The Letters Legacy

Sam was fast asleep in the backseat of the Impala, his light snores being the only sound in the car.

I hadn't said a thing since we left that house. Even though it wasn't real, everything my mom had said in the cursed dream- or whatever the hell it was- really got to me.

Normally, people could say something about me or my family and it would bounce right off, not even phasing me. But the thing that my mom said- they sunk in deep.

Dean must have noticed that something was wrong becauae I caught him turning his head towards me a few times, looking concerned.

"You're being awfully quiet," he said.

"Nah, I'm just tired. Apparently illusions on your brain suck ass and make you exhausted," I said, lying.

Dean chuckled. "They do. Man, that was pretty fucked up. How bad was yours?"

"Not to terrible, other than the whole 'kill yourself' thing. It was just some people I had helped on past cases," I said, looking out the window as I lied.

Dean nodded and didn't say anything else. He reached to the radio and turned up the volume, so that a Pink Floyd song could be heard.

At some point on drive back to the bunker, Dean called Castiel, telling the angel to meet us at the bunker so he could heal us, especially Sam.

Not another word was said the rest of the ride.

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Cas was waiting in the library when we got back, and he immediately rushed over to help Dean and I with Sam.

Sam was still pale, and blood had started to seep through the bandanas Dean had used as temporary bandages. He had barely enough strength to hold himself up and Imade a mental note to never let him lose that much blood again. Not only was it bad for him, but I didn't exactly want to carry around 6'4" of pure muscle if I didn't have to.

As soon as I was sure Cas and Dean were taking care of Sam, I grabbed my bag and headed to my room.

I had managed to change the sheets before we left, and I was sure as hell happy I had done that then. I barely had enough energy to walk- both physically and mentally.

I plopped down on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. Only my breath could be heard in the silence.

There was a knock on the door, and I sat up.

"Come in," I said.

The door was gently opened, and Castiel walked in, his tan trench coat flowing behind him.

"Oh, hey Castiel," is said, acting like I was fine.

"Jupiter, you do know you can call me Cas as well," he said. "If Sam and Dean trust you and consider you as family, then so do I."

"Oh- well, thanks Cas," I said.

Cas gestured to the old bandana on my arm.

"You walked out before I could heal you. May I?" The angel asked, tilting his head ever-so-slightly as he did so.

"Uh- sure," I said, unwrapping the bandana.

The cut had already started to heal up, scab forming over it due to the fact that I healed a bit quicker than pretty much every other human in the world.

Cas looked my wrist, slightly confused.

"Angel blood makes me heal a tad faster than the normal rate," I said, ans Cas nodded before placing his hand just an inch above the cut, and soft light shone. For a brief second, it felt warm and comforting, but then it went away as the cut was healed.

"Thanks Cas," I said, keeping up my act.

This is when I learned that you couldn't fool an angel.

"Jupiter, what's wrong? You seem... hurt," Cas said, tilting his head a bit.

I sighed. I didn't want to tell anyone, but if I had to, I would've picked Cas. He had this comforting aura, and I didn't know if it was because he was an angel or if it was just his personality.

I patted the spot next to me on the bed.

"You may as well sit down. I don't know how long this is going to take."

Castiel walked over and say down next to me.

"When we were on the case, there was a curse on the box. It made you see things that weren't real. The whole goal of it was to get you to kill yourself. Mine was..... twisted," I said, my pausing as I remembered what it had been like.

"I saw Bobby first. He was like a grandfather to me. He practically raised me. He said that he missed me. That Pluto and Kaleb- my dad and brother- missed me. Hell, he even said my mom missed me. He said that we could all be together if I just gave in. Don't get me wrong, I miss them all, but I can't leave the world in this shape. That, and for once I'm actually starting to feel like I have a family," I said.

Cas nodded, listening.

"But when I said no, it changed. I saw my mom instead. She and I, we didn't exactly have the world's best relationship. She said that I was selfish because I wouldn't kill myself. She came at me, and somehow I cut my wrist in the real world. But then, she said that- that I was the reason that Pluto and Kaleb were dead. She said she wished I'd been the one to die instead. I've always felt like she couldn't stand to look at me, but before she died we... fixed things, in one wat or another. But what was said in that dream world.... I can't get it out of my head. Part of me thinks she was right," I said, looking away, a single year running down my cheek.

"Jupiter, I'm very sorry. But what ever you saw, you know it wasn't real. It was the curse trying to get you to give up. And yes, you said that you and your mother had a tough relationship, but if she truly thought you were the cause of your father and brother's deaths, then do you think she would have given you the angel blood? She did it save you. Remember that," Cas said.

I turned back to him, smiling a bit.

He did have a point. Besides, the curse was meant to fuck with your head.

"Do you need a hug?" He asked.

I chuckled. "No, but I'll take one anyway."

I leaned over and hugged him, and he awkwardly hugged me back.

When, we let go of each other and pulled away, I smiled, actually feeling a little better.

"Thanks Cas. For listening and the hug," I said.

Castiel got up and headed towards the door.

"You're welcome, Jupiter. If you ever need to talk again, I'll listen," he said before walking out and closing the door behind him.

It was also at this moment that I decided that the angel was a part of my family, and that there wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for him.