part one here
Benny watches Sam from across the library. It’s never hard to find Sam. The library is always the first place Benny looks, then Sam’s room. Not that he ever goes in there. But if the door is closed, he knows he can stop looking for Sam.
Cas approaches him from behind, quiet footsteps just loud enough for Benny to hear. “Have you thought of what to say to Dean?”
Benny shakes his head. “No idea.”
“This is not the first time I have seen him hurt his brother,” Cas admits quietly. “And previously I have not done enough.”
“You’re an angel,” Benny rumbles. “Couldn’t you have threatened to smite him? With wings and halos and hellfire and all that?”
“Do you think Dean Winchester fears angels?” Cas asks.
“I think you could make him fear angels,” Benny says. “If you wanted to.”
“Would I be any better than him?” Cas asks.
Benny groans and looks back at Sam. He doesn’t look particularly disturbed. He looks calm, actually, at peace, involved in his work. Benny wonders how that façade remains in place all the time. He feels like Sam should have cracked, but he’s yet to do so.
“Sam Winchester is a miracle,” Cas says, and Benny doesn’t think the angel can read minds, so they must be looking at the hunter and seeing exactly the same thing. “Everything crumbles when pushed hard enough. Everything except Sam.”