#or sam remembering an old nickname for cas and castiel asks for sam to repeat the nickname - and to use it more often

[sastielsfandom]

I remember a long time ago me and @rewrite-this-story talked about a reincarnation au for sastiel. Mainly just sastiel through different time periods and I am just thinking about it again. I think we had a different premise than what I’m thinking of now but walk with me. Sam being reborn over and over and Castiel somehow always meets Sam again. They’re never on the same side at first but Sam’s stubbornness to do what’s right always has Castiel captivated, and they fall for Sam every time. But Sam always dies and Castiel begins to mourn just for their memory to be wiped, and Sam is reborn somewhere else. There’s been angel interference to keep Sam and Castiel separated, but no doubt Castiel will somehow find him anyway. Because despite Heaven trying to keep an eye on Castiel, not wanting a rebellion on their hands, Sam’s faith is a beacon to Castiel. By the time we get to Castiel meeting Sam Winchester, angels are assigned to go with Castiel to ensure it won’t happen again, but like every other time, they find each other. Sam flips Castiel’s world upside and Castiel flips Sam’s. They’re connected in a way they can’t explain, and the angels were ready to wipe Castiel’s memory when Sam jumped into the cage, considering him not only dead but no longer a problem. There’s no way for Sam to reincarnate in the cage, but Castiel breaks him out. And everything falls apart, this time the angels couldn’t do their usual trick and not only does Castiel rebel, but they are also leading a war. They don’t know how this reincarnation is going to end, this one is much stronger than all the others, and they’re the ones who let Castiel meet with Sam. Thinking they had it under control, they severely underestimated how strong their bond is. 

[crispychrissy]

Escape - Part 1

Summary: Sam knows what he needs, and he’s lucky enough to know exactly where to get it from. Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel, several OC’s Word Count: 1392 Warnings: Fluff, talk of SPN canon violence A/N: So, I didn’t really announce this because the idea attacked me out of the blue, but I’m planning on making a small drabble series about Sam’s adventures here if everyone likes the idea. I’m not going to spoil anything up here because I want you all to read it and make your own assumptions as you go. This was looked over by my two lovelies @saxxxology and @bamby0304. Please let me know if this kind of story is something you might like to see more of. :)

Sam’s sneaking out again.

It’s the fourth time this month, but he knows he needs it. Dean would judge him for it, Cas wouldn’t understand, and Y/N would probably want to know more details than he feels comfortable sharing. It’s easier for all of them to be out of the loop. It’s not like he’s going to be gone for an entire day. He can always pick up a few groceries on the way back to cover any suspicions they may have… nothing weird about going for a supply run.

Sam bought a motorcycle, thanks to one of his stolen identities, and every time he leaves, he wheels it out of the garage and down the road before starting it to make sure none of the bunker occupants hear his departure. Out of the all the memories he obtained while he was soulless, the knowledge of how to ride a motorcycle was probably the most useful. He definitely would love to forget being such a sex-crazed douchebag, though, that’s for sure.

About halfway down the long driveway to the bunker, Sam staddles the Yamaha and turns the key, making it rumble to life with a low purr. Pulling on a helmet, he throws his backpack over his shoulder and loops his arms through the straps before driving off down the road to the main street that runs through Lebanon.

The ride is usually pretty boring, the scenery in Lebanon isn’t really all that interesting, but Sam loves feeling the rumble of the motorcycle beneath him, grounding him, making his breathing even out and his mind settle. He understands now why people buy motorcycles. The feeling of the wind whooshing by and being unconfined by the metal of a car is freeing, and he wonders if Y/N would ever want to come riding with him.

His destination is only twenty minutes away, a straight drive down Route 36. Sometimes he plays a game with himself, counting trees or counting how many farmers are out riding tractors. Once, he counted how many religious billboards lined this stretch of road, smiling to himself and wondering what those zealots would do if they met a actual Angel. Or God, for that matter.

All too soon, Sam’s driving along the short worn brick road to his destination. The old sandy brown building covered in sun-faded posters sits back a bit from the brick road, and he remembers her smile when he made a Wizard of Oz joke, even though she’s probably heard them all before. Man was he lucky to find her, it’s not every day when you can find someone that’s familiar with the life, but isn’t in it. Someone who can understand the short amount of time you can spend with them, and someone who doesn’t mind being interrupted by a case that needs his attention.

