#sastiel is always high key

[jess-irenes-fics]

As Close As I Will Get To Loving You

This is my submission for @riversong-sam fairytale mashup challenge. My pairing is Sastiel, this is my twist on The Prince and The Pauper and Snow White and it is inspired by this song As Close As I’ll Get To Loving You by Aaron Tippins. Hope y’all enjoy it. 

Warnings: language, feels

Summary: Step brothers Sam and Dean Winchester grew up in very different lifestyles; Sam being raised by his grandparents, working hard, not rich. Dean, grew up on the other side of the small town, in a two story home, the lavish life with his parents, a silver spoon in his mouth, popularity, sweater vests, never having to lift a finger. They went to the same schools, and they were actually fairly close, in high school Dean met Cas and they began dating. Now they’re grown and things began to come out into the open. 

“Sam, could you close up?” his grandfather asks, tossing him the keys to the gun shop. “Sure thing” Sam smiles catching them as his grandfather walks out. “Hey Sam.....” “Yeah?” “....Your ma and I have been talking.....we are old...you have kept this place running....and, we want you to take over” “Wow....I mean....I don’t know....I work in a few places” “I know son, but think on it, good night see you tomorrow” he pats Sam’s shoulder and leaves. Sam finishes cleaning and then closes walking outside. Across the street under the streetlight he sees Dean and Cas. They were holding hands and smiling, nothing new there, Sam sighs.  He waves and Dean gestures for him to come over.

“Hey Dean....Hi Cas” “Hello Sam” Cas says hugging Dean’s arm, Dean smiles. “How was work?” “Slow at the shop, nothing unusual...I’m on my way to my shifts over at Meg’s jewelers and then I have to go to my shift at Bobby’s automotive” “Wow, having to work like that must suck” Dean says. Sam shrugs, he didn’t mind. “So....how has dad been?” “So annoying” Dean rolls his eyes. “Earlier I told him I needed just $500 to get some work on my lambo, he said no, that’s why we’re walking and I’m scuffing up my new dress shoes. Y’know?” 

Sam raises a brow and holds back a laugh. “No,not really.....how have you been Cas, I’ve been busy but I think about you” “....you work for Meg?” Cas asks. “Yeah,why?” “Come on Dean” Cas says, throwing his nose in the air and walking off down the street into the night as they walk down the downtown main street.  Sam sighs, then walks to Meg’s. 

“What are you doing here?” Sam is asked as he enters Meg’s jewelers store. “Um....Ruby, Hi, I have a shift. Seven to closing I thought” “Oh, well she bumped me up to manager and I changed the schedule.” “alright, well when should I come back?” Sam  asks, his hands going into his jean pockets. “Half past never, you’re fired.” “Fired? Why?” “You’re late a lot for starters and you just have too much going on” “Yes, I know Samuel is sick, and I work two other jobs and I have school, but I always try to be here.” “why do you have so many jobs Sam?” “To pay for school, you know that Ruby” “Why don’t you just ask your dad or your brother for money?” “I’ll just go.....” Sam says walking out. 

He stops leaning against the outside of the store, main street wasn’t exactly crowded but it being a very small, tight knit town if there were just a few people out at this time of the day it was busy enough. 

“Sam!” he turns seeing his friend Jess with Charlie Bradbury and Joanna Harvelle. “Hey guys” he smiles. 

“it’s weird to see you outside of the shops and not in one working” “Yeah uh....I just finished my shift at the gun shop and when in for one at the jewelers and apparently Ruby was bumped to manager, and I got fired” the girls hug him. 

“Anyway, what is everyone doing in town tonight? I just saw Dean and Cas” “Awww~ I heard Dean wants to pop the question soon” Charlie says excitedly. “We’re just hanging out, while Jess is town” Jo answers. “Why does Dean have to be gay~” she whines, leaning on Charlie’s shoulder. “It’s alright, I’m gay~” Charlie smirks. “Yeah, and you’re engaged. Stupid Dorothy. Stupid sweater vests, stupid Cas” Jo continues. Charlie and Jess roll their eyes. 

“Hey Sam, since you don’t have work, want to hang out with us?” “Dean’s going to-oh, uhm....thanks but I’ll let you ladies have a girl’s night, thank you though” Sam says smiling. 

“Okie, bye~” the girls walk off, linked arm in arm, turning to wave goodbye at Sam, he waves back smiling. Sam sighs, thinking of what to do. He decides to call Gabriel for drinks. “Gaberiel” 

“Sam~ Sam Winchester~ Hi Princess~ You hate me why are you calling?” “Yeah I do, I was wondering if you wanted to come meet me down at Ellen’s bar for some drinks?” 

There is a moment of silence and Gaberiel’s tone changes. “......sure, we can talk Sam.....but, I have to bring Luci and Micheal” 

Sam groans. “Fine....alright....thanks” “sure thing Princess~” “Stop calling me that!” Sam hangs up. 

