[Fic] "Beauty is More Than Skin Deep"
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It all started when Sam and Dean went out into the swamps nestled in the less populated areas of Florida to investigate the case of children being kidnapped by fiendish-looking creatures. The few witnesses had been unable to supply anything more useful than that. It should have been rather straightforward: gank the culprit and rescue the kids, if they were still alive.
Things couldn’t have gone more wrong.
The monstrosities themselves were not too bright, merely following orders given to them by a trio of old crones living in the swamps. These women were skilled in magic, and honestly, after dealing with them, Sam would have preferred being locked in a room with a horde of vampires waiting to sink their fangs into his flesh.
The crones were not too happy with the children being liberated and expressed their rage by casting their magic at Sam. At first, it only caused him to grow weak and collapse onto his knees, but it did not end there. Sam let Dean go ahead to drop off the kids with their families while he retired at their motel room.
His skin was tingling uncomfortably, and soon it felt like his flesh was on fire, which dug up up memories of the Cage that he had long filed away, never to touch again. He had to reassure himself that Lucifer was still trapped and he would be unable to torment him again. He passed out on the bathroom floor from the pain, his last thoughts believing that he was dying because of the sheer agony.
When Sam finally came to, he found himself lying on one of the twin beds, Dean sitting expectantly on the other one. As he started to move about, his older brother immediately rose up and came to his side.
“Um, hey man, how are you feeling?” Dean was avoiding making eye contact for some reason.
Sam considered the question. His skin was not in pain, which was an improvement from before, but his throat felt scratchy. Before he could manage to utter a response, he heard a flutter of wings and Cas appeared by his brother’s side.
Not that Sam was unhappy to see their angelic friend, but why was he here? The two of them normally handled cases on their own and only brought Cas in if there was an unexpected complication.
Sam rubbed his throat idly and froze when it did not feel like smooth skin. Horrified, he looked down and saw scales everywhere. Over his chest, throat, and arms. His fingers were replaced with sharp claws.
“What the fuck-!?” Sam shouted, but what actually came out of his mouth was a loud, ear-numbing screech. He saw Dean wince and plug his ears with his fingers, though Cas showed no discomfort. Considering the volume of his true voice, the noise that emitted from Sam’s mouth was probably nothing to him.
“Maybe it would be better if you do not speak for the moment and I convey your thoughts to Dean. I apologize for the invasion of your privacy, but I believe this would be the easiest way for you to communicate until we can find an alternative.”
Sam could barely concentrate on Cas’ words; he was too focused on what had happened to him. He did not appear to be human anymore.
What the hell happened to me? he exclaimed.
“It appears that you have been cursed into the form of a siren.”
Sam remembered reading about sirens in Homer’s Odyssey. Once they cleared the Oceanus river and entered back into the open sea, Odysseus heeded Circe’s warning that if he did not follow her precautions against the sirens, their song would carry his men to a watery death. And so, the Ithacan king ordered his men to plug their ears with wax to block out their luring voices and had himself tied to the mast.
But there was nothing enchanting about the horrendous sound that came out of Sam’s throat. How exactly could that fool men into drowning themselves? Unless they chose it as a way to escape from the noise.
“I thought sirens were beautiful ladies that lured sailors to their death? No offense, Sammy, but you’re no lady. Hey, don’t give me that look, I read occasionally,” Dean added when Sam scrunched his face at him in surprise.
“The myths are just embellishments. The actual sirens were much more frightening and not gender exclusive,” Castiel enlightened them, shattering both of the Winchesters’ understanding of the creatures. Sure, Sam knew that the old myths were not always accurate and took them with a grain of salt, but he did not think that they would be this far off.
Cas rambled off in explanation about the background of the sirens, saying it was just another experiment by God after the mess that were the Leviathans. Why God had such a fascination with creating terrifying and vicious beasts, Sam had no idea, but who was he to question Him.
Sam locked himself inside the bathroom. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror above the sink, not really listening as Dean assured him from the other side of the door that he would find the bitch who’d cursed him and gank her..
He was hideous, Sam thought to himself, scowling. He tightly gripped the edge of the counter as an alternative to smashing the mirror with his fist; the motel would not appreciate him damaging their property.
He almost had a heart attack when he saw Cas’ reflection in the mirror. Of course, locked doors meant nothing when you were an angel of the Lord.
