#casxsam

[cas-gimmie-love]

I was doing my Finals and oh and behold what I find...

I cant even finish my test....

[jiminisjamin]

At The Park

Pairing: Sastiel

Challenge: This is for @queen-of-deans-booty ‘s 3,500 follower celebration (spn card thing)! Congratulations on 3,500 followers, you deserve it and so many more! <3

“Prompts”: Sam + stress + single parent AU

Warnings: Mentions of death, a widowed parent, mentions of divorce

Rating: Mid-Fluff

Word Count: 1,559

A/n: Also I apologize if this isn’t good- I’ve never written for Sastiel, but thought I would try something new for the challenge!

Title: At The Park

 Sam sighs, glancing at his phone one more time before moving up to the receptionist once more. “Are you sure all of the kids are out?” She nods slowly, her head tilting slightly.

“Yes, I’m sure Mr. Winchester. They all left about 10 minutes ago.”

It’s around this time that panic rises in Sam’s chest, and he nods, turning quickly and bolting out of the building, shouting a rushed thank you over his shoulder as he jogs down the street, his gaze raking over the sea of people. “Johnathan! Johnny!” Sam searches frantically, stopping every person he can. “Have you seen a boy? Five years old, about this tall? He’s wearing an orange shirt- plain, yeah, plain orange, he has a dark green puffy jacket- jeans and som- no? Oh- no, thank you,” he bolts down the street, cupping his hand around his mouth and shouting. “Johnny! Johnny!” He racks his brain to think of anywhere Johnathan could be and remembers the conversation they’d had earlier. “The park…” He turns quickly, blinking away the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as he backtracks quickly, weaving his way through the crowd while constantly calling for his son.

Not too far away he can see the park, and he sees a streak of orange running across the playground. “Johnny!” He moves faster than he ever thought possible as he jumps over the bench, dropping quickly and scooping up his son, pulling him to him in a tight hug. “Oh, god, Johnny, what are you doing? Why did you leave- are you okay? Oh god, Johnny, are you okay?” He pulls away, grasping his child’s head and turning it, examining every visible inch of his son.

“Dad!” Johnathan whines, a smile sliding across his face. “I’m fine!” Sam frowns, pulling Johnathan in for another hug.

“Don’t ever do this again, why would you leave? I told you I was going to be late! I told you to wait at the front desk, Johnny!”

“Oh, my.” Sam looks up, frowning when he hears the deep voice. He stares down at him and looks away briefly. “I, uh…that would be my fault. I’m so sorry- I didn’t realize…” He motions to the side. “Maria said that Johnny said that his dad- you, I guess, said that he could come to the park with us. I didn’t think much about it- I’m so sorry. I hope you didn’t get too worried.” Sam swallows roughly and stands up.

“Johnny, go play- we’ll talk about this later, okay?”

“I’m not in trouble?” He asks softly.

“No. I’m just…I’m glad you’re okay- go, have fun.” He watches his son run over to the jungle gym, and sighs, plopping down onto the bench and covering his face.

“I’m so sorry,” the man sits down next to Sam. “I didn’t mean any harm.”

“No- I know, it’s fine. I just can’t lose him- you know? He’s all I have left.” He drags his hand down his face and then holds it out to him.

 “I’m Sam. What’s your name?” He shakes Sam’s hand.

“I’m Castiel.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Castiel.” He smiles and closes his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if he was gone.”

“Hopefully you weren’t too worried- I mean, maybe you thought your wife had just…come and got him?” Sam’s smile turns sad and he looks away.

“There’s no…wife. Not anymore, that is.”

“Oh. Divorce?”

“Widowed, actually.” Sam shakes his head, a small, bitter smile on his face. “It doesn’t seem too fair- but, hey. I still got Johnny.” He smiles, turning his gaze to his son. Castiel smiles lightly.

“I’m a single parent too.” Castiel tilts his head, staring up at the sky.

“Oh. Divorce…or?” Castiel laughs slightly and shrugs. Sam frowns. “Are you widowed too…or?” Castiel shakes his head.

“No, no. It was a divorce.”

“Oh- I’m sorry, man.” Castiel turns his gaze to Sam, his bright blue eyes searching his face as his lips quirk up in a visibly uncomfortable smile.

“I- don’t feel…bad, it was my choice.” He shifts uncomfortably.

“Oh. And…you got custody? Did she not want her?” Castiel swallows thickly.

“No, we have joint custody.” He looks over at Sam. “She actually didn’t want to get divorced.” He looks down at his hands. “I just…”

“You didn’t love her anymore?” Sam fills in, “was it someone else? Where is she?” He doesn’t see Castiel visibly stiffen, his head dropping lower as he tugs at the end of his blue sweater’s sleeve.

“No, actually. It wasn’t another…it wasn’t like that. I just…I didn’t love her anymore- there was no one else.” Sam frowns, turning to look at Castiel.

“Oh.” Castiel shifts again.

“Uh- again, I’m sorry for…worrying you. I truly thought it had been worked out with you- I didn’t know if you maybe knew Meg, or…” Sam frowns.

“Meg?”

“Uh- my, uh, ex-wife. I didn’t know if this was something you’d arranged earlier with her- so I just went with it. I don’t want Maria knowing I’m out of the loop with her mother.”

“The two of you aren’t on good terms yet?’ Sam asks, returning his gaze to watching his son play.

“You could say that, I guess. I hurt her- she hurt me…it was…a confusing time.” Sam nods, his jaw clenching.

“Yeah. I get it.”

“I doubt that,” Castiel comments, turning his gaze back to his daughter.

“Excuse me?”

“I- I just mean…I don’t think you, uh, understand what it was.”

“You didn’t love her anymore,” Sam replies. “What’s there to get? You both got hurt, it happens a lot.”

“No.” Sam turns his gaze to one of the other mom’s who was hanging around near the bench, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Excuse me?”

“It doesn’t happen a lot,” she turns her burning gaze to Castiel, and he hangs his head, his face burning in shame under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Did he cheat on her or something?” Sam asks, still confused.

“I think that would’ve been easier on her. No- he went to the other side.” The women raises her eyebrows, attempting to clue in Sam without outright telling him. Castiel swallows again, placing his hand on his neck.

