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Cas was alone on the road for at least eight months. Maybe nine. It was long enough that he suspected that their dad may never be coming back for him. It wouldnât surprise him. Heâd gotten by hitch-hiking through towns, working occasional part-time jobs so he could put a roof over his head.
Dad didnât answer his phone. Any of his phones. Always going to voicemail and Cas refused to give him the satisfaction of begging. Samâs number was programmed into speed dial but remained untouched. It was stared at for months, even cued up once or twice but never called.
When dad showed up again he was still pissed. Said how Cas had screwed up the number one rule dad had given him ever since he was a babe; look after Sam. Above hunting, above fighting, above everything. Sammy was his responsibility and he screwed up. He was going to have to work his ass off to make this up. Did he understand that?
Dad needed him for help on a job. Everyone, literally everyone else was busy. So did he feel ready to nut up and help do some actual work or was he going to puss out and screw it up again?
Cas soon learned that dad wasnât really up for forgiving and forgetting. When dad got drunk, heâd rant about how Cas had dishonoured his motherâs memory. How their mother had given her very life to protect Sam; how she would be ashamed to know Cas had just let the baby walk out the door. When he got like that Cas just downed his own drink and gave half-hearted agreements.
The first time Cas texted Sam was after one loud drunken fight between Cas and his dad that resulted in Cas getting a black eye.
[text: Sam] I hope youâre doing okay. Mom would never forgive me if you got into any trouble.
Cas didnât look up until heâd heard the door close. For a moment, for one single stupid little moment there heâd thought that Sammy was going to stay and they could go on like nothing had happened. But now he was gone. Their dad was coming back tomorrow and he was going to be so pissed. Looking after Sam was his job, it was the one thing he could do. It was all he was good for. What good would he be now?
To say dad was pissed was an understatement. There was screaming and throwing and shouting and threats. It ended like the day before with the only person that Cas thought may actually give a crap about him walking out the door and promising that he wasnât coming back.
The door slammed shut and he knew no one was going to come back through it. The room was paid up till the morning but Cas checked out and headed to the nearest dive bar. In the last 24 hours Cas had lost the little bit that he had left in this cruel bitch of a world and the only thing that would help would be getting drunk off his ass until he couldnât feel anymore.
After the first three beers he got his phone out and stared at the number he had for his brother.
- [0] missed calls -Â [0] texts -
Why would he have messaged? If thereâs one thing that Cas doesnât fit into by definition, itâs normal. Heâs never been normal. Sam would never be normal when he was stuck behind Cas. He shouldnât call.
Unfortunately as he got further and further into drunkeness, Casâs fingers lost the âno contactâ memo
[text] Where the hell do you get off walking out?
[text] I hope you get a dog and the dog bites your ass
[text] Did you ever care?
[text] No of course you didnât.
[text] donât expect me to come change your diaper first monster you meet
[text] Dad is mad. Heâs gone. You may want to burn your tracks.
[text] Donât worry about me, Cas Novak is a survivor
[text] I mean worry bout me a little.
[text] I myte be on my fourth tequila shot
[text] fyth
[text] six
[text] yu shud get a doge. Dint you always wnat 1?
Luckily, when he woke the net morning, they were all still in his outbox. Apparently, before he got too drunk he removed the sim card from his phone. Sober!Cas may be many things, but he was not an idiot.
Sam didnât receive a single message that night, at least not from Casâs phone.
The first time Cas killed something, it was a human. He was  a man, a hunter and heâd gotten obssessed with Samandriel, convinced he was a monster and doing his best to lure their dad away so he could try and kill Sammy.
Cas shot him with a shotgun their dad had left behind. Two shots square in the chest to stop him gutting his baby brother.
Cas cried. but he clung to Sammy, pulling him away from the scene so he wouldnât see. Their dad was pissed but Cas was kind of numb to what happened after.
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Sam patted his brother on the back, still a little confused. It wasnât like this was the first time heâd ever been stabbed, hell, it didnât even feel like the worst injury heâd ever had, so why was Cas so upset?