“Sam, you are still one of the most beautiful human beings I know. This temporary form is not part of your identity.” Cas offered him genuine words of support. The gesture meant a lot to him, although Sam knew there wasn’t anything attractive about his current state. He would have thought Cas was flirting with him if he didn’t know the angel was so naive when it came to human expression.
Not that Sam would mind if Cas did flirt with him. He had never told Dean that he was bisexual for fear of being endlessly teased, but he had dated a few men before he ended up with Jess at Stanford.
Cas’ vessel was certainly attractive, though the trenchcoat hid most of his figure, and Sam was sure he has never seen blues eyes so bright before. Perhaps it was angelic grace leaking through. He knew that he would never have a chance with someone like Cas because he was an angel and Sam was nothing more than the boy with demon blood and Lucifer’s true vessel. It was the stain on his soul that he could never escape, marking him as unworthy.
But beyond physical appearances, Cas was a dear friend to Sam. He had stuck by their side all throughout the Apocalypse even though the act of doing so was rebelling against Heaven. It was nice to have someone other than his older brother that he could count on. At the end of the day, Sam would rather keep his friendship than mess it up by trying anything romantically because it would surely be a recipe for disaster.
Umm, thanks , he offered dumbly.
“You are most welcome,” Cas replied sincerely. With the conversation over, Sam expected him to leave, but instead Cas remained inside the bathroom, staring at him in the mirror. Sometime he and Dean really needed to give him some pointers about personal space.
When Dean returned with some food he grabbed from the local diner, Sam finally left the cramped space in the bathroom. His brother insisted on letting him unwrap the food, so he took the first foiled shape out of the paper bag and saw a burger which had to be for Dean. Sam pushed it aside and groaned when he found a fish sandwich inside the next wrapper.
Very funny, Dean , Sam thought sarcastically. Hopefully he would still be able to consume human food as a siren because he certainly had no idea what their diet was.
“Sam finds it amusing,” Cas supplied for him and he nearly slammed his head against the table in embarrassment. It was adorable but at the same time a bit frustrating.
Sarcasm, Cas, sarcasm. I was not being serious . It was too late to correct him. Dean was cackling loudly, sounding thoroughly pleased with himself. Sam slumped down into the nearby chair and took a tentative bite out of the sandwich, worrying that he would either gag on it or find the taste suddenly repulsive.
Neither happened, and Sam, grateful for small wonders, was able to finish up his meal without incident. Though to get some small payback at Dean for his joke, he tossed the balled up wrapper at his face. It bounced right off his nose and landed in his open cup of soda, causing Sam to chuckle softly as Dean scowled and tried to fish the wrapper out of his drink.
“Not cool, Sammy,” His brother scolded him.
After spending hours digging through the lore books, none of them had found anything of use. It appeared that there had been no precedent of a human transforming into a siren, so there was no spell to reverse it. With a heavy sigh, Sam slammed his book shut. Cas didn’t need to convey his thoughts for Dean to know what he was thinking.
“Don’t worry, we will find a way. We always do,” his brother attempted to comfort him, but Sam was not quite so optimistic. Maybe their luck had finally run out and he was going to be stuck like this. Sam could not hunt like this or go out into the world; his appearance would immediately draw the attention of others.
He could feel the semblance of a life that he had formed crumble around him. Perhaps he should have never left Stanford.
It was late into the night and there was nothing more they could do but sleep, since they could only re-read the pages of the books so many times before their eyes started weighing heavily from exhaustion. Apparently Cas had no plans of going anywhere, as he planted himself in one of the chairs while Sam and Dean climbed into their beds.
Sam’s nightmares of the Cage chose that particular night to resurface, as if it were not agonizing enough dealing with being a siren. It was always Lucifer in the form of Nick. Michael or Adam never made an appearance during these night terrors. Usually, the torture commenced immediately with the Devil breaking him piece by piece then reassembling him to start it all over again, but this time he had himself poised with his arms behind his back and was staring at him, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Well, look at you, got a new look. Got to say that I love the changes.” Sam was confused until he looked down at himself and realized that the scales had followed him inside his dream. He tried to scream, but not even an ear-shattering screech came out of him.
“What’s wrong? Catfish got your tongue?” Lucifer winked at him as if he had said the funniest thing in the world, but Sam found no humor in either his statement or his current predicament of reliving his moments in the Cage being used as a personal pinata for one pissed off archangel.
