To Fix It
Title: To Fix It
Characters/Paring: Castiel, Sam, Dean
Rating: Same as the show
Spoilers: Coda to 7.17
Warnings: none
Word Count: 291
Summary: Castiel will devote the rest of his life to fixing what he broke.
Notes: A "what if" alternate ending to 7.17. It's the sort of thing I'd love to be the start of a longer fic, but plot fails me in this direction.
This was on a loop while I wrote it: that music from 7.17
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Castiel draws back his hand from Sam’s forehead, and Sam immediately falls unconscious.
“What happened? Is he ok?” Dean snaps out the words, veiled threat and thinly covered anger awash in concern for his brother. Castiel is not surprised at the lack of trust, what faith Dean had in him is long destroyed.
“The wall is repaired. He’s sleeping.” Castiel responds. He raises his eyes to take in his old friend. Dean has his hands on Sam’s shoulders, gaze pinned on his healing sibling. For a short while Castiel can look and not fear meeting those intense green eyes.
It will be an easy thing to heal Sam physically, to restore his body to a fully rested state. It will take just another touch, but Castiel pauses. This will be his last chance. Dean was right, he can’t just run away, but healing Sam is only the first step in atoning for his sins.
“You were right,” he keeps his tone neutral, though he nearly stalls when Dean’s head snaps up. “I thought I was saving the world, but I was a fool.”
He places two fingers on Sam’s arm, healing the fragile human body with the lightest touch of grace. Funny how it is now, after all this time, that he finally understands Sam Winchester. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, after all.
Dean’s silence is expected, and welcome. There is nothing he can say.
Sam’s eyes flutter open, as if waking from a full night of sleep.
“I’m so sorry, Sam.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, simply flaps his wings and soars away.
He deserves forgiveness less than he deserves life, but since he is alive he must do what he can to fix it.
Characters/Paring: Castiel, Sam, Dean
Rating: Same as the show
Spoilers: Coda to 7.17
Warnings: none
Word Count: 291
Summary: Castiel will devote the rest of his life to fixing what he broke.
Notes: A "what if" alternate ending to 7.17. It's the sort of thing I'd love to be the start of a longer fic, but plot fails me in this direction.
This was on a loop while I wrote it: that music from 7.17
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Castiel draws back his hand from Sam’s forehead, and Sam immediately falls unconscious.
“What happened? Is he ok?” Dean snaps out the words, veiled threat and thinly covered anger awash in concern for his brother. Castiel is not surprised at the lack of trust, what faith Dean had in him is long destroyed.
“The wall is repaired. He’s sleeping.” Castiel responds. He raises his eyes to take in his old friend. Dean has his hands on Sam’s shoulders, gaze pinned on his healing sibling. For a short while Castiel can look and not fear meeting those intense green eyes.
It will be an easy thing to heal Sam physically, to restore his body to a fully rested state. It will take just another touch, but Castiel pauses. This will be his last chance. Dean was right, he can’t just run away, but healing Sam is only the first step in atoning for his sins.
“You were right,” he keeps his tone neutral, though he nearly stalls when Dean’s head snaps up. “I thought I was saving the world, but I was a fool.”
He places two fingers on Sam’s arm, healing the fragile human body with the lightest touch of grace. Funny how it is now, after all this time, that he finally understands Sam Winchester. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, after all.
Dean’s silence is expected, and welcome. There is nothing he can say.
Sam’s eyes flutter open, as if waking from a full night of sleep.
“I’m so sorry, Sam.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, simply flaps his wings and soars away.
He deserves forgiveness less than he deserves life, but since he is alive he must do what he can to fix it.