“I didn’t…I didn’t switch,” he mutters, keeping his voice low. “I just…realized.” It takes a few more moments for the women to sigh, and lean into Sam.

“He’s gay, honey.” She murmurs, standing up and turning around, calling for her child and smiling. “Goodbye, Castiel.” She waves, and Castiel waves back.

“Bye,” he clears his throat, glancing over at Sam. “Uh, yeah.” Sam stares at him for a while before smiling and shrugging.

“Okay. I’m glad you didn’t force yourself to stay in that relationship,” he replies. Castiel smiles, a sigh of relief falling past his lips.

“So am I,” he mutters.

“Yeah. Also- I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or, weird about me knowing.” Sam looks away. “You don’t need to worry, I guess is what I’m saying. I…it’s normal, Castiel.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“No problem.” Castiel clears his throat slightly.

“Have you ever…?” Sam raises his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Questioned yourself.” Sam shakes his head.

“No. I know who I like,” Castiel’s head dips slightly.

“Oh- okay, I see.” Sam’s lips curl up in a grin, and his eyebrows raise as he turns his gaze to the sky.

“You know,” he begins, getting Castiel’s attention, “I never said who I like.” Castiel sits up a little straighter.

“Oh?” Sam nods and smiles.

“Yeah. I just like people for who they are, mostly.” Sam sighs, and stands up, brushing off his jeans. “Anyways,” he pulls out his phone and hands it to Castiel.

“U-uh, what?”

“You have a phone, right?” Castiel nods.

“Yes, I-”

“Let me see it,” he fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket and stands up, handing Sam his phone and taking Sam’s. “I, uh- put my number…in?” Sam nods, typing into Castiel’s phone.

“Yeah. I think we should talk sometime. Our kids get along- maybe they could play together sometime, and we could have some coffee?” Castiel blushes, and smiles.

“Yes- that would be…that would be fun.” Sam smiles, glancing at the ground.

“Well, I’m looking forward to it. Maybe this Friday?” Castiel nods and Sam calls Johnathan over.

“Yes, Sam- that would work.”

“Okay, great.” He grins, tilting his head as he motions for Johnny to come over. “Oh, and Castiel?” Castiel raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“Shy suits you,” Sam smiles and turns to Johnny as he walks over. “Hey, buddy.” He lifts his kid up and smiles at Castiel. “We’ll see you and Maria Friday then?” Castiel nods.

“Yeah- yes, Friday.”

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll text you later for more details,” Sam smiles, his gaze lingering with Castiel’s for a few seconds, only breaking when Maria calls for her father, and Castiel turns around, his expression turning soft as he crouches down, enveloping his daughter in his arms and talking softly to her. Sam smiles, and turns.

“Talk to you later, Cas.” He says, setting Johnathan down and grabbing his hand, heading over to their car.

“Talk to you then!” Castiel calls out, quickly sparing a glance over his shoulder at Sam. Sam turns, meeting Castiel’s gaze once more, and his heart lifts slightly as a deep blush creeps over Castiel’s cheeks.

Tags: 

SPN: @thatshellfiredean , @idixsyncrxsy , @ain-t-bovvered , @and-we-are-all-dead , @shows-up-naked-covered-in-bees

[jordanwinchesterimagines]

Cookie Conspiracies and Revelations

Title: Cookie Conspiracies and Revelations

Words: 4175

A/N: Here is the next part to You Don’t Know What It Feels Like! For those of you late to the game, it started out as a deanxreader but due to overwhelming comments and text in my inbox it is now working out to be a sassy sastiel mess that I love. I know there was some issues with the links to previous parts, so I went back and fixed them. They should be working now. As always, Thank you for your love and support through likes, rebloggs and messages. Love you all. You mean the world to me!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Sam returned from his run two hours later completely drenched in sweat, and exhausted, both mentally and physically. Instead of clearing his mind, the run just made him more anxious.  Not being able to zone out like he normally does, his mind wandered to everything that has happened in the last few days. From the moment that Castiel had arrived at the cabin, Sam had been a flustering mess. Everything that the angel did seemed to pull some sort of embarrassing response out of him, and he was not sure how he felt about it. It wasn’t the fact that Cas was a guy… Hell,  Sam had been there done that once or twice in his past. Maybe it was that he was an angel and the fact that Sam was the opposite of righteous, at least in his eyes. Whatever it was, the increased heart rate, the redness in his cheeks… made him nervous and terrified.  But what did that all mean?

Sam sighed as he came through the door quietly and headed straight for his room. Feeling the immediate need to shower, he grabbed a change of clothes before darting into the bathroom. He turned the water on before stripping down and stepping in under the scalding, hot water. He felt his body relax after a few minutes, the stream of water doing it’s job. Unfortunately, his mind was not able to take a break from the thousands of thoughts swarming around in his brain. What was this feeling in his gut? Why was it happening now? How was he going to ignore it? Did he want to? Sam groaned, resting his head on the tile. He was so confused. He didn’t like Cas, did he? Was this some side effect of trying to get over you? Or was this real? Sam felt his muscles tighten at the thought, the shower no longer helping. He turned the water off, threw on his boxers and walked out of the bathroom. Before heading to his bedroom, he risked a trip to the kitchen, to retrieve an unopened bottle of vodka. He drank half the bottle before he decided to slow down. Taking out his phone he pulled up his favorite picture of the two of you, the same one he looked at the night he decided to leave. He stared at it for awhile before realizing that it was not giving him the same feelings as it did nearly a month ago. Sure there were still… feelings there. But his heart didn’t ache like it did when he first left. Maybe the time in the cabin had helped… or was it something else? Sam would be lying if he said that Cas being here didn’t help. When Cas had told him that he drove all the way to South Dakota to check on him…. That had affected Sam more than he had expected. It made him feel important, it made him feel cared for… it made him feel loved? He shook his head. That was ridiculous, right? Cas didn’t like him like that! He was a really good friend… But why did it affect him so much? Sam took a long swig from the bottle…. A very long swig. At this point, he wanted to shut his brain off for awhile and sleep.