“I told you that we were MFEOs....Did you think that you were so great? Just because you managed to get a brief victory over me by taking back control? Nothing other than a monster would ever be made for a monster.” Lucifer grabbed him by the cheek and forced him to look at him. No matter how he struggled, the archangel’s grip was unyielding.
“Sam.”
He heard a much softer but deeper voice whisper into his ears, trying to ground him, but he could not stop struggling to get free. He had no clue whose voice it was, because the only other being he could see was Lucifer.
The archangel’s eyes narrowed as the voice called out his name again, as if he too could hear it.
“You might manage to escape from here, but you will never be completely free from me. When the time comes for your soul to move on to the afterlife, you will be returned to me,” Lucifer hissed.
As Sam cried out, the Devil’s form started to vanish and the whole nightmare around him crashed into nothingness.
When Sam finally came to, Cas was no longer seated in the chair, but had taken a place on his bed. He must have been the one calling out to him during his nightmare; he must have noticed Sam him tossing and turning or screaming out. Sam looked over to Dean to check whether he was still sleeping or not, and found him seemingly undisturbed.
Focusing back on his friend, Sam realized that his claws had dug into Cas’ shoulders and ripped through the fabric of his clothes, which had to be painful considering the blood that was leaking out and staining his trenchcoat, but the angel did not wince at all. He quickly withdrew his hold, apologizing for the injury he had caused.
“Do not concern yourself. You were not conscious at the time. I was the one that overstepped by trying to wake you, as I saw that you seemed to be experiencing some sort of night terror.” While Cas tried to dispel his worry, Sam still felt bad about inadvertently harming him.
No, it’s not your fault, you were just looking out for me. I appreciate that. But yeah, I was having a nightmare , Sam balled his fists so his claws dug into the palm of his hand and pushed them against the sheets of the bed.
“Would you care to talk about it? I heard that humans like to vent to one another about their problems,” Cas offers.
It was Lucifer...he was mocking me for being turned into this , Sam relents, looking down at himself, blue-grey scales still present.
“He is firmly trapped in the Cage with Michael and is unable to reach you. You are safe from him. I assure you, even if he had managed to find a way to get out, I would do everything in my power to ensure your safety.” Castiel is confident but Sam is not so convinced.
The angel had said himself that archangels were fierce and absolute, back when he had described the protection heaven afforded to prophets like Chuck. If anything, Lucifer had certainly demonstrated that he was persistent, not willing to back down immediately even if things were not going his way.
But what about when I die? , Sam looked down at his lap as he thought back to Lucifer’s threat of what awaited him in the afterlife. He had been lucky when Walt and Roy shot him that he had been allowed into Heaven even though he did not deserve it for the demon blood drinking and letting Lucifer free.
But what about next time?
What if he landed back in the Cage and not just Hell? Was he doomed to be eternally tortured by the Devil?
“Do you truly think yourself unworthy?” Cas tilts his head, questioning Sam’s self-doubt.
C’mon, Cas, isn’t it obvious?
“You have saved so many and sacrificed so much, isn’t that itself worthy of paradise?” Castiel cupped his hand underneath Sam’s chin and lifted his head up.
But I….
“You are not the only one to make mistakes. I have made numerous mistakes, yet God still considered me worthy of being brought back.” Castiel had been brought back twice, once when Raphael smote him and once when Lucifer killed him in retaliation for hitting Michael with a molotov of holy fire.
You’re an angel. I’m just a human , Sam protested.
“We are not infallible beings and we are not inherently better than humans.”
Sam had intended to stay in the motel while Dean investigated potential leads with Cas, but his brother found lore about a sea witch that supposedly held dominion over the ocean and all its creatures. There was a chance that, if they could find her, she would know how to reverse the curse that was placed on Sam. He pulled out a hoodie and kept it pulled over his head as he left the room to meet up with his brother and Cas at the Impala.
And how are we supposed to locate this sea witch? , he pondered as he situated himself into the backseat. Sure, since they were in Florida already, they could probably reach the ocean in less than an hour’s drive, but the ocean was enormous. She could be anywhere.
“We don’t necessarily need to find her, just one of her subjects. They’re bound to know her location.”
And what if they are uncooperative? , Sam started imagining several worst case scenarios.
