Visitation

Summary: He just might be wrong about Castiel. Based off of my idea of what if Castiel went to visit Sam at the end of It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester.

Okay, color me excited. Technically this isn't my first fic involving Castiel but it's the first that actually involves much more than his appearance and so lotsa excitement on my part 'cause really, Castiel/Misha Collins is just too awesome. And this actually did involve some research on my part cause I had no idea about some of the biblical references used, and thus, if I got it wrong…sorry.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for a trench coat…and so thus, I dedicate this one to Misha for bringing the trench back :D

"Hello Sam."

Castiel sat still for a moment; he knew it wouldn't be long before the boy would notice him, but time was of the essence.

Sam tried to ignore him, but it was difficult. There was a charisma that radiated from the angel's person making it almost impossible.

Sam was stubborn, like his brother, but he had expected that of them both.

"Today's an anniversary for you." Castiel stated, as if waiting for Sam to correct him.

Sam didn't know what the angel wanted from him, but Ruby's words echoed in his mind, a loud warning bell that he couldn't ignore any more than he could Dean's savior.

If you think that angel is on your side, you're delusional. You're part demons, Sam; you've been working with a demon. He's not waving the Team Sam flag!

"Thanks." He said his tone flat. The visit from Uriel was still fresh in his mind. "I caught your shtick earlier, from your friend. I know what you're selling."

The moment you stop being useful…

His blood had run cold at that threat. That was all it was after all, and when he ceased to be of assistance to them he'd be extinguished. How could that be what he had believed in for so long?

"No, you don't." Castiel explained plainly. His father was, of course, correct. Kid gloves and clarification was going to be of great importance when working with the Winchesters. "Uriel is my brother, as are my entire father's sons, and I love him as one but neither he nor I are perfect nor are we all knowing, a fact that my brother sometimes forgets. We can only try our best to carry out our father's orders."

He felt like he'd walked into a puzzle.

"I had to stop Samhain." He defended, it was the only response he had.

"Yes," Castiel said, "There is much that we all must do, and we forget, I imagine, that it might not be the right course to follow. God is forgiving of such mistakes, as he forgave your brother for making deals with the devil. All is not lost for you Sam Winchester, please don't forget that."

"What are you talking about?"

It was a riddle.

"Samuel, the blessed child, who was called four times before the Lord before he listened. Your mother, girlfriend, father, and brother. Do not miss his call for Samuel, it will be your saving grace, of that I can assure you."

Sam furrowed his brow in thought.

"I shouldn't be here." Castiel said, "I'm expected."

"I don't know what you want from me." Sam said.

"Pick the right course." Castiel advised, "More is dependent on you than you fathom now."

He looked upwards before speaking again, "I should leave, but it would be appreciated if this was kept between the two of us Samuel."