Castiel is a better weapon (ofthursdays) wrote in campcretaceous, @ 2011-10-19 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | sam winchester (canon) : the_waywardson |
Who: Castiel and Sam Winchester fireinthesoul
What: Watching his dreams. Wondering what to do to help.
Where: Sam and Cas' cabin
When: Late Tuesday night
Warnings: Those are some bad dreams
Castiel had asked to be moved into Sam's room because he was worried. The young man's problems were so vast that even at his full power Castiel felt utterly out of this depth. He had done his best to keep Sam from being left to his dreams too long, often with Dean's help, but he was still required to wake Sam in a regular basis. He wondered, at times, how Sam could face the same thing over and over. Castiel wondered if, it he was required to go back there over and over, would be able to or would he do anything he could to ensure he'd never have to sleep again?
Castiel carried some of the blame for Sam's situation. He was too slow to question, too scared to act in time. Too foolish in leaving Ruby alive and too panicked to check what he was bringing up from the pit was complete. No. All the blame wasn't his but he had cost Sam a great deal. The least he could give him was his vigilance.
He sat by Sam's bed, his eyes on the young man. He was still and silent, his leg rested against the chair leg as he balanced himself in the dark. He sat and tried not to worry about the other Sam, the soulless Sam. He sat and tried not to worry about Ruby yet again undoing what he was trying to do. He sat and tried to do what his brother said he was needed for.
He sat waited until he was needed.