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I was doing my Finals and oh and behold what I find...
I cant even finish my test....
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At The Park
Pairing: Sastiel
Challenge: This is for @queen-of-deans-booty âs 3,500 follower celebration (spn card thing)! Congratulations on 3,500 followers, you deserve it and so many more! <3
âPromptsâ: 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 isnât good- Iâve 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. âAre you sure all of the kids are out?â She nods slowly, her head tilting slightly.
âYes, Iâm sure Mr. Winchester. They all left about 10 minutes ago.â
Itâs around this time that panic rises in Samâs 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. âJohnathan! Johnny!â Sam searches frantically, stopping every person he can. âHave you seen a boy? Five years old, about this tall? Heâs wearing an orange shirt- plain, yeah, plain orange, he has a dark green puffy jacket- jeans and som- no? Oh- no, thank you,â he bolts down the street, cupping his hand around his mouth and shouting. âJohnny! Johnny!â He racks his brain to think of anywhere Johnathan could be and remembers the conversation theyâd had earlier. âThe parkâŚâ 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. âJohnny!â 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. âOh, god, Johnny, what are you doing? Why did you leave- are you okay? Oh god, Johnny, are you okay?â He pulls away, grasping his childâs head and turning it, examining every visible inch of his son.
âDad!â Johnathan whines, a smile sliding across his face. âIâm fine!â Sam frowns, pulling Johnathan in for another hug.
âDonât 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!â
âOh, my.â Sam looks up, frowning when he hears the deep voice. He stares down at him and looks away briefly. âI, uhâŚthat would be my fault. Iâm so sorry- I didnât realizeâŚâ He motions to the side. âMaria said that Johnny said that his dad- you, I guess, said that he could come to the park with us. I didnât think much about it- Iâm so sorry. I hope you didnât get too worried.â Sam swallows roughly and stands up.
âJohnny, go play- weâll talk about this later, okay?â
âIâm not in trouble?â He asks softly.
âNo. Iâm justâŚIâm glad youâre okay- go, have fun.â He watches his son run over to the jungle gym, and sighs, plopping down onto the bench and covering his face.
âIâm so sorry,â the man sits down next to Sam. âI didnât mean any harm.â
âNo- I know, itâs fine. I just canât lose him- you know? Heâs all I have left.â He drags his hand down his face and then holds it out to him.
 âIâm Sam. Whatâs your name?â He shakes Samâs hand.
âIâm Castiel.â
âItâs nice to meet you, Castiel.â He smiles and closes his eyes for a moment. âI donât know what I wouldâve done if he was gone.â
âHopefully you werenât too worried- I mean, maybe you thought your wife had justâŚcome and got him?â Samâs smile turns sad and he looks away.
âThereâs noâŚwife. Not anymore, that is.â
âOh. Divorce?â
âWidowed, actually.â Sam shakes his head, a small, bitter smile on his face. âIt doesnât seem too fair- but, hey. I still got Johnny.â He smiles, turning his gaze to his son. Castiel smiles lightly.
âIâm a single parent too.â Castiel tilts his head, staring up at the sky.
âOh. DivorceâŚor?â Castiel laughs slightly and shrugs. Sam frowns. âAre you widowed tooâŚor?â Castiel shakes his head.
âNo, no. It was a divorce.â
âOh- Iâm sorry, man.â Castiel turns his gaze to Sam, his bright blue eyes searching his face as his lips quirk up in a visibly uncomfortable smile.
âI- donât feelâŚbad, it was my choice.â He shifts uncomfortably.
âOh. AndâŚyou got custody? Did she not want her?â Castiel swallows thickly.
âNo, we have joint custody.â He looks over at Sam. âShe actually didnât want to get divorced.â He looks down at his hands. âI justâŚâ
âYou didnât love her anymore?â Sam fills in, âwas it someone else? Where is she?â He doesnât see Castiel visibly stiffen, his head dropping lower as he tugs at the end of his blue sweaterâs sleeve.
âNo, actually. It wasnât anotherâŚit wasnât like that. I justâŚI didnât love her anymore- there was no one else.â Sam frowns, turning to look at Castiel.
âOh.â Castiel shifts again.
