Give me that Angelic Healing (part 1/3)

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(oh man! I actually finished a fic. This was for valyriaa's prompt, which was awesome, and I wish I had done better! <3) (sing the title to the tune of 'sexual feeling' by Marvin Gaye. It flows better)

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Kinks: wing kink, dub con, come play, biting, marking, orgasm denial, bondage, angel sex
Summary: Sam gets turned into an angel. A toppy angel who thinks he owns Dean.

Part 2 part 3

“… and I’m really sorry Sam, but if I had to do it again, I would. I’ll always choose you. Every. Single. Time.”

Dean’s voice was fierce. And Dean’s eyes were fierce. The way he stood, hands balled into fists, chin jutting aggressively forward was fierce. But Sam as Sam looked at him, he didn’t see fierce. He saw small and uncertain. Needy and needing protection.

Sam looked at Dean and thought Mine


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Sam was still angry. Dean knew that. Dean even understood why he was angry. But nothing would make him regret that decision. (Even if a tiny little part of him was a tiny little bit scared that there was something wrong with Sam. Maybe something that reminded him of Sam’s soulless days. But that was a tiny little part of him, a part that was easily ignored. Especially when that tiny little part of him shivered with both fear and anticipation).


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Sam was cranky. He knew that. Hell, everyone in the bunker knew it. He’d been bitching everyone out for days. But he was just so uncomfortable. He’d been avoiding everyone since, as Dean so nicely put it, he should put up or shut up, but spending time by himself wasn’t working. He couldn’t shut his head off. So here he was, with the gang for bunker movie night. Regretting it. His skin hurt. His eyes hurt. Everything and everyone was too loud. Was there a movie louder than Die Hard? Kevin and Dean ignored him, eyes on the screen. Even when they got up to do something (“Toilet break – stop the movie!” “You can quote it word for word, Dean.” “That’s how I know the next bit is good. Pause it, Advanced Placement.”). And they were all giving him a wide berth. Correction: most people were giving him a wide berth. Fucking Castiel...

“Cas. Get your goddamn wing off me.” Sam snapped with words out. Even if the touch had been feather light it would have hurt, but Cas was draping the goddamn thing over his shoulder.

Castiel looked at Sam in surprise. Dean threw a piece of popcorn at Sam, watching as it bounced off Sam’s shoulder.

“No wing there, Sammy boy. Oversensitive Princess, that’s what you are.” Dean popped the next piece of popcorn in his mouth, attention drifting back to the screen. Sam winced as another explosion rocked the room. He had to focus on something else… his eyes drifted to Dean, raising another piece of popcorn. Dean’s lips rounded slightly, pouting until he dropped the popcorn in. With a voluptuous sigh Dean chewed and swallowed, before the tip of his pink tongue peeked out, tracing the edge of his lips, searching for salt… Sam thought he could hear the brush of soft flesh on flesh, could almost feel Dean’s soft tongue tracing down his body… Without even realising it, Sam took a step forward. He wanted – needed – to hold taste Dean now. Pull him up and taste his mouth. Take what he was so obviously offering. Dean was his, and Sam would –

“Actually Dean, Sam was accurate when he described the placement of my wings.”

Despite the lack of volume – or inflection – Cas’s voice managed to draw the eyes of everyone in the room.

“I have noticed that recently Sam appears to have some awareness of things with an angelic nature.”

There was silence.

Kevin spoke first. “Well, that’s bad isn’t it?”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed. “Sam has grace? That fucker that I… that… that rode him, infected him?” Dean paled. It was his fault. Again his fault. All he had to do was look after Sammy, but instead, again Sam was harmed.

“I do not believe that is the only reason, Dean.” Castiel’s calm voice interrupted Dean’s self-flagellation. Castiel frowned slightly. “I believe the method used to heal Sam of Gadreel's presence…” (Dean flinched. He couldn’t help it. He felt responsible. Fuck. He was responsible.) “… Also contributed to Sam’s new awareness. I cannot be sure without further observation, but I believe you are correct, Dean. Sam now has Angelic Grace.”

