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In the arms of an Angel... fly away, from here...

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It was a small chapel that Sam had built into the building for those hunters who had strong faith. Over the years of working with the Angels, the doubt their first appearance had caused in him eased up. Castiel and Sam had become partners of sorts, esecially after Dean's death.

Uriel was not happy, but Sam had never cared much for Uriel's opinion in the grand scheme of things.

The creation of the Initiative had been something that Castiel had helped iron out kinks in on the advice of God. It was interesting how God had come to see the good that some demons could accomplish. There was even chance for some of them to be redeemed, and if so Castiel would help them to their final resting place in peace.

It was much better than just killing them all. Something that Sam felt good, because not only was he saving people now, but ones who had been lost in death and brought back to the light. A new level of the family business, and Sam hoped his family was proud of him for it.

He sat quietly in the pew, praying for a few minutes, and when Castiel didn't appear, he just opened the Bible in front of him and started to read. The angel would answer when he had time, and being Immortal... Sam had time.

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Sam was watching Castiel closely. He felt some energy now where Castiel was looking, but that was it. The roll of Castiel's eyes, however, brought a small smile to his face.

Sam was sure there were only a few people in any realm that could make an angel roll his eyes.

"Thank him for me. I think that's what kept Mikey alive long enough for me to find him."

"It's what I do, Sammy. Even when you're friggin' ancient and I'm dead I'm still watching your ass."

Castiel just nodded. "I'll make sure he gets the message."

"Thank you." Sam rubbed his face. "How I'm going to explain this to my son, I have no idea. Ruby... she's going to laugh for hours straight about this."

Then he sobered a bit. "At least it's nice to know that when my day comes, he'll be there waiting for me."

"Wait, wait, wait -- how is he?" Dean said, looking concerned. "Is he okay? Did he make it okay?"

"He's fine, Dean," Tessa sighed. "Don't worry, he's not dying anytime soon."

Dean sighed slightly. "That's not what I was worried about. He spent three friggin' days with Stolas. They -- they did something to him. I just wanted to make sure he was okay."

Castiel was listening, a look of concern crossing his face, before turning back to Sam. "Keep a close eye on your son, Sam. He was being held by Stolas -- we can't be too careful."

"I know. He's in med bay, and either Ruby and I, or a bodyguard, are with him at all times. When he's healed, I'm going to have him check in with the psychics for a scan to see if anything was planted in him."

Sam sighed. "Meanwhile, I'm going to plot my way to get Stolas' head on a platter."

Dean snorted. "Good luck."

"Your confidence in your brother is refreshing," Tessa rolled her eyes.

"I'm just saying, Stolas is slippery. It'll take one hell of a plan. And Sam may be immune to him, but that doesn't mean everyone else is." Dean paused for a moment before shaking his head. "Can't I just talk to him?"

"No. You're grounded."

"Good," Castiel sighed, starting to get tired of the commentary from the peanut gallery. "Let us know if you find anything."

"I will. And if you have any ideas on how we can get the Triad under control, I would appreciate hearing them. All of our standard weapons won't work, and with his power I doubt Ruby's knife will do anymore damage than it did to Lilith or Alastair. Being able to get protection for the rest of my people would be my first step."

"We will see what we can find," Castiel nodded, and at this, both reapers snorted. That got a full on angel glare in their direction, and they both managed to pull an innocent face.

"They gotta go make friends with a certain contingent that hasn't been so fond of them and you know it," Tessa replied, crossing her arm in front of her chest, before starting to study the nails on one of her hands for a moment. "If they can get the right Fallen on their side -- "

"But that would require appeasing their egos," Dean said with a smirk. "And Sam doesn't do that so well."

No, appeasing egos wasn't something Sam does well, not in the last few centuries. But he can learn if it meant the safety of his son.

Sam followed Castiel's glare to the empty space behind him, then looked at the angel.

"Who do you keep looking at?"

"The peanut gallery."

Dean just grinned, before looking over at Tessa. "You're busted. You're going to have to let him see me now."

Tessa shook her head slightly. "What did I say about you being grounded? If he has to see anyone, he'll see me."

Dean looked at her for a minute, before starting to sulk. "You all friggin' suck."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A peanut gallery, huh?" Part of him wasn't happy that other people were witnessing a conversation between him and Castiel, especially ones he couldn't see.

And part of him wondered if Dean was one of them.

Castiel turned his eyes on them for a moment, and Tessa took a deep breath, before closing her eyes and focusing. There was a reason why reapers didn't walk around corporeal a lot of the time. It took a lot of energy -- more energy than she wanted to spend, but she would do it if it would put Sam more at ease.

Within a few minutes, she was solid, and she gave him a slight smirk before responding. "Hi, Sam."

He felt the energy shifting and his eyes watched as Tessa made herself solid. It had been a long time since he had seen the reaper, and he offered her a small smile.

"Hello, Tessa. It's been awhile."

"Yes, it has," she said slowly, fighting the urge to glance back over at Dean for the look he was giving her. He acted like he was two most of the time, and she shouldn't be surprised that now is any different.

