fic: Out of Wilting Petals, Love Blooms [Part 2B/3]
Masterpost
Part 2A
The next time Sam woke, he was alone in his room. Alone as he imagined one could get in an enchanted castle, anyway. His head felt clearer, but the rest of him desperately needed a shower. It took a minute of psyching himself up to push the gold-trimmed blanket from his body and slip off the mattress, but his feet held his weight, however precariously, and he was that much closer to feeling clean. The fleece he'd chosen after getting back to the castle, however long ago that was, stuck to his skin and it felt as if he'd been wearing it for days.
Bela was silent once again as he rummaged for clean clothes and some tension he'd unconsciously built up released; Sam wasn't suited to talk to anyone until he felt a little more like himself.
The towel was gone from the basin's lip - a new one placed on the rack on the wall - and his sodden clothes were no longer on the floor or anywhere in sight. It was nice, he thought, not having to worry about picking up after he'd been sick. Even if it was a little strange to know that someone else was cleaning up his mess. Soon, though, the clothes on his skin became more irritating and he stripped out of them, leaving them in a pile in the corner, determined to clean them up when he was finished. He'd already obviously been taken care of; Sam couldn't let them do any more for him.
He sighed in relief as fresh, hot water pounded over him. The shower was large, large enough that he could spread his arms out at his sides and Sam thought that if nothing else, he could definitely get used to being able to fit in the rooms of this place. Muscles relaxing gradually, Sam sighed, shoulders loosening under the heat and he breathed a sigh before grabbing some of the sweet smelling soap on a groove in the wall and washing the leftover sick feeling from his skin.
***
Dressed in another fleece top, red this time, and a pair of warm dark pants Sam walked slowly out of his room as though expecting something would jump out at him. A thought, he supposed, that wasn't all that paranoid to have in an enchanted castle. And for all he knew, Gabriel had just been waiting until he was healthy again before he took out his anger over Sam's leaving on him. Still, Sam knew he couldn't stay hidden away in his room forever. He was sure he'd be getting a visit from Castiel or Nancy, or possibly a begrudging Crowley, to check on him.
Slowly he shuffled down the corridor to the staircase, shoes making a scuffing sound with each step. No one met him or jumped out at him and Sam let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he made his way down the staircase. The room with the fireplace was empty, not a cello or Beast in sight. A fire was still going, pop-crackling in the quiet of the castle and it helped ease the last of the tension from his shoulders as he continued on.
With the main room empty, and having seen no sign of anyone in the corridor from his room, Sam shouldn't have been surprised to find the dining room occupied. But he still started at the sight of Gabriel sitting at the far end of the table in a crisp white shirt, sleeves covering the bandages Sam knew were wrapped around his arm. He stopped just inside the entryway, unsure of how to act in light of the different Gabriel’s he'd been witness to. Was he going to get the one who had scared him badly enough to run away or the one who'd saved him, who'd carried him to his room and stayed while he got better?
Then Gabriel looked up and away from the table, amber eyes widening when they landed on Sam. He didn't have a moment to be worried or afraid before Gabriel was standing, nearly bowling the large, cherry wooded chair on its side in his haste to move. "Sam! You're awake!"
Absurdly, Sam felt his lips twitch into an amused smile. "I certainly hope so. Sleepwalking down the staircase might be hazardous to my health."
The room was dead quiet and Sam worried that he'd somehow managed to bring back the Gabriel from before and maybe staying hold up in his room would have been the better way to spend the day. But then Gabriel barked out a laugh, eyes glittering and full of a strange swirl of emotion, almost like awe; as though laughing was something new and exciting. Though, Sam supposed, with a temper like Gabriel's, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was.
"You're somethin' else, kiddo," he rumbled, voice breathy and light in a way the youngest Winchester wouldn't have thought possible. With a one shouldered shrug, Sam sent a half-smile the other man's way. "I’ve been called worse." And in worse ways. But his oddness probably wouldn't be noticed much in an enchanted castle.
Gabriel stepped forward and away from the table, arm reaching out like he was going to rest it on Sam's shoulder. And Sam surprised himself when the urge to pull back, to put space between him and the clawed hand, didn't surface. But then Gabriel stepped back, weight shifting subtly back and forth and Sam was struck by how nervous the man seemed. "I..." Gabriel started, and how strange to hear him clear his throat, as though the words were stuck. "I'm glad you're feeling better. You are feeling better, right? Maybe you should sit down," he reached out again, this time leading Sam to the other end of the table before the brunette had a chance to react, "How about some breakfast?"
Sam's rumbling stomach answered for him while he processed the sudden flurry of words and he chuckled awkwardly in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, some breakfast sounds good."
The smile he was sent reached all the way to Gabriel's eyes and Sam thought that the look suited him, made him look like an entirely different being. Softer. It was a pleasant change from the Beast he'd been when Sam first arrived.
"Alright then. Something easy on your stomach, though. You've been out of it for while. Don't need you getting sick again from eating too much."
"Right," Sam said quietly, watching as Gabriel reached for him again - like he was going to check for signs of a fever on his forehead - before pulling back. When instead, Gabriel walked back to his spot at the head of the table, Sam looked around the rest of the room. There was sunlight coming in through the large glass window facing out onto the grounds - a part of the castle he hadn't yet been to; he'd only run away the direction he'd come, but now he thought he would have more than enough time to explore the rest of the castle. He remembered seeing the snow blowing around outside his first night here, when he'd snuck out of his room. The sun shining, reflecting off brilliant white snow was a much nicer view than the first one he'd gotten. It seemed much of the castle and its inhabitants were that way, he thought as he turned back to his... host.
"How long was I out of it?" he asked when he realized Gabriel was watching him.
"A couple of days," came another deep, familiar voice from the door, which Sam assumed led into the kitchen. A moment later, Castiel was stepping out from behind the door, a tray full of food following out behind him. "I trust you're feeling better." Sam rubbed the back of his neck again, more than a little sheepish at how these people - and did that make him odder, referring to the castle's inhabitants as people? - cared about his health, but he nodded.
"Yeah, you guys were... Well, no one but my brother has ever - " He cut himself off when the words caught in his throat, clearing it before continuing like he hadn't said anything to remind him and them of his brother. "Thanks."
He turned back to the view of a light snowfall outside to avoid looking in either of their eyes. The trees must have been less dense closer to the castle, allowing the light in. He remembered how dark it was, even in the daytime before. It looked so much less intimidating, less eerie without all the dark shadows. When Sam looked back, Castiel was standing beside Gabriel's seat, nudging a broad shoulder and Gabriel's amber eyes were staring straight at him. He chuckled a little at the sight they made and Gabriel shrugged the coat rack's limb off him; almost like he was embarrassed. But then Nancy was shuffling into the dining room and immediately started fussing over Sam.