“We will be very persuasive.”
“Don’t worry, Sammy, we got your back.” Dean must have felt left out of the conversation as he reassured him, looking at him through the rear view mirror. Sam wanted to believe in the same hope that his brother had, but his fears of permanently remaining this way prevented him.
Sam was still feeling pessimistic as the three of them strolled along the boardwalk. He wasn’t entirely sure what to keep an eye out for. He imagined that any sea dwelling creatures living amongst humans would be doing their best to blend in. On any other occasion being near the beach would be exciting, since they had never had normal vacations like this with their father and they hardly ever got to go to the beach for a hunt.
Cas stopped in front of the stall of a young woman with curly blond hair selling seashell jewelry. Sam noticed that she had a lot more signage than a normal vendor did.
“What’s wrong, Cas?” Dean asked as he paused and turned around to look back at the angel.
“This woman is not human,” he answered softly. The female vendor seemed to be alarmed by his words but while her mouth and hands moved rapidly, no sound came out of her mouth. After a few more hand gestures, Sam realized that she was signing in American Sign Language.
Let me handle this , Sam told Cas. He was by no means fluent in ASL, but he had done enough study at Stanford to be able carry on a basic conversation with the woman. He tugged back the sleeve of his hoodie to fully expose his scaly right hand. She appeared to be surprised by the sight, her eyes widening, but she did not recoil in fear.
Hi, my name is Sam. We were wondering if you knew where to find the sea witch? , Sam got right to the point; the faster the curse was reversed, the better.
Why do you want to know? , Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
I’m a human that was cursed into this form and I would like to return to normal.
She seemed to consider his request as she scanned over his features that were not obscured by his hoodie.
I would say that this curse was a massive improvement.
One of the most difficult aspects of sign language was judging someone’s tone. Posture and facial expression could help, but the vendor had such a mask of indifference that it was hard to tell whether she was being sarcastic or sincere. But Sam was betting on the former option. There was no way that her comment had been intended as a compliment.
Sam scowled and Dean immediately picked up on his displeasure.
“Do we need to fry a bitch?” He glared at her, hands on his hips.
Your threats will not work on me, land walker.
Then what do you want?
My voice back . At Sam’s questioning look, she explained, I’m a mermaid and I made a deal with a demon for a pair of legs to walk the land as I please. He took my voice as payment. At first it was fine, but now it has gotten annoying. If you return my voice to me then I will take you to Ursula. Wait, did she really just fingerspell “Ursula”? Were they suddenly inside The Little Mermaid?
Alright. Do you have a name for this demon? , Sam begrudgingly agreed to her request.
Sam got as many details as he could from the mermaid about the voice-stealing demon, relaying them to Cas so he could pass them on to Dean. He tugs the sleeve back over his hand as they walk away from the boardwalk and back towards the Impala.
After they had gathered the necessary supplies to summon the demon and contain it, Cas flew Sam out to bring back the mermaid to their motel room, to ensure that the demon really did return her voice and did not lie just to pacify them.
The demon, Wallace, was instantly bound by the devil’s trap that they had drawn on the floor as soon as he appeared. Dean performed the incantation while Sam observed silently and Cas stood protectively beside the mermaid.
“The Winchesters, of course. What do you want?”
Why does he know you? , she signed at Sam angrily, assuming that he was somehow in league with the demon.
My brother and I are hunters. We have quite a reputation in the community.
“A little fish told me that you took this woman’s voice. I want you to return it to her.” Dean managed a bit of humor in his demand.
“We had a deal. Sorry, but we don’t do refunds,” Wallace responded sarcastically. Dean expressed his displeasure by sprinkling some holy water onto the demon’s face, which caused Wallace to hiss as his face burned.
“Well, hate to break it to you, but you’re going to change that policy.” Dean stated firmly, tossing some more holy water for good measure. They were not going to listen to any argument from the demon.
“You think bullying me is going to get me to bend to your whim? Think again.” The demon tried to act tough, but Sam knew they all had their breaking points. It was just a matter of finding it.
“Dean is asking nicely. I will not be so polite if I have to step in.” Cas walked up so that he was standing beside Dean and glared at the demon.
“So, what is it going to be?” Dean spoke.
Sam was frustrated by his uselessness. His lack of human vocal chords meant he could not even utter a simple exorcism spell.
