Title: Only The Righteous
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 591
Summary: There are questions surrounding Sam as well as an answer or two.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Sam could feel his heart thud a little faster at the realization that angels angels were real and right in front of him. It didn't matter that Castiel had warned Dean that they would kill Sam if he continued to use his powers or that they hadn't shown up before this. They were here now, and not just one angel, but two.
The next several minutes flew by, with tempers flaring on both sides and arguments shooting back and forth. This wasn't supposed to be how angels acted. They belonged to God. They should care about the people in this town. It wasn't right.
As they turned to leave the motel room, Uriel called after them. "Wait."
Sam turned around, raising an eyebrow. What more could he say? Castiel and Dean stared after Uriel, the other angel looking nervous, possibly at those particular possibilities.
"Castiel, take...Dean outside. I wish to speak with this one alone."
"What? No," Sam protested, but Castiel was already leading his brother outside. As soon as the door closed shut, Uriel was in his face.
"You are nothing to me, boy. The moment you stop being useful, I will destroy you."
Sam narrowed his eyes and unconsciously lifted his chin. "I am a good person. It's you who wants to destroy innocent people, not me. What does that say about you?"
"I am an angel of the Lord. You are nothing more than some upstart human with demon's blood running through his veins. You are imperfect, impure, a mud monkey." Uriel sneered at Sam and turned away. "There is no doubt who is the better being."
Sam reached out and grabbed Uriel's arm, gripping him tight. His first meeting with angels wasn't supposed to happen like this. They were supposed to be good.
Uriel glanced down at Sam's hand before shifting and, oh so fast, slamming Sam against the wall with his fists clenched on Sam's shirt. "You are fortunate that God has plans for your brother and that he loves you above all." Did he mean Dean or God, Sam wondered before Uriel slammed him again. "Do you know how I know exactly what you are? There is no escape from your destiny, not when you stupidly walk the road Azazel set for you."
With that, Uriel lowered his head and pressed his lips against Sam's. The kiss wasn't kind, nothing like two lovers would give, but it was more like a question. No, Sam realized, the angel already knew the question. He was searching for an answer.
Sam pushed the angel away, taking in a moment of surprise when Uriel released him. "Found what you were looking for?" asked Sam, resisting the urge to punch the angel. If it was possible to punch an angel. There was no doubt that if Uriel could...purify an entire town without breaking a sweat, he could easily take out one Sam Winchester.
"Yes," Uriel said, flatly. "I will make certain that you will not be the one who brings about our fall."
With a trick of the light, or were those really black wings that enclosed Uriel, the angel was gone and Sam was alone.
He pressed the pad of his fingers against his lips, the ghostly touch of an angel's kiss still echoing in his mind. Did Castiel do the same when he met with Dean? But that didn't matter. They had a witch to stop, a seal to save, and to keep a demon from rising. The question of angels could be dealt with the next day.
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