"It's so good to see you better, Sam," she started earnestly, brown eyes wide.
"That seems to be the theme today," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "Sorry I worried you guys, I guess," Sam added, last words spoken under his breath. It was still taking him time to understand how they could be so worried about him when he'd only known them for a day. Or longer; he still didn't know how long he'd been sick. Long enough to feel grimy in his clothes, but being ill for even a couple hours left that feeling, so he wasn't sure.
"Worried?" Crowley's barked out, accented voice thick with mocking he clearly would never lose when speaking to Sam, "Who was worried?"
Gabriel sent the cello a glare reminiscent of the one Sam had seen him wear while trying to patch him up, but no one in the room seemed phased by it today.
"Don't listen to him, Sam," Castiel assured, jabbing the cello in the side and Sam laughed when Crowley gave a disgruntled humph.
His stomach rumbled loudly once again, cheeks reddening a fraction in embarrassment. It seemed to remind everyone where they were and Castiel hurried to uncover the dishes on the tray that had followed him into the dining room. There were bowls of steaming oatmeal on each plate, a half a grapefruit beside his bowl, and a small plate of scrambled eggs beside it. Good for getting back his protein and not heavy enough to mess with his stomach if he watched himself. In a move much too graceful for something that was made of wood to pull off, their plates were set in front of each of them and they were left alone; the others walked through the entryway Sam had come in through with a promise to see him later. Then it was just him and Gabriel.
"Dig in, kiddo," Gabriel said with a smirk, no doubt amused by Sam's stomach growling at the aroma coming off the plates. Sam picked up a heavy silver spoon and for possibly the first time ever, did what he was told; digging into the oatmeal. The meal was spent in relative silence as Sam stared out the windows, watching as the snow fell and stopped and fell again randomly. But it was more comfortable than he'd thought it would be, being alone with Gabriel again. He found that, if asked nicely, he might even join him for dinner later that night.
***
Impala ran around the grounds, snow kicking up under her hooves with each trot and Sam smiled softly, watching her. He tucked his new cloak securely around him, colored the same as the decor in his room, a dark red lined with gold trimming. Bela had produced it from within her wardrobe and insisted he wear it to keep from getting sick again. Not because she was worried about him or his health, of course, she just wanted to keep from having to deal with more fuss in the castle. Sam rolled his eyes at the thought, but the cloak was heavy and warm and covered his entire body. Something he was growing to like about this place was how they always seemed to have clothes that fit him. Sam didn't know where they were getting them from, but they were there whenever needed.
His boots crunched in the soft powder beneath his feet as he set off after the horse. It felt great to be outside again, without a storm swirling around him, without the fear he'd felt that night over a week ago. Everyone in the castle had asked that he stay inside until they were sure he was healthy enough to brave the cold of the grounds. The first night he came, Sam would have felt trapped, like they wanted to keep him in his cage at what sounded like an order. But he hadn't been well enough to roll around in the snow - didn't want to risk another fever so soon, especially didn't want to make them have to worry and take care of him again - and Castiel had only requested he stay inside. No one watched him to keep him from going out a door or kept him in his room and Sam decided that it was nice. Even after a week it didn't feel quite so much like the cell he'd originally thought of it as. And now he was out running with Impala, who seemed to be less inclined to leave as well. That could have been all the apples and carrots he knew they spoiled the horse with.
Sam caught up to Impala at a tree line, panting and leaning into her side when they finally stopped. The cloak suddenly felt more than a little warm with his exertion and he fumbled with the tie at his neck. A large paw entered his field of vision, warm against his hands when they kept him from undoing his cloak. Sam looked up to meet Gabriel's eyes, brow quirked up in question and he just smirked back - something Sam was beginning to realize was the man's favorite expression. "Weren't you just sick last week there, kiddo? I'd think running around in the snow without a cloak on once would be enough for you."
Rolling his eyes, Sam shoved Gabriel's hands off his own with a small smile to show he wasn't actually bothered by it. "I was just gonna loosen it," Sam fibbed, letting go of the string and reaching over to run a hand over Impala's side, fur sleek and cold beneath his fingertips. He needed to brush her down again after all the running and wind whipped her mane around crazily.
"Sure you were." Gabriel shook his head in disbelief and Sam couldn't really blame him.
They stood together, neither saying anything, for long moments until snowflakes started to sprinkle down around them. Sam watched as the man in front of him tried to decide what to say - it was strange how much Gabriel reminded him of Dean in that way, unable to come out with whatever was on his mind; unless it was trying to get Sam laid, he supposed - and took pity on him. "I've got to get Impala taken care of. You're welcome to join me if you want."
It was something he hadn't gotten used to yet; amber eyes widening whenever he offered to have Gabriel come along with him, or when he didn't tell him to leave him alone again; like Sam was constantly surprising him. Without waiting for a response, Sam gave the horse one more pat before resting his hand against her and leading her back toward the castle and its stables. The snow crunched behind them and Sam knew Gabriel was following.
***
Impala huffed contentedly with each stroke of the brush against her black coat. Sam smiled wide at the horse, "Yeah, I know it feels good." The stables were lit in a mixture of the sunlight from outside and oil lanterns, glass covers protecting any loose straw from catching on the small flames. The orange and yellows flickered over the three of them, even in the light of the white afternoon. Sam found it calming, like the flames crackling in the fireplace of the main room of the castle. On the off chance he was alone - which he found wasn't all that often when every object in the structure could be living - it was something he listened to, settled into the cushions of the large chair in the room. The only thing that could make those times better would be curling up with one of his books from home. But dwelling on that only dimmed the brief calm and peacefulness he felt and Sam quickly banished the thoughts from his mind each time.
Movement across from him drew Sam's eye and he found Gabriel shifting, restless, like he didn't know what to do with himself. His host was always moving, always doing something, never in one place for a long amount of time. Sam hadn't expected him to be that way after the man stayed with him so diligently while he was sick. But Gabriel constantly shifted his weight after too long in one room.
"Did you... want to try?" he offered tentatively. They weren't at each other's throats, and Gabriel's temper hadn't made too many appearances - and when he got angry, he didn't take it out on or around Sam anymore, always stomping in the direction of the West Wing where Sam hadn't been since the night he got sick - but Sam thought proceeding cautiously with the only person he'd ever met who is larger than him was the best approach.
The Beast started like he'd forgotten Sam was in the room - or like he hadn't expected to be addressed even though he had been invited to join Sam here. But Gabriel recovered quickly, surprise melting into a natural smirk with little heat behind it. "You want me to brush your horse, Sammy?"
Ignoring the nickname, Sam rolled his eyes. "If it's too complicated for you, I understand - "
He was cut off by the large paw reaching over the horse toward him, taking the brush from his hand. Gabriel grumbled, voice a low growl, as he gently ran the brush over Impala's other side, "Complicated. Brush the horse, easy as pie..."