…

Castiel had been there three weeks and they had been filled with moments that had made Sam both uncomfortable and embarrassed. Walking in on Cas cooking breakfast in his pajamas, blushing when Cas reached across the table and wiped salad dressing off of his chin, Sam feeling warm and tingly at the sight of Cas wearing his t-shirt to bed…. But the thing was, the more time that had passed, the more comfortable he became. Tonight, the two of them had been invited to dinner at Jody’s, and Sam wondered briefly what the girls would think. Jody was like a mother to Sam, and he was interested in picking her brain on the feelings that he had been experiencing since the angel’s arrival. Sam checked himself once more in the mirror making sure that he was presentable.

“Cas, we gotta go! We have to be there in like..” He checked his watch. “Twenty minutes!”.

“I’m ready, Sam” Sam jumped, Castiel’s sudden appearence behind him startling him.

“Don’t scare me like that!” he said, a light chuckle forming. He turned around to look at Cas. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, and a black t-shirt underneath his blue flannel. It brings out the color of his eyes…. Sam shook his head.

“Is this suitable?” Cas asked, frowning at Sam’s expression and looking down at this shirt. “I thought it would be okay, since you and your brother wear them often…”

“NO! I mean… yeah it, ugh.. Looks good. I just…” Sam ran his hand through his hair nervously. “ I’m just not used to seeing you in different clothes all the time.” It was a half truth, but a truth nonetheless.. “Ready to go?” Cas nodded and they made their way to the truck, pausing briefly to grab the plate of cookies that Cas had baked earlier that day. They played music as they drove, loud enough to hear but not loud enough to drown out their light conversation. At one point Sam risked a glance over to Cas who was humming softly and looking out the passenger side window. The sun was shining on his pale skin, and the wind coming through the open window was blowing his short black hair. Several weeks ago, Sam would find the image odd... a bit out of place. But now, Sam thought that it looked almost perfect, and silently hoped that he would be able to see it again in the future.

…..

Jody’s POV:

Jody watched as the two men pulled up in the driveway. She smiled and shook her head when Sam got out first and walked around to help Castiel open the door. They were speaking to each other as they walked to the door, Sam walking oddly close to the angel. “Girls! They’re here!” Jody stepped off of her porch in order to catch Sam in a bear hug. She squeezed him briefly before releasing him and patting him on the shoulder. Looking over, she noticed Cas had distanced himself a few steps and was standing awkwardly to the side. “Come on, Castiel. You’re not getting away that easily.” She motioned for him to come closer but grew impatient with his shuffling feet. Still holding the plate of baked goods, Cas held one hesitant arm out for her. She chuckled and returned the gentle hug. ‘Good ole’ Cas’ Jody thought.

“I baked these earlier today. I have heard that it is customary to bring something when invited over to someone’s home.”

“Well, look at that! Thank you. I’m looking forward to trying them after dinner.” She took the plate from his hands and headed for the door, motioning for them to follow. “Come on in, boys”. Claire and Alex were waiting for them in the living room, looking like they had been laughing at something. Alex elbowed Claire in the side when they entered, to which Claire scowled, but said nothing. “What’s so funny?” Jody asked, looking at the girls skeptically.

“Nothing, Claire just told me a joke.” Alex said, nervously.

“I’m going to accept that, but only because you're not killing each other.” She motioned for Castiel and Sam to sit down. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. I’ll yell for you.” She left them to fend for themselves with with the pair of teenagers while she finished making the salad. As she chopped, she couldn’t help but think about the change she had seen in Sam since the last time he had been there. He didn’t look like he was going to drive his truck into the lake anymore. He almost looked… smitten? If what she suspected was true, Dean owed her a hundred dollars.

……..

Sam’s POV:

Sam winced as Castiel’s plate of cookies was placed in the center of the table. The poor guy hadn’t realized that he had burnt the cookies, having not had much baking experience, and ham didn't have the heart to tell him back at the cabin. He had been banking on the girls picking up on his plan to eat them no matter the taste and unpleasant appearance. ‘Fingers crossed’ he thought. He noticed Cas shifting next to him, obviously anxious for feedback on his baking. He took a deep breath and reached across Cas to the stack of black cookies and grabbed one. He smiled at Cas before taking a large, difficult bite on the overcooked dough. Overall, the taste wasn’t horrible, but the fact that he could probably use it as a hockey puck didn’t help. He nodded and managed to produce a happy sound in fake-approval.

“Are they good?” Cas asked, hopefully

“Oh, yeah. The best!” He coughed. “You know what would make them better though? A tall glass of cold milk.” Cas nodded.

“Would you like me to get some for you?” He asked, already standing from his seat.

“That would be great, Cas. Thanks.” Sam watched him cross the room and enter the kitchen, waiting until he was out of sight to spit the excess crumbs out of his mouth. He looked across the tables to the three smiling women. He stared them down. “You better eat one or hide one, because no one is telling him.”

“Don’t worry Big and Tall, we won’t hurt your boyfriends feelings…” Claire murmured, taking two cookies and putting them in her pockets. Sam frowned.

“What?” he asked, not sure if he had heard Claire correctly.

“You heard me.” She said, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Alright, give it a rest” Jody warned, nodding to the cookies. “Like he said… eat ‘em or hide ‘em”. There was a scurry of movement at the sound of Castiel’s footsteps returning from the kitchen. Each of them grabbed a few and managed to shove them in various places before the angel walked in with an arm full of glasses and a gallon of milk.

“I thought I would bring the milk out since there are so many of us….” Cas stopped walking and stared at the empty tray, tilting his head. “Did you eat all of them?” If Sam wasn’t the leader of the cookie conspiracy of the century, he would have laughed at Cas’ confused gaze.

“Sorry, Cas. I guess we all got too excited and finished them off.” Sam said, patting his stomach.

“Yeah. Sam here ate six all by himself.” Claire said, throwing a smirk in Sam’s direction. Castiel beamed.

“Well, I would be happy to make you more, Sam. Perhaps tomorrow when you are training Claire...” Sam nodded.

“Sounds good to me.” Sam replied, sending Claire a pointed glare

“They were delicious” Jody chimed in, “but we need to get this mess cleaned up” she looked at Sam. “Help me with the dishes?” Sam nodded. He knew that it was more of a command than a question.

“What can I do, Jody?” asked Cas, expectantly. Jody reached out and patted his shoulder.