They could hear the reverence in Castiel’s voice. Kevin and Dean looked at Castiel, but Sam just brushed his shoulder. “Can’t you pull them in, Cas?”

Angelic grace, huh? Sam was no longer furious at the feathery touch. In fact, he now ran a finger down the dark feather touching him. (And Castiel shivered. So the wings were sensitive…) Now that he knew he had grace, it seemed to stroke something in him. Bring comfort. Yes…. Having grace certainly explained things. But Sam was nothing if not a researcher, and Castiel was there…

“So what does this mean, Cas? What else can I do? Am I still me?” The last was said quietly.

Castiel’s brow furrowed thoughtfully. “I am not entirely sure, Sam.” His brow cleared. “I mean about any other skills you may have acquired. Of course you are still yourself. However, with your permission,” and here Castiel ducked his head slightly, looking up at Sam, “I would like to consult Gabriel. My brother is far more knowledgeable than myself regarding such things. I am sure that he could answer some of your questions?”

Sam considered. While he quite liked the trickster he really did not like the thought of someone else in the bunker (home his head told him, no strangers in your home). Maybe it was an effect of the angelic grace, but he has started feeling somewhat protective? Responsible? Of the bunker and its inhabitants. He worried vaguely about Dean, Cas and Kevin. Checking on them regularly. So while Sam really didn’t want someone else here, at the same time he wanted to know what was going on.

He leveled Castiel with a stare. “Gabriel may come. I will meet him in the dining room. He may only speak to you, and me.”

Dean threw more popcorn at Sam. “What the hell, Sammy? I haven’t seen Gabe in a while either. Cas! Tell Gabe I want to talk to him!”

Castiel blinked and vanished. Sam turned and growled at Dean. “Stay in your room Dean. I’m not asking.”

“Whatever, bitch.” Dean went back to watching the movie and eating popcorn. Kevin, sensing another fight, quietly slipped out and went to his room.

Sam frowned at his brother, but followed Kevin. Kevin would be easier to talk to. Then Sam could deal with Dean.


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Kevin took it well.

“So, since Gabriel is coming, you need to stay in your room.” Sam was sure he sounded ridiculous. He was trying to be polite, when all he wanted to do was order Kevin to stay put. But he didn’t want to be too dominant, too repressive. Kevin and he had never had that sort of relationship. They were only bunkermates, but he couldn’t stop himself. There was going to be, not a stranger, but someone who did not belong, in their home, and it was Sam’s right and responsibility to protect their home, and to care for the people who lived there.

Kevin shrugged and went back to translating the tablet. “Sure.”

Sam’s raised his eyebrows. That went well. “Good boy, Kevin” Sam told him warmly. Kevin didn’t even respond.

Dean on the other hand, didn’t take it well.


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“And what if I want to talk to Gabe, huh? It’s been a while since I saw the midget. And he’s a funny guy. Maybe he’ll bring pie. Maybe that’s what missing from your life, Sammy. Pie. Because I can’t think what else could be wrong with you. You’ve been…” Dean searched for words. Sam had been angry. Furious. Filled with rage. Cold. Mean. Distant. And Dean could understand all that. Knew he deserved it. But Sam’s current behaviour was something different. Dean searched for a word that wasn’t controlling, but came up blank. “Controlling?” he offered weakly.

Sam was quite proud of himself. What he wanted to do was to grab Dean, throw him over his shoulder, march him back to his room and lock him in. (But Dean wouldn’t stay there like a good boy. Oh no. Dean would do what he always did - complain loudly and then find a way to escape. So Sam would have to gag him and tie him to the bed. And he would still be there when he got back…) What he actually did was stand there and glare at Dean.

In turn, Dean targeted Sam with a glare. “Is this some weird punishment for Gadreel? The bitching me out, the lack of forgiveness, the ignoring…” (ah Dean, thought Sam. You never could deal with being ignored. But don’t worry. I won’t ignore you for much longer, whispered the little voice. I won’t ever ignore you again. You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine.) “…Ignoring me. I can deal with all that, Sammy. I can. But this? This is crazy! I haven’t left the bunker in weeks, every time I even look at the door you’re on my fucking ass, and now that someone is visiting, you tell me I can’t even leave my fucking room? Fuck, Sam, even Kevin gets out more than me!”