Sam stepped back with a quiet chuckle. Impala turned to look at him and he took the opportunity to run a hand gently over the side of her neck, to pet her face. "Feels good getting your fur all straightened out, huh?"
She nudged forward into his hand and he didn't deny her, giving her another good pat before checking on Gabriel's progress. With another sigh Sam stepped up to the Beast's side, placing a hand on Gabriel's paw to pause his movement. Sam felt him tense at his side but ignored it, lifting their hands up together and guiding the brush strokes. "You gotta smooth the fur down in one smooth motion from her neck," he instructed quietly. The paw beneath his hand was warm, Gabriel like a line of heat at his side, so much like it had felt when he'd been wrapped up in the oversized cloak so many days ago. The longer they stood together brushing Impala, the more the tension eased out of Gabriel, hand and arm no longer stiff under Sam's touch. He wondered what had possessed him to possibly grab hold of this being, this person who could be so frightening and dangerous - had shown himself to be so - without a second thought. But now that they were working together, surrounded in comfortable silence, Sam found he was glad, just this once, that his body acted without the express permission of his brain.
Impala's side was brushed out, fur shiny and smooth again, and Sam looked up at Gabriel, a smile on his face. It was always calming, taking care of Impala, and this time hadn't been any different in that. Gabriel gave a small smile back before stepping away, letting Sam take hold of the brush. "Wasn't so hard now, was it?"
"Guess not, kiddo," Gabriel said with a wink as he backed out of the stable. Sam shook his head at the nickname, turning back to Impala. He'd stay in the stables a bit longer before going in.
The door squeaked open behind him but Sam heard the shuffle of Gabriel's feet pause. A moment later, that warm voice - another thing he was still getting used to, how Gabriel could sound like that - sounded in the quiet of the structure, "Will I be seeing you at dinner?"
It sounded casual, like Gabriel couldn't care less either way, but Sam still heard what he'd almost call hope. And it certainly wasn't the roared demand he'd been given his first night here. Looking over his shoulder, Sam gave Gabriel a nod, "Gotta eat sometime. May as well do it with you." He punctuated the sentence with a wink of his own, voice light and teasing. Eating alone in the castle gave him too much time to dwell and he'd already promised himself he wouldn't break his word a second time.
Gabriel nodded in acknowledgment before walking out of the stables, crunch of snow beneath his feet dimming with distance. Letting out a long breath, Sam turned his attention back to Impala who was looking at him in her own, knowing way. He guessed it made sense, owning an all-too-knowing horse and then somehow ending up in an enchanted castle. His life couldn't get any weirder.
***
Sam was walking past the main room after breakfast with Gabriel when something new caught his eye. On the small table beside the large chair, where he'd helped to patch up a wounded Gabriel, was a book he'd never seen before. In fact, Sam hadn't seen any books at all in the past three weeks he'd been living at the castle. Curiosity - and maybe a little boredom - got the best of him and instead of heading back out into the snow to spend the day with Impala, he sat in the chair and hesitantly reached for the hard covered book, still wary of something popping out at him in the enchanted castle.
It fit in his hand, a welcome and familiar weight even though he'd never read this particular novel before. The sound of his fingers skimming over the rough cover and through stiff pages was like music to his ears; like sweet oxygen filling his lungs after he'd been on the edge of drowning. He settled back comfortably into the seat, the fireplace crackling soothingly in front of him, with a soft smile on his face as his eyes ran over the words and immediately sucked him into the story before him, completely unaware of pleased amber eyes watching him from the other side of the room.
***
He'd finished that first book within hours, going back to reread it again the next day during a stroll outside on the grounds. He hadn't expected Gabriel's company, but found he wasn't opposed to it when he heard the Beast's feet crunching in the snow beside him.
"What's that?" were the first words out of Gabriel's mouth and Sam couldn't help but turn to him, brow raised. "A book," he answered with an amused smirk. Gabriel rolled his eyes, large elbow nudging Sam's arm. "Alright, funny guy. You know what I meant."
Sam shrugged. "I found it on the table by the fireplace yesterday. Couldn't put it down once I started reading it. Was gonna reread it later."
"Must have been really good," Gabriel commented lightly, and he was still getting used to how they could just talk to each other now. Like they were working their way to being friends. Or, at least he hoped that was where they were heading. With how Gabriel joined him outside on his walks with Impala and their meals spent together, it certainly seemed to be.
Tucking the book into a hidden pocket on the underside of his cloak, Sam shrugged again. "It was entertaining. And I like reading, so..."
He missed Gabriel's pleased smile as he leaned against one of the many large trees on the castle's grounds. Gabriel stopped with him and Sam had an idea on what they could do for the day, since it seemed he wouldn't be rereading his book just yet. With a smirk, he bent forward and scooped up some of the cold snow in his hand.
"What are you doing down there?" Gabriel asked, smirk clear in his voice that Sam was looking forward to wiping off.
"Nothing much," Sam answered as he straightened, pushing off the tree and backing away slowly. Just as recognition dawned in widening amber eyes, Sam pulled back and threw the snowball forward. The moment it hit, splattering over Gabriel's chest, Sam took off, running back the way they'd come, kicking up snow behind him. He heard the sound of massive paws crunching the snow from behind right before a ball hit the back of his shoulder. Stumbling forward under the force, he laughed and turned to look over his shoulder, eyes glittering. Gabriel was gaining on him so Sam bent down to get more snow even as he sped up, using his long legs to his advantage - even if the one doing the chasing was taller than him.
Running behind another large tree, Sam panted and pressed his back against the rough bark, poised to attack when Gabriel reached him. He strained to listen to the snow being stomped on, waiting until it got closer. Suddenly the sounds stopped and all he could hear was the wind breezing through the trees, birds chirping merrily around them while his heart sped up. Peeking past the side of the trunk, snow-filled hand lowering to his side, Sam spluttered in surprise at the burst of cold across his face. Gabriel laughed, thunderous rumbling that Sam hadn't ever heard before and it shot a tingling warmth through his chest until Sam found himself joining in, dropping his snow to the ground. He tried to wipe the snow from his face - his brows and lashes were gritty and cold with it - and Gabriel chuckled at him some more, pulling him closer.
"Here," he said, clearly amused at the sight Sam made, before he used the edge of his cloak to get rid of all the remaining snow. When he was finally dry, Gabriel's paw unwrapped from around his arm and Sam took a small step back. "Thanks."
"Save it," Gabriel said, though the words held no heat as he smiled down at Sam. "Just don't need you getting yourself sick again 'cause you'll be on your own. I certainly won't be carrying you up those stairs again."
