Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

6. Healing Sam Winchester

Dean, somehow, managed to get to him before Cas did.

"S-Sam?" he yelled in a curious horror as he stepped over his brother who was slowly retreating into a sort of crouched, fetal position on the floor. Dean's eyes grew wide with the kind of terror I had never dreamed of seeing in his eyes. The terror burned into fiery anger when they flicked to me. "You! What the hell did you do to him!"

"M-Me? I didn't—" I stuttered, at a loss for words. This looked awful, really bad. It was too clean, too obvious, that I might've tried to murder him. There was no way they were going to believe otherwise. I might even have to fight them to leave, two against one. And the two happened to be the best hunter the world had seen in centuries and an angel.

My heart was beginning to start up and my palms get sweaty as panic slowly rose in my stomach and settled heavy on my chest.

"Him!" I pointed at Cas. "He said it was okay!"

Cas was moving just as quickly, an expression on his face mingled between guilt and the need to stay focused. His lips were moving quickly, like he was recounting all the ingredients he smelled earlier and trying to find fault in them.

Sam's screaming was getting louder and it made us all jolt. His screams only got worse and worse and it felt like a countdown to something foreboding. His eyes squeezed shut and I felt my heartstrings pull when he screamed, "Dean!" like he was positive Dean knew what to do. Like it was law. Just as the sun went up when it turned morning, Dean knew what to do when things went to shit.

Dean knew it too, and it seemed to only drive him just a bit crazier.

He was bearing a tortured expression like he knew a thousand and one ways to help him that would not work now. His brother was slipping through his fingers, mere inches before him, and he was sitting on his thumb.

It seemed as every second passed, Sam's pain rose by tenfold. At one point, his eyes flicked open as he breathed a loud gasp that echoed throughout the room, as the pain must've heightened to a foul level, one that he couldn't bear. He began to seize, and as I watched his body convulse in agony, I did not know how I knew it but I knew it as surely as ever—he was going to die.

Cas's face had changed. The muscles in his face fell and his narrow eyes widened just a little like a bucket of ice cold water fell on him. Whatever it was that helped me realize that Sam was going to die had made him come to the same conclusion. He moved robotically towards him, pushing Dean out of the way without moving his eyes from Sam.

"I need to heal him now," he managed to say it in his unsettling way of sounding urgent as ever but forgetting to match his face to the tone. Dean moved immediately, watching quietly, looking like he was trying not to whimper his brother's name.

I'd known them for less than a day and yet. It was painful watching this, seeing Sam writhing in pain, watching Cas attempt to be useful amidst what was clearly a panic episode, and worst of all Dean, who was falling apart as I watched.

Something stirred inside me. You have magic powers! And in the same second I was on my knees beside Cas.

"I-I can help." I told him, watching him.

But he didn't even give me so much as a look. "No, you can't." He was moving quickly, muttering something guttural and wonderfully foreign under his breath, hands moving to and from Sam's sides, his head, his chest, his abdomen.

And so I acted on impulse.

There was a faint tremble in my hand when I put it where Sam was clutching the hardest. I closed my eyes and tried to focus hard on feeling something, anything that would help me tell what I was supposed to do. And there it was—familiarity. The thing that came out of Cas and into me, bright, bold, heavenly and cold, I felt it everywhere and all over Sam. Like Cas was leaving traces, loose ribbons of it all over him and they needed tying. I began to finish were Cas left off in all the areas that needed work. Cas at first moved back to his stomach, but turned to his head again when he saw that it was finished. He touched his forehead momentarily and I did the same, helping. Cas looked at me for a moment and it was as if he broke concentration for a second to really take me in. But the attention he gave me vanished immediately.