“And am I supposed to be intimidated by this cloud hopper? Maybe back in the day, but you have grown soft, Castiel, hanging out with these Winchesters. You might as well toss out your grace and call yourself human.” Wallace laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls of the motel room.
Sam didn’t agree with the demon’s sentiments, but he had to admit Wallace did have a point. Cas had indeed changed but, unlike the demon, Sam thought that change was for the better. Heaven was not as perfect as they had been led to believe, and the angels got their hands just as dirty as demons. Cas had started disobeying orders because he finally realized this. And he truly cared about mankind when most of the other angels merely viewed them as pawns or inferior beings unworthy of existence. Not that Sam was claiming humans were perfect because they were not, but Cas saw the good in them and that was what he fought for.
To Cas’ credit, he neither lashed out nor stabbed the demon with his angel blade when Wallace made the insulting remark. Instead, he stepped forward, leaving Dean’s side, until he was standing right in front of the demon and he looked down at him as he set his hands firmly on his shoulders.
“This cloud hopper still knows countless ways to make you rue the day you left Hell,” he hissed out. Sam could see the fear finally set in on the demon’s face, all pride and bravado forgotten.
Not too long after, Wallace finally caved and returned the mermaid’s voice. Cas ensured that she got to keep her legs as well. Once that was sorted, the demon was properly exorcised.
Sam heard a soft melody. It was the mermaid testing out her vocal chords. There was a wide smile on her face in joy over being able to use her voice again.
“I never thought that I would be able to hear the sound of my own voice again.” She let out a sigh of relief.
And now you know not to make deals with demons , Sam signed at her.
“I didn’t think it would be that bad, but you humans get so frustrated when dealing with someone who is unable to speak. I had people berate me and insult me for being unable to talk,” she said as she defended her actions.
“Okay, okay, are we good? Because I for one would like to have my brother back to normal,” Dean cut in impatiently.
“Alright. But if you thought getting my help was tough, good luck trying to convince Ursula to help you out. Nothing is without a cost, and you cannot threaten her like you did that demon,” she warned them.
It turned out the sea witch lived out in Mangareva, one of the Gambier Islands in French Polynesia, which had a population just barely over the thousand mark. The water surrounding the island was so pristine, unlike the pollution that plagued more populated shores.
Ursula’s eyes were the color of the ocean. She wore shells and other odd bits in her curly strands of dark brown hair, which, coupled with tattoos that seemed to radiate light, gave her an otherworldly appearance, making her stand out as a non-human.
She lived like a queen, which was little surprise for one that considered herself ruler over the oceanic domain. Her house was a mansion seated on the beach, providing a perfect view of the ocean.
“How charming.” Her voice was light like the sea breeze as she stared at Sam, lifting her body up from the couch that she had been reclining on.
“Can you fix him?” Dean demanded. Sam could understand his brother’s frantic urging, but he knew they had a better chance of her cooperating if they played nice, so Sam elbowed him in the side.
“Why should I? I have not done this to him, nor have I wronged him in a way that would require me to make reparations.” She spoke at a deliberately slow pace, letting each one of her words sink in. Dean’s expression fell.
“Please.” Cas’ tone was soft and pleading.
“Aww, aren’t you so sweet, wings?” Ursula teased lightly. Based off the nickname, Sam figured that she could tell Castiel was an angel.
“Your kind don’t normally care about the wellbeing of humans, so what is so special about this one?” She leered as she ran a finger down Sam’s face in amusement.
“Sam is a dear friend.”
“Nuh-uh, it has to be more than that. Friendships are so fleeting, they come and go just like the ocean’s tide. Any relationship worth its salt would mean much more.” She cast disbelief over Cas’ assertion. Dean shuffled awkwardly on his feet, growing visibly uncomfortable.
“I don’t understand.” Cas responds in naive innocence.
“I know he is no brother to you, unlike this other human, so what exactly is he to you? A lover?” Ursula batted her eyelashes at him as she made the bold assumption. Sam’s face flushed with embarrassment, and Dean had an expression to match. However, Castiel’s face remained hard as stone.
“No? What a pity. Well, aren’t you a peculiar one?” Ursula seemed more enamored with Cas than concerned for Sam’s predicament.
“Enough games. Turn Sam back to normal,” Castiel demanded.
“Or what?” The witch teased, poking the angel in the chest.