âUh- again, Iâm sorry forâŚworrying you. I truly thought it had been worked out with you- I didnât know if you maybe knew Meg, orâŚâ Sam frowns.
âMeg?â
âUh- my, uh, ex-wife. I didnât know if this was something youâd arranged earlier with her- so I just went with it. I donât want Maria knowing Iâm out of the loop with her mother.â
âThe two of you arenât on good terms yet?â Sam asks, returning his gaze to watching his son play.
âYou could say that, I guess. I hurt her- she hurt meâŚit wasâŚa confusing time.â Sam nods, his jaw clenching.
âYeah. I get it.â
âI doubt that,â Castiel comments, turning his gaze back to his daughter.
âExcuse me?â
âI- I just meanâŚI donât think you, uh, understand what it was.â
âYou didnât love her anymore,â Sam replies. âWhatâs there to get? You both got hurt, it happens a lot.â
âNo.â Sam turns his gaze to one of the other momâs who was hanging around near the bench, his eyebrows furrowing.
âExcuse me?â
âIt doesnât happen a lot,â she turns her burning gaze to Castiel, and he hangs his head, his face burning in shame under her scrutinizing gaze.
âDid he cheat on her or something?â Sam asks, still confused.
âI think that wouldâve been easier on her. No- he went to the other side.â The women raises her eyebrows, attempting to clue in Sam without outright telling him. Castiel swallows again, placing his hand on his neck.
âI didnâtâŚI didnât switch,â he mutters, keeping his voice low. âI justâŚrealized.â It takes a few more moments for the women to sigh, and lean into Sam.
âHeâs gay, honey.â She murmurs, standing up and turning around, calling for her child and smiling. âGoodbye, Castiel.â She waves, and Castiel waves back.
âBye,â he clears his throat, glancing over at Sam. âUh, yeah.â Sam stares at him for a while before smiling and shrugging.
âOkay. Iâm glad you didnât force yourself to stay in that relationship,â he replies. Castiel smiles, a sigh of relief falling past his lips.
âSo am I,â he mutters.
âYeah. Also- I donât want you to feel uncomfortable or, weird about me knowing.â Sam looks away. âYou donât need to worry, I guess is what Iâm saying. IâŚitâs normal, Castiel.â
âThank you, Sam.â
âNo problem.â Castiel clears his throat slightly.
âHave you everâŚ?â Sam raises his eyebrows.
âWhat?â
âQuestioned yourself.â Sam shakes his head.
âNo. I know who I like,â Castielâs head dips slightly.
âOh- okay, I see.â Samâs lips curl up in a grin, and his eyebrows raise as he turns his gaze to the sky.
âYou know,â he begins, getting Castielâs attention, âI never said who I like.â Castiel sits up a little straighter.
âOh?â Sam nods and smiles.
âYeah. I just like people for who they are, mostly.â Sam sighs, and stands up, brushing off his jeans. âAnyways,â he pulls out his phone and hands it to Castiel.
âU-uh, what?â
âYou have a phone, right?â Castiel nods.
âYes, I-â
âLet me see it,â he fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket and stands up, handing Sam his phone and taking Samâs. âI, uh- put my numberâŚin?â Sam nods, typing into Castielâs phone.
âYeah. I think we should talk sometime. Our kids get along- maybe they could play together sometime, and we could have some coffee?â Castiel blushes, and smiles.
âYes- that would beâŚthat would be fun.â Sam smiles, glancing at the ground.
âWell, Iâm looking forward to it. Maybe this Friday?â Castiel nods and Sam calls Johnathan over.
âYes, Sam- that would work.â
âOkay, great.â He grins, tilting his head as he motions for Johnny to come over. âOh, and Castiel?â Castiel raises an eyebrow.
âYeah?â
âShy suits you,â Sam smiles and turns to Johnny as he walks over. âHey, buddy.â He lifts his kid up and smiles at Castiel. âWeâll see you and Maria Friday then?â Castiel nods.
âYeah- yes, Friday.â
âOkay, sounds good. Iâll text you later for more details,â Sam smiles, his gaze lingering with Castielâs 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.
âTalk to you later, Cas.â He says, setting Johnathan down and grabbing his hand, heading over to their car.