"Sure you won't," Sam scoffed, shaking his head. Gabriel spread his arms out wide like a 'you wanna bet?' but Sam didn't care. The man took care of him for days after he'd run away. There was no doubt in Sam's mind that Gabriel would be willing to do so again if it was necessary. The knowledge left him feeling light and never failed to put a smile on his face when he really thought about it.
Leaning back against the tree, Sam waved a farewell to Gabriel when the Beast told him he needed to get back to the castle. He watched the man walk until he couldn't see him anymore before sliding down the tree, knees pulled up to his chest and boots planted flat on the ground. His cloak kept him warm even through the chill of snow beneath him and he grabbed the book from its pocket, resting it on the top of his knees as he cracked it open.
By the time it started getting dark, he'd finished it for the second time and decided to call it a day. The castle was warm and he shook the snow from his boots before stepping fully through the entrance, the large door shutting surprisingly quiet behind him.
"Hey Cas," he greeted, smile on the shy side as the coat rack took his cloak, still unused to having all these things done for him rather than by him.
"I trust you had a pleasant walk," Castiel replied with a smile clear in his wide blue eyes.
"You could say that," he chuckled, images of his and Gabriel's impromptu snowball fight swirling in his head.
They walked together until they reached the main room, fire roaring once again in the large fireplace, warmth emanating from the flames and sending a shiver through his body at the change in temperature. Sam looked at the table beside the chair and he hadn't realized how much he'd been hoping to see a new book until he found none. Shoulders hunching just slightly forward, Sam gripped the book in his hand tighter between his fingers. It was still better than nothing.
"Are you alright, Sam?" Castiel asked, looking up at him in concern. He shook his head at how ridiculous he was being and sent his friend a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired I guess. I'm gonna," he gestured towards the stairs with a nod of his head, "lie down for a bit until dinner. See ya later."
Castiel nodded and Sam heard him shuffling out of the room him as he made his way up the stairs. The suits of armor leading down the corridor no longer caused the hair at the nape of his neck to stand on end but he was sure their heads still swiveled on occasion to watch as he walked past. Pushing into his room, Sam set the book down on his way to the bathroom with the urge to splash some water on his face after all the time spent outside that afternoon. The water felt good on his skin, warm and clean and he almost decided to take a shower before the desire to lie down became too strong to ignore. Blinking blearily at the mirror, Sam dried off his face and left the bathroom. He toed off his boots, intent on lying on the bed and sleeping until Nancy or Crowley or Castiel - or maybe even Gabriel if his host's temper was having one of its better days - came to get him for dinner. The thought of Gabriel getting him for dinner had his lips stretching in a small grin.
Just as he was about to all but collapse onto the amazingly soft comforter of his mattress, Sam saw what he'd been hoping to see downstairs. On the cherry wood nightstand beside the bed - on its right, the side nearest the door - was another book. Thicker than the one he'd set on the dresser just minutes ago. It was ridiculous how excited the prospect of a longer read made him, but there was no stopping his small grin to widen across his face as he sat on the edge of the bed in front of the stand and took the book in his hand. He didn't know who was leaving him these books, whether it was Castiel or Nancy or a certain amber eyed beast of a man who was slowly but surely becoming one of Sam’s best friends, but he would be sure to find out. Whoever it was deserved a thank you and Sam would be sure to give it to them.
***
Another book appeared seemingly out of nowhere while he’d been out that afternoon with Impala and he’d been in his room reading since he saw it sitting on his nightstand. For the last month, new novels popped up in random places he generally frequented within the castle and every time it sent a wave of warmth through him. And it wasn’t just the books. It was that someone cared enough to give him these little gifts now and then. He still didn’t know who was leaving them, but he wanted to. Needed to ferret out who was leaving him these little treasures, granting him small smiles and good thoughts with each story. If it was Nancy or Castiel, he wanted to be sure his friends knew he appreciated it. If it was Gabriel, like he was steadfastly refusing to hope it was, well. That might make him even happier.
Lost in his thoughts and the words on the page in front of him, Sam didn’t hear Castiel come into his room. But the unmistakable aroma of something sweet and freshly baked refused to be ignored and Sam looked up just as the coat rack stopped in front of him, setting a plate down on the nightstand, careful to avoid the growing stack of books. Lips twitching into a smile, he placed his finger in his book to keep from losing his place. “Thanks, Cas,” he said, looking down at whatever treat was making his mouth water this time. His eyes widened in surprise and Sam bit his bottom lip, blinking against the absurd burning, water building behind his lids. It was a piece of pie, apple if the scent of cinnamon was any indication.
He was coming to enjoy living here. Rarely was he alone unless he wanted to be, and it was nearly impossible to feel bored in an enchanted castle. But his thoughts of Dean didn’t lessen and reading each new book brought that to the surface. Some days were better than others, but his brother almost always teased him about how much of a geek he was when he got back from Anna’s and every new book he read only reminded him of that. But seeing his brother’s favorite dessert in the world sitting, still warm, on the table in front of him was nearly too much and Sam was suddenly horrifyingly aware that he might start crying in front of Castiel.
“Sam? Sam, what’s wrong?”
Castiel’s voice pierced through his thoughts and Sam blinked, tearing his eyes from the slice of pie. He shook his head, setting the book in his hands next to him on the bed to swipe at his eyes. “Sorry,” he choked in a failed attempt to keep his voice steady.
Suddenly Castiel was right in front of him, head shaking back and forth - and he could only tell by the way the coat rack’s blue eyes moved with the action. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he assured, looking straight in the eye, gaze unwavering. “I hadn’t realized how emotional pie could be.”
Sam barked a laugh at the small joke and Castiel’s eyes softened, swirling with relief. The room was silent except for an occasional sniffle until Sam got his screwy emotions under control and he sighed, embarrassed.
“It’s Dean’s favorite,” he offered quietly. Castiel gave a small nod, of acknowledgement or encouragement Sam wasn’t sure but he continued anyways, “Every time he goes to town, he always brings back an apple pie from the bakery. Eats enough for three people.” Running a hand through his hair, Sam sat back against the headboard of his bed. “I like living here, you know?” Castiel nodded again. “And I think that if I just… If I could just see him and know he was alright…”
Sam closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. “Sorry, it just sometimes all hits me at once. The books and then his favorite dessert… Just a bit much.”
“It’s perfectly alright Sam,” Castiel assured again, reaching back and picking up the plate from Sam’s nightstand. “I’ll send Nancy up with one of the muffins in the kitchen.”
Sam half-smiled and nodded. “Thanks Cas,” he said, voice soft and genuine. Even if Castiel didn’t say anything, just being listened to, getting it off his chest helped more than Sam expected.
“You’re more than welcome,” Castiel replied with a smile of his own before backing out of the room.
Alone once more, Sam looked to the book at his side and picked it up, flipping through to find the page he’d left off on. Nancy would be up with a muffin, and some tea to make him feel better more than likely, soon and he couldn’t think of a better way to pass the time until she showed up.