“Hey! Don’t bring me into it,” Kevin called from his room.

Dean scowled. “The point is, you can’t tell me what to do.”

Anger coursed hot and fast through Sam. Dean was being disobedient, defiant. This wasn’t acceptable. Sam stalked towards Dean, and his anger was soothed a little as Dean’s hands went up in supplication, as Dean backed up towards the wall behind him. Something in him purred at Dean’s wide eyed face, tilted up. Something in him growled at the expanse of neck revealed below in him. Something in him flared as he tracked the pink tip of Dean’s tongue tracing his lips with nervousness.

Dean wasn’t quite sure why he was backing away from Sam. This was Sam – Sam who he’s known forever. Who he raised for god’s sake! He doesn’t fear his brother. And it isn’t shame – he still feels guilty, but if that was the cause he would always be slinking back against a wall. So it wasn’t shame causing him to, well, not run (certainly not run) but beat a strategic retreat. Sam’s eyes seemed way too intense, and Dean looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. Which was actually a terrible idea, since Sam’s arms hands slamming down on either side of him, pressing him into the wall, came as something as a shock. And when had he reached the wall anyway?

Dean scowled and shouldered Sam out of the way. He would go to his room (what the fuck? Was he ten years old??), but because he chose too, not because of anything Sammy was doing.

“Whatever, bitch. I’ll talk to Gabriel if I want to.” But he didn’t hang around to hear Sam’s response. Strategic retreat. That was it, a strategic retreat.

It was probably best for Dean’s peace of mind that he didn’t see Sam’s dark expression.


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A hint of movement in the air, followed by the flutter of wings.

Sam turned. “Castiel. Gabriel.”

Silence reigned for a few moments, until Gabriel turned to his Castiel. “So this is what you were talking about. You’re right little bro. It is very strange.”

Sam moved quickly, placing himself between Castiel and Gabriel. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, and looked ready to say something, however Castiel was already speaking.

“I have been wondering if I am responsible for Sam’s current condition. Perhaps I did not remove the grace correctly.”

“Cassy! No! You did the right thing, and you did it in the right way. Not sure what happened, but it wasn’t your fault.”

“It is kind of you to say, Gabriel. But you have witnessed Sam. It isn’t normal.”

“Damn straight, little bro!” Gabriel snapped his fingers, and was suddenly wearing a white coat. And he had a moustache. “We have to talk to the man, Castiel.” Please someone, shoot me now, thought Sam. That was a German accent. “We have to observe him in his natural habitat.”

Sam growled. “Enough. Is this is supposed to be helpful? Acting like I’m not here? Thanks a lot, Cas. Gabriel’s a great help.”

Castiel held out a hand. “I am not sure what Gabriel was just doing…”

“Freud, Cas! How can you still not know any pop references? And that one isn’t even popular!”

Sam growled again, and Gabriel appeared beside him, laying a gentle hand on Sam’s arm, which was promptly removed with a baring of teeth.

Gabriel raised his hands, showing them empty. “Actually Sam, that was very helpful. Castiel and I were speaking in Enochian.”

Sam was momentarily diverted. “Oh interesting. Does that mean I can read it too? That would make some of the research for hunting much easier.”

Gabriel waiting until Sam stopped speaking, and his posture relaxed. “You understand Angel Speak, Samsquatch. You sensed Cas and I before we appeared. I am sure there are probably other things you can do with your new and improved angelic mojo.”

Castiel stepped around Sam. “Gabriel. Please stop.” He laid a warning hand on Gabriel’s forearm. Gabriel sighed, then gave a cocky grin and slung an arm around Castiel. “Sure thing Cassy. We’ll wait til we know what’s going on. No point scaring the – woah!”

Sam snarled (good god, is that all he did now? Growl and snarl?), pulling Castiel behind him. “Do not touch him, Gabriel.”

