Behind Closed Doors

[S4] Listen to Your Heart

❝ I know there's something
in the wake of your smile,
I get a notion from the
       look in your eyes.⠀❞

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OMNISCIENT POV, 3RD PERSON
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{S4 E7}

HINT: Whenever I say omniscient in a story, I mean that this chapter will have multiple points in of views scattered through the story.
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[SAM POV]

It's October 31st, weeks after the brothers' run-in with Bobby and the Witnesses. In a small town, leaves crumble softly underfoot as children busy themselves with getting home, elated for the nightlife. They will dress up as their favorite characters and parade around the town in search for sweets. Unlike the others, Samuel Winchester works on a hunting case, as the supernatural doesn't stop for holidays; moreover, Halloween is every day for these brothers. It's been a while since both boys (Sam and Dean) worked a straight-forward case, so they've decided they should get back into the swing of things before taking on any big fish. At first, the brothers thought this was just a simple witch hunt, but with further research, they find each attack contributing to a summoning spell powerful enough to raise Samhain: the father of Halloween. They believe this witch is a girl by the name Tracy Davis, but when they checked her apartment, she turned up missing. The same information comes with friends as well; no one has any idea where the girl is. With the obvious a bust, Sam decided it was time to dig deeper into the cheerleader's information to see if she could be anywhere else.

As for Dean, Sam has noticed that he's been acting differently. Of course distant, considering he's been to hell and back, but there's something else: he cannot pinpoint exactly what it is, but he's definitely hiding something; something important.

Pushing his thoughts aside, the tall brunette sighs as he jiggles his keys into the lock on their hotel room door, smiling slightly as it gives out a satisfying click. His older brother follows close behind as he walks into the room: jumping a little in surprise, Sam doesn't expect what he sees. Sitting on his older brother's bed is a man about the same age as Dean, staring at the wall as if to study the paint. His hair consists of unkempt ebony clumps and his shoulders are draped in a tan overcoat. He doesn't even flinch as the startled man instinctively whips out his gun and releases the safety lock.

"Who are you?!" The hunter growls aggressively, pointing his pistol at the back of the figure's head without a second thought.

"Sam! Sam wait!" His frantic brother calls out from behind him; yet Sam keeps both his eyes and the nozzle trained on the trench-coated man. Gently, Dean puts a hand on his brother's shoulder whilst the other lowers the gun in his hands. "It's Castiel... the angel."

Slowly, Sam's face gaps in realization: No way, this cannot be the angel Dean was describing. Angels are supposed to be god-like, with blinding glowing light and brilliance, right?

His gaze flits from his brother's savior to a figure standing in front of the closed window. A shiny brown head holds still above jet-black clothing as he stays unmoving. Dean narrows his eyes cautiously next to Sam. "Him, I don't know."

At that moment, Castiel stands up and turns towards the brothers before his oceanic eyes rest on Dean momentarily. They share a brief gaze until he shifts his view to Sam. His voice breaks the air, gruff and monotone: "Hello, Sam."

"Oh my God," Mystified, Sam practically whispers whilst lost in a state of wonder. Quickly realizing what he said, he blushes embarrassingly as he tries to right his mistake: "Erm—Uh, I didn't mean to— Sorry." Sam takes a minute to breathe before letting the rest of the words tumble out of his mouth: "It's an honor, really. I-I've heard a lot about you."