Part Three
Part 2A
The next time Sam woke, he was alone in his room. Alone as he imagined one could get in an enchanted castle, anyway. His head felt clearer, but the rest of him desperately needed a shower. It took a minute of psyching himself up to push the gold-trimmed blanket from his body and slip off the mattress, but his feet held his weight, however precariously, and he was that much closer to feeling clean. The fleece he'd chosen after getting back to the castle, however long ago that was, stuck to his skin and it felt as if he'd been wearing it for days.
Bela was silent once again as he rummaged for clean clothes and some tension he'd unconsciously built up released; Sam wasn't suited to talk to anyone until he felt a little more like himself.
The towel was gone from the basin's lip - a new one placed on the rack on the wall - and his sodden clothes were no longer on the floor or anywhere in sight. It was nice, he thought, not having to worry about picking up after he'd been sick. Even if it was a little strange to know that someone else was cleaning up his mess. Soon, though, the clothes on his skin became more irritating and he stripped out of them, leaving them in a pile in the corner, determined to clean them up when he was finished. He'd already obviously been taken care of; Sam couldn't let them do any more for him.
He sighed in relief as fresh, hot water pounded over him. The shower was large, large enough that he could spread his arms out at his sides and Sam thought that if nothing else, he could definitely get used to being able to fit in the rooms of this place. Muscles relaxing gradually, Sam sighed, shoulders loosening under the heat and he breathed a sigh before grabbing some of the sweet smelling soap on a groove in the wall and washing the leftover sick feeling from his skin.
***
Dressed in another fleece top, red this time, and a pair of warm dark pants Sam walked slowly out of his room as though expecting something would jump out at him. A thought, he supposed, that wasn't all that paranoid to have in an enchanted castle. And for all he knew, Gabriel had just been waiting until he was healthy again before he took out his anger over Sam's leaving on him. Still, Sam knew he couldn't stay hidden away in his room forever. He was sure he'd be getting a visit from Castiel or Nancy, or possibly a begrudging Crowley, to check on him.
Slowly he shuffled down the corridor to the staircase, shoes making a scuffing sound with each step. No one met him or jumped out at him and Sam let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he made his way down the staircase. The room with the fireplace was empty, not a cello or Beast in sight. A fire was still going, pop-crackling in the quiet of the castle and it helped ease the last of the tension from his shoulders as he continued on.
With the main room empty, and having seen no sign of anyone in the corridor from his room, Sam shouldn't have been surprised to find the dining room occupied. But he still started at the sight of Gabriel sitting at the far end of the table in a crisp white shirt, sleeves covering the bandages Sam knew were wrapped around his arm. He stopped just inside the entryway, unsure of how to act in light of the different Gabriel’s he'd been witness to. Was he going to get the one who had scared him badly enough to run away or the one who'd saved him, who'd carried him to his room and stayed while he got better?
Then Gabriel looked up and away from the table, amber eyes widening when they landed on Sam. He didn't have a moment to be worried or afraid before Gabriel was standing, nearly bowling the large, cherry wooded chair on its side in his haste to move. "Sam! You're awake!"
Absurdly, Sam felt his lips twitch into an amused smile. "I certainly hope so. Sleepwalking down the staircase might be hazardous to my health."
The room was dead quiet and Sam worried that he'd somehow managed to bring back the Gabriel from before and maybe staying hold up in his room would have been the better way to spend the day. But then Gabriel barked out a laugh, eyes glittering and full of a strange swirl of emotion, almost like awe; as though laughing was something new and exciting. Though, Sam supposed, with a temper like Gabriel's, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was.
"You're somethin' else, kiddo," he rumbled, voice breathy and light in a way the youngest Winchester wouldn't have thought possible. With a one shouldered shrug, Sam sent a half-smile the other man's way. "I’ve been called worse." And in worse ways. But his oddness probably wouldn't be noticed much in an enchanted castle.
Gabriel stepped forward and away from the table, arm reaching out like he was going to rest it on Sam's shoulder. And Sam surprised himself when the urge to pull back, to put space between him and the clawed hand, didn't surface. But then Gabriel stepped back, weight shifting subtly back and forth and Sam was struck by how nervous the man seemed. "I..." Gabriel started, and how strange to hear him clear his throat, as though the words were stuck. "I'm glad you're feeling better. You are feeling better, right? Maybe you should sit down," he reached out again, this time leading Sam to the other end of the table before the brunette had a chance to react, "How about some breakfast?"
Sam's rumbling stomach answered for him while he processed the sudden flurry of words and he chuckled awkwardly in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, some breakfast sounds good."
The smile he was sent reached all the way to Gabriel's eyes and Sam thought that the look suited him, made him look like an entirely different being. Softer. It was a pleasant change from the Beast he'd been when Sam first arrived.
"Alright then. Something easy on your stomach, though. You've been out of it for while. Don't need you getting sick again from eating too much."
"Right," Sam said quietly, watching as Gabriel reached for him again - like he was going to check for signs of a fever on his forehead - before pulling back. When instead, Gabriel walked back to his spot at the head of the table, Sam looked around the rest of the room. There was sunlight coming in through the large glass window facing out onto the grounds - a part of the castle he hadn't yet been to; he'd only run away the direction he'd come, but now he thought he would have more than enough time to explore the rest of the castle. He remembered seeing the snow blowing around outside his first night here, when he'd snuck out of his room. The sun shining, reflecting off brilliant white snow was a much nicer view than the first one he'd gotten. It seemed much of the castle and its inhabitants were that way, he thought as he turned back to his... host.
"How long was I out of it?" he asked when he realized Gabriel was watching him.
"A couple of days," came another deep, familiar voice from the door, which Sam assumed led into the kitchen. A moment later, Castiel was stepping out from behind the door, a tray full of food following out behind him. "I trust you're feeling better." Sam rubbed the back of his neck again, more than a little sheepish at how these people - and did that make him odder, referring to the castle's inhabitants as people? - cared about his health, but he nodded.
"Yeah, you guys were... Well, no one but my brother has ever - " He cut himself off when the words caught in his throat, clearing it before continuing like he hadn't said anything to remind him and them of his brother. "Thanks."
He turned back to the view of a light snowfall outside to avoid looking in either of their eyes. The trees must have been less dense closer to the castle, allowing the light in. He remembered how dark it was, even in the daytime before. It looked so much less intimidating, less eerie without all the dark shadows. When Sam looked back, Castiel was standing beside Gabriel's seat, nudging a broad shoulder and Gabriel's amber eyes were staring straight at him. He chuckled a little at the sight they made and Gabriel shrugged the coat rack's limb off him; almost like he was embarrassed. But then Nancy was shuffling into the dining room and immediately started fussing over Sam.
"It's so good to see you better, Sam," she started earnestly, brown eyes wide.