“Hey Sugarlips!~” Gabriel says as he walks into Ellen’s bar; his black leather jacket with studs on the shoulders, black ripped jeans with cuts in the knees, black Chuck Taylor’s All Star’s all working to make him stand out, along with his long blonde hair that went to his hips. Sam was already sitting down with his first or second beer. He wasn’t really caring to count. He flashes Gabriel a bitch face. “Sugarlips?” “You said stop calling you Princess” he smirks but then his eyes roll to the back of his head, he runs a finger through the top of his hair, then reaches outside the door. He grabbed the color of a white t-shirt covered in grass stains and dirt, being worn by his eldest brothers Micheal and Luci, neither of whom looked pleased, and he tosses them into one of the booths. “Shut up, Sugarlips needs to talk” 

Sam looks over at the angry brothers, both covered in scratches and dirt. “the get along shirt again?” he looks up at Gabriel. “Yep~” he smiles taking a Twizzlers from his breast pocket and eating it. “You know one day they’re going to kill each other?” “God I hope so~ I’m running out of Excedrin.” Gabriel says taking a seat by Sam at the bar. “And studs?” Sam asks, a brow raised. “Anna got to my jacket, I love her” he says proudly. “You’re a good big brother Gabe...” Sam smiles. “How is Anna anyway?” “Good, she starts preschool soon and adores your step brother” 

“Speaking of him-” “There we go, I knew it~” Gaberiel says as Ash brings everyone rounds. “Thanks Ash, does Ellen know Jo is in town?” “That’s why she isn’t talking, another mother-daughter spat, Jo’s father and yours just struck another big business deal and he is buying Jo a car, she doesn’t think he should just give it to her” Ash explains. “Well damn Ash, why don’t you tell them I’m on my period too? Since you’re putting our business everywhere!” Ellen, who had been washing dishes with her back turned to everyone,turns to finally snap at Ash who just chuckles. Pamela just rubs Ellen’s back.  

“EWW!! WE DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!” Sam, Micheal, Gabriel, and Luci all speak together, covering their ears like children. 

“Anyway, about Dean” Gabriel says bringing Sam back to their conversation, after sharing a bro nod of approval with Ash. “Nice mullet~” “Nice mane~” and Ash walks to the back of the bar. 

“......well, I just got fired from Meg’s and.....the girls told me that he is thinking about proposing to your step-brother” “Good for Cas and Dean~” Gabe says eating another Twizzlers from his pocket with a smile. “Glad to see my little bro happy-...oh, Sam, I’m sorry dude” the sincerity of realization in his voice and sadness in his eyes becomes obvious. “......Twizzler.....?” he offers Sam. “No. Thanks.” 

“Pay attention to me~!” Luci calls from behind them. “No Shut up!”   Everyone in the bar responds. 

“I have done nothing but pay attention to your needy whiny asses all day when we egged Bobby’s place!!” Gabriel snaps. 

“You egged Bobby’s?!” Sam glares at him with wide eyes. 

“Heh~ sorry Sugarlips, you won’t tell the old geezer will ya?” “Yes! I can’t afford to be fired from another job! Anyway, I gotta go, I have a shift in the morning over there” Sam gets up to leave annoyed. 

“Wait, what time?” “eleven A.M” “Good~” Gabe makes him sit and drink until he finally starts giggling. 

“You are really mean~” Sam points at Luci. “You-You’re annoying” he points to Gabe, then it was Micheal’s turn. “You are,well you’re just a prick” he says, almost serious, not giggling. 

“And you’re drunk, let’s get you home so you can sleep Princess Sugarlips” Gabe wraps Sam’s arm around his shoulder. He then grabs his brothers by the color of the get along shirt, dragging them behind to Samuel and Deanna’s place. 

“Gabriel” Samuel answers the door, annoyed. “What are you and those two hoodlums doing at my house” “Bringing Princess Sugalips home~” Gabe smiles and steps inside, dropping his sleeping brothers and carrying Sam to bed before coming back and grabbing the collars again. “Night Samuel~ wait, I smell cake?” “Deanna just made one” “Don’t mind if I do~” Gabriel walks into  the kitchen and helps himself. Dropping his brothers again, they let out a groan but they were so shit faced they were just cuddling and sleeping on the floor and couldn’t care less, still in the get along shirt.  

“That’s it! Get out!” Samuel throws the sleeping ones out onto the doorsteps before pushing Gabriel who grabs the cake tray carrying it with him because it was all he currently cared about. “Later~” he drags his big brothers home with one hand, the cake in the other. 

The next morning Sam gets up and walk’s over to Bobby’s. Bobby was outside pissed, obvious by how he was holding his flask and drinking from it. He noticed the eggs. 