Gabriel stared at Sam a moment, then burst out laughing. “So that’s the way it is! Are you going to be the lucky one, Cas?”

Castiel was quiescent behind Sam. “I do not believe so, Gabriel. Sam has been showing similar possessive behaviours towards Dean, Kevin and myself. Also towards the impala, the toaster, his father’s journal, and the bunker itself. I do not believe it will progress beyond that.”

Gabriel went to speak then stopped and shrugged his shoulders. “If you say so, Cas. Well, call me if you need anything.”

A flutter of wings and Gabriel was gone.


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“Sam.”

“Sam!”

“Sam?!”

Dean spoke from the doorway. Sam scowled at him. At least he had waited until Gabriel left. But they were going to have to work on Dean’s obedience…


“Why are you holding Cas?” Dean’s eyes flickered between the two men. “… Did I miss something? Should I offer my congratulations?”

“I do not believe congratulations are necessary, Dean.” Castiel’s voice was untroubled, and something appeared to relax in Dean. For some reason Sam didn’t like it. He should be the one soothing Dean. “It was, however, a very enlightening conversation. Gabriel…”

“Don’t say his name!” Sam spat the words.

“Uh, Sam? What’s wrong with saying Gabriel?” Sam gave no response, so Dean decided to ignore his brothers’ odd behaviour. Turning to Castiel with a shrug, he continued as if Sam wasn’t there. Sam didn’t like that. “I’m sorry I missed Gabriel. I was really looking forward to it. What's the Gabester been up to recently? That Gabriel... always such a laugh!”

"Dean!" Sam was willing to put up with only so much.

“I am sure Gab– he will be very surprised to hear that.” Castiel's response was cautious. As always, he was caught between two brothers.

“What?! I’ve always had a soft spot for Gabriel! I would have been here earlier, but someone put a dresser in front of my door, and it wasn't easy to shift it. So tell me Sam, why was there a dresser in front of my door?”

“To keep you in there," Sam replied testily. "If you'd done what I told you Dean – and stayed put – then you wouldn’t have known it was there. Obviously I did the right thing. I told you not to leave your room.” Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “I was going to move it as soon as Gabriel left.” Even mentioning the angels name left a bad taste in Sam’s mouth. Feeling edgy, he dropped Castiels' arm, and stalked towards Dean. He gripped Dean’s arms this time, pulling him up onto his toes, til they were nose to nose. “Why do you want to talk to Gabriel so badly anyway, Dean? There is nothing you need to say to him and nothing he needs to say to you. If you have any questions, come to me. Do you understand?” With a small shake to emphasise his point, Sam released Dean, leveling one more admonishing glare before stalking out of the room.

“What’s his problem anyway?” Dean asked Castiel. “He’s getting weirder and weirder. At first I thought he was just mad at me, but… well, not just mad,” Dean interrupted himself. “Furiously pissed off. With good reason I guess. No, I know, I know it was good reason. But he stayed mad for so long, and he’s still mad, but a different mad. Maybe he’s crazy? Which is a difficult call to make, given the life we live…”

“Dean. You’re babbling.”

“Right. Thanks, Cas. The point is I thought he was mad at me, but when he's made at me, he ignores me. Or leaves. When he's really angry he leaves. And he isn’t leaving. Or ignoring me. In fact, he’s being a bossy little bitch. Any idea why?

Dean looked hopefully at Castiel.

“Yes, Dean. Many.”

Dean waited. And waited. “I don’t suppose you’d like to share your ideas with the class, Cas?”

Castiel looked confused. “Dean, there is no class. And were we in a class, I don’t believe you would listen to me. You seem to have some issues with authority, thus making conventional learning something of a challenge. Now if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

And Castiel disappeared.

“Goddamn it, Cas! I hate it when you do that!”


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Sam jealously guarded everyone and everything in bunker. While the toaster was special (Dean had tried moving it, to see if it got a reaction - it did), most of Sam’s attention was focused on Dean. Right where Dean didn’t want it. Sam would enter a room, eyeball Dean, back him against a wall, and make demands. Demands that were, in Dean’s opinion, ridiculous.

