Misha Collins with some animals
one of these is not like the other
yeah, the one with the monkey is black and white
For mikastoygirl, who asked for a hurt/comfort Sastiel fic. I hope this is okay omg. This is my first time writing Sam x Cas ; U ; Thanks for participating in Jina’s Baby Ackle’s Gift project! :D For those who’s interested in joining up, click here.
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The night before, it was coughing.
Uncontrollable, rough coughing.
Cas knew there was blood in the tissue Sam used to wipe his mouth, but the man had crumpled it far to quick for him to get a good enough glimpse.
At three in the morning, it was a temporary paralysis.
Cas knew because, despite the newly stitched wound in his side, he didn’t sleep. The heavy breathing of mid hyperventilation, an undecipherable fear of a heart beating so fast the thuds sound like a crumpled track, tumbling over each other like a quickly building avalanche. Sam broke out of it before Cas could even stir his grace into existence.
It is six in the morning, during the fringes of a sunrise invisible with the bunker’s depth from open air. At six in the morning, Sam’s having a heart attack.
Cas runs to where Sam has collapsed on the floor, scarred hands clawing at his shirt and clutching the skin of his chest, eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted in visible, agonizing pain. Cas cradles the Winchester’s head, pushing away the stubbornly curled fists and smoothing his palm onto Sam’s chest, ignoring the desperate fingers scratching his hand. Cas curls against Sam’s writhing body, whispering softly like a higher power giving creation, a cradle, rocking back and forth as his grace dances into his fingertips and melts into Sam’s fibrillating heart, embracing it, calming it like the soft push and pull of pleasantly moving waves. Sam slowly softens within his arms, frightened grip loosening into gently hanging fingers, eyes blinking up at the tessellated ceiling as he breathes into his parted lips.
“Was—” Sam mutters between gasps of air, “Was that Enochian..?”
Cas’ lips moves against damp strands of hair. “Yes.”
“What did it mean..?” he whispers.
Cas smiles, and Sam feels it.
“One cannot purify who is of untainted heart.”
Sam Winchester, you are already pure.
#that moment from 7.01 is one of my favourite on the show #the kind of forgiveness and understanding he extends towards a being that sent him spiralling into insanity #just amazing #frighteningly amazing even#because as much as sam winchester is able to forgive based on his own experiences and spiral into darkness #he can forgive too much
your soul is the air beneath my wings
redemption is unnecessary