Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 24, 2016 12:52:17 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE SEVEN.
Dean and Castiel stood in front of the chair Sam was tied to, still unconscious from his little altercation with Dean about an hour ago. "You're right. He looks terrible" Castiel observed, taking in the bruises, scrapes and blood. "You did this?" Dean gave an impassive little shrug, eyes on Sam who was slowly coming out of his stupor, giving a little grunt and tug at the ropes. "What the..." He noticed Castiel beside his brother and frowned, baffled. "Cas, what are you doing? Let me go!" "Has he been feverish" the angel wanted to know, speaking to Dean rather than Sam. Dean gave his brother a pointed look. "Have you?" "No...why?" Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. "Is he speaking in tongues?" Castiel asked Dean the question and then when Dean swung his gaze to Sam pointedly again, Cas repeated the question to him instead. "Are you speaking in tongues?" "No..." Sam looked even more confused, giving another tug on the ropes and then going still. "Are you diagnosing me??" "You better hope he can" Dean remarked bluntly, crossing his arms. They needed a cure and to get that they needed a diagnosis.
Sam shook his head with a scoff. "You really think"- "What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong" Dean snapped, frustrated. "He asks, you answer! Then you shut your hole. You got it?" Sam looked like maybe he was going to argue a little more but decided against it at the sight of Dean uncrossing his arms, both fists clenched, probably reminded of the earlier smackdown. "Fine." Dean inclined his head at Cas, giving him permission to start the interrogation. Castiel took a step closer, watching Sam with interest. "How much do you sleep?" Sam glanced at Dean who narrowed his eyes threateningly and then sighed. "I don't." "At all" Dean wanted to know in shock and Sam clarified with, "not since I got back anyway." Dean stared, slackjawed. "And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?!" "Of course it did, Dean" Sam promised, looking evasive. "I-I just never told you." Dean turned away, counting to five to try and calm himself down. In the meantime, Castiel posed another question. "Sam...how do you feel right now?" "I feel like my nose is broken" Sam scoffed and Dean turned back around, barely able to restrain himself from flat out countering, "you're lucky that's all that's broken". Instead, he simply set his jaw, letting Castiel continue to take the lead. "No, that's a physical sensation" the angel corrected. "How do you feel?" Sam frowned pensively. "Well I think"- "Not think" Cas interrupted stubbornly. "FEEL." "I..." Sam looked between the two of them sort of like a lost puppy. "...don't know." Cas and Dean exchanged a look. Then Cas picked up a belt from one of the two duffel bags on the ground and held it out. "This will be unpleasant" he declared. "Bite down on this. If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there. In your mind." "Why, what are you" Sam began before the belt was shoved into his mouth, cutting him off. Castiel rolled up one sleeve and without warning, shoved that arm deep into Sam's chest. The younger Winchester's scream was muffled by the belt but was still unmistakable as a scream of pure agony, his eyes screwing shut. Dean crossed his arms again, setting his jaw and forcing himself to keep watching.
After about a minute of this probing, Castiel removed his hand. Sam spit out the belt, breathing deeply. "Did you find anything" Dean wanted to know as Castiel rolled his sleeve back down. "No." "So...that's good news right" Dean wanted to know, curious as to why the 'no' had come out so downtrodden. "I'm afraid not" Castiel corrected with a heavy sigh. "Physically, he's perfectly healthy. But..." "But what" Dean prompted impatiently. "It's his soul." Castiel looked from Sam to Dean and then back to Sam. "It's gone."
"Um... I'm s-- I'm sorry" Dean stammered in astonishment while Sam stared. "One more time, like I'm 5. What do you mean, he's got no"- "Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul" Castiel explained, looking a little astounded himself. Dean was still having a hard time wrapping his head around this. "...so then where is it?" "My guess is... Still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer" was Castiel's theory, looking concerned by this fact. "So then..." Dean swung his gaze to Sam and then back to Cas, discussing the former like he wasn't even in the room. "Is he still even Sam?" Sam opened his mouth but Castiel got there first. "Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question." He appeared to be about ready to launch into the actual philosophy of the matter but Dean wasn't really interested. He held up his hands like a traffic cop. "Just get it back." "Dean." Cas looked exasperated. "Well you pulled me out" Dean reminded him. "It took several angels to rescue you, and you weren't nearly as well guarded" Castiel explained patiently. "Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible." "There has to be a way" Dean insisted strongly.
"So..." Sam piped up from his chair between them finally. "Are you gonna untie me?" Dean kept his eyes on Castiel. "No." "Listen, I'm not going to" Sam began hostily, but Dean cut him off, pinning him with a hard stare. "Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?" "Dean, I'm not some psycho" Sam insisted, locking eyes with his brother. "I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps. It seemed like the best way." "The best..." Dean trailed off, punching a wall to vent his frustrations. "I'm sorry." Sam sighed. "It won't ever happen again. Please let me go." "You're kidding right" Dean deadpanned. Sam gave a violent tug on the ropes. "Well, what are you gonna do, just keep me locked up in here forever" he demanded. "You say that like it's a bad thing." Dean crossed his arms again. "Okay, fine, look, I get it" Sam promised in a rush. "I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you I-I'm trying to get right. It's still me." "Is it?" Dean's eyes bored into Sam's. "Yes." Sam set his jaw. "So just let me go." Dean set his own jaw.