âAlright, alright, I get it, okay? Now are you gonna let go, or do you plan to crush me to death?â
He holds on a few minutes longer, holding him close before letting him go but still at least clinging to his shoulder, âSammy Iâm serious, you have got to be careful.â giving the shoulder a squeeze, he smiles, it falls on so easily because this is how itâs supposed to be, him and his brother back in the game, âIf I wasnât certain that I need you to have my back, your ass would be staying in that bed until this is over.â
Cas lingers for only a minute before pulling away and loading up his gun. âThis is it Sammy.â Thereâs no hesitation in his actions; maybe a little fear in his eyes but everything would change today. It all hinged on the botherâs actions out there against the yellow-eyed demon. âThis is our moment. Our revenge.â
He stood up as Cas entered the room, about to speak but being interrupted by the oof! of surprise as he was pulled into a hug. Why was he being hugged? âCas? Jeez, how long was I out?â he asked, brow furrowing at the demand that seemed almost angry. âNot like I planned on getting stabbed.â
âToo damn long.â the hug lasted longer than it probably should but Cas honestly couldnât care less. Heâd gotten his brother back, and hell, if he thought he could get away with it he would hold on for the entire year. âSammy you got to be careful. I know what I said when you were a kid but you ainât invincible, kid.â
He wasnât really sure what had happened. He remembered the fight, remembered winning the fight, remembered seeing Cas and feeling the sharp pain of being stabbed, and thenâŚwaking up. Cas was nowhere to be seen, but Sam supposed that it must have been his brother that patched him up. The wound barely even hurt.
So why didnât he feel right?
âCas? Iâm in here,â he called out, sitting up on the bed with a quiet groan. âWhere have you been?â
As soon as he hears his name, Cas rushes to the doorway and sure enough there he is. Sammy stood up, living, breathing. It worked. Oh god it worked. It actually worked. Without pausing, he crossed the room between them and pulled his brother into a tight hug. Holding him close. Yeah no, thatâs real. Sammy is really actually alive. The demon had kept their end of the deal. So that meant....
He holds Sammy tighter against him. He made his choice. Heâll damn well live with it. âDonât you ever scare me like that again."
Cas closed the door quietly, his heart in his throat as he worried that maybe the demon had stiffed him. If she had lied, he had a feeling she wouldnât be up for another meeting to renegotiate. And besides, his brother wasnât going to keep much longer.
Taking a tentative step forward, he calls out not entirely sure whatâs he is hoping to happen in response. âSammy?â
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Alright, so he hadnât been expecting a hug or anything like that, but a hello would have been nice. Better than the fake grin Cas was giving him at least.
âGrowth spurts are wonderful things,â he replied, shrugging a shoulder as he actually moved into the room, sitting down in the chair opposite his brother. Cas was looking older. Older than Sammy would have expected him to look.
A pang of guilt ran through him at the last comment and he dropped his gaze for a moment, letting his eyes flick to the mirror before moving back to Cas again. âYour pictureâs all over the news, Cas, they didnât need to call me.â
âFigured you were probably overdue for one.â Cas shrugged.
He seemed unphased by the unspoken accusations against him and he followed his brotherâs eyes to glance at the mirror. âAnd they let you in to get a confession from me.â it was kind of obvious. âWell, I didnât do those home invasions but you know they wonât believe that right?â
And frankly that was all he was willing to dedicate to this conversation. âHow you doing anyway? You still with Hael?â
It had been a totally normal day, right up until it wasnât any more.
Sammy had been sitting in a coffee shop on campus to do some sketches, filling in blank sections in his sketchpad ahead of the submission date that was approaching a little too quickly, when he happened to glance up at the TV and right into the face of his brother.
His brother who was being accused (almost definitely correctly) of murder.
âDamn it, Cas,â he muttered, shoving everything into his bag before practically running out of the shop.
It had been surprisingly easy to convince the cops to let him in to see his brother; he figured that maybe they were hoping Cas would confess to him or something, but Sammy knew that wouldnât happen. Cas wasnât that dumb.
Still, he couldnât help but be a little nervous as he was led to the interrogation room, offering a sheepish wave as the door opened.
Yeah if there was a top five list of people he didnât want to see walk through that door, his little brother was probably pretty close to the top. Screw it, why lie to himself. He was at the top.
âYou look taller.â he commented with a slightly cocky grin. Itâs a shoddy grin because beneath it he is secretly freaking out. Sam is supposed to be living his normal life. What is he doing here?