“I will smite you where you stand. You may be immortal, but that doesn’t make you unkillable.” At that response, Sam noticed that Ursula’s eyes narrowed. She finally seemed to regard Cas seriously.
“You are willing to go far for a man who is not your lover.”
“My bond with Sam is beyond your comprehension. Tell me, who do you have? You proclaim yourself Queen of the Sea but how many of your loyal subjects would actually give their life for you?” Cas turned the conversation around on her. Sam looked at his brother, who was equally as perplexed as him.
“You presume much,” she answered defensively.
“So have you. We could continue this conversation all day, but the real question here is whether you are willing to change back Sam or not,” Cas repeated. Thank God that Cas was on their side now because the angel was a force to be reckoned with. It would be a mistake to be fooled by that sweet face or naivety.
“Fine, if only to get you off my back,” Ursula sighed as she finally conceded.
The three of them were left waiting as the witch prepared the ingredients for the reversal spell. Cas supplied some more threats if the spell did not work out as promised.True to her word, for as much as you can trust a witch, the curse was reversed and Sam was returned to normal, all flesh and scale-free. Dean seemed visibly relieved and hugged him.
“Happy?” Ursula directed towards Cas, raising an eyebrow at his indifferent expression.
“Yes, thank you.” Trust Cas to be capable of switching back to being polite to someone just after he had threatened them.
“You’re an odd one, angel.” Ursula shook her head. It was the last thing she said before the trio left her estate and the Mangareva islands behind.
Cas decided to stick around for a little while longer rather than going back to whatever he was doing. Sam had tried asking about why he had not yet returned, but their friend had been strangely cryptic as of late. The past few days had been too frantic, so they decided to crash in a motel for the night instead of jumping onto a new case immediately.
“Thanks, Cas, for everything.” Sam placed his hand on the angel’s shoulders. Dean had already claimed a spot on the couch and was scrolling through the cable channels to find a program he liked.
“Anytime, Sam.” Cas smiled softly at him.
This time, Sam thought it would be much easier to sleep. However, Lady Luck did not favor him that night. He fell asleep easily enough, but rather than a peaceful dream awaiting him, it was yet another nightmare.
Nothing was amiss when it began, but soon enough his skin started to shed like a snake, and underneath lying in wait were the scales that he thought he was finally free of. Somewhere in the distance he heard loud cackling echo, though he was unable to see anyone through the thick layers of darkness.
“Just because you covered yourself with a new coat of paint does not make you any less of a monster, Sammy.” He recognized the voice of Lucifer taunting him again.
“You’re wrong,” Sam denied, shouting with all the air that he could muster with his lungs.
“Am I? Perhaps you’ve just deluded yourself because you cannot handle the truth.”
“You’re not real,” he says, more firmly this time. Sam repeated to himself that Lucifer was trapped inside the Cage and that he was safe from him. Cas had no reason to lie about that.
“Sam!” His name being called jolted him out of his nightmare. He was comforted by the sight of Castiel standing over his bed, bright blue eyes staring at him in concern. Sam’s skin was flushed and drenched in sweat.
“God, I wish these dreams would just stop.” At the moment, Sam did not care if speaking the Lord’s name in vain was blasphemy. He leaned forward to bury his head behind his hands.
“I could possibly help curb the dreams from happening when you sleep. The only disadvantage is that I have never done it before, but it is not beyond my power either.”
Normally Sam would be hesitant to accept such an offer, afraid of what might happen if Cas made a mistake, but he was so done with the awful dreams that he was willing to try almost anything for a chance to dispel them.
Thankfully, when Sam went back to sleep with Castiel’s assistance, he was met with more pleasant dreams.
Two additional weeks passed by, and still Castiel did not leave their company. Sam had not had any Lucifer-plagued nightmares since the angel worked his magic, much to his immense relief.
Hunting was so much easier with Cas at their side. He was extremely knowledgeable about different types of creatures and their weakness, and he was more powerful than a human. Dean was slowly starting to introduce him to more types of food, mostly the junk that he ate. Sam tried to do his part to also share the healthier stuff that his brother avoided.
Sometimes it was easy to forget amidst the hunts and the mundane moments sitting in their motel rooms that Cas was an angel, because he felt like a part of the family. Though, Sam supposed that family doesn’t always have to mean blood.