âTalk to you then!â Castiel calls out, quickly sparing a glance over his shoulder at Sam. Sam turns, meeting Castielâs gaze once more, and his heart lifts slightly as a deep blush creeps over Castielâs cheeks.
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Cookie Conspiracies and Revelations
Title: Cookie Conspiracies and Revelations
Words: 4175
A/N: Here is the next part to You Donât 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 wasnât 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 itâs 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât help. When Cas had told him that he drove all the way to South Dakota to check on himâŚ. 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 didnât 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 bottleâŚ. A very long swig. At this point, he wanted to shut his brain off for awhile and sleep.
âŚ
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 bedâŚ. 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 Jodyâs, 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 angelâs arrival. Sam checked himself once more in the mirror making sure that he was presentable.
âCas, we gotta go! We have to be there in like..â He checked his watch. âTwenty minutes!â.
âIâm ready, Samâ Sam jumped, Castielâs sudden appearence behind him startling him.
âDonât scare me like that!â 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 eyesâŚ. Sam shook his head.
âIs this suitable?â Cas asked, frowning at Samâs expression and looking down at this shirt. âI thought it would be okay, since you and your brother wear them oftenâŚâ
âNO! I mean⌠yeah it, ugh.. Looks good. I justâŚâ Sam ran his hand through his hair nervously. â Iâm just not used to seeing you in different clothes all the time.â It was a half truth, but a truth nonetheless.. âReady to go?â 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.
âŚ..
Jodyâs 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. âGirls! Theyâre here!â 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. âCome on, Castiel. Youâre not getting away that easily.â 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. âGood oleâ Casâ Jody thought.
âI baked these earlier today. I have heard that it is customary to bring something when invited over to someoneâs home.â
âWell, look at that! Thank you. Iâm looking forward to trying them after dinner.â She took the plate from his hands and headed for the door, motioning for them to follow. âCome on in, boysâ. 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. âWhatâs so funny?â Jody asked, looking at the girls skeptically.
âNothing, Claire just told me a joke.â Alex said, nervously.
âIâm going to accept that, but only because you're not killing each other.â She motioned for Castiel and Sam to sit down. âDinner will be ready in a few minutes. Iâll yell for you.â She left them to fend for themselves with with the pair of teenagers while she finished making the salad. As she chopped, she couldnât help but think about the change she had seen in Sam since the last time he had been there. He didnât 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.
âŚâŚ..
Samâs POV:
Sam winced as Castielâs plate of cookies was placed in the center of the table. The poor guy hadnât 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. âFingers crossedâ 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 wasnât horrible, but the fact that he could probably use it as a hockey puck didnât help. He nodded and managed to produce a happy sound in fake-approval.
âAre they good?â Cas asked, hopefully
âOh, yeah. The best!â He coughed. âYou know what would make them better though? A tall glass of cold milk.â Cas nodded.
âWould you like me to get some for you?â He asked, already standing from his seat.
âThat would be great, Cas. Thanks.â 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. âYou better eat one or hide one, because no one is telling him.â
âDonât worry Big and Tall, we wonât hurt your boyfriends feelingsâŚâ Claire murmured, taking two cookies and putting them in her pockets. Sam frowned.
âWhat?â he asked, not sure if he had heard Claire correctly.
âYou heard me.â She said, letting out a soft chuckle.
âAlright, give it a restâ Jody warned, nodding to the cookies. âLike he said⌠eat âem or hide âemâ. There was a scurry of movement at the sound of Castielâs 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.
âI thought I would bring the milk out since there are so many of usâŚ.â Cas stopped walking and stared at the empty tray, tilting his head. âDid you eat all of them?â If Sam wasnât the leader of the cookie conspiracy of the century, he would have laughed at Casâ confused gaze.
âSorry, Cas. I guess we all got too excited and finished them off.â Sam said, patting his stomach.
âYeah. Sam here ate six all by himself.â Claire said, throwing a smirk in Samâs direction. Castiel beamed.
âWell, I would be happy to make you more, Sam. Perhaps tomorrow when you are training Claire...â Sam nodded.