"That seems to be the theme today," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "Sorry I worried you guys, I guess," Sam added, last words spoken under his breath. It was still taking him time to understand how they could be so worried about him when he'd only known them for a day. Or longer; he still didn't know how long he'd been sick. Long enough to feel grimy in his clothes, but being ill for even a couple hours left that feeling, so he wasn't sure.
"Worried?" Crowley's barked out, accented voice thick with mocking he clearly would never lose when speaking to Sam, "Who was worried?"
Gabriel sent the cello a glare reminiscent of the one Sam had seen him wear while trying to patch him up, but no one in the room seemed phased by it today.
"Don't listen to him, Sam," Castiel assured, jabbing the cello in the side and Sam laughed when Crowley gave a disgruntled humph.
His stomach rumbled loudly once again, cheeks reddening a fraction in embarrassment. It seemed to remind everyone where they were and Castiel hurried to uncover the dishes on the tray that had followed him into the dining room. There were bowls of steaming oatmeal on each plate, a half a grapefruit beside his bowl, and a small plate of scrambled eggs beside it. Good for getting back his protein and not heavy enough to mess with his stomach if he watched himself. In a move much too graceful for something that was made of wood to pull off, their plates were set in front of each of them and they were left alone; the others walked through the entryway Sam had come in through with a promise to see him later. Then it was just him and Gabriel.
"Dig in, kiddo," Gabriel said with a smirk, no doubt amused by Sam's stomach growling at the aroma coming off the plates. Sam picked up a heavy silver spoon and for possibly the first time ever, did what he was told; digging into the oatmeal. The meal was spent in relative silence as Sam stared out the windows, watching as the snow fell and stopped and fell again randomly. But it was more comfortable than he'd thought it would be, being alone with Gabriel again. He found that, if asked nicely, he might even join him for dinner later that night.
***
Impala ran around the grounds, snow kicking up under her hooves with each trot and Sam smiled softly, watching her. He tucked his new cloak securely around him, colored the same as the decor in his room, a dark red lined with gold trimming. Bela had produced it from within her wardrobe and insisted he wear it to keep from getting sick again. Not because she was worried about him or his health, of course, she just wanted to keep from having to deal with more fuss in the castle. Sam rolled his eyes at the thought, but the cloak was heavy and warm and covered his entire body. Something he was growing to like about this place was how they always seemed to have clothes that fit him. Sam didn't know where they were getting them from, but they were there whenever needed.
His boots crunched in the soft powder beneath his feet as he set off after the horse. It felt great to be outside again, without a storm swirling around him, without the fear he'd felt that night over a week ago. Everyone in the castle had asked that he stay inside until they were sure he was healthy enough to brave the cold of the grounds. The first night he came, Sam would have felt trapped, like they wanted to keep him in his cage at what sounded like an order. But he hadn't been well enough to roll around in the snow - didn't want to risk another fever so soon, especially didn't want to make them have to worry and take care of him again - and Castiel had only requested he stay inside. No one watched him to keep him from going out a door or kept him in his room and Sam decided that it was nice. Even after a week it didn't feel quite so much like the cell he'd originally thought of it as. And now he was out running with Impala, who seemed to be less inclined to leave as well. That could have been all the apples and carrots he knew they spoiled the horse with.
Sam caught up to Impala at a tree line, panting and leaning into her side when they finally stopped. The cloak suddenly felt more than a little warm with his exertion and he fumbled with the tie at his neck. A large paw entered his field of vision, warm against his hands when they kept him from undoing his cloak. Sam looked up to meet Gabriel's eyes, brow quirked up in question and he just smirked back - something Sam was beginning to realize was the man's favorite expression. "Weren't you just sick last week there, kiddo? I'd think running around in the snow without a cloak on once would be enough for you."
Rolling his eyes, Sam shoved Gabriel's hands off his own with a small smile to show he wasn't actually bothered by it. "I was just gonna loosen it," Sam fibbed, letting go of the string and reaching over to run a hand over Impala's side, fur sleek and cold beneath his fingertips. He needed to brush her down again after all the running and wind whipped her mane around crazily.
"Sure you were." Gabriel shook his head in disbelief and Sam couldn't really blame him.
They stood together, neither saying anything, for long moments until snowflakes started to sprinkle down around them. Sam watched as the man in front of him tried to decide what to say - it was strange how much Gabriel reminded him of Dean in that way, unable to come out with whatever was on his mind; unless it was trying to get Sam laid, he supposed - and took pity on him. "I've got to get Impala taken care of. You're welcome to join me if you want."
It was something he hadn't gotten used to yet; amber eyes widening whenever he offered to have Gabriel come along with him, or when he didn't tell him to leave him alone again; like Sam was constantly surprising him. Without waiting for a response, Sam gave the horse one more pat before resting his hand against her and leading her back toward the castle and its stables. The snow crunched behind them and Sam knew Gabriel was following.
***
Impala huffed contentedly with each stroke of the brush against her black coat. Sam smiled wide at the horse, "Yeah, I know it feels good." The stables were lit in a mixture of the sunlight from outside and oil lanterns, glass covers protecting any loose straw from catching on the small flames. The orange and yellows flickered over the three of them, even in the light of the white afternoon. Sam found it calming, like the flames crackling in the fireplace of the main room of the castle. On the off chance he was alone - which he found wasn't all that often when every object in the structure could be living - it was something he listened to, settled into the cushions of the large chair in the room. The only thing that could make those times better would be curling up with one of his books from home. But dwelling on that only dimmed the brief calm and peacefulness he felt and Sam quickly banished the thoughts from his mind each time.
Movement across from him drew Sam's eye and he found Gabriel shifting, restless, like he didn't know what to do with himself. His host was always moving, always doing something, never in one place for a long amount of time. Sam hadn't expected him to be that way after the man stayed with him so diligently while he was sick. But Gabriel constantly shifted his weight after too long in one room.
"Did you... want to try?" he offered tentatively. They weren't at each other's throats, and Gabriel's temper hadn't made too many appearances - and when he got angry, he didn't take it out on or around Sam anymore, always stomping in the direction of the West Wing where Sam hadn't been since the night he got sick - but Sam thought proceeding cautiously with the only person he'd ever met who is larger than him was the best approach.
The Beast started like he'd forgotten Sam was in the room - or like he hadn't expected to be addressed even though he had been invited to join Sam here. But Gabriel recovered quickly, surprise melting into a natural smirk with little heat behind it. "You want me to brush your horse, Sammy?"
Ignoring the nickname, Sam rolled his eyes. "If it's too complicated for you, I understand - "
He was cut off by the large paw reaching over the horse toward him, taking the brush from his hand. Gabriel grumbled, voice a low growl, as he gently ran the brush over Impala's other side, "Complicated. Brush the horse, easy as pie..."
