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eachdraidhean) wrote2022-06-19 11:54 pm
eachdraidhean) wrote2022-06-19 11:54 pm
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Always My Guide Chapter Five
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A few days later, Sam wakes up, instantly aware that there’s an angel close as he can see clear across the room.
“Sam.” Castiel’s voice is almost a whisper.
Sam follows him downstairs, not waking Dean.
“Everything alright? You can just use the phone, you know.”
“This is something that needed to be said in person. Needed to be offered in person.”
“Offered? What do you mean?”
“The demon blood left a stain on your soul. Every time you used it, it burned some of it away. When you were able to hold Uriel back, and saved me, it burned away most of what was left. I believe that is what is causing your blindness and if you can burn the last of it away, it would restore your sight.”
Sam nods. It’s a lot to take in.
“So I have to find another rogue angel to go up against?”
“No, you can use me.”
“Use you? No! What if, what if I hurt you?” Sam backs away.
“I can, as Dean might say, take it. You cannot kill me, Sam, and I want to help if I can. You and Dean, you helped me see my path, helped me to do what was right, and I want to return the favor, help you to see clearly again.”
“Now?”
Castiel nodded.
“So I just attack you?”
“Remember how it felt to hold Uriel back and channel your energies in the same way.”
Sam nods and holds out his hand. He closes his eyes and focusses, remembering how angry he’d been that day, at the way they’d been manipulated into almost setting Lucifer free. He takes that anger, forces it outwards, throwing everything he has at Castiel, every last drop of power left in him until he's screaming as his assault continues, and with one last effort, he slams the angel backwards as power erupts from every pore, tearing him apart …
… then he’s back, on his knees on the floor, utterly exhausted, tears streaming down his face. He reaches up with a shaky hand to wipe them away and looks up.
Sam takes in the figure in front of him. No longer bright and glowing, and definitely no wings, he’s an almost unassuming, dark haired man in a trench coat, but his eyes are a vivid shade of blue, almost glowing with an intensity as he stares back at Sam and smiles.
“Hello Sam.”
“Castiel?” Sam takes hold of the offered hand and Castiel helps him to his feet as Dean comes crashing into the room, Bobby not far behind.
“What the hell Cas? Sam? You okay?”
“More than okay.”
Sam looks at his brother, and smiles. It takes a moment for Dean to realize that Sam can see him, really see him, and he pulls him into a crushing hug, nodding his thanks to Castiel over his shoulder.
Castiel smiles at them then leaves, leaving the three hunters to celebrate.
Epilogue
A few days later, Sam wakes up, instantly aware that there’s an angel close as he can see clear across the room.
“Sam.” Castiel’s voice is almost a whisper.
Sam follows him downstairs, not waking Dean.
“Everything alright? You can just use the phone, you know.”
“This is something that needed to be said in person. Needed to be offered in person.”
“Offered? What do you mean?”
“The demon blood left a stain on your soul. Every time you used it, it burned some of it away. When you were able to hold Uriel back, and saved me, it burned away most of what was left. I believe that is what is causing your blindness and if you can burn the last of it away, it would restore your sight.”
Sam nods. It’s a lot to take in.
“So I have to find another rogue angel to go up against?”
“No, you can use me.”
“Use you? No! What if, what if I hurt you?” Sam backs away.
“I can, as Dean might say, take it. You cannot kill me, Sam, and I want to help if I can. You and Dean, you helped me see my path, helped me to do what was right, and I want to return the favor, help you to see clearly again.”
“Now?”
Castiel nodded.
“So I just attack you?”
“Remember how it felt to hold Uriel back and channel your energies in the same way.”
Sam nods and holds out his hand. He closes his eyes and focusses, remembering how angry he’d been that day, at the way they’d been manipulated into almost setting Lucifer free. He takes that anger, forces it outwards, throwing everything he has at Castiel, every last drop of power left in him until he's screaming as his assault continues, and with one last effort, he slams the angel backwards as power erupts from every pore, tearing him apart …
… then he’s back, on his knees on the floor, utterly exhausted, tears streaming down his face. He reaches up with a shaky hand to wipe them away and looks up.
Sam takes in the figure in front of him. No longer bright and glowing, and definitely no wings, he’s an almost unassuming, dark haired man in a trench coat, but his eyes are a vivid shade of blue, almost glowing with an intensity as he stares back at Sam and smiles.
“Hello Sam.”
“Castiel?” Sam takes hold of the offered hand and Castiel helps him to his feet as Dean comes crashing into the room, Bobby not far behind.
“What the hell Cas? Sam? You okay?”
“More than okay.”
Sam looks at his brother, and smiles. It takes a moment for Dean to realize that Sam can see him, really see him, and he pulls him into a crushing hug, nodding his thanks to Castiel over his shoulder.
Castiel smiles at them then leaves, leaving the three hunters to celebrate.
Epilogue