âSounds good to me.â Sam replied, sending Claire a pointed glare
âThey were deliciousâ Jody chimed in, âbut we need to get this mess cleaned upâ she looked at Sam. âHelp me with the dishes?â Sam nodded. He knew that it was more of a command than a question.
âWhat can I do, Jody?â asked Cas, expectantly. Jody reached out and patted his shoulder.
âYou donât need to do a thingâ she motioned to Claire, âClaire was actually hoping to ask you some questions about the research she has been doing.â 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.
âLetâs go, Cas.â 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.
âYou know the drillâ. Sam took a deep breath. âHere we goâ he thought.
âŚâŚâŚâŚ.
They settled into their normal rhythm, Jody washing and Sam drying. After a few moments of silence Jody spoke. âYou going to tell me whatâs going on with you and Cas, or are we going to ignore whatever it is that you're hiding.â
âHow did you know?â Her reply came in the form of a sarcastic face. Sam nodded. âRight. Well, Iâm not really sure whatâs going on, to be honest.â
âWell, what changed? Obviously the last time you were here things were⌠different.â
âI donât know.â Sam sighed. âOne minute Iâm sad and lonely and the next thing I know Cas is pulling up in his death trap of a car and now IâmâŚ..confusedâ.
âConfused? Why is it confusing?â she asked, handing him another plate. He took it, shaking his head.
âI donât know. He justâŚ.â he exhaled loudly and put the plate and the towel down, turning to face her. âHe does these things⌠like, weird things⌠that make me feel⌠weird.â Jody placed the dish she was holding back into the soapy water and returned Samâs gaze.
âSam, you sound like a twelve year old girl. What do you mean âweird thingsââ He folded his arms and rocked back on his heels.
âHe makes me breakfast sometimes⌠and he makes sure to say goodnight before he goes to bed.â Sam chuckled. âHe 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.â
âAnd that makes you feel âweirdâ? Come on, level with me here. Youâve always been able to talk to me.â Jody nudged him. âHow does it make you feel?â 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 wouldnât he? Everyone he had ever had feelings for ended up dead, or dating his brother. Why would this be any different? What if Cas didnât 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 didnât 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.
âScared.â Sam whispered. Jody reached forward and gently touched his arm, trying to provide any comfort that she could. Â
âScared of what?â Sam blinked at the water accumulating in his eyes and released a sarcastic chuckle. âThis was so dumbâ 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.
âGetting hurt.â 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.
âThe way that (Y/N) hurt you?â  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. âLook, 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?â She huffed. âThat boy has it so bad for you, I wouldnât be surprised if he hasn't had feelings for you this whole time.â  Sam opened his mouth to speak, but was only silenced by Jodyâs raised hand and a stern look. âIâm serious. He looks at you the same way you used to look at herâŚ. The way you looked at him tonight at dinner.â Samâs heart fluttered inside of his chest.
âDid I really stare at him.. Like that?â She nodded. Sam ran his fingers through his hair nervously. âI donât know what to do, Jody. What do I do?â 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.
âTalk to him, Sam. You have to talk to him about how you are feeling because if you donât⌠itâs going to eat you both alive. You have to be honest with him.â Sam let her words sink in. Was it really that simple? Â
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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 didnât know? Or something he didnât 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 didnât want to kill him on sight anymore, but they werenât friends. He never expected her to be a hundred percent over their past⌠he didnât 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 girlâs room should look like, but he knew that Claireâs room was a bit âdarkâ 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. âI see you have acquired more lore on angels. What would you like to ask me?â Claire scoffed.
âYeah, I donât have any questionsâ she replied, throwing her phone down on her bed.
âThen whyâŚ.â
âBecause I want the details.â she started, cutting him off.
âDetails? Which details are you referring to?â Castiel questioned, a look of pure confusion crossing his face. What was she talking about?
âThe details that lead up to you and Big and Tall becoming a thing.â
âA thing?â She huffed in annoyance.
âYes. When did you guys do the deed?â Cas squinted as she continued. âYou know, when you did the tangoâŚ. â Cas shook his head.
âAre you talking about Sam and I?â 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.
âDuh. When did you become a couple?â 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.
âWe are not a couple.â Her brows furrowed as she shook her head in disbelief.
