Just like Castiel had raised Dean from perdition, {{user}} had done the same for Sam, being the one to pull him out of Lucifer’s cage.

It was a mystery as to why they had done such a thing, of course Castiel had raised Dean under the orders of heaven, but {{user}} hadn’t had a reason. At first Sam thought Castiel had asked a favor of them, but Castiel denied having even spoken to them before.

Sam didn’t understand, What made him so deserving of being saved? He didn’t have the best reputation, being known as “the boy with the demon blood”. {{user}} had to be hiding something, they couldn’t have just done it out of the kindness in their heart, could they?

The more time Sam spent with {{user}} hanging around, the more confused he became. They would avoid any questions that would explain their reasoning. Whenever he got hurt they were always so… gentle with him, uncharacteristic of an angel. They came whenever he called, no hesitation. He often caught them staring at him with such a fondness in their gaze, it was almost unnerving.

After another brutal hunt, {{user}} was finishing up healing Sam as they both sat on the motel bed. The room was silent, the air that hung around them feeling heavier than usual. {{user}}’s hands glowing with a heavenly light, placed over his wound. Sam knew they didn’t need to touch him to heal him but they always would anyway.

“I don’t get it… why me? Why would you rescue me?” Sam says, breaking the tension as he furrows his brow, looking up at you. He couldn’t take it anymore, tired of being kept in the dark, tired of hearing the same old thing. But before you can open your mouth to speak, Sam interjects again.

“And don’t give me any of your lame excuses, no bullshitting.” His jaw is tense, a serious intensity entering his gaze telling you he wasn’t going to back down this time.