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Walking down the long corridor that led to the outskirts of Hell Sam felt himself grow lighter. This is what he’d been waiting for. A reason, any reason, to spring his other half. The Darkness was a pretty big reason, but it’s not like Dean would have accepted anything less than the end of the world.
Sam hoped his mate was not too upset. After his soul had been stolen from the cage by Death the wall in his head had blocked both his memories and his new form. When the wall had shattered, the strain of his grace adjusting to having a body again had corrupted his memories. By the time Castiel had righted his mind, Sam’s grace had settled and he had done his best to hide it away. The moment his memories had righted in his head, Sam had wanted to retrieve his mate, but they had to deal the Leviathans before that got too much more out of hand. Sam had told Dean that while he was in purgatory he hadn’t looked for a way to get him out, which was true. However he had not been stagnant as people seemed to assume. No, he had been looking for a way to pop the cage open.
His first choice, the rings, were straight out. Death had taken his back after the first time and the other three were useless without it. He had followed lead after lead only for them to come up short every time. He had been on the verge of sneaking to the cage to see if by some miracle he could talk to his mate through the walls to get ideas when Dean had come back with his new vampire in tow.
Again things had gotten out of control and new leads came to new dead ends but now, here he was. He could feel his grace shifting more the closer they got to the cage. Sam pressed it back, not wanting the already paranoid Rowena to get jumpy. Sam was sure he could do the ritual by himself but he was also sure Crowley would set every demon and hell hound he could on him at the first sign that something was off.
“Moose!” Crowley snapped, bringing Sam out of his musings. “We’re here. Maybe you want to pay attention as we summon one of the most dangerous beings in existence for your little tea party!”
Sam rolled his eyes, “I am paying attention, but I’m just here to talk to him. I can’t do anything until your mother casts her spells.”
“Calm down boys.” Rowena said as she started setting things out on the dirty table placed in front of the smaller cage. “No need to invite more tension to this little gathering.”
Sam crossed his arms over his chest and watched Rowena as his mind wandered again. Only a few more minutes and he would be back with is mate. And wasn’t that description still weird in his head?
When Sam was first presented with the idea of mating, he had already assumed that he and his other half would be together eternally through the properties of the cage. So accepting hadn’t been anything big, even when explained that they would have trouble being away from one another. After all, they were in the cage, why would they ever separate? Sam knew now though, after regaining his memory, that the pain of being away from his mate had lent a hand to his mind breaking. He couldn’t even imagine what the distance had done to his mate.