âWhat do you mean, youâre not a couple! How is that even possible?â Castiel shifted nervously on his feet.
âIâm not sure what you mean, Claire. There is nothing romantic going on between Sam and I.â
âThatâs bull.â 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. âYou like him, Cas. I know you do! Why else would you be staying out here?â
âI needed a place to stay while I heal.â he tried reasoning.
âYeah, and that could have been a number of places. You wanted to be here with him!â
âI do not see how that indicates romantic feelings.â
âYou love him, donât you?â she asked, using a more serious tone than the angel had expected of her.
âI donâtâŚâ
âCastiel, you are wearing my dadâs faceâŚ. You look at Sam the same way Jimmy looked at my mom.â 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.
âYes. I do have those feelings for Sam.â 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.
âSo whatâs the hold up? What is stopping you from being with him then?.â 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. âHe doesnât know does he?â
âNo.â He was surprised when she placed a hand on his shoulder, not knowing her to show others much affection.
âCas, why haven't you told him?â Â Cas exhaled.
âBecause Sam does not return my feelings. I would not want to cause him any discomfort.â 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.
âFor an angel you are so dumb sometimes!â Cas stared at her, wondering where this insult had come from. âHe likes you too, you big idiot.â
âI think youâre mistaken.â
âOh no⌠I am not âmistakenâ. Do you want to know what really happened to all of your âcookies?â she asked, using air quotes to carry her point across.
âMy cookies?â She nodded and reached into her pocket, pulling out three of the baked discs and handing them to Castiel.
âTheir burnt⌠overdone.. No offense.â she added. âHe made us hide them and lie so you wouldnât know.â
âWhy would he not tell me they were inedible?â
âBecause he didnât want you to feel bad! He did not want your feelings to be hurtâŚ. Itâs textbook, Cas.â He turned the cookies over in his hands, thinking about her words. âAnd that look I was talking about?â she snapped in front of his face, demanding his attention. âHe was giving it to you too.â
âClaire, IâŚ.. are you sure?â She nodded, crossing her arms.
âYou need to talk to him.â
âI suppose so.â 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 manâs 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.
âCAS!â The two were brought out of the moment by the sound of Sam calling from the living room.
âIn here!â Claire called out. A few momentâs later Samâs head poked in the doorway, giving her a small smile before turning his gaze to Cas.
âJody has an early shift tomorrow. We should probably get going.â Cas nodded in acknowledgement.
âVery well. Iâll be with you in a moment.â Claire didnât 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. Â
âFor what it's worthâŚ. I hope it works out. You both deserve to be happy.â
#jordanwinchesterimagines#jordanlovesyou#sam winchester#casitel#sastiel#supernatural fic#spn fic#you don't know what it feels like#claire novak#jody mills#cookie conspiracy#casxsam#the boys are finally making progress.
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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
#supernatural#supernatural imagine#supernatural imagines#spn#spn imagines#Castiel#Dean Winchester#destiel#destiel imagine#destiel imagines#sastiel#casdean#deanxcas#casxdean#samxcas#casxsame
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Give me your thoughts on destiel, Sastiel and WinCasWin (CasxDean and CasxSam)
destiel: the greatest love story ever told
sastiel: eh. itâs sweet, but not my cup of tea
wincaswin: ah so like sam and dean are eachotherâs 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, iâd rather read just a destiel fic
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Ah, I want to return the favour, since I enjoyed answering those questions so much
(Asdhcjd!!! You like my blog?!?!?! đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤đđ¤đ¤đ¤)1; Favorite character that isnât 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 isnât 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 youâd 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 đ¤ Probably Demon blood tbh. 12; Ch youâd want to Genderbend? Crowley. I just think it'd be cool and hilarious.13; fav Mom!Ch? JODYYYYY14; fav Dad!Ch? Crowley15; Ch youâd 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*
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Major height difference is my weakness. Itâs just so cute. Its why I love sastiel so much. Cas is super short compared to Sam.Â
#sastiel#castiel is almost the same height as Dean so its not as fun#samxcas#casxsam#samcas#cassam#idek#sassy#headcanon
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GreenEyed Monster (ff)
HigherMagic (5,182; PG13)
Summary:Â 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: Â AKA Sam and Cas pretend to be together to get Dean to man-up. Â There's a little one-sided Sam/Cas here (on Sam's side), but only a little. Â Sam's fake blowjob is priceless.