“You don’t need to do a thing” she motioned to Claire, “Claire was actually hoping to ask you some questions about the research she has been doing.” Claire shrugged, she had been there long enough to know when to question the older woman, and when to just go along with it. She stood up from her chair.

“Let’s go, Cas.” She left the room, not bothering to check and make sure he was coming. Castiel shot Sam a questioning look before setting down the glasses and following the teenager down the hallway. Alex, who had been watching from her seat at the table, stood and took her leave, mumbling something about homework. Jody picked up a stack of plates off the table.

“You know the drill”. Sam took a deep breath. ‘Here we go’ he thought.

………….

They settled into their normal rhythm, Jody washing and Sam drying. After a few moments of silence Jody spoke. “You going to tell me what’s going on with you and Cas, or are we going to ignore whatever it is that you're hiding.”

“How did you know?” Her reply came in the form of a sarcastic face. Sam nodded. “Right. Well, I’m not really sure what’s going on, to be honest.”

“Well, what changed? Obviously the last time you were here things were… different.”

“I don’t know.” Sam sighed. “One minute I’m sad and lonely and the next thing I know Cas is pulling up in his death trap of a car and now I’m…..confused”.

“Confused? Why is it confusing?” she asked, handing him another plate. He took it, shaking his head.

“I don’t know. He just….” he exhaled loudly and put the plate and the towel down, turning to face her. “He does these things… like, weird things… that make me feel… weird.” Jody placed the dish she was holding back into the soapy water and returned Sam’s gaze.

“Sam, you sound like a twelve year old girl. What do you mean ‘weird things’” He folded his arms and rocked back on his heels.

“He makes me breakfast sometimes… and he makes sure to say goodnight before he goes to bed.” Sam chuckled. “He leaves me notes on the bathroom mirror letting me know when we run out of toothpaste. Jody, he drove all the way from the bunker to make sure that I was okay after… you know. He could barely walk and he drove hours to check on me.”

“And that makes you feel ‘weird’? Come on, level with me here. You’ve always been able to talk to me.” Jody nudged him. “How does it make you feel?” He thought for a moment. How DID it make him feel? He thought back to the first day that Cas had showed up at the cabin, and how Cas had driven when he was injured just to make sure that he was okay. His heart had beat faster in his chest, and he had felt overwhelmed by the gesture. The only other times he had felt something like this for another person was with Jess… and you. Of course he had recognized his feelings creeping up on him in the last few weeks, but until now he was pushing it aside, hiding it away and trying to pretend nothing was different between him and the angel. Why wouldn’t he? Everyone he had ever had feelings for ended up dead, or dating his brother. Why would this be any different? What if Cas didn’t feel anything towards Sam and he was imagining the whole thing? Or worse, what if he did and then something happened to him? Sam shook his head, he didn’t want to imagine anything happening to Cas. Just the thought of it made him shudder. He knew how he felt, he was just reluctant to admit it.

“Scared.” Sam whispered. Jody reached forward and gently touched his arm, trying to provide any comfort that she could.  

“Scared of what?” Sam blinked at the water accumulating in his eyes and released a sarcastic chuckle. ‘This was so dumb’ he thought. He was supposed to be a hunter, he was supposed to be strong and fearless. But this whole situation had him in a crumbling mess.

“Getting hurt.” He admitted, his voice betraying him. There was no hiding any of this from her. She knew everything… saw everything.. There was no way he was going to get away with telling her anything but the truth.

“The way that (Y/N) hurt you?”  Sam shrugged his shoulders and nodded in response, not trusting himself to speak words. Jody sighed and folded her arms across her chest. She seemed to be deep in concentration, like she was planning the words that she was about to use. After a few moments of silence passed between them she spoke. “Look, I love (Y/N), I love her like she is one of my own girls, and I wouldn't say a thing against her. But, Sam… she fell for Dean the second they met. She never loved you the way that you wanted her to. Castiel?” She huffed. “That boy has it so bad for you, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn't had feelings for you this whole time.”  Sam opened his mouth to speak, but was only silenced by Jody’s raised hand and a stern look. “I’m serious. He looks at you the same way you used to look at her…. The way you looked at him tonight at dinner.” Sam’s heart fluttered inside of his chest.

“Did I really stare at him.. Like that?” She nodded. Sam ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “I don’t know what to do, Jody. What do I do?” Sam looked into her eyes, a combination of desperation and unbridled fear. He was looking for an answer… anything that would get rid of this pit in his stomach.

“Talk to him, Sam. You have to talk to him about how you are feeling because if you don’t… it’s going to eat you both alive. You have to be honest with him.” Sam let her words sink in. Was it really that simple?  

…

Castiel silently followed Claire down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, idly wondering what questions the teenager could have for him. He knew that she had been reading up on lore and training with Sam, but he was apprehensive about this situation. What if she asked him something that he didn’t know? Or something he didn’t want to answer? In fact, spending time alone with her made him feel a bit uncomfortable. They had gotten to a place in their relationship where she didn’t want to kill him on sight anymore, but they weren’t friends. He never expected her to be a hundred percent over their past… he didn’t blame her. Still, he had hopes that someday they could be closer, he felt responsible for what happened to her and cared for her well being.

He smiled awkwardly as she opened her bedroom door and ushered him inside. Castiel was not sure what a teenage girl’s room should look like, but he knew that Claire’s room was a bit ‘dark’ for her age. The dark maroon colored walls were littered with newspaper clippings, crime scene photos and scribbled notes, and the desk was cluttered with stacks of paper and lore books. Castiel briefly wondered if the desk was ever used for the homework she claimed to be completing. Castiel felt Claire brush past him and watched as she threw herself on her unmade bed and pulled out her cell phone. He coughed softly, clearing his throat. “I see you have acquired more lore on angels. What would you like to ask me?” Claire scoffed.

“Yeah, I don’t have any questions” she replied, throwing her phone down on her bed.

“Then why….”

“Because I want the details.” she started, cutting him off.

“Details? Which details are you referring to?” Castiel questioned, a look of pure confusion crossing his face. What was she talking about?

“The details that lead up to you and Big and Tall becoming a thing.”

“A thing?” She huffed in annoyance.

