The Reconstruction of Rome: Wishing are Like Stars
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Sam wished that Cas was here.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Sam coughed as the smoke fill his lungs. He coughed again and stumbled toward the door…hopefully, where the door was. He could barely make out anything in the smoke fill room. He didn't panic. It was a smoke bomb. There was no fire nearby. He didn't have another source to deal with. The purpose of the bomb was to distract, keep him busy, and most of all, delay him from getting outside. He felt years of experience and those elementary fire drills and hunts starting to kick in. His body started to lower toward the floor. His fingers brushed against the hardwood floor. His mind was already trying to figure out where the exits.
To your left, there is an exit near the stage. There is a possible exit through the window.
Hmm…it was a possible. They could attack him no matter what exit he took. The door was probably the best bet. He didn't think that he was the target. Dean was. He had to go after Dean. He was definitely ahead of him since…
He coughed.
He shouldn't focus on that. He needed to get to Dean now. He didn't have time to think about what Dean was doing and what he has been doing. He needed to get his brother back to the bunker. He needed to start gathering ingredients for the cure.
He needed to get his head in the game.
He wished that Cas was here.
He knew that he was coming to the bunker Cas couldn't do much since he was sick. God, he needed to look through the books again. He had some leads on that front too. He didn't want to bring up the suggestion of Cas using someone else's grace. It was a temporary solution at best but it would buy the time.
He almost wanted to laugh. He knew Cas's answer before he did.
He was going to say no. He didn't want to hurt his brothers and sisters.
He knew how Cas felt.
While Cas wasn't a Winchester, he was family. His entire family was so damn stubborn. He should know.
Another part wished that Cas wasn't coming. .
He could tell by his voice over the phone that the news broke something within his friend. He knew that Cas and his brother's friendship was different than theirs. A part of him wanted to protect Cas from the sight of Dean.
But a bigger part of him still wished that Cas was here.
It would be nice for him to be here. Not to face Dean alone. His presence kept him grounded the months that Dean was running around as demon. He is forever graceful for it. Sure, he would love to a super powered Cas to burst in, clean out all of the smoke, and grab Dean. They would disappear into the bunker and cure Dean. It would easy.
Instead of laughing, there was coughing.
Easy wasn't his life at all.
He stumbled out the building to see Dean fighting…more like beating crap out of Travis.
His hand reached and pressed against the wood frame. He felt himself cough again.
He wished Cas was here.
But he also knew better. Wishes were like stars…pretty and unreachable.
He guess that is why he was a Winchester….to do the impossible.
It was time to get his brother back.
End of Wishes Are Like Stars
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