Grace And Soul [SPN FanFic] | Winchester Legacy I

Seven

It took a few hours and three cups of tea for Serah to feel stable enough to walk. Not far, but steadily. Jack and Clark had helped her walk to the kitchen while Cas prepared another kettle of his favourite tea for her. She wasn't really a fan of tea but she appreciated the effort.
She interrupt her thought when Cas came back.
"Caution, it's hot," he said when he poured some of the brown liquid in her cup.
"Thanks, Castiel," Serah said. "Hey, uh, can I ask you a question?" She turned around in her seat.
"Of course," he replied. "What is it?"
"These words... Do you have any idea what these mean?"
Castiel sighed. "We're not sure," he admitted. "But we assume it's an angel calling out for you. From the Empty."
"Oh," she said. "And the Empty is what exactly?"
"It's where angels go when they die. I was there and it's an awful, awful place."
"Oh yeah. So, that also works for archangels?"
"Don't get your hopes up. We don't know if it's Gabriel," Cas told her.
"But who else would try to contact me if it wasn't him?" Serah moved in her seat and crossed her legs. "This is him! It had to be him!"
Castiel sighed once again. "I know you want to meet him, but please don't get your hopes up."
Serah crossed her arms. "I mean. You're right. But so am I! Most of the angels don't know who I am!" She shook her head. "It has to be him!" Her eyes filled with tears and it felt ridiculous. She felt like an idiot. Crying over someone she didn't know. Life wasn't fair, and she wasn't ready to accept that yet.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Footsteps approached. "Hey, what happened?" Sam sat down on the chair next to her.
Serah swallowed her tears. "Nothing," she said. "I'm just a crybaby." She leaned to the side and rested on Sam's shoulder.
"You're not a crybaby, Serah," Sam reassured. "Today was an eventful and exhausting day. Your emotions must be all over the place." He wrapped an arm around her.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Don't be. It's okay to have feelings."
She closed her eyes, a hand - Sam's - brushing through the ends of her hair. He had really big hands. Like he could hold the world in his hands. It made her feel safe. Sam was such a protective guy like he cared actually cared for her.
She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. Then, she sat up properly and therefore distanced herself from Sam. "I'm okay," she said. "I calmed down."
Cas smiled encouragingly. "You're right," he said. "It's likely that it is Gabriel reaching out to you."
"This was about Gabriel?" Sam asked. His expression shifted from simply worried to very understanding. It wasn't just that. Serah couldn't quite pin it down, though. Something about it was just too hard to express in words for her. After a moment of thinking, she gave up. It wasn't her business, after all.
"To change the subject," Sam announced after a moment of awkward silence. "I've located Dean's phone. I don't think Michael is still having it on him but it's a start, I suppose."
Serah took a look at the address Sam had noted on his iPad. "You should go there now," she suggested. "As long as it's still there."
Cas nodded agreeing. "She's right. If we're lucky, he's still there."
"And then what?" Sam lifted himself from his chair. "Even if we find him, what are we gonna do? Get killed?"
Castiel sighed. "You're right. Did you hear anything about the egg?"
That's when Serah just got confused. She kind of got what happened to Dean and Michael and all of that, but an egg?
"Ketch said he's on his way, but he might need a day or two to arrive." Sam sighed. "Serah, how are you?"
Serah looked up at him. "Uh, better, I suppose. Still a little shaky, but more or less alright."
Sam smiled faintly. "You should get some rest. Drink your tea and then go to bed."
"Yes, mom," Serah laughed. Sam's smile grew as he dropped back into his seat.
"I can be your mom. You need one," he smiled.
"Wouldn't you rather be my dad?" Serah asked.
"Screw gender roles."
Serah smiled wide. Even though things weren't good, it felt like they were getting better. Serah was sure Sam would be a great dad. She lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. Still not a fan of tea, but she finished it. Politeness, and stuff. After the last sip flowed down her throat, she simply lifted herself up.
"Careful, careful." Sam held her and helped her to her room. Her legs still felt weak and getting up made her a little dizzy. She dug her nails into the fabric of Sam's shirt. Step by step they made their way to her room. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she dropped onto the mattress.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
"Any time again," he smiled. "You take a nap, Cas and I are out to look for Dean and-"
"Wait." Serah watched him. "You're going alone?"
"It's too dangerous for you to go, Serah. I don't want you to get hurt," Sam replied.
"I'm more powerful than Michael," Serah said.
"You can barely walk."
Serah pouted. "Still. I'll be fine. Just wait for me, okay? I promise it'll be fine!"
Sam sighed. "Fine. But only if you're really better."
Serah wrapped her arms around him. "You're the best!" she smiled.
"Don't say that," Sam replied. "I'm really not."
Serah didn't reply, she just pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Good night, Sam." She sank down in the pillow.
"Good night, Serah. Sleep tight." He got up, switched off the light and closed the door behind him, before Serah slowly fell asleep.