“It’s getting worse, Cas!” Dean slammed about the kitchen, venting his frustration on both the toaster and the stoic angel. “Last week he tells me I have to stay in my room – what am I? A fucking child? And when I dared – his words Cas – dared to defy him, he marched me into the kitchen, pushed me onto a chair, and told me I had better not move. And I swear Cas, he has some weird powers, and fucked if I know what they are! He’s now had angels and demons in him. But it’s like he can read my mind, because every time I even thought about moving, he would magically appear from wherever he was doing whatever the fuck he wanted, so he could push me down again!” Dean took a breath. “I can’t even breathe without him checking on me. I don’t even understand what his problem is. And despite the fact that I hate touchy feely moment,” and Dean couldn’t repress a shudder of revulsion, “I asked him, actually asked him what the problem was, if he was okay, and he growled at me. He fucking growled at me! I don’t even know what to say anymore!” Dean stopped again to shake his head.

Castiel observed the hunter. He really did appear lost for words.

Dean started pacing again, railing against the unfairness that was Sam Winchester. The damn controlling nature of the man, the way he wouldn’t listen to any disagreement, the way he manhandled Dean if he didn’t do what Sam wanted, quickly enough.

Dean, who had been pacing round the kitchen, ended up beside Castiel. In an exuberant motion, he threw an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close.

“Thank goodness you haven’t changed, Cas! At least there is one other sane person here. I don’t know what I’d do if you went all crazy!”

Dean slumped against Castiel, whose shoulders tensed slightly, but when he spoke his voice was steady enough. “I think it’s best if you remove your arm, Dean.”

Dean’s arm tightened in response. Castiel sighed to himself. Winchesters! Each was as stubborn as the other.

“What’s the problem, Cas? Something wrong? Is it me? Is that why you and Sam are doing this? Acting so strange?” Dean gave a self-deprecating laugh. “And just when I was saying how normal you were. How’s that for timing, Cas?”

Castiel didn’t respond, hoping that Dean would just… let go, let off steam by pacing around the kitchen as he normally did. Dean’s arm, however, tightened, pulling the angel closer.

“There is nothing wrong with you Dean,” Castiel attempted to explain, but then stopped. He wasn’t actually ready to reveal anything else. “There’s nothing wrong with you,“ he repeated firmly.

“Well then why would you…”

A growl interrupted him, and next thing Dean knew Sam’s hands were firmly clasping his waist, removing him from Castiel’s side. Sam held him in place for a moment before placing himself bodily between Dean and Castiel. Sam kept a firm hold of Dean’s wrist, and though he struggled, Dean was unable to easily shake it off. Either Sam had gotten stronger, or Dean had gotten weaker, as there was no way Sam was going to let go without a fight. Dean huffed in annoyance, and poked his brother in the back, but Sam wasn’t paying him any attention.

“Sam it’s me. It’s Castiel.” Castiel was speaking slowly and firmly, as Sam glowered and growled though a slight frown marred his brow. “It’s Castiel, Sam. I am part of your flock. It’s ok, Sam. Everything is ok.”

“No! No it’s really not ok!” interjected Dean. “What the fuck, man?” He finally managed to shake Sam’s hand off and quickly moved away. (Well, Sam let him go, but he would ignore that for the moment). “What is your fucking problem?”

Dean rounded Sam’s body, instinctively aligning himself beside Castiel. Castiel sighed to himself once more. He just didn’t understand how Dean, a lauded hunter, who had lead an extremely dangerous life, had even managed to survive. The main had the survival instincts of a dodo.

“Dean…”

Sam, who had been calmer, instantly turned on Castiel, snarling. “Don’t say his name! Dean is mine!” He reached forward, once more pulling Dean to him. This time Dean face planted in Sam’s chest. Sam’s arms immediately went around him, trapping him close. “Do. Not. Move.” He ordered.

