Fallen

Chapter Nine

Sam sits in his seat quietly as Cas explains everything to him. The truth about his parent's death, angels, vessels, Michael and Lucifer.

"I was praying I was just going crazy, that none of this could actually be true." Sam mumbles, his head in his hands.

Dean furrows his brows and sits in front of his little brother. "What do you mean, Sammy? How much did you already know?" He asks, softly.

"The voice in my head told me it was an angel. It didn't say it was Lucifer. It just said it needs me to give consent for it to enter my body. I can hear him all the time you know," Sam's voice shakes. "Even now. I just don't understand, why me? I'm a thirteen year old boy with no religious bone in my body, so why me?"

"It wasn't meant to be you." Cas speaks. "Everything's going to be okay, Sam. Just don't say yes to him. We're going to sort this all out." 

The angel walks up to Sam and brings two of his fingers up to Sam's head, causing the boy to move his head away in panic.

"Hold still. This will let a part of my grace into your mind so I can help you stop hearing Lucifer." 

Sam hesitates, but he stays in position and holds his breath as Cas uses his mojo on him. Sam's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, but then instead closes it and flings his arms around Cas.

"Thank you so much." Sam croaks, tears running down his face as he pulls away. "For the first time in a long time, my head feels a little clear."

Cas smiles and looks over at Dean, who's eyes are also watery.

"Yeah, thanks, Cas. Seriously." Dean says, his lips tugging slightly upwards and his eyes soft.

Later, Cas and Dean lay on Dean's bed, Dean staring up at the roof while Cas stares at him.

"Do you really think Sam's going to be okay?" Dean whispers and turns to face his angel.

"I already promised you he will be." Cas replies, running his fingers through Dean's hair and massaging his scalp.

Dean closes his eyes, a small moan leaving his lips.

Cas smirks. "Control yourself, Winchester."

Dean grabs Cas' jacket and pulls him in closer, their lips just brushing against each other.

"Dean..." Cas trails off as Dean's lips moved along with his. 

Cas flips Dean to his back and gets on top of him, kissing his jawline and slowly moving down to his neck. He lightly sucks a bit of Dean's flesh and then runs his tongue along the mark he leaves, leaning back for a moment and admiring his hard effort until he pulls back in and continues bruising Dean's skin.

"C-Cas, you're k-killing me here." Dean manages to splutter out between short and quick breaths.

He throws his head back and bucks his hips upwards, groaning as he feels Cas hard above him, the friction making them both go crazy.

Sam swings the door open and practically runs inside the room. "Dean, when's dinner rea...ahh!" He covers his eyes with one hand.

Cas and Dean fling apart in an instant, both completely flustered.

"There's a thing called knocking. Use it!" Dean shouts, avoiding all eye contact.

Sam crosses his arms. "Sorry...I'm hungry."

"I'm not your maid, Sam."

Sam shrugs in response. "I thought that since you have a guest over, you'll be making a nice dinner so I should wait for it...Cas seems to have already eaten though." He smirks, staring at Dean's hickey-covered neck.

Cas doesn't seem to get the joke though, he stares at Sam with a confused look on his face. "Angels don't eat."

The next day, Dean drives Sam, Cas and him to school in silence. When they arrive, something feels wrong. There aren't a lot of people there and those who are there are either too quiet or crying hysterically.

"What the hell happe-" Sam is interrupted by the sound of the school intercom leaking through the hallways. 

"Hello everyone, this is Principal Garth speaking. Please make your way to room 2AC. I hope you are all doing okay and supporting each other in this time of need."

Dean, Cas and Sam all look at each other with worried eyes. They walk into the room the principal directs them to and notice all eyes on them. Jo runs up to Sam and pulls him into a hug.

"Sam, I'm so, so sorry." She whispers, her voice breaking.

"W-what? Jo, what happened?"

Jo pulls away and stares at him. "What? You...You really don't know?"

Sam puts his hands on Jo's shoulders and shakes her. "What happened?!" He feels his heart pounding against his chest.

"Sam...It's Jess," Jo speaks softly, her face soaked in tears. "She's dead."

Author's Note: Poor Sammy :( Sorry guys, I know that chapter was super short, but I felt like I was obliged to update. Hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll try post the next chapter asap.