response to Supernatural 5.1

[tigriswolf]

He’s in his old room in his old house in Lawrence.  Watching Mom tuck him into bed, kiss his forehead, tell him angels are watching over him.

 

“Hello, Dean,” he hears and turns, sees Castiel’s vessel, eyes blue and bright.

 

“You’re not Castiel,” he says quietly.

 

The vessel, Jimmy, smiles. “I am,” he replies solemnly. “And yet I am not.”

 

Dean sighs and laughs mirthlessly, nodding his head. “You’ve been missed,” he says, “You utter bastard.”

 

“I am sorry,” notCastiel murmurs, stepping closer, expression earnest. “I was… distracted.”

 

He gently, moth-soft, rests his hand against Dean’s cheek. “But I have returned,” he says, skin and breath warm. “Have faith, Dean. Have faith and awaken rested, knowing that you are cradled in the palm of the Lord.”

 

Dean jerks, sitting up on his bed, looking over at Sam. He breathes deeply, feeling like he actually got a good night’s rest for the first time since… before Cold Oak.  Damn, but it’s been a hard couple’a years.

 

Sam’s wide awake, of course, still replaying everything, still wracking that big brain of his for any way out.

 

“I should’a told you this,” Dean says quietly, not looking at Sam. “But it’s not your fault.” He takes a deep, slow breath. “I broke the first Seal, Sammy. You couldn’t have let Lucifer out if I hadn’t, so…”

 

“I know,” Sam says back just as quietly. “Me, too.”

 

Angels are watching over you, Mom had told him every night of his life. Angels are watching over you.

 

He closes his eyes and actually prays, asking God to keep his brother safe.  

 

When he dreams again, he’s fishing at a small lake, Sam by his side, and the sun is high in the sky.

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[tigriswolf]

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