[One second, Raphael is standing over him, muttering about how he should've stayed in the Cage while Lucifer and Michael are free in his steed, how he was the one that ruined the entire master plan. Who challenged God's will, and inspired Castiel to rebel against him. And now he'll pay.]
[The next, despite struggling to get free, the archangel places his palm on Sam's forehead...and all he feels is burning, relentless pain. He's not sure if he screams, the pain drowns everything else out, until finally he's given the mercy of unconsciousness.]
[Except when he regains it...there's nothing. Pitch blackness. He tries to open his eyes, but - Christ, he doesn't have any fucking eyelids. There's nothing there, just empty sockets, and no, God no -] Dean? Dean! Cas, Bobby - p-please.
[Speeds up down the hallways towards the voice. bloody hell she never should have agreed to be involved in this. she finds him curled up in a ball on the floor]
Sam! [There's a scream of power and then silence as Bobby drags his hand away from the bloody sigil on the wall. Damned angel had thrown him too far, too hard to stop him from hurting Sam. Cas was.. gone. Somewhere. Dazed and aching, he forces old bones into action, scrambling to his side.
[And it's a very good thing the archangel is gone or Bobby would have shot him on principle. Sam. Sweet fucking christ, his eyes.] I'm right here, kid. I've got you.
[Sam turns his head towards the familiar voice, trying to feel his way towards it, but he's too weak to even crawl. He's shaking, hard, and he feels like his heart is going to burst from how fast it's beating, and fuck, he can't breathe. He tries to talk, but he can't, he can't, he doesn't have any eyes. He lets out a low whimper, not knowing what to do.]
[Bobby drops to his knees beside Sam, dragging the young man into his arms.
[He's going to kill Raphael. Somehow. He's going to kill that sonofabitch for what he's done to Sam.
[Shaking hands smooth his hair back long enough for Bobby to get a good look at what's been done to him.] I'm here, kid. I've got you.
Sam, I need you to breathe.
Cas! Cas, where the fuck are you? [Nothing. Okay. Tend to Sam first. Then find an angel to restore him. Or a demon. Someone. Anyone. He doesn't much care.]
[Sam instinctively tries to push away at first, but once he realizes who it is, he lets himself collapse into the waiting arms. He tries to do has he's told, take in deep, sucking breaths, until he's gotten himself together enough to speak. His heartbeat isn't decreasing by much, though.]
[Sam follows the orders as best he can under Bobby's hand, struggling to get his shaking body to his feet, trying oh so hard to ignore the fact that he doesn't have eyes. He's failing at that, but at least he's mostly vertical, clinging to Bobby like his life depends on it.] R-raphael? [He stutters, not managing to get much out beyond that.]
[The next, despite struggling to get free, the archangel places his palm on Sam's forehead...and all he feels is burning, relentless pain. He's not sure if he screams, the pain drowns everything else out, until finally he's given the mercy of unconsciousness.]
[Except when he regains it...there's nothing. Pitch blackness. He tries to open his eyes, but - Christ, he doesn't have any fucking eyelids. There's nothing there, just empty sockets, and no, God no -] Dean? Dean! Cas, Bobby - p-please.
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[Speeds up down the hallways towards the voice. bloody hell she never should have agreed to be involved in this. she finds him curled up in a ball on the floor]
...Sam?
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[And it's a very good thing the archangel is gone or Bobby would have shot him on principle. Sam. Sweet fucking christ, his eyes.] I'm right here, kid. I've got you.
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[He's going to kill Raphael. Somehow. He's going to kill that sonofabitch for what he's done to Sam.
[Shaking hands smooth his hair back long enough for Bobby to get a good look at what's been done to him.] I'm here, kid. I've got you.
Sam, I need you to breathe.
Cas! Cas, where the fuck are you? [Nothing. Okay. Tend to Sam first. Then find an angel to restore him. Or a demon. Someone. Anyone. He doesn't much care.]
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B-bobby?
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I've got you son. Sam, we need to move. Can you get your feet under you?
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