"Redemption" (2/14)
Title: "Redemption" (2/14)
Author: platysseus
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 overall [some chapters are just PG]
Word Count: 630
Spoilers?: Up to 4x17 [it's set between 4x16 & 4x18]
Characters: Sam, Castiel & ... ;)
Disclaimer: Supernatural & all its characters belong to Eric Kripke.
Notes: Please read chapters in order. ;) Please comment; my muse loves feedback. :)
Summary: One part of Dean's new test is revealed...
Chapter One
He’d gone to the mall to boost or enhance the supply of food in their motel room. After being seemingly purified when he was pulled out of Hell, Dean was adamant that he needed to re-establish the unhealthy state of his teeth. Sam just rolled his eyes and exited the room with the intention of buying fruit along with the pie and M&Ms.
Yet when walking along the street with two bags full of groceries, Sam suddenly felt as if he was being watched. It certainly wasn’t a new feeling but, considering he and Dean were yet to make themselves known in this town via one of their information-retrieving guises, Sam did not like the prospect of coming face to face with anyone who might pose a threat. Plus he really didn’t want to waste money on squashed oranges.
Relief soon came when he noticed the slightly familiar beige coat in the distance. Dean had told him the sight of that coat would give him the fight or flight instincts. Sam was now experiencing the same question; though he couldn’t be sure if Castiel had already seen him. Sam was intrigued, though, by the way Castiel was conducting himself as he walked through the crowd, and it was this awestruck observance that ceased Sam’s indecision.
He stepped forward, shopping bags knocking against his knees, and moved in front of Castiel as the angel moved his right arm backwards. Sam noticed that he was holding something; a small white something.
“Good afternoon, Sam.” Castiel smiled, his arm still poised as if to throw what was in his hand. “I can make this move over or around you, but that would require some explanation to the townsfolk. Please step aside.”
Sam’s mouth gaped, looked at the metal garbage bin behind him, and then he did as Castiel said. The beige-coated man cast the small white object into the air but missed his target by a few inches. Sam’s eyebrows rose as his mouth closed. Castiel appeared disappointed, but soon directed his attention to the woman sitting on the bench nearby, “Sam? Would you mi-”
Sam immediately moved to pick up the... wet tissue. He grimaced, shook his head and dropped the sticky mess in the bin as he turned back to where Castiel had been standing.
“Sam?”
It was a woman’s voice. It sounded familiar, but very hoarse. Sam looked up to see a long haired woman; small leaves poked through the matted mess of brown hair which hid her face. Sam picked up his grocery bags and glanced at his watch. After another search for the disappearing angel, Sam sighed and sat beside the woman. Other than her voice, there was something about her that he knew - and the feeling of being watched came over him again.
“Where am I?” she lifted her head.
Sam’s eyes widened: that voice was now too familiar, and came with an English accent. The taste of her name made him squirm. He stared at her tear-ridden face, “You?”
She appeared confused, “Me?”
“Bela?” The aftertaste was unsurprisingly bitter.
She looked down, “Is that my name?”
Sam frowned, uttering her name once again. He looked back to where he had spoken with Castiel. Or, rather, where Castiel had spoken to him. Sam was back in the fight or flight frame-of-mind.
“Your voice is...” She blinked, “Sam?”
He turned back to her, his face displaying awkwardness and angst.
“I’m sorry,” Bela closed her eyes. As she stood up her hair shielded her face once more. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I’ll go now.”
Sam noticed now that her clothes were dirty and partly torn in places. He watched as she tried to navigate her way through the shopping crowd, and then he ultimately lost sight of her.
CHAPTER THREE
Author: platysseus
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 overall [some chapters are just PG]
Word Count: 630
Spoilers?: Up to 4x17 [it's set between 4x16 & 4x18]
Characters: Sam, Castiel & ... ;)
Disclaimer: Supernatural & all its characters belong to Eric Kripke.
Notes: Please read chapters in order. ;) Please comment; my muse loves feedback. :)
Summary: One part of Dean's new test is revealed...
Chapter One
He’d gone to the mall to boost or enhance the supply of food in their motel room. After being seemingly purified when he was pulled out of Hell, Dean was adamant that he needed to re-establish the unhealthy state of his teeth. Sam just rolled his eyes and exited the room with the intention of buying fruit along with the pie and M&Ms.
Yet when walking along the street with two bags full of groceries, Sam suddenly felt as if he was being watched. It certainly wasn’t a new feeling but, considering he and Dean were yet to make themselves known in this town via one of their information-retrieving guises, Sam did not like the prospect of coming face to face with anyone who might pose a threat. Plus he really didn’t want to waste money on squashed oranges.
Relief soon came when he noticed the slightly familiar beige coat in the distance. Dean had told him the sight of that coat would give him the fight or flight instincts. Sam was now experiencing the same question; though he couldn’t be sure if Castiel had already seen him. Sam was intrigued, though, by the way Castiel was conducting himself as he walked through the crowd, and it was this awestruck observance that ceased Sam’s indecision.
He stepped forward, shopping bags knocking against his knees, and moved in front of Castiel as the angel moved his right arm backwards. Sam noticed that he was holding something; a small white something.
“Good afternoon, Sam.” Castiel smiled, his arm still poised as if to throw what was in his hand. “I can make this move over or around you, but that would require some explanation to the townsfolk. Please step aside.”
Sam’s mouth gaped, looked at the metal garbage bin behind him, and then he did as Castiel said. The beige-coated man cast the small white object into the air but missed his target by a few inches. Sam’s eyebrows rose as his mouth closed. Castiel appeared disappointed, but soon directed his attention to the woman sitting on the bench nearby, “Sam? Would you mi-”
Sam immediately moved to pick up the... wet tissue. He grimaced, shook his head and dropped the sticky mess in the bin as he turned back to where Castiel had been standing.
“Sam?”
It was a woman’s voice. It sounded familiar, but very hoarse. Sam looked up to see a long haired woman; small leaves poked through the matted mess of brown hair which hid her face. Sam picked up his grocery bags and glanced at his watch. After another search for the disappearing angel, Sam sighed and sat beside the woman. Other than her voice, there was something about her that he knew - and the feeling of being watched came over him again.
“Where am I?” she lifted her head.
Sam’s eyes widened: that voice was now too familiar, and came with an English accent. The taste of her name made him squirm. He stared at her tear-ridden face, “You?”
She appeared confused, “Me?”
“Bela?” The aftertaste was unsurprisingly bitter.
She looked down, “Is that my name?”
Sam frowned, uttering her name once again. He looked back to where he had spoken with Castiel. Or, rather, where Castiel had spoken to him. Sam was back in the fight or flight frame-of-mind.
“Your voice is...” She blinked, “Sam?”
He turned back to her, his face displaying awkwardness and angst.
“I’m sorry,” Bela closed her eyes. As she stood up her hair shielded her face once more. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I’ll go now.”
Sam noticed now that her clothes were dirty and partly torn in places. He watched as she tried to navigate her way through the shopping crowd, and then he ultimately lost sight of her.
CHAPTER THREE