#canon verse#season 5#destiel#casxsam#greeneyed monster#highermagic#5k to 10k#rating: pg13#jealous!dean#possessive!dean#sam's pov#sam winchester#brother of the year award goes to Sam Winchester#happy#humor#no gay panic#A
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The greatest gift of them all
genre: fluffity fluff
Castiel doesnât 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 âon Samâs 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 Samâs neck and wrapped his waist from behind as soon as he appeared next to his young partner. Pleased that Sam wasnât flinching any more every time Cass came quietly behind him. âThank you,â 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. âYou donât think Iâm like Don Quixote, do you?â
Sam smiled. âOf course not. Did you like it?â
âYes.â Cass said against Samâs 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 Cassâ white shirt before taking said shirt off.
It had been a pleasant and rather tiring night.
Of course, it meant that Sam overslept in Castielâs arms.
He opens his eyes to see light creeping through the blinds. He needs to get up and go fetch Cassâ 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.
âWhere are you going?â
Sam says nothing. He wanted to bring Castiel a new shirt; he bought it thinking a blue silk shirt would look wonderful on Cass.
Castielâs voice brings him back to here and now. âWhile I like everything you give to me, what I love the most is waking up next to you, feeling your warmth, knowing youâre here.â The angel pushes him down on the bed and pulls him on top of him. âNever let me wake up along, in a cold bed again,â he says against Samâs 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 Cassâ hipsâŚ
⌠after all, it would have been nice if he felt blue silk combined with Castielâs skin.
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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
#supernatural#angel tablet#castiel#destiel#casxsam#season gr8#spn#spn spoilers#jensen ackles#jared padalecki#misha collins#samandriel#alfie#kevin#oh my chuck#i hope#winchesters#dean winchester#sam winchester#dean#sam#alot of tags#mer#season 9#cas#creys
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Fantasies & how your angel will make them true
âWhatâs that?â Castiel asked Sam as a team of about 8 kids passed by them accompanied by two young people.
âKindergarten kids. And probably their teachers too.â
Castiel kept watching them until they disappeared between the crowds of people doing their shopping. âAnd theyâre dressedâŚ?â
Sam couldnât hide a smirk. âLike angels.â
âI donât understand they humansâ notion of what angels are. Never did, never will.â
âYes, letâs 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.â He winked at his lover.
Cass moved closer to him and took Samâs hand in his before leaning closer to his ear, disregarding the people walking around them. âYou forget that I always knew you, Sam. So, I know what youâve been fantasizing as well.â He gently nipped Samâs ear lobe before pulling away.
Sam blushed a beautiful bright scarlet colour. â Damn angel!â
ââŚand if youâre a good boy, we may re-enact that fantasy of yours!â
âFantasy?â
Castielâs arm went around Samâs waist. âYou know, you, I, honey, chocolate and feathersâŚâ
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So, I wonder, would you be interested for a multichaptered au Sam/Cas fic vaguely based on "never been kissed"?
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Drama, angst... unresolved ending, read with caution.Â
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 Samâs 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. âCome on, Cass, youâll be fine.â
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 Samâs cheek, leaving bloody fingerprints on his friendâs face.
âItâs been an honour working with you.â Castiel said through hard breathing and gasping looking at Sam and Dean. He then rested his head on Samâs chest and closed his eyes.
Panicked hazel eyes searched for his brothers as Sam checked for a non existing pulse. âDean⌠heâs dead.â 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 Cassâ jacket. âWeâll bring him back, Sammy.â
Sam pulled Castielâs 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 wouldnât be the first time, after all.
And then Sam would say how much he loved him.
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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 Castielâs vast knowledge on every possible subject was beyond his âlimited 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 Yorkâs Christmasâ 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 didnât mean literally AngelOfYourHeart: Then, what did you mean?
MySoulIsYours: I meant you play with me. AngelOfYourHeart: OK, Sam. What do you want to play? Thereâs a chess page.
