CW: Sam 'POV', 'Samifer'
TW: minor Gore(?)/Blood
Friday // 12:00 pm
Castiel sits and stares at his mangled up brother, loosely fixed with bandages and the uneven stitches made by Dean. Their chestnut brown hair sticking to their bloodied skin in an oily lather. Taking a rolled up moist cloth, the angel starts to dabbing away more blood, the wooden stool creaking gently underneath him as he does so. Starting with their forehead and cheeks. Gabriel's eyes were closed peacefully, like he wasn't in so much pain. The pain Sam gave him, what Castiel caused.
No, he can't blame himself now. Not when the crackled pale lips of Gabriel gently parted, slits of red and pink. Not when his brother was a wanted runaway. Not when he's broken and beaten more than the other could even imagine. Wiping away more blood and dirt from his brother's battered, tanned skin. A gentle frown stayed the blue-eyed angels face as he continued care.
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S. Winchester Residence - Friday // 9 am
"HE'S FUCKING GONE!"
The yell of Sam sent a shiver down Crowley's back, glancing over at the area against the wall which a lamp had previously shattered against.
"Let's calm down Moose," Crowley raised his eyebrows and stepped over the small, broken pieces on the hardwood floor. Gently crackling underneath Crowleys black snakeskin boots; guess he missed a few pieces.
Sam was far from calm, and the fury in his eyes sparked brighter when met with Crowley's hazel.
"I mean, there's plenty of fish in the sea," Crowley continued on, glancing away.
Stepping closer to grasp at the shorter man's dark paisley tie. Lifting it out of its cleanly tucked place behind the black coat layers and wrapped in Sam's squared, red fist. "Do you know how much time, energy, and fucking money I put into that angel?"
Crowley quieted down to stare at Sam. "A lot?"
"A whole damn lot." Sam growled and yanked at the tie, causing the man to hiccup to his toes. "And you're gonna help me find it."
"And if I don't?" Crowley raised an eyebrow.
"Not an option," Sam slowly shook his head, soft waves flowing through the air before settling perfectly down again.
The living room surrounding them stood as a mess. Sofas flipped inside out and upside down, chairs looking more like firewood pieces, lamp remnants very easily can be mistaken for dish fragments. The lightbulb on the ceiling flickered, peaking through the crack of the breast-shaped, matte flesh mount fixture. "Looks like it's a deal," Crowley huffed with a tight-lipped resigned smile, being let go of by Sam and taking a few steps past the man before brushing himself off from imaginary dust on his chest and adjusting his tie.
"I'll text you where to meet me," Crowley started to make his way towards the door, "after you put yourself back together that is," he then left. Leaving Sam in the middle of his own mess, the aftermath of another anger fit.
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'The Garden' - Friday // 10:26 am
"I've been waiting here almost an hour you know," Crowley pushed off from leaning against the brick wall as Sam was making his way up.
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