Sam stepped back with a quiet chuckle. Impala turned to look at him and he took the opportunity to run a hand gently over the side of her neck, to pet her face. "Feels good getting your fur all straightened out, huh?"
She nudged forward into his hand and he didn't deny her, giving her another good pat before checking on Gabriel's progress. With another sigh Sam stepped up to the Beast's side, placing a hand on Gabriel's paw to pause his movement. Sam felt him tense at his side but ignored it, lifting their hands up together and guiding the brush strokes. "You gotta smooth the fur down in one smooth motion from her neck," he instructed quietly. The paw beneath his hand was warm, Gabriel like a line of heat at his side, so much like it had felt when he'd been wrapped up in the oversized cloak so many days ago. The longer they stood together brushing Impala, the more the tension eased out of Gabriel, hand and arm no longer stiff under Sam's touch. He wondered what had possessed him to possibly grab hold of this being, this person who could be so frightening and dangerous - had shown himself to be so - without a second thought. But now that they were working together, surrounded in comfortable silence, Sam found he was glad, just this once, that his body acted without the express permission of his brain.
Impala's side was brushed out, fur shiny and smooth again, and Sam looked up at Gabriel, a smile on his face. It was always calming, taking care of Impala, and this time hadn't been any different in that. Gabriel gave a small smile back before stepping away, letting Sam take hold of the brush. "Wasn't so hard now, was it?"
"Guess not, kiddo," Gabriel said with a wink as he backed out of the stable. Sam shook his head at the nickname, turning back to Impala. He'd stay in the stables a bit longer before going in.
The door squeaked open behind him but Sam heard the shuffle of Gabriel's feet pause. A moment later, that warm voice - another thing he was still getting used to, how Gabriel could sound like that - sounded in the quiet of the structure, "Will I be seeing you at dinner?"
It sounded casual, like Gabriel couldn't care less either way, but Sam still heard what he'd almost call hope. And it certainly wasn't the roared demand he'd been given his first night here. Looking over his shoulder, Sam gave Gabriel a nod, "Gotta eat sometime. May as well do it with you." He punctuated the sentence with a wink of his own, voice light and teasing. Eating alone in the castle gave him too much time to dwell and he'd already promised himself he wouldn't break his word a second time.
Gabriel nodded in acknowledgment before walking out of the stables, crunch of snow beneath his feet dimming with distance. Letting out a long breath, Sam turned his attention back to Impala who was looking at him in her own, knowing way. He guessed it made sense, owning an all-too-knowing horse and then somehow ending up in an enchanted castle. His life couldn't get any weirder.
***
Sam was walking past the main room after breakfast with Gabriel when something new caught his eye. On the small table beside the large chair, where he'd helped to patch up a wounded Gabriel, was a book he'd never seen before. In fact, Sam hadn't seen any books at all in the past three weeks he'd been living at the castle. Curiosity - and maybe a little boredom - got the best of him and instead of heading back out into the snow to spend the day with Impala, he sat in the chair and hesitantly reached for the hard covered book, still wary of something popping out at him in the enchanted castle.
It fit in his hand, a welcome and familiar weight even though he'd never read this particular novel before. The sound of his fingers skimming over the rough cover and through stiff pages was like music to his ears; like sweet oxygen filling his lungs after he'd been on the edge of drowning. He settled back comfortably into the seat, the fireplace crackling soothingly in front of him, with a soft smile on his face as his eyes ran over the words and immediately sucked him into the story before him, completely unaware of pleased amber eyes watching him from the other side of the room.
***
He'd finished that first book within hours, going back to reread it again the next day during a stroll outside on the grounds. He hadn't expected Gabriel's company, but found he wasn't opposed to it when he heard the Beast's feet crunching in the snow beside him.
"What's that?" were the first words out of Gabriel's mouth and Sam couldn't help but turn to him, brow raised. "A book," he answered with an amused smirk. Gabriel rolled his eyes, large elbow nudging Sam's arm. "Alright, funny guy. You know what I meant."
Sam shrugged. "I found it on the table by the fireplace yesterday. Couldn't put it down once I started reading it. Was gonna reread it later."
"Must have been really good," Gabriel commented lightly, and he was still getting used to how they could just talk to each other now. Like they were working their way to being friends. Or, at least he hoped that was where they were heading. With how Gabriel joined him outside on his walks with Impala and their meals spent together, it certainly seemed to be.
Tucking the book into a hidden pocket on the underside of his cloak, Sam shrugged again. "It was entertaining. And I like reading, so..."
He missed Gabriel's pleased smile as he leaned against one of the many large trees on the castle's grounds. Gabriel stopped with him and Sam had an idea on what they could do for the day, since it seemed he wouldn't be rereading his book just yet. With a smirk, he bent forward and scooped up some of the cold snow in his hand.
"What are you doing down there?" Gabriel asked, smirk clear in his voice that Sam was looking forward to wiping off.
"Nothing much," Sam answered as he straightened, pushing off the tree and backing away slowly. Just as recognition dawned in widening amber eyes, Sam pulled back and threw the snowball forward. The moment it hit, splattering over Gabriel's chest, Sam took off, running back the way they'd come, kicking up snow behind him. He heard the sound of massive paws crunching the snow from behind right before a ball hit the back of his shoulder. Stumbling forward under the force, he laughed and turned to look over his shoulder, eyes glittering. Gabriel was gaining on him so Sam bent down to get more snow even as he sped up, using his long legs to his advantage - even if the one doing the chasing was taller than him.
Running behind another large tree, Sam panted and pressed his back against the rough bark, poised to attack when Gabriel reached him. He strained to listen to the snow being stomped on, waiting until it got closer. Suddenly the sounds stopped and all he could hear was the wind breezing through the trees, birds chirping merrily around them while his heart sped up. Peeking past the side of the trunk, snow-filled hand lowering to his side, Sam spluttered in surprise at the burst of cold across his face. Gabriel laughed, thunderous rumbling that Sam hadn't ever heard before and it shot a tingling warmth through his chest until Sam found himself joining in, dropping his snow to the ground. He tried to wipe the snow from his face - his brows and lashes were gritty and cold with it - and Gabriel chuckled at him some more, pulling him closer.
"Here," he said, clearly amused at the sight Sam made, before he used the edge of his cloak to get rid of all the remaining snow. When he was finally dry, Gabriel's paw unwrapped from around his arm and Sam took a small step back. "Thanks."
"Save it," Gabriel said, though the words held no heat as he smiled down at Sam. "Just don't need you getting yourself sick again 'cause you'll be on your own. I certainly won't be carrying you up those stairs again."
"Sure you won't," Sam scoffed, shaking his head. Gabriel spread his arms out wide like a 'you wanna bet?' but Sam didn't care. The man took care of him for days after he'd run away. There was no doubt in Sam's mind that Gabriel would be willing to do so again if it was necessary. The knowledge left him feeling light and never failed to put a smile on his face when he really thought about it.
