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Sam sighed laying back in the simple nest that had been provided to him in his habitat in the research center that he was a main exhibit in. His silver and ice blue wings wrapped around his simply dressed body to try to add a little extra warmth but they couldn't do much.
If he took the time to think about it he would know that he had been in his forced confinement for a lot less time than it seemed but the monotony of every day drew out every hour. but Sam didn't really take time to think about things like that very often anymore. There wasn't much that brought him from his depression anymore. He would simply wake up, hunt the simple prey the humans would release into his habitat for food and exercise, fly a little around the large environment to stretch his poorly cared for wings and then return to the nest that they had put in a little rocky outlet for him to rest and repeat the cycle the next morning.
The only relief he received was when Jessica, his caregiver, would come in and talk to him. Sure the human language was a mystery to him but she was kind and her voice soothing. At least it was better then when her partner, Azazel, would shoot him with a gun filled with sedatives and he would wake up again in a lab where he would poke and prod him with all sorts of things and take notes on the effects. Then he'd be brought back to his habitat to sleep off the effects and go back to the meaningless life that he was now trapped in.
Sometimes when Sam would head to the small lake in his habitat to bathe he would see his reflection and brush the long shaggy brown hair out of his eyes and think what his brother would think of him. He'd no doubt want to chop off the too long locks and he'd probably crack a few jokes to try to put some life back in the dull hazel green eyes that used to shine with curiosity. That curiosity was the thing that put Sam in this life of never ending loneliness.
His father had taken him and Dean out hunting in the forest to bring food back to the cave where his mother had been pregnant with another fledgling that they had been debating calling Adam. John had warned his sons of the dangers humans were starting to have on angels and their territories but Sam was young and cocky. He hated that his father kept them confined to the cave so often and wanted to be free to live his own life outside the nest. Dean and Sam went one way and John went another so they could cover more ground and hopefully catch more food. They were supposed to meet up again at sunset to return to their mother. However Dean and Sam had caught sight of some humans and Sam's natural instinct to both disobey his father and find out more kicked in making him ignore his brother's plan to return and let John know that their were humans so close. Sam flew up to a tree to watch the humans and Dean followed trying to convince him to return. The fight the two of them got into caught the attention of the humans and soon shots were bring fired at them. Dean got hit in one of his beautiful ivory wings and Sam had done the only thing he could to save his brother. He drew the human's attention to himself and lead them away. The last sight he had of his family before getting his first taste of the tranquilizers was his father holding Dean and watching from the shadows sadly. Then they were gone and Sam found himself in his nest for the first time.
Angels weren't meant for captivity. Especially not large alpha male angels like Sam. Standing seven feet six inches tall with broad shoulders and tight muscles Sam was built to run, fly, and hunt better then any other creature on the planet. His wings were sleek, waterproof, and strong enough to be used as a weapon if the need arose. His skin was thick and more resistant to harm then a simple human's would be. All of these things separated Sam from humans and made them all the more interested in angel kind the more they found out.
Like the fact that there were three distinct types of angels. There were alphas like Sam and Dean who only had one set of wings and were tall and strong created to hunt and fight. Then there was betas like Sam's mother Mary who were more human sized and had two sets of wings that were smaller and more easily hidden. They were fast and no matter what sex could become pregnant after being mated to an alpha or one of the third type of angels. Omegas were smaller then normal averaging five feet at tallest but usually made up for it with their three sets of beautiful wings and abilities that set them apart from normal angels. Like betas, omegas could become pregnant no matter their sex, but other then that they often were gifted with strange gifts. Sam had heard that some could control the elements while others could control the minds of those around them. For those reasons omegas were highly sought after for mates and treated almost like royalty among angel kind. Sam had never met any but Dean said that he met one while their mother had been pregnant with Sam.
"Hello there... I brought you something." Sam's caretaker Jessica spoke softly as she entered the fake cave that Sam's nest was in snapping him from his thoughts of home and causing him to sigh sadly. He looked at her taking in her blond curls and soft pale skin. If she had been born an angel she would have been a nice mate for him but as it was he doubted he'd ever find someone that would complete him the way mates complete each other. Jessica took no note to his mood instead pulling a change of clothes and a warm blue fleece blanket out of a bag she had brought and giving it to him to add to the fluff and feathers that covered the branches and foliage that made up his nest.
"You'll be getting a new friend in here soon and I thought you'd like to look your best. I'm not sure how angels go about relationships but from what we know this one might make a good mate to you. Maybe you might even have little baby angels together! We'll find out in the morning I guess, just try to be nice to him okay?" She said excitedly but Sam understood none of it. He sometimes wished that Enochian wasn't so complicated so he could teach it to her if only so he could finally have someone to talk to.
Jessica didn't stay long after bringing him the new items and Sam did admit the new blue flannel shirt and soft gray cotton stretch pants were much more comfortable than the black t-shirt and stiff black pants they had put him in when he first arrived and it felt nice to have clean clothes to wear again. He would have made himself new fur clothes but they didn't allow him to have anything sharp so he couldn't sew them and they removed what was left of his meals after he ate them as he slept each night anyway so he wouldn't have had enough to do anything with.
As he settled down in his nest to sleep he dreamed of his lost family and wondered if they missed him as much as he missed them.