Castiel stayed still. While he hoped that Dean would listen this time, he was unsurprised to see the man wriggle and push against the arms trapping him. “Fuck off Sam!” Dean’s voice was somewhat muffled by Sam’s chest. “The only time you speak to me is to tell me what to do. And you know what?. Fuck that. That’s fine. If this is some crazy way of kicking me out,” (it took all of Castiel’s not insignificant will power to not roll his eyes) “then fine it worked. It would have been easier to just say something, Sam!” Dean pushed against Sam again. Sam was surprised enough that Dean could scrabble out of his hold. Brushing down his shirt, Dean turned to Castiel. “Cas. Let’s go.”

The silence was deafening. Dean, Castiel decided, didn’t even have survival instincts.


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“C’mon, Cas! Help me out here!” Dean began struggling against Sam again.

For Sam, the world seemed to narrow in focus. All he could see was the top of Deans’ head. All he could feel was Dean’s body pressed against his. And all he could hear was Dean asking Cas to leave with him.

Sam didn’t even realise he was growling until Deans’ body went still against him. “Sam?”

Sam couldn’t even speak. His body hurt and his head was a mess of red emotion, filled with Dean and Protect and Mine.

“Cas!”

“Dean, I really think you should…”

Castiel’s response was interrupted by the arrival of Gabriel. Gabriel, in turn, immediately took stock of the situation.

“Dean! Kiddo! You should really learn to keep your mouth shut.”

Dean managed to turn his head towards Gabriel, thankful for something else to focus his anger on. “So nice of you to turn up,” Dean attempted to sneer. In reality his voice was somewhat muffled and he slobbered on Sam’s shirt. Serves him right, thought Dean.

Dean wallowed in his pettiness until he took actually felt what was going on.

“Fuck Sam! Stop that!!!”

Sam looked down at his brother, hand moving to grab his hair, and tilt his head back. “Stop what Dean? This?” Staring Dean straight into Dean’s eyes Sam ground his erection against Dean’s soft cock. Dean, predictably, freaked out.

“What the fuck, Sam?? Get off me!” Dean pushed Sam as hard as he could. Caught by surprise Sam’s hold slipped, and Dean backed away, before turning and reaching for Castiel. “Cas!”

Castiel and Gabriel groaned in unison, the sound overshadowed by Sam. Quick arms pulled Dean back, pulling him straight back until his back hit Sam’s chest. Strong arms easily subdued his struggles, until he sagged rather pathetically.

Sam’s thigh parted Dean’s legs, and he pulled even further back, the hard outline of Sam’s cock digging into Dean’s ass. “You are mine, Dean.” The words were spoken straight in Dean’s ear, and he couldn’t prevent the shiver that the words created, the jerk of interest his cock gave. Son of a bitch! Even his body was a traitor! “You are mine! I will protect you! From now on you will not approach or speak to anyone else. Do you understand?”

Dean manfully ignored Sam. Fuck! He was so sick of manhandled. Sam wasn’t having any of it. He shook Dean, repeating “Do you understand?”

Dean inclined his head. He understood, he just didn’t agree.

“And as for you,” Sam spat at the angels. “Do you understand? Dean is mine. You will not have him. Leave and don’t come back.”

Dean’s head shot up. “Sammy! No! We all stay here. Well, not Gabe – ” “Thanks Deano,” the archangel snorted. “But you, me, Cas, Kevin…”

Dean’s voice trailed off as Sam pushed him behind him again. Again! What was he? A fucking pansy?

Sam glared at the angels. “Are you going to challenge me?”

Castiel’s hands went up in supplication. “I do not wish to challenge you Sam.”

(“Cas!” Dean spluttered, betrayed. “Shut up, Dean!” Gabriel hissed.)

“We will not harm your mate, Sam.” Castiel was speaking slowly and clearly. “Please remember we are friends – flock – we will not come between you and yours.”

Sam stilled. Apparently he was listening, although his posture remained aggressive. His shoulders moved and shifted, as he attempted to get more comfortable. The angrier he got, the more pain rippled through his body. He could feel all eyes in the room on him, which relaxed him – the angels looking at him, not Dean (mine, mate) and Dean was looking him (see how strong I am, see how I protect you?). He allowed his breathing to slow, attempting to control the pain in his body and the red fog in his mind. Behind him, he heard Dean’s breath and the sound of footsteps. Sam spun ready to stop his brother from approaching the angels.

