denugis said: 12 Sam/Cas or Sam n Cas? Sorry about the stress!
Sam/Castiel – 12 – Awed
(set after 8.21: The Great Escapist)
“Dean, if that’s really a hodag—and that’s a big if—you’re going to have to take iron rounds and, uh. Explosives. Lots of ‘em.”
Sam’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Bunker’s library, surrounded by plain wooden blocks that he’s arranging in an alternating pattern to form a rudimentary tower. Castiel’s sprawled next to him, back against the table, watching, fascinated, as Sam’s deft fingers arrange block after block.
“I know you’re a pyromaniac, Dean, but—” Sam stops for a second as a shudder passes through him. He takes the phone away from his ear and bends over, one hand clutching, white-knuckled, at his knee. Castiel’s hands hover uncertainly over his back, while Dean’s tinny, “Sam! Sam, you there? Goddamn fucking phone—” reverberates impotently.
(a different time. a different plane. castiel is so weak, but sam is weaker, hunched over, broken and re-broken ad infinitum. there’s so much hope when he looks at castiel, but castiel never did handle hope as well as he did tragedy.)
Sam finally resurfaces. He’s bitten his lip bloody, but he’s smiling. There’s blood smeared over his front teeth and old stains on his collar, but he smiles, bright and blinding, and says into the phone, “Sorry about that. Think I lost the signal for a second. Dean, you gotta really know what it is before you start lighting sticks of dynamite; this isn’t a Looney Tunes cartoon.”
Castiel watches as Sam resumes building the tower with the other hand, deft and quick, except for the tiny tremors through his fingers. He laughs into the phone. “Yeah, I know that thing looks like a cartoon, but trust me—”
(trust me, sam, he’d said, and torn sam asunder.)
Now Sam’s run out of blocks: he starts removing them from the base of the tower to add to the top without missing a beat. “Yeah, yeah. What? No—frog, not dog. I—Yes, Dean, I’m aware the ass is very weird, but—”
The tower finally begins to wobble precariously. Sam resolutely reaches for another block near the base, and startles as Castiel reaches out to stop him.
(sam found hope in that tragedy anyway. sam does that.)
“Cas, what are you—”
“I will learn from you, Sam,” Castiel tells him.
The phone lies forgotten in Sam’s hand as he laughs. “To what, play Jenga?”
“Something like that,” Castiel says, smiling, and shifts his grip to still Sam’s trembling fingers in his.
Sam smiles back.