Leaning back against the tree, Sam waved a farewell to Gabriel when the Beast told him he needed to get back to the castle. He watched the man walk until he couldn't see him anymore before sliding down the tree, knees pulled up to his chest and boots planted flat on the ground. His cloak kept him warm even through the chill of snow beneath him and he grabbed the book from its pocket, resting it on the top of his knees as he cracked it open.
By the time it started getting dark, he'd finished it for the second time and decided to call it a day. The castle was warm and he shook the snow from his boots before stepping fully through the entrance, the large door shutting surprisingly quiet behind him.
"Hey Cas," he greeted, smile on the shy side as the coat rack took his cloak, still unused to having all these things done for him rather than by him.
"I trust you had a pleasant walk," Castiel replied with a smile clear in his wide blue eyes.
"You could say that," he chuckled, images of his and Gabriel's impromptu snowball fight swirling in his head.
They walked together until they reached the main room, fire roaring once again in the large fireplace, warmth emanating from the flames and sending a shiver through his body at the change in temperature. Sam looked at the table beside the chair and he hadn't realized how much he'd been hoping to see a new book until he found none. Shoulders hunching just slightly forward, Sam gripped the book in his hand tighter between his fingers. It was still better than nothing.
"Are you alright, Sam?" Castiel asked, looking up at him in concern. He shook his head at how ridiculous he was being and sent his friend a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired I guess. I'm gonna," he gestured towards the stairs with a nod of his head, "lie down for a bit until dinner. See ya later."
Castiel nodded and Sam heard him shuffling out of the room him as he made his way up the stairs. The suits of armor leading down the corridor no longer caused the hair at the nape of his neck to stand on end but he was sure their heads still swiveled on occasion to watch as he walked past. Pushing into his room, Sam set the book down on his way to the bathroom with the urge to splash some water on his face after all the time spent outside that afternoon. The water felt good on his skin, warm and clean and he almost decided to take a shower before the desire to lie down became too strong to ignore. Blinking blearily at the mirror, Sam dried off his face and left the bathroom. He toed off his boots, intent on lying on the bed and sleeping until Nancy or Crowley or Castiel - or maybe even Gabriel if his host's temper was having one of its better days - came to get him for dinner. The thought of Gabriel getting him for dinner had his lips stretching in a small grin.
Just as he was about to all but collapse onto the amazingly soft comforter of his mattress, Sam saw what he'd been hoping to see downstairs. On the cherry wood nightstand beside the bed - on its right, the side nearest the door - was another book. Thicker than the one he'd set on the dresser just minutes ago. It was ridiculous how excited the prospect of a longer read made him, but there was no stopping his small grin to widen across his face as he sat on the edge of the bed in front of the stand and took the book in his hand. He didn't know who was leaving him these books, whether it was Castiel or Nancy or a certain amber eyed beast of a man who was slowly but surely becoming one of Sam’s best friends, but he would be sure to find out. Whoever it was deserved a thank you and Sam would be sure to give it to them.
***
Another book appeared seemingly out of nowhere while he’d been out that afternoon with Impala and he’d been in his room reading since he saw it sitting on his nightstand. For the last month, new novels popped up in random places he generally frequented within the castle and every time it sent a wave of warmth through him. And it wasn’t just the books. It was that someone cared enough to give him these little gifts now and then. He still didn’t know who was leaving them, but he wanted to. Needed to ferret out who was leaving him these little treasures, granting him small smiles and good thoughts with each story. If it was Nancy or Castiel, he wanted to be sure his friends knew he appreciated it. If it was Gabriel, like he was steadfastly refusing to hope it was, well. That might make him even happier.
Lost in his thoughts and the words on the page in front of him, Sam didn’t hear Castiel come into his room. But the unmistakable aroma of something sweet and freshly baked refused to be ignored and Sam looked up just as the coat rack stopped in front of him, setting a plate down on the nightstand, careful to avoid the growing stack of books. Lips twitching into a smile, he placed his finger in his book to keep from losing his place. “Thanks, Cas,” he said, looking down at whatever treat was making his mouth water this time. His eyes widened in surprise and Sam bit his bottom lip, blinking against the absurd burning, water building behind his lids. It was a piece of pie, apple if the scent of cinnamon was any indication.
He was coming to enjoy living here. Rarely was he alone unless he wanted to be, and it was nearly impossible to feel bored in an enchanted castle. But his thoughts of Dean didn’t lessen and reading each new book brought that to the surface. Some days were better than others, but his brother almost always teased him about how much of a geek he was when he got back from Anna’s and every new book he read only reminded him of that. But seeing his brother’s favorite dessert in the world sitting, still warm, on the table in front of him was nearly too much and Sam was suddenly horrifyingly aware that he might start crying in front of Castiel.
“Sam? Sam, what’s wrong?”
Castiel’s voice pierced through his thoughts and Sam blinked, tearing his eyes from the slice of pie. He shook his head, setting the book in his hands next to him on the bed to swipe at his eyes. “Sorry,” he choked in a failed attempt to keep his voice steady.
Suddenly Castiel was right in front of him, head shaking back and forth - and he could only tell by the way the coat rack’s blue eyes moved with the action. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he assured, looking straight in the eye, gaze unwavering. “I hadn’t realized how emotional pie could be.”
Sam barked a laugh at the small joke and Castiel’s eyes softened, swirling with relief. The room was silent except for an occasional sniffle until Sam got his screwy emotions under control and he sighed, embarrassed.
“It’s Dean’s favorite,” he offered quietly. Castiel gave a small nod, of acknowledgement or encouragement Sam wasn’t sure but he continued anyways, “Every time he goes to town, he always brings back an apple pie from the bakery. Eats enough for three people.” Running a hand through his hair, Sam sat back against the headboard of his bed. “I like living here, you know?” Castiel nodded again. “And I think that if I just… If I could just see him and know he was alright…”
Sam closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. “Sorry, it just sometimes all hits me at once. The books and then his favorite dessert… Just a bit much.”
“It’s perfectly alright Sam,” Castiel assured again, reaching back and picking up the plate from Sam’s nightstand. “I’ll send Nancy up with one of the muffins in the kitchen.”
Sam half-smiled and nodded. “Thanks Cas,” he said, voice soft and genuine. Even if Castiel didn’t say anything, just being listened to, getting it off his chest helped more than Sam expected.
“You’re more than welcome,” Castiel replied with a smile of his own before backing out of the room.
Alone once more, Sam looked to the book at his side and picked it up, flipping through to find the page he’d left off on. Nancy would be up with a muffin, and some tea to make him feel better more than likely, soon and he couldn’t think of a better way to pass the time until she showed up.
Part Three