Sam's soulless body emerged in the field, next to Castiel.
"Where am I?" Sam asked, though he was speaking Enochian.
Castiel worried that Sam had been down there so long that he'd forgotten English.
"This is the field where you jumped into Hell," Castiel spoke Enochian as well, "Do you remember anything?"
"No."
"Can you speak any English, Sam?"
"I...no," Sam said, "What happened?"
"I dragged you out of Hell."
"Why?"
"I wanted to...I had to, because I love you, Sam."
Castiel helped Sam relearn English. He was grateful for that. So grateful, in fact, that he did what soulless Sam does best: slept with the angel. Of course, Castiel erased any memory of the sex, though never forgot it himself.
It was only after feeling for Sam's soul that Castiel realized why Sam had acted so strange. Guilt washed over the angel and he cried. He'd left Sam's soul in Hell, to be tortured by Luci.
The angel was desperate: dealing with a demon, breaking down the wall that blocked out Sam's memories of Hell. All because he didn't want to interrupt Dean's "apple pie" life, wanted his friend to be happy.
All that time, Sam never gave up on Castiel, like Dean did.
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Sastiel Through the Seasons
FanfictionCastiel had been observing Sam for years, even before the angels came to Earth. Seeing the boy was one thing, meeting him was another.
