{Dean}
If there was one thing I was sick of most in this world, it was losing my siblings, Cas, or myself to evil. It just kept happening. I've put more blame and responsibility on myself than necessary, and this was no different. Even if it was really all on Cas, I still felt responsible for Hazel.
How could I not? She was my baby sister, even if she was born before me.
Even with powers, sometimes a smidgen of Grace up her sleeve, and her badassery in a fight, she was still just a girl. And a little one, at that. She was special. Strong. And yet still fragile.
I understood just as well as Cas the need to protect her.
It wasn't my place, to watch over her, unless he was gone. And today I had that opportunity. Both the angel and my brother were out, leaving me to sit on the edge of Hazel's bed sullenly.
It had been almost two days since we burned the Darkness infection out of her, if that's even what it was. She still had not waken. Cas said that because it was attached her power, it sapped energy from her very soul and she was just resting and recharging.
"Damnit, Hazey," I mumbled as I looked down at her peacefully unconscious, "why don't you ever stay put like your told?"
I half expected a snarky reply. Could practically hear it in my head. I scooted a little closer so I could touch her. Tuck the blanket, even though Cas already had it immaculate.
"If you can hear me," I began again with a sigh,"I want you to know, I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you, Hazey. After everything you've been through, you're still here. And you've done good."
I paused, just waiting and hoping she might react, but also gathering my thoughts.
"So listen, uh...If anything happens. L-like mortal danger again...I think you should go. And I mean the big go. OK? This isn't fair. You deserve to be done. You left heaven for Cas and lost it. I-I think you've lost enough. So when the time comes, maybe soon...Just go. I know what I said before, that we need you, and maybe we do. But not bad enough that you have to keep dealing with this shit. Don't let Cas stop you, ok? We'll take care of him."
I was making myself teary eyed, gritting my teeth because of it and sniffling hard to make it stop. I leaned down to kiss her head.
The love so deep it hurt. It was different than it was for Sam. Maybe for all of us. Our love was that of friendship and brotherhood. But for Hazel...she was our princess. Our rare and precious thing that we'd all hunt the dragon for.
"Dean?"
Sam stepped through the door I'd left ajar.
"Hey," I said, masking any sheepish anxiety being caught in a tender moment. Not that I needed to from Sam. Just a habit.
He sat down with me, giving our sister the same loving glance.
"She move at all?"
I shook my head.
"Where's Cas?"
"Picking something up, we found a book in the library about herbs that can help with this kinda thing," he replied, sounding drained, "Hard to believe, but what we needed was out of stock in the Men of Letters' stores."
"I thought he said she'd wake up on her own?" I asked.
"Yeah, eventually," Sam confirmed, "But she's also gonna be pretty weak. I mean, he said her body won't even take his grace. Weird right?""
"Weird? More like bad. Angel grace is all...holy and good, isn't it?" I said worriedly, "maybe it won't take it because she's still too-"
"He said it's gone," Sam cut me off assuredly.
"The darkness, sure," I bit, " But what about what it did to her soul, Sam!? Amara was connected to the Mark. The Mark turned me into a demon!"
