Characters: Sam Winchester (SPN Canon), Castiel (SPN Canon) When/Where: Medical, Wednesday afternoon. Rating/Warnings: TBR/Mentions of injury/trauma.
"...passports..."
As last words went, that would have been a bizarre one, though Sam could think of worse. If he was thinking, which he presumed he was. Which meant he was alive, hopefully; or fully sentient in the afterlife. Which was always a possibility in his world. But then he wasn't in his world was he? The last thing he could remember clearly was Jason pushing said passport into his hand and closing his fingers around it. He knew he'd tried to protest, to say he wasn't about to abandon the other man on the dying Reaper ship, but he wasn't sure if he'd managed to vocalize anything.
Next thing he could pinpoint with any kind of certainty was hearing his brother's voice, that deep rumble unmistakable, sounding more and more like their father with each passing day. Sam hadn't been able to answer, but knowing his brother was there was comforting. They never needed much conversation anyways, and Dean hadn't sounded like he wanted a response, he was just letting Sammy know he was there, because that's what his big brother did. Some time later Castiel's voice had taken over from Dean's, the gravely tone as familiar and welcome as his brother's, and Sam could have sworn he felt a hand on his for a moment.
Unbeknownst to the younger Winchester, another twenty four hours passed, before finally he felt himself coming back to consciousness fully. There was an ache in his abdomen that let him know he was being given the good meds, as he wasn't in pain, just discomfort. He also noted that it was quiet, only indistinct background noises breaking the silence. Then there was the unmistakably clinical smell of a medical facility, but overlaying that was a soft, sweet scent that he couldn't quite place. Opening his eyes slowly, he allowed them to focus against the light, before lifting his head slightly to take in his surroundings.
It was your fairly standard hospital room, a small boxy cabinet stood level with the pillows, glass of water atop containing a little posy of flowers, and stationed either side of the bed were the awkwardly comfortable visitor chairs, one of which was occupied.