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[samanthawinch]

(Continued from hereComing back to consciousness felt a little like rising slowly through deep water, until the shocking moment when your head breaks into free air to draw much-needed breath. Sam woke up in a pair of strong arms with a dull pain (that may have been purely mental) spread evenly throughout but receding rapidly. Her first instinct was

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[featherylilass]

Cas had taken her to a small hotel off the coast of California, uncertain why he'd taken her there outside of the need to get as far away from there as he could.

"She must have been in limbo," he still hadn't let her go. He'd occupied the bed beside her and held her until she woke. "I healed you... and brought you here."

[samanthawinch]

It was still a little hard to think, and harder to speak over the gross copper tang in her throat from choking on her own blood, so she eased into it by stirring a little, drawing her legs up to curl up a bit in his arms. One hand moved over herself and his own torso, seeking something to ground her, until her fingers found and wound into his trench coat. Sam could still see Ruby's cruel face and feel the demon's hand inside her, a horrible, agonizing violation more painful than anything she thought possible, and her other hand rubbed at her stomach vaguely.

Something strobed in her mind briefly: Ruby's face, still so horrific and burnt into her brain, changing expression then vanishing and in that few seconds of true consciousness after the memory of hitting the floor painfully she could see someone- a form, something familiar. She blinks, trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. "You saved me. I was- I was gone, wasn't I?"

[featherylilass]

"You were almost," Cas corrected. He wasn't one for much human contact but when she curled inward his instinct was to draw her closer by the arm around her back, to let her know that it was okay.

[samanthawinch]

Almost, yes. Now she could remember the taste of demon blood in a last moment of desperation, and a strange kind of strength drawn from it. Though Sam had been too far gone and senseless to register anything when Castiel showed up, she definitely felt ashamed now at the little whisper of Hellfire chasing through her veins, and wished vaguely that she had actually died because then maybe she could have been etch-a-sketched clean.

When he drew her closer she adjusted herself, trying to support some of her own weight so she could sit up just a little and get that much closer to him. There was something fundamentally comforting in the basic human contact, something enormously important about simple touch. "Thanks," she said quietly.