“Yes. When did you guys do the deed?” Cas squinted as she continued. “You know, when you did the tango…. “ Cas shook his head.

“Are you talking about Sam and I?” She laughed out loud then, and Castiel grew even more uncomfortable. He wished that he had insisted on helping Jody and Sam with clean up, feeling as though this conversation was going in a direction he was trying to avoid.

“Duh. When did you become a couple?” She had moved to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, excited by the idea of gathering intel to share with Jody and Alex later.

“We are not a couple.” Her brows furrowed as she shook her head in disbelief.

“What do you mean, you’re not a couple! How is that even possible?” Castiel shifted nervously on his feet.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Claire. There is nothing romantic going on between Sam and I.”

“That’s bull.” Castiel could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his body temperature climbing by the second. Using the sleeve of his flannel, he wiped at his face, attempting to hide the signs of his increasing anxiousness. “You like him, Cas. I know you do! Why else would you be staying out here?”

“I needed a place to stay while I heal.” he tried reasoning.

“Yeah, and that could have been a number of places. You wanted to be here with him!”

“I do not see how that indicates romantic feelings.”

“You love him, don’t you?” she asked, using a more serious tone than the angel had expected of her.

“I don’t…”

“Castiel, you are wearing my dad’s face…. You look at Sam the same way Jimmy looked at my mom.” he sighed, feeling defeated. How could he lie to her now? She was the most stubborn person he had ever met, with the exception of Dean, and he knew that he was not going to be able to leave the room without answering her questions.

“Yes. I do have those feelings for Sam.” She smiled softly, rolling her shoulders back as if rolling the heaviness of her previous statement. Castiel felt a microscopic weight lift after his admission, finally admitting it out loud even if it was to Claire was something he had never been able to do before.

“So what’s the hold up? What is stopping you from being with him then?.” Castiel looked down at the floor, scratching his head while trying to avoid eye contact with the young girl. She examined him for a moment, making Castiel feel like he was under investigation. She rose from her spot on the bed and walked across the room, standing before him. He was forced to look at her now, her shorter frame forcing itself in his space. “He doesn’t know does he?”

“No.” He was surprised when she placed a hand on his shoulder, not knowing her to show others much affection.

“Cas, why haven't you told him?”  Cas exhaled.

“Because Sam does not return my feelings. I would not want to cause him any discomfort.” Her mood suddenly shifted as she laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. He stood there, letting her get it out of her system, waiting patiently for an explanation. She pulled back after a few moments and wiped an imaginary tear from her eye.

“For an angel you are so dumb sometimes!” Cas stared at her, wondering where this insult had come from. “He likes you too, you big idiot.”

“I think you’re mistaken.”

“Oh no… I am not ‘mistaken’. Do you want to know what really happened to all of your “cookies?” she asked, using air quotes to carry her point across.

“My cookies?” She nodded and reached into her pocket, pulling out three of the baked discs and handing them to Castiel.

“Their burnt… overdone.. No offense.” she added. “He made us hide them and lie so you wouldn’t know.”

“Why would he not tell me they were inedible?”

“Because he didn’t want you to feel bad! He did not want your feelings to be hurt…. It’s textbook, Cas.” He turned the cookies over in his hands, thinking about her words. “And that look I was talking about?” she snapped in front of his face, demanding his attention. “He was giving it to you too.”

“Claire, I….. are you sure?” She nodded, crossing her arms.

“You need to talk to him.”

“I suppose so.” he paused. Could this really be true? Castiel had been in love with Sam Winchester since he had first laid eyes on him, and he had become comfortable with its one-sidedness. He was content with simply being in the younger man’s presence, had made peace with his unrequited love. If Claire was right, then things were about to change, and Castiel was not sure how he felt about it, a feeling of knots forming in his stomach.

“CAS!” The two were brought out of the moment by the sound of Sam calling from the living room.

“In here!” Claire called out. A few moment’s later Sam’s head poked in the doorway, giving her a small smile before turning his gaze to Cas.

“Jody has an early shift tomorrow. We should probably get going.” Cas nodded in acknowledgement.

“Very well. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Claire didn’t miss the look the Sam gave the angel before he took his leave, most likely to retrieve his containers full of leftovers. She tapped Castiel on the shoulder gently, bringing him into a tight hug.  

“For what it's worth…. I hope it works out. You both deserve to be happy.”

[moonbunmedic]

Imagine if the writers build up what seems to be a romantic relationship between Cas and Dean and make us believe it's gonna be canon. Only for them to get Sam and Cas together

[deansawthetvglow]

Give me your thoughts on destiel, Sastiel and WinCasWin (CasxDean and CasxSam)

destiel: the greatest love story ever told

sastiel: eh. it’s sweet, but not my cup of tea

wincaswin: ah so like sam and dean are eachother’s metas right like not together ?? i guess same thought, nice bc cas can get different kinda of relationships from each, but deancas still reigns supreme, i’d rather read just a destiel fic

[metallikca]

Ah, I want to return the favour, since I enjoyed answering those questions so much

(Asdhcjd!!! You like my blog?!?!?! 🖤🖤🖤🖤😭🤓🤓🤓)1; Favorite character that isn’t a main Character? (So not Cas, Dean, Sam or Crowley)Charlie. Always charlie. Forever charlie. Rowena is a very close second though. 2; Least favourite character that isn’t evil?John, Samuel. Theyre tied. 3; otp? Uhhh i have too many. Destiel, Samstiel, Cassandriel, Samwena, Soulless!Samwena, Singmills...Just. so many. There is no one true pairing for me I legit have too much love for all of my ships. 4; Notp? Weecest. I dont think of kids in romantic relationships or in love. Best friends that realize they love each other as adults and then start a 'ship, thats fine. But not as children. 5; brotp? CharliexDean, CasxSam, Demon!DeanxCrowley and SamxMick. These change all the time.6; fav writer? @winchesters-favorite-girl Katie is amaaaazing7; fav episode? 11x4, Baby. There is no other episode that is cooler than an entire episode shot in Baby. 8; youtp?(Ch you’d want to be with) Charlie is just a pure delight, so it'd have to be Her. But my evil side can't get over Rowena, with her scots accent and red hair..... Id to darkside for her lol. And if i had to choose a Boy it'd probably be Sam. 9; character you identify with most?Dean mostly. 10; character you identify with least? John. 11; favourite power up so to speak?(IE, Mark of Cain, Grace, Demon blood) I love this question 🤓 Probably Demon blood tbh. 12; Ch you’d want to Genderbend? Crowley. I just think it'd be cool and hilarious.13; fav Mom!Ch? JODYYYYY14; fav Dad!Ch? Crowley15; Ch you’d like to have a kid like? Sam, Charlie. 16; Fav fic?I never remember names of fics and rarely remembers who wrote them unless I know it REALLY well, so I cant answer this with any kind of accuracy.17; what character would you bring back if you could? (only one!!!)CHARLIE DESERVED TO LIVE *screams in bitterness and anger at the writers for the injustice that is Charlie Bradbury's death*

[acklelantern]

Major height difference is my weakness. It’s just so cute. Its why I love sastiel so much. Cas is super short compared to Sam. 