MySoulIsYours: why am I not surprised youâve found chess games online? AngelOfYourHeart: I donât 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 Iâm trying to have a nice time with my boyfriend. AngelOfYourHeart: You have another boyfriend? I thought IâŚ
MySoulIsYours: You, Cass, Iâm 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 Iâm trying to do here. AngelOfYourHeart: How am I going to listen to it? Youâre 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 didnât 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 didnât roll his eyes. Of course he didn't.
MySoulIsYours: Of course not. Iâm all alone, waiting for you.
AngelOfYourHeart: I would tell you something personal right now, but forget itâŚ
MySoulIsYours: No, I wonât forget it. Tell me a fantasy of yours. AngelOfYourHeart: A fantasy? Let me think. It was when Father left and I hoped heâd be back soonâŚ.
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 Iâm home so we can get the hang of it. AngelOfYourHeart: Letâs give it another try.
MySoulIsYours: Hm⌠AngelOfYourHeart: I want to slide my fingers through your wet luscious, wet locks and kiss your pink lips.
Thatâs 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 mindâŚ
âHow did you hit your head, Sam?â
Sam looked up to see his lover standing over him, unbuttoned white shirt showing off his collar bone. âHow did you find me?â 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. âI always know where you are.â
As Sam leaned on Cassâ 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.
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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 wasnât 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 Winchesterâs reasoning. But as Cassâ tongue slithered its way into Samâs 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. âYou always smell so nice.â
Castielâs arms go instantly around Samâs 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 Cassâ kiss as if they were made for it. It didnât last long though and Castiel mouth moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to whisper to him. âThird table on the left of the bathroom.â 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 witchâs position. But he was still on Samâs lap, threading his fingers through his long hair.
Life was so unfair.
Now
âI want you, Cass.â
âYou have me.â
ââŚDean.â 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.
âSoooo, what happened back in the bar?â Dean asked him amused.
âWe caught the witches.â 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. âI meant the close encounter with a certain fluffy angel.â
Sam felt blood rushing to his face⌠and somewhere much, much lower at the memory. âWell⌠he saw the witches.â
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 manâs and they both laugh. Itâs 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 Castielâs big blue eyes staring at him intensely who draws his tongue around Samâs lips that part under the gentle prompting. They slowly explore each other tongues in a light licking motion. Sam takes the lead and sucks Castielâs 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. âYou know, Sammy, Cass is just next door, you can go and talk to him⌠among other things.â
Samâs 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 Cassâ sides as he lets his arms wrap tightly around the lithe body. He breaths deeply letting all his senses focus on his lover. Heâs more than certain that Castiel is doing the same with him. âYou taste like beer.â He mouths against bruised lips. Sam lets his hands travel downwards and places them under Cassâ 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 Deanâs 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.
âSam?â
âCass, can we talk?â
Castiel stepped aside to let him come inside. âOf course. Did something happen?â
âYes.â 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 Cassâ head rest on them as he looks down at him. âI wanted to do that from the bar.â
âI can see what stopped you.â Castiel deadpanned before he leaned up for another kiss.
Now
Two years later, Castiel finds himself naked wrapping his legs around Samâs waist marvelling at his strength once again. The times theyâve 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 doesnât care to learn.
Soon, his back rests against the wall and the love making becomes easier. âBed.â Sam whispers and he nods.
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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.
âI met him once,â Dean hears Castiel saying. âHe was a brave man, both lucky and unlucky. He succeeded a lot. He was⌠kind like you, in a way. And Dean. A hero.â
Dean wonders what the expression on Samâs face is. They donât listen to compliments from Cassâ mouth often. When they do come, they are special. Important.
Sam raises his arm to have it rest against Cassâ shoulders. Dean sees him kissing the dark hair and whispering something in Cassâ ear.
âYes, OK, but Deanâs here for over five minutes staring at us,â is Castielâs reply and Dean feels himself blushing as his brother turns around to stare accusingly at him. He apparently interrupted his baby brotherâs plans.
âUm⌠sorry guys, had to come home early because of the snow.â
âWelcome home, Dean,â Castiel says, as he settles back on the sofa stretching his wiry body on it, and lets his head rest of Samâs 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.Â
A/N: Peter O'Toole's death has made me really sad. May his soul Rest In Peace.
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