He had shifted so that he was sitting sideways in the pew, one arm across the back and was just staring at her, waiting very patiently for her to crack.

"Wish I could say the same for your brother."

Sam turned to look more at her, the years fading from his eyes as he couldn't help but smile at the thought of Dean being up to his antics again in the afterlife.

200 years, Sam had been without his brother, but he was still on his mind every day. A presence like Dean in anyone's life was one that never truly left, and having someone be able to tell him something new made him feel like he was back in that time, where Dean was alive and their world was much less complicated.

"Well, I had to deal with him for sixty years before you. I can only imagine what he's done now that he doesn't have the limitations of behind human."

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"He's still a pain in the ass, if that's what you're saying," Tessa replied, the slightest hint of a smirk as she pinched the bridge of her nose lightly. "Reckless, hard-headed, doesn't listen, drives anyone with any kind of power over him up a wall -- " She paused for a moment, before looking up at him, tilting her head to the side slightly. " -- Need I continue?"

"Awww, Tessa. I always knew you liked me," Dean said with a grin, resting his chin in his hand now and still continuing to stare at her.

"I take it then that you've been promoted to being his boss? I'm sorry." Sam chuckled though.

"You and me both," Tessa replied softly. "He's usually pretty good. To be honest, he's tied for the biggest pain in my ass -- at least he knows his job and doesn't try to bend the rules too much. He just happens to still have living relatives."

"I'd apologize for that, but it's not really my fault in having a long lifespan." Sam shrugged. "And I still thank Castiel every night for my son."

"I'm glad to know he's still finding a way to be useful. Only Dean would get bored in heaven."

"There was nothing to do," Dean groaned. "Everybody just sat around, ate bon-bons and watched bad TV. I'll pass, thanks."

"I was surprised that they actually let him take this gig, to be honest," Tessa sighed. "Usually reaping is given to souls in purgatory, looking to earn their penance. Occasionally those souls stick around once their trial is through, but most of them are ready to head on to their eternal rest."

"It's probably the closest he could get to being around people and feeling like a hunter, I bet. I mean, what else could he have done?"

There was a very small part of Sam that would continue to ask question after question because he was still a research nerd at heart. it wasn't often he was able to learn about something he didn't know the first thing about.

"Exactly." Dean pointed in his brother's direction, but he still hadn't stopped looking at Tessa. It was starting to get on her nerves, and she shifted slightly, making a move as though she was stretching, and her hand came up under Dean's chin, pushing him up and out of the way in one smooth motion. "Ow -- ow -- ow -- ow!"

"Apparently it was where he felt most comfortable," Tessa nodded once she was finished, settling one arm on the pew behind her and resting the back of her head against it.

Sam smiled, taking a deep breath. "Well, as long as he's happy doing it... just give him my thanks for watching after my son. Even if he was breaking the rules, it means a lot to me."

Sam made to stand up, looking a bit whistful. He knew he could stay and keep asking questions, but he knew he should get downstairs to find Ruby and check on Michael.

"Tell him I miss him. And even if it's breaking the rules, maybe one day he could come and say hello. I'd like that, and Michael probably would like to express his thanks as well."

"He's grounded at the moment," Tessa said, flashing Dean a look before he could open his mouth. "But I'll see that he gets the message."

Sam chuckled at the thought of his brother being "grounded". He stretched a bit himself, then help a hand out to Tessa. "Thank you, for that and for taking care of him."

"You're welcome, Sam," she nodded, taking his hand and shaking it lightly. "Good luck with the Triad."

Sam leaned forward, kissing her knuckles before letting her hand go and turning to Castiel and nodding.

"I'll be in touch. Thank you."

Castiel nodded as well, before there was a flutter of wings, and he was gone. Tessa just gave him a small smile, before getting to her feet, dragging Dean with her.

"It was good seeing you, Sam," she nodded. "Take care."

"You too."

Sam reached down to pick his Bible up off the pew, pausing for a moment.

"Tessa... do you know if Dean approves of what I've been doing?" He didn't look at her, but his voice was soft, young and just needing to know what Dean thought. It was something he had been curious of for so long, and he might be able to get an actual answer now.

Dean's eyes turned to Sam, and he pulled away from Tessa's hold for a moment walking over and placing a hand on his brother's shoulder, even if he knew he couldn't feel it. "You're my baby brother. Course I'm proud of you. If she wasn't such a bitch, I'd tell you myself."

Tessa gave him a look that said passive aggressive tactics weren't going to get him anywhere, before she nodded. "Yeah, Sam. He is."

Sam took a deep breath, then stood tall and had a grateful look on his face. "I've always wondered that. Thanks. I... should go check on my son. Don't let my brother bug you too much."

He turned to leave, walking straight through Dean and then paused, catching his breath. He had a moment of being cold, his hair standing on end as it tingled. Then he just smiled to himself and kept going to head to the medical ward.

Dean's shoulders rolled slightly, after Sam walked through him, before his arms flailed, his body spazzing slightly. "Oh, that never stops being weird."

Tessa just smirked back at him, before shaking her head. "C'mon, idiot. We got a call to do."

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