FILL: Someone to Watch Over Me 3/? Sam/Cas (eventual NC-17)queerly_it_isMay 15 2012, 01:17:51 UTC
Part 3
On the day preceding the one that human’s have incorrectly labelled as the birth of Christ; Dean Winchester tells his brother that his father is a superhero; after Samuel finds the book his father keeps detailing his life as a hunter. Samuel listens; in awe and dread and anger, as Dean explains the nature of a world filled with monsters.
Castiel notes the fear of loss, and the resentment at being deceived and abandoned; as they take a deeper hold inside of Samuel. He sees the disapproval and condemnations for his father begin to sprout; like the seeds of a mighty oak.
He cannot interfere.
He observes as Samuel gifts Dean with an amulet meant for his father. His interest is piqued by the intensity of the Blessing singing to him from the metal. He knows this amulet; knows it the way he knows the Sacred Chalice, or the Crown of Thorns, or the tablets that bear the Word; something pure and ancient - Holy; like the angels themselves.
He watches Dean hang the amulet around his neck with an oddly fitting - if unintentional - look of reverence, and feels something analogous to approval radiate from Heaven.
In 1996; Castiel watches as Dean and Samuel set fire to an empty field with a box of fireworks. Despite the danger as the flames spread across grass and trees; they are laughing. The bond between them is immeasurably strong, as it was between Michael and Lucifer before the rebellion. He fails to understand the need to divide brothers to serve brothers already divided. It is not his place to question his Father‘s plan.
He cannot interfere.
When Dean is sixteen-years-old, he kills his first monster; and finds acceptance in his purpose. He stands in a wood, next to his father, watching the carcass of a Wendigo as it‘s destroyed by flames. John places a hand on his shoulder and tells him he isn’t a boy anymore. Castiel cannot help but think he never was.
Samuel is sitting alone in their car, and Castiel’s focus is divided between them, as it so often is, of late. Dean’s mind is flitting quickly over images of suburban homes and lives that are not his own, and Castiel can feel him letting go of them. Samuel’s mind is a sharply-focused contrast of possibilities, half-formed plans and seething resentment at being both dragged along and left behind.
Samuel joins his father and brother on a hunt for the first time at the age of fourteen. Castiel remains unseen and intangible, as the Winchesters move ruthlessly in pursuit of a werewolf. Castiel feels the tormented soul of the creature; the howl of Purgatory that screams from it. He watches as they silently herd it into a clearing; John and Dean feigning attack again and again to keep the former human off-balance long enough for Samuel to make the kill.
He is two years younger than Dean was.
Samuel doesn’t sleep that night; the bitter note of guilt at killing something rises from him, discordantly mixing with resentment and the ever-present anger fuelled by his demonic heritage. Again, Castiel feels what can only be sympathy for this boy; this child of destiny his brothers speak of with disdain.
On the day preceding the one that human’s have incorrectly labelled as the birth of Christ; Dean Winchester tells his brother that his father is a superhero; after Samuel finds the book his father keeps detailing his life as a hunter. Samuel listens; in awe and dread and anger, as Dean explains the nature of a world filled with monsters.
Castiel notes the fear of loss, and the resentment at being deceived and abandoned; as they take a deeper hold inside of Samuel. He sees the disapproval and condemnations for his father begin to sprout; like the seeds of a mighty oak.
He cannot interfere.
He observes as Samuel gifts Dean with an amulet meant for his father. His interest is piqued by the intensity of the Blessing singing to him from the metal. He knows this amulet; knows it the way he knows the Sacred Chalice, or the Crown of Thorns, or the tablets that bear the Word; something pure and ancient - Holy; like the angels themselves.
He watches Dean hang the amulet around his neck with an oddly fitting - if unintentional - look of reverence, and feels something analogous to approval radiate from Heaven.
In 1996; Castiel watches as Dean and Samuel set fire to an empty field with a box of fireworks. Despite the danger as the flames spread across grass and trees; they are laughing. The bond between them is immeasurably strong, as it was between Michael and Lucifer before the rebellion. He fails to understand the need to divide brothers to serve brothers already divided. It is not his place to question his Father‘s plan.
He cannot interfere.
When Dean is sixteen-years-old, he kills his first monster; and finds acceptance in his purpose. He stands in a wood, next to his father, watching the carcass of a Wendigo as it‘s destroyed by flames. John places a hand on his shoulder and tells him he isn’t a boy anymore. Castiel cannot help but think he never was.
Samuel is sitting alone in their car, and Castiel’s focus is divided between them, as it so often is, of late. Dean’s mind is flitting quickly over images of suburban homes and lives that are not his own, and Castiel can feel him letting go of them. Samuel’s mind is a sharply-focused contrast of possibilities, half-formed plans and seething resentment at being both dragged along and left behind.
Samuel joins his father and brother on a hunt for the first time at the age of fourteen. Castiel remains unseen and intangible, as the Winchesters move ruthlessly in pursuit of a werewolf. Castiel feels the tormented soul of the creature; the howl of Purgatory that screams from it. He watches as they silently herd it into a clearing; John and Dean feigning attack again and again to keep the former human off-balance long enough for Samuel to make the kill.
He is two years younger than Dean was.
Samuel doesn’t sleep that night; the bitter note of guilt at killing something rises from him, discordantly mixing with resentment and the ever-present anger fuelled by his demonic heritage. Again, Castiel feels what can only be sympathy for this boy; this child of destiny his brothers speak of with disdain.
He cannot interfere.
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WOW. Wee!Sam in a nutshell right there.
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I'm still working on this 'verse, I now actually have time to devote to writing again, so hopefully I can get it finished =D
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