Rebirth Part 5
Title: Rebirth (part 5)
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Sam/Cas
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 1218
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: There should be none it does take place during season six but I’m making it all up.
Warnings: None
Summary: This is a companion piece to my Return of the Living Dead verse. It answers some questions about what is going on with Cas.
Thank you to moonofblindness for all your help!
Rebirth Part 5
The next morning Cas gets up and gets dressed like nothing happened between them. He goes out for coffee, and Sam spends long moments rubbing his fingers over the aching hand print now a permanent part of his side.
It hurts to touch it; but it makes his heart hurt to stop so he presses in a little harder, and groans at the flare of something hot and wild creeping under his skin. Sam’s always been curious, an explorer, so he takes his time with the dips and valleys of Cas’ fingers and the solid swollen ridge where the palm of his hand sat so firmly last night. Sam’s just deciding that maybe he likes this new scar when there’s a blast of wind from across the room and Cas is standing ruffled and wide eyed by the bathroom.
“Are you trying to torture me?” the angel gasps as he leans slowly back until he thumps against the wall.
“What the hell?” Sam asks as he sits up, and for some sudden reason feels a need to drag the covers up to his chin.
“What you’re doing is devastating,” Cas breathes out while Sam watches him clench and unclench his hands. “You must stop touching the link. It’s too new and the sensations are overwhelming to me.”
“You can feel me touching the scar?” Sam questions and has to actually stop himself from sliding his hand back over it again just to see the angel come apart a little bit more. Something about having just the tiniest bit of control over his normally so reserved friend is tempting; but Sam’s not sure if he could handle the possible consequences.
Cas looks like he’s fighting hard to keep his hands to himself.
“I’m sorry,” Sam whispers instead. “I didn’t know. I’ll try to avoid it.”
“Thank you,” Cas relaxes slightly, and Sam loses track of the conversation for a moment as he watches the angel stretch his long neck and swallow. He has a flash of memory of how that skin tastes and the noises Cas makes when you nip him right there on the side of his neck.
“Sam.” Cas almost whines. “Please.”
Sam locks the bathroom door behind him while he tries scrubbing out his brain as he washes the rest of his body.
*****
They’re more in sync now. Sam can tell it in their form while fighting, and the way the tension between them eases more and more with each passing day. There’s no more touching; no more linking between them, and only once while Cas is stitching a deep gash on Sam’s chest does he ever go near the scar. Even then it’s only the faintest of brushes from the angel’s finger tip that causes a flood of warm feelings to distract Sam from the pain. Sam thinks things are starting to look up.
Then the angels find them.
They appear out of nowhere early one morning and before Sam can shout a warning, Cas is grabbed and suddenly gone from his sight. Sam waits, almost hoping that they would come back and collect him too, but nothing happens, and that’s when he knows his friend is really in trouble.
He searches fruitlessly for twenty four hours and finds nothing. Bobby even helps; and with as much knowledge of the occult that the two of them have together, they end up empty handed. Sam’s has a building headache since Cas disappeared, and by the middle of the next day he’s developed a nose bleed that just won’t stop.
“Cas,” he mutters to himself as the pain steadily increases to the point where tears prick his eyes, and Sam has to lean against the wall of the library to support himself. It becomes blinding, and horrible, and he finally slips his hand up under his shirt to press his hand against the scar Cas put on his side hoping some pressure might ease the pain.
It has the opposite effect and Sam doubles over howling: “CAS, CAS, CAS!!!” There’s a BOOM and Sam finds himself on the floor surrounded by toppled over bookcases and manuals all over the place with an armful of battered shaken angel.
“Sam?” Cas questions weekly before making a sound that Sam can’t identify as a sob or a laugh.
Sam squeezes the angel tightly and presses a kiss to his forehead. “How did you find me?” he questions.
“I didn’t,” Cas looks utterly lost. “You yanked me from my bindings and brought me here. How did you do that?”
“I have no idea,” Sam answers, but the time for them to discuss it is gone as he realizes the angels who took Cas have followed him here.
Cas struggles to his feet but even standing seems like it’s a close thing for him. He has no weapon and his eyes look bright with something like a fever when he whispers to Sam, “Run.”
Sam sees it in his face; Cas thinks this is it. There’s something in the set of his shoulders that makes Sam think of himself in the cemetery right before he jumped in the hole. He knows that feeling better than anyone should.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he growls and grabs the angel’s hand slapping it onto the print on his side as he adds, “And neither are you.”
There’s a flash of light so bright that he’s blinded and when the spots clear Cas is whole and healed and stunned. The library is in shambles and the other angels are burned out husks on the floor.
“What have you done Sam?” Cas gasps.
“It wasn’t just me,” Sam corrects him. “It was us.”
Sam leads the angel from the rubble with a tight grip on Cas’ hand.
*****
That night a state away from where Cas was taken Sam strips the angel down and checks him for wounds even though they both know he won’t find any. Clinical touches turn to gentle caresses, and Sam’s mouth finds it’s way back to the angel’s time and again while Cas groans and sighs while he works to get Sam out of his clothing. They topple to the bed together and Sam hears himself begging, “Don’t leave me, just don’t leave me.” While Cas nods and tugs him closer. It’s just starting to really heat up when Cas jerks and gasps with a distant look on his face.
Sam knows something’s happening that he can’t see. “What is it?” he presses.
“My link with Dean has been severed.” Cas answers. “Someone burned it away.”
“Is Dean alright?” Sam blurts, panic rising in his chest at the thought that something could be hurting his brother and now Sam has no way to find him.
“I don’t know,” Cas whispers sadly. “I’m no longer able to tell.”