Finally

Chapter Four

(Sam's POV)

Sam walked through the halls of the bunker on his way towards the kitchen, planning on getting some lunch. As he nearly made it to his destination he was distracted by the hushed voices mixed with shouts coming from the library. Silently walking towards them, Sam hovered by the entrance, hoping to catch part of the conversation.

"Holy shit, Cas! Be careful!" shouted Dean in a concerned voice. It had been a few days since Cas had woken up, and he could limp around on his own for the most part, but Sam had noticed that Dean was still very cautious, making sure his friend didn't injure himself anymore.

"Sorry, Dean. I don't think you realize how hard it is to do this with one leg broken," stated Cas with a shaky laugh.

"My arm is broken," retorted Dean, seeming to know full well he was going to lose whatever argument they were having.

"You don't need your arm to stand up, Dean," smirked Cas with more confidence than his previous statement.

Sam laughed at his brother and friend as he rolled his eyes. He was truly glad that Dean was much happier than he had been in a long while. He still had the determination of keeping this, whatever this was, alive. Sam assumed it had to do with Cas, but he hadn't ascertained whether it was just the fact that he hadn't died and Dean hadn't lost another person he cared about, or if it was something more than that. Either way Sam was grateful to have his brother and friend in such a cheerful mood.

Smiling and shaking his head once more, Sam headed back towards the kitchen, his heart set on a salad. Sam was once again drawn towards the library, however, for his brother had resumed his conversation with Cas and they mentioned his name.

"Of course I do- dammit be careful! Wait. Shh. I think Sam is going into the kitchen. Should we try and get him to join?" asked Dean, his voice now a hushed whisper.

"Well, Sam did agree to selective participation, and we made space for him to participate. Perhaps we can convince him to join our activity."

"Exactly what I was thinking. One second. Sam!? Sammy?! SAM! SAM COME AND HAUL YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" shouted Dean through The Men of Letters' Bunker. He then whispered to Cas, "Do you think he heard me?"

"Yes, Dean. I think he heard you," laughed Cas. They both fell silent as if waiting for Sam to round the corner and come into the spacious library of The Bunker.

"Oh my God, Dean, what the hell do you wan- What the hell are you doing?" asked Sam, a look of shock and horror etched across his face as he rounded the corner he had previously been hiding behind. He knew they were up to no good, but he didn't expect to see them standing on chairs at the end of the library.

"You said you would 'selectively participate' in my activities, so Cas and I are inviting you to join," replied Dean innocently with cheesy smile playing on his lips.

"I thought you said you weren't going to act like five year olds," sighed Sam as he shook his head. He looked into the sparkling and pleading eyes of his big brother and sighed again, "I can't believe I'm going to agree to this. Fine, I will join your game, but you have to tell me the rules."