Seer 3: Fallen

Pieces I/II

Edges. We're always so close to them. All of us. Sometimes we even fall off. But there's always at least one left, to pull us back.

The Winchesters, and our wayward angel. Four peices of a whole that fit together perfectly, yet so often are we divided. Broken into smaller pieces.

Years since we were truly united.
Now yet again, my brothers were at odds. I wasn't well. The only one normal for once was Castiel, caught in the middle. Now stuck with two broken Winchesters to look after.

It always hurt when the boys hurt each other. Made it hard to be grateful I had Sam, safe and sound. Made it hard to focus. Dean was out there in guilty pain, alone. It felt wrong. Things always felt wrong anymore.

I stared hard and long at the short stack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches meticulously prepared for me. Not interested. Too much was wrong. I felt it in the songs. Heard it the stones. Sliding down a hill into darkness. I couldn't shake it.

Cas didn't bother me too much. Because I wouldn't answer anyway.
But still, he considered himself my caretaker, and would bring me food when I was too downtrodden to get it myself.
"Dont tell me the sandwich is too alive," he said to me exhaustively.

"No..." I mumbled, hardly a moving my mouth.

He frowned, sad for me but weary of his own worry and said nothing more. Then took of the sandwiches for himself and sniffed at it before taking a small bite. I watched him grimace slightly, just as Sam was making his way down the stairs.

"Hey," he called to us.

"Tastes like...molecules," Cas said distractedly.

"What?" Sam chuckled, "what are you talking about?"

The frown deepened as he set the food back down and gave up on it.
"When I was human, you know I had to eat constantly. It was kind of annoying..."

I wanted to smile. Lips felt too heavy.

"Yeah, alot of human things are pretty annoying, " Sam agreed, taking a seat with us.

"But...I enjoyed the taste of food," Cas elaborated, "particularly peanut butter with grape jelly, not jam. Jam I found unsettling."

"So what, now you can't taste PB & J?"

"No I..taste every molecule..."

"Oh. Not the sum of the parts, huh?"

"Its overwhelming. Its disgusting..." Cas sighed, looking longingly at it, "I miss you PB & J."
He stood up and towered over Sam with purpose.
"We need to continue your healing. We're almost done."

I watched with minimal attention as he pressed healing fingers on my brothers head, noting an odd expression flick across his face.
Sam noticed it too.
"What?"

"Nothing," the angel said, hardly masking it.

Sam slapped his hand away.
"You're a terrible liar."

Pretty Bird was actually offended.
"That is not true. I once deceived and betrayed all of you."

"I already knew..." I mumbled. I stung him. On purpose. Why did I do that? I recoiled at the brief but hurt glance.

"Okay, that's not the point. Cas, what's wrong?" Sam exasperated.

"I noticed something. It's, uh... It's resonating inside you."

"...What?"

"Something angelic. Not unlike Hazel, actually. Just...more faint."

"Okay, uh, what the hell does that mean?" The Stone was getting anxious.