Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

The Good Within

You didn't know where you were, but it was actually rather nicely decorated. Cas had told you to stay in that room for ten minutes, then to go into the room next to you for him to begin. You were scared out of your mind and wanted the boys to come save you from him. You pulled your legs up next to you and cried. A man with black hair and striking blue eyes came in, freezing when he saw you. Your shoulders were shaking with silent sobs and he couldn't help but feel sorry for you. He hadn't seen a human since he was last out of the Cage and he wanted to speak to you. Moving silently to you, he sat down on the couch beside you. At the dip in the couch, you grabbed the blade hidden in your boot and held it to the new man's throat.

 "Please, I mean you no harm. I only wish to know who you are and why you're here," he said. You stuttered a moment before dropping the blade. "Matt Cohen, oh, my God," you murmured. "Wait, snap out of it. This is... um, God, I'm so sorry, it's just... Michael is your name, isn't it? Either that or John," you offered, mouth still hanging open. "Yes, I am Michael in John Winchester's body. That Adam boy was so young and weak," he replied coolly. "Are you good?" you asked hesitantly. "I am still an angel, so I would like to believe so," he said. "Can I—I have to go—I'm scared and I could—Can I have a hug?" you finally asked after many attempts. He cocked his head. "A hug, it is a human thing, is it not?" he inquired. You nodded, but he opened his arms awkwardly anyways. You went to him and buried your head in his chest. His arms were still straight out, so you folded them around you. "Jesus Christ, I'm practically hugging Matt Cohen," you mumbled. Your watch beeped and you reluctantly let him go. "I hope I see you again, Mat- I mean, Michael. Thanks for the hug," you said nervously. Walking over to the door, you paused inches from the handle. You took a deep breath and ran in before you could change your mind.

It was just another room. Castiel was in a chair by a window. "Sit on the bed," he instructed. You did as told, almost in tears again when he walked over to you. He pressed you gently back until you were lying down and he cupped your face in his hands. "Close your eyes and hold onto my hand, I don't want this to hurt you, but it might just a bit," he explained. You gingerly took his hand and he pushed his hand into your stomach. 

To say it hurt a lot was an understatement. It burnt like every molecule in your body was being ripped apart, put back together, then made to catch fire all at once. You screamed in agony and squeezed his hand tightly. He pushed his hand in deeper and it hit something inside you, making the pain disappear. He pulled it out quickly and whatever it was was glowing brightly. "Do you agree to letting me have this grace that has been in your body since birth, thus making you a human henceforth?" he asked loudly. "I do," you said, shocked at his word. He quickly said some words in a different language and it turned an even more brilliant blue. He dropped it in a clear mason jar and screwed on the light. His thank you was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

"Then he grabbed me and pulled me into the Cage with him. I've been here with Lucifer ever since. It's been lonely with only my egotistical brother to talk with. I do wish you would stay, but I don't want to confine you here with us or to restrain you from doing good in the world. Maybe when you wake up, we could be friends. Even if you are so much my lesser, I would like to make your acquaintance." You opened your eyes to see Michael sitting on the foot of your bed, mindlessly talking to no one in particular. "Michael?" you asked. He turned to see you. "You're alive," he stated. "Why wouldn't I be?" you asked. 

"What he did was dangerous and reckless, and only one other person has ever lived through it. So I am surprised you are awake so soon. It's only been three weeks," he replied. You sat upright and immediately wished you hadn't. You leaned over the side of the bed and vomited all over the floor. Michael snapped his fingers and it was clean. "Thanks, Mikey," you said, leaning against the headboard. "I like that nickname. Nicknames are so human, aren't they? I rather enjoy them," he rambled. "Three weeks, you said?" you said with a sigh. He nodded and you put your hand over his. "Michael, I need to get to the Bunker. Can you get me there?" you asked. He smiled at you and nodded. "He told me to send you home once you awoke. But I don't think you're ready for the trip," he said slowly. "Don't care. I need to go home, Michael. I'm gonna get you out of here, then you can come live with us at the Bunker, 'kay?" you promised. He smiled and touched your shoulder.