I still feel robbed of a proper Sam n Cas episode
They’re brothers, not co-workers
Deleted scene where Sam n Cas sit silently in the library, reading stuff. The rift glows ominously behind them. They utterly ignore it. Cas turns a page. Sam checks his watch. The rift crackles somewhat grumpily at being ignored.
Occasionally one of them will get up, walk over to the rift, glare at it while debating whether it’s worth peeking over to see what’s on the other side, but resignedly going back to their research.
At some point, Sam decides to at least make sure Dean and Ketch didn’t just jump through and twist all their ankles landing wrong in a sand dune right on the other side or something, He makes sure he’s got Cas’s attention, and without another word sticks his head through the rift and is zapped to the AU where he finds himself ankle-deep in snow. After being grateful he wasn’t walking around the bunker in his socks, he looks around and sees two sets of footprints heading off down the snow-covered road.
It’s a good sign, at least Dean and Ketch made it through and walked off side by side. He strains to see into the distance in case one of them just up and killed the other, but the road is clear as far as he can see. There’s nothing else he can really do there aside from drawing even more attention to the weird glowy rift and be grateful it didn’t open into the middle of Michael’s camp or a horde of demons who were getting ready to storm through to the bunker or something.
He decides to try an experiment while he’s there. He picks up a handful of snow and packs it down into a compact snowball, and then hesitates for only a second before tossing it through the rift. he waits a minute or two, until Cas tosses back a crumpled wad of note paper. He picks it up and reads the list of reference books he’d crossed off their list of potential research information hours ago but stuffs it in his pocket. Interdimensional littering isn’t polite.
He pops back through to the library and finds the half-melted snowball sitting on a plate beside his stack of books. Cas squints up at him. They nod at each other and go back to work.
I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR
I’m perpetually amazed at how awesome how y’all are.
Cas and Sam are sitting together at the table again, the rift flickering sullenly in the middle of the room.
Sam turns a page, engrossed in an apocryphal treatise he found on angelic healing powers.
Cas frowns at the laptop, trying to follow the ridiculously convoluted iterations of the Scooby Doo series through the years on Scoobypedia. If he’s done his calculations correctly, and assuming the Scooby Gang solved one mystery a week since the first day of their junior year of high school—
Suddenly the rift flares and a blast of cold wind sweeps through the bunker.
A black bird skids to a halt on the table, scattering mangy feathers as it frantically tries to right itself.
Sam stares at it for a moment, then slides around to the end of the table, his hands out as though to placate the struggling creature.
Cas glares suspiciously at the rift.
The bird finally gets to its feet, claws skittering on the smooth table.
“Is it hurt?” Sam asks, reaching tentatively.
The bird lets out a wheezy ‘caw’ and promptly settles onto its belly, staring back at Sam.
Cas peers at it.
The inky feathers are dull and scraggly, the dark brown eyes that should be roving all over are quiet and weary.
With a somber glance at Sam, Cas reaches out with both hands and picks up the crow gently. It squawks once in protest.
“He’s malnourished. Only a juvenile.” He strokes two fingers down the bird’s back, and it twitches as its feathers fluff and turn glossy.
It sits placidly in Cas’ hand, looking around more alertly.
“We should… we should send it back,” he offers without conviction.
“Probably,” replies Sam with an equal lack of enthusiasm.
Cas takes a few steps toward the rift and hesitates.
“It doesn’t belong here,” he states.
They consider the bird in Cas’ hand for a moment.
“I mean, what would we do if it were a person?” Sam posits.
Castiel cocks his head in question.
“If a person had wandered through, instead of a bird? Would we… would we make them go back?”
The young crow yells defiantly at the rift.
Cas raises an eyebrow. “He does not want to go back.”
The crow squalls again.
“He says there’s nothing for him there,” says Cas. “His nestmates have scattered, or died. He hasn’t even seen one of his own kind since winter fell.”
Sam pleads silently at Cas.
Cas holds the bird to his chest, and together he and Sam start up the stairs to the front door.
The crow flies away but settles on a tree nearby, cawing twice.
“It’s just a bird, right?” says Sam uncertainly. “No harm, no foul?”
Castiel doesn’t answer.
They watch the crow for a long time.
It preens and flicks its tail before calling out again.
After a beat, Sam asks, “What was that? Was it saying anything?”
Cas sighs resignedly. “He says he owes us a life debt.”
“That— that’s awesome, right?”
Cas looks at his friend incredulously. “It’s a crow, Sam,” he growls, and shoulders back into the bunker.
Sam lets out an affronted breath. “Well,” he calls out to the bird, “you’re welcome. See you around… I guess.”
The bunker door squeals shut, and the crow flies off on his first mission, dreaming of all the shiny things he might find in this bright new world.
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