The Reconstruction of Rome: Building Blocks

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Sequel to Building Rome. Rebuilding a friendship is hard work especially when dealing angels, demons, brothers, deaths, and most of all, life. Castiel and Sam seem to manage one step at a time. Takes Place during Season 10 but flashbacks for Season 6-9.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

"Sam…stay," A voice said softly.

Sam didn't want to stay. He wanted to curl up into a ball. He wanted to drift into the darkness to escape the pain. He felt that his whole side was on fire. That was saying something. He has been a chew toy for Michael and Lucifer. He has been bleed out, bones broken, skin burn and tore, bruises, cuts and everything in between.

He just grasped and let out a scream as he held his arm close to him.

"Sam…stay, please," The voice insisted again.

He didn't want to stay. He wanted to kill the demon that messed up his shoulder. He wanted kill Crowley. He wanted to find the demon that is in his brother's body and kill it too while he was at it.

"Please…."

He forced his eyes open to focus on the voice.

Castiel.

Cas was still here and he looked like crap.

While he was slowly dying on the inside, Cas seemed to have taken the other way. He noticed scratches and bruises on his face. He noticed that Cas is coughing a little more. It took him longer to get up. He moved just a little slower.

They were dying men.

"Stay awake, Sam. Just a little while long. They are coming." Cas said.

"Don't," He said.

Cas shook his head.

"This injury is too serious for you or me. You require medical assistance."

He wanted to argue. He wanted the recurrence presence of his brother.

He should know better not to want anything.

It only turned into ash.

-SPNSPN-

Castiel watched Sam drifted from various states of awareness. He wished that he still had his powers to heal his friend. He wished that he had his powers period. Many things he had learned over the years. Having and wishing are too different things with two very different results.

Most of all, Castiel regretted.

Every time, he killed one of his brothers. All of those souls that he dragged out of hell. Every time, he goes down to Earth in order to fix one of Raphael's messes. For longest…everytime, he saw Sam.

There was the wall and then there was the angel. The list went on and on.

He remembered when he saw Sam after his soul returned from the Cage.

Sam looked almost peaceful sleeping on the cot if he ignored the IV hanging beside him. It was something that his soulless counterpart never did. He would be constantly doing something. Cleaning weapons…entertaining female companions…working on a hunt. Once upon a time, he would watch Sam and Dean sleeping. He could almost hear Dean call him a creepy.

It wasn't creepy.

It gave him comfort.

At the time, he hoped that his presence would ease Sam's soul and maybe, his own guilt.

He placed his hand on Sam's soul. If he could vomit, he would. He felt its pain….horrible…horrible pain. He took Dean's soul out hell. He knew pain…but this…this was different. It almost made him weep.

He did this.

He left it there.

He dragged Sam's body out of hell but he left his soul to Lucifer.

Sam should have never called him friend.

He didn't deserve the term.

He tried to offer Sam's soul some comfort. Anything…but he couldn't.

Then he felt the wall. It was pressing against his Grace. He felt twisted and flex but it remained solid. It reminded much of those earthquake resist buildings in Japan. They would shift with the currents of the Earth.

But under enough stress…that too would crumb.

Much like Sam's wall…

He sighed as he pulled his hand out of Sam's body.

A part of him was angry at Dean. The damage to Sam's soul is irreparable. When the wall falls down…and it will, Sam will be truly broken. Another part of him shouldn't be because he had success where he refused to trend. Dean fought for his brother's soul and won.

But Dean wasn't a perfect man.

He remembered pushed the door and Dean was there. The expression of worry covered Dean's face. His entire body language screamed it.

"His soul is in place," He said as he rolled down his sleeves.

"Is he ever going to wake up?" Dean asked…almost begged.

"I'm not a human doctor, Dean."

"Can you take a guess?"

"Okay…Probably not," He said angrily as he turned around. Sam's body has been through a lot. Dean's unreasonable expectations were draining on him.

"Well, don't sugar coat."

"Well, I am sorry, Dean but I warned you about putting that thing back inside of him."

"What was I suppose to do?! Let T-1000 walk and hope it didn't open fire!"

A rush of anger burst out of him. He couldn't help it as he approached Dean.

"Let me tell you…what his soul felt like…when I touched it…like it has been skinned alive, Dean! If you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it out right."

Briefly, Dean's eyes dropped to the ground. He knew that it was in shame. He willed himself away.

Dean had nothing to compare to…because he had his guilt.

He shook away those memories. He stared at the man before him.

Now, he wished that he could do the same. He watched this man slowly crumbled inside. He was still amazed by Sam's strength. He refusing to back down and let to go of his "brother" or Crowley.

Sam will recover. He won't fall.

Even with his fading powers…neither will he.

End of Building Blocks

Next chapter: Tweet Me

A/N: Writing a sequel is hard. There is finding the right place to start and how to start it. For 4 seasons, I was left with a hot mess of various chapters and half finished starts. Until the premiere of Season 10 came along and made everything make sense…kind…still working on that. XD I hope everyone will enjoy this because I have no clue what is going to happen. So, everyone take a seat and bring some popcorn. It's time to start this wild ride. So, read and review if you wish.