Sam pulled into one of the parking spots to the right of the building and turned off his motorcycle, dismounting it and sliding his helmet onto the left handlebar. Running his fingers through his coppery locks, Sam swallows hard, trying to will the nerves away. It isn’t the first time he’s done this, but it’s the first time he’s really going to go all out. It’s the first time he’s going to share his full complicated history with her.

With a quick exhale full of nervous energy, Sam walks to the front of the building, pulling off his sunglasses and stripping off his heavy jacket as he steps inside. The cheerful blonde named Kelly behind the counter gives Sam a long look up and down before settling her eyes back on his own. She does this every time, much to Sam’s discomfort. The flirting is something he’s grown accustomed to, but he’s there for one reason and one reason only, and focuses on the woman he’s been dying to see for the last few days.

“Hey, Sammy,” Kelly chirps, making Sam grit his teeth at the high pitched frequency of the bubbly blonde’s voice.

“It’s Sam,” he grounds out, unamused.

“Come on, just admit it, Sam. One of these days you’re going to come by just to see me instead of her, right?” Kelly asks hopefully, her expression falling once Sam shakes his head.

“I’ve only got eyes for one girl here, Kel,” Sam smiles, watching her narrow her eyes at the use of her least favorite nickname.

“Kelly, leave the poor guy alone,” a male voice scolds from one of the side doorways, and Sam smiles as the man steps into the room and looks at the younger Winchester. “Hey Sam, she’s all ready for you, I’ll walk you up.”

“Thanks, Alan,” Sam nods, following the younger heavyset man as he leads Sam up the stairwell to the left of the desk Kelly sits at. She winks at him and waves as he walks away, and Sam only rolls his eyes.

They walk in silence for a few moments before Alan speaks up. “Man, I don’t know what you do that makes you so special, but she never drops everything to see anyone… except when it comes to you. One day you’ll have to tell me your secret.”

“It wouldn’t be a secret if I told anyone, would it Alan?” Sam laughs as they reach the top of the stairs. Alan holds his arm out, directing Sam into the familiar room, and he takes a seat on the pull-out sofa bed, usually preferring it over any of the other furniture in the room.

“She’ll be in in just a second,” Alan turns to walk away, but stops and points an accusatory finger at Sam. “And remember, you only pay for an hour, so you only stay an hour, okay? Last thing I need is a repeat of two weeks ago.”

Sam nods sheepishly and raises his hands in front of him. “Understood, sir!” He does a lazy salute and smiles as Alan laughs and turns, disappearing from the doorway.

This room has slowly become Sam’s favorite ever since he’s began coming here. It’s warm, welcoming, and doesn’t loudly scream what kind of services go on behind closed doors like most other places do. He shifts and slides off his backpack, setting it down along with his jacket next to him on the futon.

But then he’s nervous again. It’s like the second he steps over the threshold into this room, everything becomes real. He anxiously rubs his palm against his thigh, mentally reminding himself he needs to have Y/N work her stain-removing magic on this particular pair of jeans; he’s only now noticing the dozens of faded droplets of blood that are dotted along the material from the rough vampire hunt last week.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor makes his head pop up as he looks expectantly at the doorway. The woman he’s been waiting to see rounds the corner with a bright smile on her face. Today, she’s wearing a white blouse with a navy skirt, and has her raven black hair tied up in a loose bun at the back of her head, probably due to the sweltering Kansas summer temperature outside. She nods at Sam, who also returns the non-verbal greeting, as she walks over to her desk and grabs a few supplies.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Sam,” she coos, her voice as smooth as honey on a hot day. It immediately puts Sam’s mind at ease and his body loosens up as of the tension he holds deep in his muscles fades away.

“I’m happy that you were able to see me on such short notice,” Sam replies, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“It sounded like you needed it,” she nods as she turns around and walks over to the chair across from the futon. “Vampire hunt, right?”

“Yup.” Sam pops the p, watching as she sits down in front of him and crosses one leg over the other, resting a dark brown patient folder in her lap. “It was a pretty bad one. Things got dicey at the end and now Dean is mad at me. I don't really know what else to do, Dr. Davis.”

“Well then, let’s get to it,” Dr. Davis begins, pulling a pen out from behind her ear. “How does this type of problem typically make you feel?”

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