Still Cas didnât let it show as he shifted back in his seat, raising his cuffed hands from beneath the table and placing them on obvious display to his brother. A little subtle reminder of what he was trying to get away from three years ago. âWell I know they didnât call you. As per your final request I didnât give your number to anyone.â
âOh ye of little imagination.â reaching to his side he picks up his jacket and swings it around his shoulders. âI mean what can you have with pancakes? Syrup? Oh how original.â
âBananas. Ice cream. Whipped cream. Chocolate sauce. Fruit. All of the above. Pancakes arenât supposed to be part of a meal, Cas, theyâre supposed to be the whole thing,â he said, a smile creeping onto his face. âA PB and J is just a soggy, goopy sandwich. Sorry, bro, I think I win.â
He grabs his keys âJust for that insult, you donât get to have any of those with your pancakes.â and heads for the door, gesturing for his brother to move through it, as he opens it. âJust syrup.â he may be joking.
Leaving hadnât been a spur of the moment impulse; it had built up over time, months, years even. Sammy had always wanted to escape their freaky life and find something normal to settle down to.
So he had hatched a plan.
Admittedly the first part, the part where he snuck out without anyone catching him, hadnât gone so well, but the rest? The rest went smoothly enough. He stole a car from the motel parking lot and drove it to a couple of towns over, getting some distance between him and his family before he caught a bus cross-country.
It wasnât until he was there, staring out of the window, that he dared think about what he was doing. He had applied to a few colleges and had even managed to get into one, there was a dorm room waiting for him and everything It was strange and exciting, and just a little bit terrifying.
Sammy settled back into his seat and closed his eyes, drifting off into a dream of what his new, normal life was going to be like.
Cas was sat in the interrogation room of this strange police station, silently cursing himself. He shouldâve got through this damn shifter quicker. Chasing him across two states was a mistake. Shouldâve taken the bastard down on day one. Never shouldâve let it get this bad.
The son of a bitch had been doing home invasions wearing Casâs face and then the police had caught up to him just as the hunter had cut his head off. Leaving Cas in a whole heap of trouble and, until he could get five minutes to himself to get the bobby pin out of his shoe, no way to get out.
See, sat opposite him was a real hardass who seemed intent on yelling a confession out of him but Cas honestly didnât care and just stared back at him, quipping in when he paused to take breath. The yelling only stopped when someone came in and whispered into the guyâs ear.
âWell Novak, I guess someone up there likes you.â the officer pulled his papers together. âYou got a visitor.â
That made him sit forward and pay attention. There were only two people who the visitor could be and neither of them was the person who walked through the door.
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âFirst, if itâs a true PB and J it wonât be goopy. And Two it is the perfect accompaniment to many foods.â he could see the grin trying break ree and he just smirked knowingly. He was more than willing to educate his brother on the intricacies of foods and their place within the world.
Sammy raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. âYeah? And what kind of foods can a PB and J accompany? A stack of potato chips?â he asked doubtfully.
âOh ye of little imagination.â reaching to his side he picks up his jacket and swings it around his shoulders. âI mean what can you have with pancakes? Syrup? Oh how original.â
Sammy winced, taking half a step back. He couldnât deny that what Cas said was true, but not for the reason that his brother thought. He would have been long gone, not because he didnât want Cas to go with him, but because he knew that Cas would try to stop him from leaving at all.
But now Cas was turning away from him and it felt like a kick to the ribs.
âI-I donât want to lose you, Cas,â he said softly, hesitating for a moment before grabbing a sketchpad out of his bag and scribbling something on it. âThis is my new number. JustâŚjust please call me, okay, any time you want to talk? AndâŚdonât give it to dad.â Sammy tore out the page and put it on the table before tucking the pad away again and hoisting his bag onto his shoulder.
It was a lot harder than he had thought it would be, turning away from his brother and opening the door, and he very nearly stopped, but he had made up his mind. Sammy paused for only a moment before he left the motel room, murmuring a soft goodbye as he closed the door behind him.
Cas didnât look up until heâd heard the door close. For a moment, for one single stupid little moment there heâd thought that Sammy was going to stay and they could go on like nothing had happened. But now he was gone. Their dad was coming back tomorrow and he was going to be so pissed. Lookng after Sam was his job, it always had been. What was he supposed to say? âYeah i was watching Dad. I watched him walk right out the door.âÂ
Twenty minutes of not watching whatever inane piece of crap was on TV and Cas got to his feet, crossing over to the table and just staring at the numbers that were now the only remaining lifeline between him and his brother.
Less than five minutes later,the number is on his phone and the paperâs in his mouth. Their dad had a habit of going through the trash so he couldnât just throw it away. He hoped Sam liked ânormalityâ. He deserved it.
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