"No way in hell."
Dean and Castiel stood in front of the chair Sam was tied to, still unconscious from his little altercation with Dean about an hour ago. "You're right. He looks terrible" Castiel observed, taking in the bruises, scrapes and blood. "You did this?" Dean gave an impassive little shrug, eyes on Sam who was slowly coming out of his stupor, giving a little grunt and tug at the ropes. "What the..." He noticed Castiel beside his brother and frowned, baffled. "Cas, what are you doing? Let me go!" "Has he been feverish" the angel wanted to know, speaking to Dean rather than Sam. Dean gave his brother a pointed look. "Have you?" "No...why?" Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. "Is he speaking in tongues?" Castiel asked Dean the question and then when Dean swung his gaze to Sam pointedly again, Cas repeated the question to him instead. "Are you speaking in tongues?" "No..." Sam looked even more confused, giving another tug on the ropes and then going still. "Are you diagnosing me??" "You better hope he can" Dean remarked bluntly, crossing his arms. They needed a cure and to get that they needed a diagnosis.
Sam shook his head with a scoff. "You really think"- "What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong" Dean snapped, frustrated. "He asks, you answer! Then you shut your hole. You got it?" Sam looked like maybe he was going to argue a little more but decided against it at the sight of Dean uncrossing his arms, both fists clenched, probably reminded of the earlier smackdown. "Fine." Dean inclined his head at Cas, giving him permission to start the interrogation. Castiel took a step closer, watching Sam with interest. "How much do you sleep?" Sam glanced at Dean who narrowed his eyes threateningly and then sighed. "I don't." "At all" Dean wanted to know in shock and Sam clarified with, "not since I got back anyway." Dean stared, slackjawed. "And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?!" "Of course it did, Dean" Sam promised, looking evasive. "I-I just never told you." Dean turned away, counting to five to try and calm himself down. In the meantime, Castiel posed another question. "Sam...how do you feel right now?" "I feel like my nose is broken" Sam scoffed and Dean turned back around, barely able to restrain himself from flat out countering, "you're lucky that's all that's broken". Instead, he simply set his jaw, letting Castiel continue to take the lead. "No, that's a physical sensation" the angel corrected. "How do you feel?" Sam frowned pensively. "Well I think"- "Not think" Cas interrupted stubbornly. "FEEL." "I..." Sam looked between the two of them sort of like a lost puppy. "...don't know." Cas and Dean exchanged a look. Then Cas picked up a belt from one of the two duffel bags on the ground and held it out. "This will be unpleasant" he declared. "Bite down on this. If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there. In your mind." "Why, what are you" Sam began before the belt was shoved into his mouth, cutting him off. Castiel rolled up one sleeve and without warning, shoved that arm deep into Sam's chest. The younger Winchester's scream was muffled by the belt but was still unmistakable as a scream of pure agony, his eyes screwing shut. Dean crossed his arms again, setting his jaw and forcing himself to keep watching.
After about a minute of this probing, Castiel removed his hand. Sam spit out the belt, breathing deeply. "Did you find anything" Dean wanted to know as Castiel rolled his sleeve back down. "No." "So...that's good news right" Dean wanted to know, curious as to why the 'no' had come out so downtrodden. "I'm afraid not" Castiel corrected with a heavy sigh. "Physically, he's perfectly healthy. But..." "But what" Dean prompted impatiently. "It's his soul." Castiel looked from Sam to Dean and then back to Sam. "It's gone."
"Um... I'm s-- I'm sorry" Dean stammered in astonishment while Sam stared. "One more time, like I'm 5. What do you mean, he's got no"- "Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul" Castiel explained, looking a little astounded himself. Dean was still having a hard time wrapping his head around this. "...so then where is it?" "My guess is... Still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer" was Castiel's theory, looking concerned by this fact. "So then..." Dean swung his gaze to Sam and then back to Cas, discussing the former like he wasn't even in the room. "Is he still even Sam?" Sam opened his mouth but Castiel got there first. "Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question." He appeared to be about ready to launch into the actual philosophy of the matter but Dean wasn't really interested. He held up his hands like a traffic cop. "Just get it back." "Dean." Cas looked exasperated. "Well you pulled me out" Dean reminded him. "It took several angels to rescue you, and you weren't nearly as well guarded" Castiel explained patiently. "Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible." "There has to be a way" Dean insisted strongly.
"So..." Sam piped up from his chair between them finally. "Are you gonna untie me?" Dean kept his eyes on Castiel. "No." "Listen, I'm not going to" Sam began hostily, but Dean cut him off, pinning him with a hard stare. "Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?" "Dean, I'm not some psycho" Sam insisted, locking eyes with his brother. "I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps. It seemed like the best way." "The best..." Dean trailed off, punching a wall to vent his frustrations. "I'm sorry." Sam sighed. "It won't ever happen again. Please let me go." "You're kidding right" Dean deadpanned. Sam gave a violent tug on the ropes. "Well, what are you gonna do, just keep me locked up in here forever" he demanded. "You say that like it's a bad thing." Dean crossed his arms again. "Okay, fine, look, I get it" Sam promised in a rush. "I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you I-I'm trying to get right. It's still me." "Is it?" Dean's eyes bored into Sam's. "Yes." Sam set his jaw. "So just let me go." Dean set his own jaw.
"No way in hell."