“Dean! Stay there!” Why couldn’t Dean just behave? Sam’s brows came together in a frightful frown, but Dean wasn’t escaping to Castiel (enemy! the little voice in head told him), but walking directly to Sam. Dean grabbed his shoulder, roughly turning him around, before light fingers came up to touch his shoulder blades.

“Sammy!” Dean’s breath stuttered again, and Dean’s ran gentle fingers paused. Sam was caught between wanting to lean into it (finally Dean was touching him!) and wanting to pull away (fuck, that hurt! What was Dean doing?)

Dean in turn, was staring at the fresh red marks rapidly spreading along Sam’s shirt.

“Sammy! Your shoulders! You’re bleeding! What happened?”

At Dean’s words the angels moved towards Sam, but Sam roared at them. “Stay back!” As Sam’s anger peaked, so too did the pain in his shoulders. He threw back his head, howling in pain, as the red clouding his head seemed to move down into his body, focussing on his back. The feeling of a knife ripping through flesh grew until unable to stand it, Sam fell to his knees. The jagged cuts in his seemed to pulse with his heartbeat, each beat seeming to push his skin outwards. Dean fell with him, running hands over his arms, across his chest, not touching yet wanting to touch… Sam was out of his head with pain, his howling gaining in volume and strength.

The two angels winced slightly. Trust a Winchester to be loud. Castiel made a move towards to two mean, laying on the floor, but aborted the movement at a slight headshake from Gabriel. Castiel nodded, and neatly folded his hands in front of himself. Waiting.

Soon enough the noise stop, and Sam slipped to floor, unconscious.

“Oof!” commented Gabriel. Right on top of Dean. “How does it feel to under the Samsquatch, Dean?” Dean glowered and Gabriel laughed to himself. “Better get used to it kiddo.”

Before Dean could demand to know what Gabriel meant, Castiel and Gabriel were at his side, lifting Sam. Turning him.

“Well, well, well, little bro. Looks like you were right.” With a click of his fingers Sam’s shirt vanished, and Dean was staring at the ragged, bleeding gashes marring Sam’s back. Before his eyes the appeared to spread longer, deeper. Filled with uncertainty and fear, he channelled the feelings into anger, turning on Castiel.

“You knew? You knew?! What the hell, Cas! Just… just tell me. What… what’s happening to Sam.” Dean reached forward to place a hand on his brother, just wanting to touch him, soothe him. Even in his unconscious state Sam was whining and writing with pain.

Gabriel and Castiel exchanged speaking looks. It made sense to tell Dean. He would know soon anyway, so there was no point in hiding the truth. Gabriel went to answer, but at that moment Sam through his head back and screamed with pain and fury. The sound reverberated through the bunker. Dean fell to his knees as his vision blurred, covering his ears as the sounds grew higher and louder. Dean shut his eyes, as he felt blood drip from his nose, the pressure too much. At the back of his mind piercing sound reminded him of something, but his mind was too busy being in pain to find the answer. Dean felt himself sinking lower and lower, until strong arms caught him, there was a light touch to his forehead. Then everything went blessedly blank.


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Castiel knelt on the floor, his arms cradling Dean.

Gabriel looked as if he was wanted to say something – that wasn’t unusual. The fact that he was thinking about it was. “Sam’s not going to like that,” he finally informed Castiel, eyes serious.

Castiel’s arms tightened around the unconscious man. “Regardless of Sam’s claim, Dean is still my charge. He always will be. Regardless of what does and does not happen with Sam, Dean and I share a profound bond. Not even a mating bond nullify this.” If Gabriel wasn’t mistaken, the other angel looked slightly smug…

“I will always help Dean when he is in need. Always.” Castiel’s arms tightened further, and Gabriel felt the flare of possessive grace that moved through the room.

Gabriel dropped the matter, heaving a big sigh. He looked at Dean out of the corner of his eye, and demanded to the room at large “Why do things have to be so complicated with that kiddo??”



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