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Sam had prayed to Castiel many times since he returned from Hell. How? Why? Who had the power to bring him back from Hell?
Sam kept praying, calling Castiel, even begging, and every time he tried he got angrier and angrier with the angel. "The son of a bitch isn't answering.." He said as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands
And as if he had been waiting for him to say exactly that, the angel appeared before Sam with a frown, "Sam, I heard... your prayers."
Sam didn't respond or look up, not even when he felt Castiel's fingers rest on his head and stroke his hair.
"Sam, I... I'm glad to see you-" He stroked his hair until he was abruptly pulled away.
"I came back from hell without knowing how, and couldn't you come? Not even for a second? Do you even know how I got out of hell?" He looked up, clearly angry.
"Sam...I have more important things to do than answer questions I don't have answers to."
"I bet if Dean had called you, you'd be here without a second thought," Sam replied.
"Your brother and I have a kind of stronger connection..." Castiel raised his hand again, this time placing it on Sam's shoulder.
"that doesn't mean I don't care about you."
"Then why didn't you come sooner? Why didn't you answer? I prayed, I begged." Sam raised his arms to grab his trench coat. "You son of bitch."
"I know," he replied simply, using his other hand to stroke Sam's cheek...but...Sam just kept looking at him with a frown and anger,Castiel had thought that maybe it would calm him down a little, but it didn't seem to work.
Castiel frowned and tilted his head to get a good look at Sam. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Of course I feel fine cas,How else would I feel?" he said coldly.
"I don't know...it's just that...you don't seem to be acting like you normally would...are you sure you're okay?" He placed his hand on Sam's forehead and examined him.
"What do you remember about hell?" he suddenly asked. Maybe it was a bad idea... but maybe Sam had changed after being down there...
"What?"
"What do you remember about hell?" he repeated the question, placing both hands on Sam's shoulders.
Sam raised his eyebrows and arched his shoulders. "Nothing," he said simply.
Castiel narrowed his eyes. "Nothing? That's all?" Sam just nodded.
"Sam, you were in the cage with Lucifer and Michael, you must at least remember something, anything."
"How can I tell you, I don't remember anything, nothing about Lucifer, nothing about Michael."
Castiel was only concerned, tightening his grip on Sam's shoulders. How was it possible? He'd returned from Hell with no memory of it?
Perhaps if Castiel... perhaps he could examine his soul...Perhaps that will help.
"Sam...let me examine your soul," he said more as a statement than a question, before Sam could say anything Castiel pushed him down, pinning him face up on the bed
"What the hell-" he stopped when he saw Castiel taking off his belt. "Oh, hey, hey." He tried to get up, but Castiel pushed him again and hovered over him, putting the belt in his mouth. "Bite this"
Sam looked at him confused and suddenly felt a great pain; he bit down on the belt, stifling his screams.
Then Castiel stopped, slowly pulled his arm out, and then looked at Sam with concern. "Your soul...is gone." Sam was still dazed, biting his belt, so he didn't hear him, but when he looked up, Castiel had vanished.
"Son of bitch..."