[deanandcaswithwords]

GreenEyed Monster (ff)

HigherMagic (5,182; PG13)

Summary: If there's one language Dean understands, it's Alpha-Male-Don't-Touch-What's-Mine speak. Sam teaches Castiel to speak that language. Sam/Castiel, Dean/Castiel.

Comments:  AKA Sam and Cas pretend to be together to get Dean to man-up.  There's a little one-sided Sam/Cas here (on Sam's side), but only a little.  Sam's fake blowjob is priceless.

[imaginecastielandsam]

The greatest gift of them all

genre: fluffity fluff

Castiel doesn’t know what he likes, so Sam makes it his priority to help the angel find things that he likes.

Each morning Castiel wakes up to find different things next to his pillow –on Sam’s pillow.

The first time it was a comic about a man who wore a bat suit. Castiel read it and liked it.

That night, Cass kissed Sam’s neck and wrapped his waist from behind as soon as he appeared next to his young partner. Pleased that Sam wasn’t flinching any more every time Cass came quietly behind him. “Thank you,” he murmured against the long neck feeling Sam trembling.

The next morning, he opened his eyes to find a book on the cold pillow. Castiel took it with him. When he came back, it was already too late and Sam was already in bed. In silence, he took off his coat, and slide under the covers, facing Sam. Sleepy eyes opened to see him and Sam smiled, just as he slithered his arms around the angel pulling him closer to him. Cass found his favourite place to lay next to Sam, absorbing warmth and comfort. “You don’t think I’m like Don Quixote, do you?”

Sam smiled. “Of course not. Did you like it?”

“Yes.” Cass said against Sam’s chest, his breath tickling warm skin, never admitting he had read the book before.

The days passed and Castiel kept waking up with a new present next to his pillow.

Finally, he realized what Sam was doing.

Every gift given to Cass, was taken and accepted with joy. So far, Sam believed Castiel liked everything he had given to him. The day previously Castiel had returned not knowing not to do with his gift. Sam took the silver cufflinks and attached them to Cass’ white shirt before taking said shirt off.

It had been a pleasant and rather tiring night.

Of course, it meant that Sam overslept in Castiel’s arms.

He opens his eyes to see light creeping through the blinds. He needs to get up and go fetch Cass’ present. He slowly pushes the blankets over him trying to get up without waking Cass. Strong arms keep him in place though, and as Sam turns around he sees wide open, blue eyes looking at him.

“Where are you going?”

Sam says nothing. He wanted to bring Castiel a new shirt; he bought it thinking a blue silk shirt would look wonderful on Cass.

Castiel’s voice brings him back to here and now. “While I like everything you give to me, what I love the most is waking up next to you, feeling your warmth, knowing you’re here.” The angel pushes him down on the bed and pulls him on top of him. “Never let me wake up along, in a cold bed again,” he says against Sam’s lips, stealing a kiss he had missed over the last couple of weeks.

Now, Sam knows what Cass likes the most. Only, he has to find a new time to deliver his presents, he thinks as he straddles Cass’ hips…

… after all, it would have been nice if he felt blue silk combined with Castiel’s skin.

[buccky]

what if when the Winchesters figure out the angel tablet Cas falls on purpose and becomes human so he would never have to leave Dean and Sam

[imaginecastielandsam]

Fantasies & how your angel will make them true

“What’s that?” Castiel asked Sam as a team of about 8 kids passed by them accompanied by two young people.

“Kindergarten kids. And probably their teachers too.”

Castiel kept watching them until they disappeared between the crowds of people doing their shopping. “And they’re dressed…?”

Sam couldn’t hide a smirk. “Like angels.”

“I don’t understand they humans’ notion of what angels are. Never did, never will.”

“Yes, let’s remember, when I used to pray for an angel when I was a child, I thought of a beautiful blonde young woman all dressed up in white with huge butterfly wings and a golden halo. And then I met you.” He winked at his lover.

Cass moved closer to him and took Sam’s hand in his before leaning closer to his ear, disregarding the people walking around them. “You forget that I always knew you, Sam. So, I know what you’ve been fantasizing as well.” He gently nipped Sam’s ear lobe before pulling away.

Sam blushed a beautiful bright scarlet colour. “ Damn angel!”

“…and if you’re a good boy, we may re-enact that fantasy of yours!”

“Fantasy?”

Castiel’s arm went around Sam’s waist. “You know, you, I, honey, chocolate and feathers…”

[imaginecastielandsam]

So, I wonder, would you be interested for a multichaptered au Sam/Cas fic vaguely based on "never been kissed"?

[imaginecastielandsam]

Drama, angst... unresolved ending, read with caution. 

Falling with grace

Without a second thought, Castiel moved in front of Dean and Sam forgetting his newly acquired humanity. As the blast caught him in the chest, Dean found the opportunity to destroy the demon. The pain caught him unaware almost same as Sam’s arms around him delaying his fall to the ground. He tried to breathe through his nose or mouth, but the metallic taste of blood, so familiar by now brought him a coughing fit.

Sam slid down on the ground, holding Castiel in his arms, his gaze locked on the man he currently held close to his chest; the man he had never admitted he loved. “Come on, Cass, you’ll be fine.”

