Regrets collect like old friends

[wingsandwill]

Who: Castiel, Sam Winchester
When: October 9th
Where: Sam's motel room
Summary: Castiel and Sam attempt working out issues and trying to act like adults
Warnings: Mentions of violence

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It wasn't, but Sam was there and the door knob turning was enough to get his attention right away. Never being one to trust that someone at his door wasn't an immediate and potentially terrifying threat, Sam grabbed his gun held it to the door before opening.

Oh. A sigh. It was Castiel.

Sam let his guard down and closed the door to unlatch the chain before reopening it and standing awkwardly aside for Cas to come in if he wanted. He wasn't spending so much time here any more, and it showed to those who would bother to notice, but a guy still needed his space. Especially when your in-the-dark family had arrived and your life was already teetering on the brink of the danger zone. It wasn't very secret, but it was nice to have a place that was just his.

"Hey.."

He couldn't help but feel instantly guilty. Their last conversation had helped a little, but there wasn't any amount of sorry that would make it right.

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"Hello Sam." Castiel stepped into the room, feeling oddly unbothered. Shouldn't he be a little more nervous, or angry, or unsettled? He didn't understand how emotions worked sometimes, not that it was a bad thing in this instance; it made it much easier.

Drifting farther into the room, he glanced back toward Sam again. "I'm surprised you're still here." After all, Dean and Mary were in the city now. He'd tried the motel because it had been worth the shot, but he'd sort of expected Sam to be staying with his family.

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"Yeah, well.." He faltered and closed the door, knowing exactly what Castiel was getting at.

"Things are a little weird right now."

Between his mother making googley eyes at a Startrek character and grilling him about every little life detail, Gabe being a chatter box, and his brother beating the shit out of himself over something he wouldn't talk about, Sam was needing a little break.

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'A little weird.' Even Castiel could understand that; it was that strange of a situation with the three just being here, let alone being from such different points in time. He moved over to the bed that had been his, pulling open the drawer mostly for something to do, though he was a little pleased to see his things were exactly where he'd left them.

Looking over at Sam once again, he did his usual thing of not easing into a subject at all before bringing it up. "What have you told Dean?" About anything, really, but mainly about the most pressing of the issues Dean didn't know about.

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Grace, thy name is Castiel.

"Not much." Sam sighs and unconsciously rubs at a spot on his arm, perching on the foot of his bed and watching the other move about.

"Just what a Greeter would say, seeing he he didn't stick around to meet the welcome wagon when he got here." How could he say anything else? Dean had just gotten out of the pit, there was no way Sam could dump his problems on him, too.

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Always.

He wasn't too surprised by that answer; when he'd spoken to Dean he hadn't seemed to know much of anything. "Mary?" Castiel pulled some things from the drawer and put them into his jacket pocket, except for the gun. He'd leave that where it was for the moment, if just because he still wasn't entirely certain about handling it and the last thing he needed to do was accidentally shoot himself or Sam.

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"No, nothing."

Sam wouldn't blame him for keeping the gun to the side. He'd probably do the same thing if they were in each other's shoes. It'd be easier to grab is things went south.

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Again, not much of a surprise, considering how many questions Mary asked him. "There are some things they should be made aware of." He responded, however, leaning back slightly against the wall and watching Sam carefully. "In particular the issues of vessels in regards to yourself and Dean, and Lucifer and Michael." Since the archangels were both here, and this was relevant.

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Sam nodded with the smallest wince. Right. That. Was a conversation he was not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

"About that. Do you think Michael and Lucifer are going to try to kick off here? Have they said anything?"

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"I don't know. It would be foolish for them to do so." Though that meant little; it was just as foolish to do at home, but for different reasons.

"I have barely spoken to either of them." Not that he minded. Lucifer he wanted to stay far from, and though Michael hadn't done anything to him and the conversation had been very neutral, he was still more than afraid of the archangel and wanted as little contact with him as possible.

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So they were in the same boat, then. Sam paused for a moment, wondering if this was why Castiel had shown up before figuring he'd just come for his stuff and to see if Sam had said anything to his family yet. In any case, it was nice to see him. Unnerving and overcast by shame, but still nice. And as far as talking to Dean and his mom went, the plan was to say as little as possible for as long as possible. Sam had been through a lot in the last six months and he was less than eager to lay it out on the table.

"Hm."

But back to the talk of archangels. It was easy to say that Sam was not happy about Michael showing up. It wasn't like he was happy about Lucifer, either, but at least the guy wasn't possessing his body of his father. From the past. Like ya do. The hadn't spoken yet, but they'd never had a real reason to talk and being here wasn't going to change that.

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Castiel was quiet, still just watching Sam. He knew there were things that couldn't simply be explained for various reasons, both for Sam's sake and for Dean or Mary's, but they did have to know some things, or they would get themselves intro trouble how Dean nearly had done talking to Michael.

And then there was Sam's issue as well, which Castiel had no idea what to do about. They had to find some safe way for him to go through the detoxing process, if there even was as a safe way, and if whatever medication Sam was taking to combat the withdrawal failed before that they had a serious problem. A more serious one than they already did, at least.

"Are you still managing?" He seemed to be, and certainly didn't look anything like he had last time Castiel had seen him, but he asked anyway.

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Sam nodded and cast a glance at his duffle bag.

"I'm fine."

And truth be told, Sam was doing ok all things considered. He still felt like crap and looked little worn down, but that was pretty normal. And he'd made leaps and bounds back up the health ladder since they'd last seen each other. He knew that his luck would eventually run out, but trying to stay positive was the big goal right now. Hopefully they'd figure something out by then. Or just he would, as getting any one else more involved than they already were was low on the awesome list.

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He nodded slightly at that, genuinely glad to hear it. They weren't prepared at all to deal with the alternative yet, after all.

There was silence another few moments, before Castiel spoke suddenly. "I can hear prayers again." He'd discovered it a few nights ago when he'd been caught out in the Darkness after the EMP burst, and the ability had been steadily improving since then. Nothing else had returned--he couldn't fly, he still had to sleep--but it was something.