervisors.
It was never a boring endeavor but this was tedious.
This? This waiting was…too much. It seemed endless. It seemed to make time drag. He has looked at the clock numerous times and the hands seemed to have stopped. Sure, there were things to suppose to make time pass by faster. There were magazines about the latest diets that didn't work and some strange focus on a woman called Kim. There were other people, of course. He felt them lost in their own thoughts like him.
But he found his thoughts to be crowded. He was lost in the memory of past, the present, and the future. He found that those memories offer him nothing. There was no peace of mind in them.
Just a sense of sadness.
He glanced over at the television hanging on the wall. He tilted his head slightly to see something familiar playing on the screen.
It was one of those westerns that Dean was so fond of.
He remembered the first time that he watched a western. He was still injured from the confrontation and the brothers were recovering from their trip back in time. The brothers decided that it would be a good time to watch a movie. He does not remember how they picked this movie. He looked forward to it.
He believed that it was called Little Big Man. Sam insisted on it because he didn't want to see the one with the monkey. Dean gave Sam a look and expressed that there was nothing wrong with the monkey. This conversation quickly collapse into a contest of brotherly bickering. He was quite confused by the monkey. From he gathered about these westerns, it had a common theme of the conquest of the unknown, saddles, horses, and small dusty towns. The heroes were clearly marked with their white hats and the villains with their black hats.
The good always won and the bad guys always lost. The plot was predictable but he could see its…charm.
But for the awhile, he was confused about the monkey. It was a very uncommon and usual theme in a western.
"No, Dean," Sam said as he threw popcorn at his brother.
"Cas asked!" Dean as he threw the popcorn back at Sam.
"I'm preventing you from causing an angel undue pain."
"It isn't that bad. Honestly, you have seen worse."
"Don't remind me."
"And it is better than your documentaries."
Sam sighed.
"No one makes you watch them, Dean. I clearly remembering your love for Shark Week," Sam said.
"Shark Week is different," Dean argued back.
"No, it isn't."
"Yes, it is. You can't argue against the sharks, Sammy."
"There is nothing wrong with documentaries or sharks," He said.
As much as the conversation was amusing, the brothers could do this all day. He wanted to watch the movie.
Sam smiled at him before turning his attention back to Dean.
"See?" Sam added.
Dean mumbled something about sharks doesn't count. Sam just laughed as they settled in to watch the movie.
He was right. It followed the typical plot of a western. It was enjoyable. Although, he was curious about the monkey which made Dean laughed and Sam groaned to himself.
"Family for Sam Winchester?" A nurse's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and away from the television.
Quickly, he stood to his feet. He glanced over at the screen. He treasured those moment with the brothers.
He must steel his heart for now. He had to make sure that Sam got better. And most of all, he has to prepare himself for the future.
He would have to kill "Dean" even if it is a mask of one. The acting of killing him doesn't hurt any less. He just wished that it was over for his sake and Sam's.
End of Coming from the West
Next Chapter: Dawn of Eve