But Castiel had no more angelic powers and the Winchesters saw his life bleeding on the pavement unable to help the one who had helped them so many times before. Dean kneeled next to him and watched as Cass lifted his hand and cupped Sam’s cheek, leaving bloody fingerprints on his friend’s face.

“It’s been an honour working with you.” Castiel said through hard breathing and gasping looking at Sam and Dean. He then rested his head on Sam’s chest and closed his eyes.

Panicked hazel eyes searched for his brothers as Sam checked for a non existing pulse. “Dean… he’s dead.” Sam said, tears running down his cheeks smearing the blood.

Dean checked himself and realized his brother was right. He refused to believe it though. He clenched his hands on Cass’ jacket. “We’ll bring him back, Sammy.”

Sam pulled Castiel’s body closer to him, felling his neck being teased by the dark hair. He closed his eyes and prayed for God to bring his favourite Angel back.

It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

And then Sam would say how much he loved him.

[imaginecastielandsam]

Sam's and Castiel guide on how not to do things Part 1

When Sam brought Castiel a laptop and taught him how to use it, the angel had thought it would be useful to finding supernatural beings. Now, why Sam thought it more useful than Castiel’s vast knowledge on every possible subject was beyond his –limited granted- understanding of human thinking.

After a couple weeks of being taught by a very fine teacher, Castiel was home alone, watching an old tv show when the noise of an incoming message interrupted his viewing experience.

Cass saw it was a message from Sam. Both IDs were meticulously chosen by the hunter. Which meant that every time Cass received a message from Sam, his smile could be used to light up New York’s Christmas’ trees.

From: MySoulIsYours To: AngelOfYourHeart

Imagine the perfect day

From: AngelOfYourHeart To: MySoulIsYours

Why?

MySoulIsYours: Because I want to be romantic. AngelOfYourHeart: What does that have to do with me?

MySoulIsYours: I want to be romantic with you? AngelOfYourHeart: Oh.

MySoulIsYours: Help me here, Cass. AngelOfYourHeart: Do you need me there?

MySoulIsYours: I didn’t mean literally AngelOfYourHeart: Then, what did you mean?

MySoulIsYours: I meant you play with me. AngelOfYourHeart: OK, Sam. What do you want to play? There’s a chess page.

MySoulIsYours: why am I not surprised you’ve found chess games online? AngelOfYourHeart: I don’t know.

MySoulIsYours: … AngelOfYourHeart: Did you just bang your head against the keyboard?

MySoulIsYours: no AngelOfYourHeart: Do you want me to come and heal you? Where are you?

MySoulIsYours: NO Cass. Stay where you are. AngelOfYourHeart: OK. I just want to help.

MySoulIsYours: And I’m trying to have a nice time with my boyfriend. AngelOfYourHeart: You have another boyfriend? I thought I…

MySoulIsYours: You, Cass, I’m trying to have a good time with you. AngelOfYourHeart: We are having a good time now?

MySoulIsYours: Not really. But we will as soon you listen to what I’m trying to do here. AngelOfYourHeart: How am I going to listen to it? You’re not here.

MySoulIsYours: Read it, Cass! AngelOfYourHeart: OK, Sam.

MySoulIsYours: What are you wearing? AngelOfYourHeart: Same as always.

Sam should have known it was going to end up like this. It didn’t deter him in the slightest. He could have Castiel have erotic chat, -OK OK he was aiming at cyber sex but that would take a couple of times, or months… or maybe years- with him even it was the last thing he would do. Not literally.

MySoulIsYours: I have just had a shower and I only have a towel wrapped around myself. AngelOfYourHeart: Put on some clothes before you catch a cold. The last time you were sick I had to heal you.

AngelOfYourHeart: Sam, when will you be back? MySoulIsYours: By the end of the week.

MySoulIsYours: What are you doing right now? AngelOfYourHeart: Writing IMs to you.

MySoulIsYours: Castiel, go  google cyber sex and sexting. And then come talk to me. AngelOfYourHeart: OK, Sam.

Sam was resting on the bed, laptop on his stomach and he was getting a bit cold because he was really only wearing a towel and the room was cold. But, he hoped it would be worth it.

Several minutes later, and while he was watching the new Doctor Who episode he had downloaded earlier, he got a message back.

AngelOfYourHeart: Is Dean with you?

Sam didn’t roll his eyes. Of course he didn't.

MySoulIsYours: Of course not. I’m all alone, waiting for you.

AngelOfYourHeart: I would tell you something personal right now, but forget it…

MySoulIsYours: No, I won’t forget it. Tell me a fantasy of yours. AngelOfYourHeart: A fantasy? Let me think. It was when Father left and I hoped he’d be back soon….

MySoulIsYours: Cass, did you read what we are trying to do here? AngelOfYourHeart: Of course, Sam. But you asked about my fantasies and I always wanted for my Father to return. And now I know it was just a fantasy.

MySoulIsYours: I know, baby, I know. Maybe we should leave this for another time when I’m home so we can get the hang of it. AngelOfYourHeart: Let’s give it another try.

MySoulIsYours: Hm… AngelOfYourHeart: I want to slide my fingers through your wet luscious, wet locks and kiss your pink lips.

That’s more like it. Maybe they could pull this through and have fun. Sam smiled self-indulgently. It was a good plan, after all.

MySoulIsYours: Keep going, love. My hands caress your sides and my mouth nips at your neck. AngelOfYourHeart: My fingers move down to your flat, tight stomach and… is this pornography, Sam? AngelOfYourHeart: Sam?

MySoulIsYours: Sorry, Cass, I accidentally hit my head on the wall and it hurts. AngelOfYourHeart: How did you do that?

MySoulIsYours: Never mind…

“How did you hit your head, Sam?”

Sam looked up to see his lover standing over him, unbuttoned white shirt showing off his collar bone. “How did you find me?” He asked rubbing the back of his head.

Castiel sat of the bed next to him. He leaned forward, cupping his cheek making the ache disappear. “I always know where you are.”

As Sam leaned on Cass’ waiting arms, he decided not to tell him he was responsible for his pain. After all, real, warm Castiel was much better than his laptop.

[imaginecastielandsam]

Then and now

A/N: one of the sentences is not safe for work.

Title: Then and now

From the first time to now things have changed enormously.

Then

This was quite surreal, Sam thought as he found himself with armful of a former angel. Sure, looking for witches killing couples in a gay bar was the first hint he should have had this adventure wasn’t going to end well. Who wass he lying to anyway? This was the best feeling he could have.

Now why had Cass decided Sam would do a better partner than Dean, was beyond the younger Winchester’s reasoning. But as Cass’ tongue slithered its way into Sam’s mouth no brain cells left to actually think about it.

Now

As Castiel closes the door behind him, heis instantly attacked by his lover, who pushes him against the wall and nibbles at his neck. “You always smell so nice.”

Castiel’s arms go instantly around Sam’s waist and he pulls him closer to him, searching for his mouth to kiss. Kissing by now is like a second nature to them.

Then

Sam closed his eyes, accepting Cass’ kiss as if they were made for it. It didn’t last long though and Castiel mouth moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to whisper to him. “Third table on the left of the bathroom.” What? What? Sam felt like a bad replica of the Doctor not realizing what had happened until blood flew back to his brain. Castiel meant he had found the witch’s position. But he was still on Sam’s lap, threading his fingers through his long hair.

Life was so unfair.

Now

“I want you, Cass.”

“You have me.”

“…Dean.” Castiel forces their mouths together cutting his rambling in the middle. Sam smiles; he is so foolish to be jealous of Dean after all this time. But every time he sees his brother with his lover old insecurities fly left and right.

Fortunately, Castiel is here every time to prove his fears wrong.

Then

Two hours later, three round of running around the block four corpses and large amounts of blood plastered on their clothes, they booked two rooms in a motel. Sam shared the room with Dean as usual while Castiel found his way to the one next to theirs.

“Soooo, what happened back in the bar?” Dean asked him amused.

“We caught the witches.” Sam was bad at lying. Always had been. Until then though Dean used to buy everything he said. Until Ruby.

Dean smiled, his head turned at the side staring at his brother. “I meant the close encounter with a certain fluffy angel.”

Sam felt blood rushing to his face… and somewhere much, much lower at the memory. “Well… he saw the witches.”

Dean raised and eyebrow and strangely enough he said nothing else. He just chuckled and went to the bathroom to clean the bloody mess.

Now

Sam holds Castiel firmly by the shoulders, his hands travel to his neck moving a little away from Castiel to look at his eyes. He bumps his nose playfully on the other man’s and they both laugh. It’s amazing how easily they go from passionate to teasing.

It took them some time to get here.

Sam angles his face to the left to chastely kiss his lover. He closes his eyes to savour the feeling. Opening them, he finds Castiel’s big blue eyes staring at him intensely who draws his tongue around Sam’s lips that part under the gentle prompting. They slowly explore each other tongues in a light licking motion. Sam takes the lead and sucks Castiel’s tongue in his mouth feeling Castiel massaging the roof of his mouth.

Then

When Dean came out of the bathroom, he found Sam sitting on the table, laptop turned on in front of him, but mind miles away. Or just next door away. Dean shook his head. “You know, Sammy, Cass is just next door, you can go and talk to him… among other things.”

Sam’s instant denial died before even uttered.

After all, he had to talk to Cass. Without sparing a glance to his brother he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself and coming out, he went in search of a naughty angel.

Now

Sam closes the distance between himself and Cass and light rubs him from shoulders to fingers. His hands travel to Cass’ sides as he lets his arms wrap tightly around the lithe body. He breaths deeply letting all his senses focus on his lover. He’s more than certain that Castiel is doing the same with him. “You taste like beer.” He mouths against bruised lips. Sam lets his hands travel downwards and places them under Cass’ bottom lifting him up.

Then

Standing outside the room, Sam contemplated in knocking on the door or not. Maybe he should return to his own room live with Dean’s grumbling for a while and forget the whole thing. There was no way Castiel wanted him.

Instead of turning around, he raised his hand and knocked. The door opened and he found a half naked Castiel staring up at him, hair wet after a shower. He was barefoot, jeans riding low on his hips, naked from the waist up with just a white towel wrapped around the shoulders.

“Sam?”

“Cass, can we talk?”

Castiel stepped aside to let him come inside. “Of course. Did something happen?”

“Yes.” Sam said and without giving Castiel any chance to protest he had him an embrace kissing him while pushing him against the door. He raises his hands to let Cass’ head rest on them as he looks down at him. “I wanted to do that from the bar.”

“I can see what stopped you.” Castiel deadpanned before he leaned up for another kiss.

Now

Two years later, Castiel finds himself naked wrapping his legs around Sam’s waist marvelling at his strength once again. The times they’ve reversed their places, Castiel can easily hold Sam up due to his inhuman strength. How Sam manages to keep him up for more than two minutes while sliding inside him and kissing every centimetre of his face at the same time is something Castiel doesn’t care to learn.

Soon, his back rests against the wall and the love making becomes easier. “Bed.” Sam whispers and he nods.

[imaginecastielandsam]

December 16

Dean closes the front door carefully behind him, in the slim chance of catching his brother and Castiel unaware. Indeed, he finds them sitting on the sofa, watching a film. His gaze goes on the tv screen. Lawrence of Arabia. It makes sense, he thinks.

“I met him once,” Dean hears Castiel saying. “He was a brave man, both lucky and unlucky. He succeeded a lot. He was… kind like you, in a way. And Dean. A hero.”

Dean wonders what the expression on Sam’s face is. They don’t listen to compliments from Cass’ mouth often. When they do come, they are special. Important.

Sam raises his arm to have it rest against Cass’ shoulders. Dean sees him kissing the dark hair and whispering something in Cass’ ear.

“Yes, OK, but Dean’s here for over five minutes staring at us,” is Castiel’s reply and Dean feels himself blushing as his brother turns around to stare accusingly at him. He apparently interrupted his baby brother’s plans.

“Um… sorry guys, had to come home early because of the snow.”

“Welcome home, Dean,” Castiel says, as he settles back on the sofa stretching his wiry body on it, and lets his head rest of Sam’s lap who in turn brushes his fingers through the spiky locks. One look from his brother sends Dean in the other side of the bunker, leaving the two of them alone.

After all, he has watched Lawrence of Arabia countless times before. 

A/N: Peter O'Toole's death has made me really sad. May his soul Rest In Peace.