“Damn it! Oh hey boy, wouldn’t happen to know how this happened would ya? I tell ya, my morning is going great, started with damn bastard Crowley next door coming over and waking me the hell up by ringing my damn doorbell in the shortest damn ladies bathrobe, I mean get shit faced and kiss a man one time and he thinks you’re a couple. It wasn’t my fault, Roofus made that batch! I mean, I did invite Crowley but never again. Oh, speaking of which, you’re off tomorrow,  I’m going to my high school reunion with the cranky bastard” 

“With Roofus? Thought you hated him” “I do, we do” “He is the cranky one?” Sam asks, a brow raised and a grin. “Hell yeah, I’m a sweet little snowflake. Anyway, who’s ass do I shoot so many bullets into that they shit ‘em for a week? I know you know” “Gaberiel, and-” “Lucifer and Micheal” “His name is Luci-” “I know what I said boy, go on and start cleaning this crap up. How has your morning been?” “I was bent over hugging a toilet” “Glad to see you’re finally enjoying yourself” 

“Hey Bobby....that Dean’s lambo?” “Yep~” they walk over as Dean steps out of the shiny car, wiping grease and oil off their hands to rags. “Hey Bobby, Hey Sam, dude, you look like shit....hangover?” “Mhm~....guess John forked out the dough, what to do you want done?” “Uh, just pimp it out, add some rims, whatever you think would make it look good. Oh, Bobby, dad says I have to get a job, can I work here?” “I guess, I mean I know you can work on cars, right?” “Oh yes sir, you taught dad well and he taught me” “Yeah, alright, start the in a few days” “Thanks” Dean leaves with a smile. 

Sam chuckles and whispers. “Hey Bobby, watch this...”. 

“Dean! You got some dirt on your shoe!!” Dean jumps to immediately check before dusting off his shoes and flipping Sam the bird. “I’ll just pick my car up next week” 

Sam and Bobby share a laugh and go on working. Dean begins working there and to Sam’s surprise, he actually was pretty good at the job, and didn’t mind getting dirty. The next week rolls around and before they know it the lambo was done. 

“Alright, I’m clocking out bro, taking Cas out in my nice ride~” Dean says as he gets in and waves goodbye to Sam. Sam watches him roll away, he had tried to tell Cas of his feelings before but it was pointless,so he just sighed and figured it was too late. Dean and Cas were going to get married and there was nothing he could do. 

“Alright Bobby, I’m gonna head home, get some sleep before class tomorrow” “Okay, later boy” 

Sam was walking out as his phone rings. “Hello?” 

“Sam Winchester?” “This is he” “You were the contact for your brother, he and a Castiel Novak Christ are being checked in at St Naomi’s Memorial, they were in a terrible car accident, I am sorry but your brother is in a coma” “I’ll be right there, and Cas?” “He has seemed to have lost some memory but he has been saying he wants to see his best friend, you” 

Sam hangs up and runs to the hospital to be with them. After some months he misses his bar exam and drops out, all the money he gets from the gun shop he decided to take over when Samuel passed and Deanna, took her own life, Sam puts towards the hospital bills for Dean and Cas, it turns out Dean’s mother Mary couldn’t give two shits less about her son as long as John spent his money on keeping her happy, which he was whipped and wrapped around her finger so he would. Everyone thought John would have been better off with Sam’s mother Jody, but, she passed just after Sam was born from the affair. It had now been two years, Dean had not woken up and Cas was still in the hospital, thankfully with Sam’s help, he was almost walking again and he wasn’t paralyzed from the waist down as they said he would be. He was also gaining his memory back, for some reason he just didn’t remember Dean. Sam didn’t try to bring that memory back because he was enjoying his time with Cas.  

“Sam” a nurse comes to the door, smiling. “You’re going to be glad you didn’t pull the plug, Dean’s awake” 

Sam looks back to the nurse. “Really?” “Mhm~, go on and see him” 

Sam rushes to Dean’s room. “You didn’t pull it” Dean says weakly. 

“No....” “thanks....” “no problem....saw that your life was just as shitty as mine, in it’s own way.....and Cas is doing good. He is almost walking again...and he has almost all of his memory back.” “.......can I....see him?” “yeah....” 

Sam goes back to Cas’ room where Cas looks up at him. “Hi Sam” he smiles. “Hi Cas” Sam smiles back, he knew his time was up. “Dean is awake.....wants to see you” “Dean?” “You will know him when you see him” he answers, lifting Cas up. Cas hugs him. “Thank you Sam, I would never get out of bed without you, you are the best friend I could ask for” “............yeah”. With that he helps Cas walk to Dean’s room. 

“Dean” Cas did know him immediately, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up with a sparkle. 

“Sam....” Dean points to a corner, Sam walks over. There it was, the ring. He brings it over to Dean. 

“Cas.....I don’t know....if yo-” “Yes, Dean” they share a smile and Cas reaches over grabbing Dean’s hand. 

“We’ll....I’m going to call everyone, I’m sure they’d want to know.” Sam says, forcing a smile and leaving. He calls everyone from Ellen’s bar. 

“Wait, Dean is awake?” Ellen asked excitedly. Sam nods. She and Pamela rush out, leaving Sam alone there. 

The next month or two go by in a blur for Sam, and before he knew it he found himself sitting outside the gun shop in a chair,  cleaning a gun as everyone else was at the church, for Dean and Sam’s wedding. He just watched. 

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[fanficsandfluff]

Supernatural: College

Okay, so an anon requested I write a Sastiel College AU fanfiction with no other context. Of course, I figured oh she wants to see Sam and Cas in a cute relationship, probably being roommates or being in the same classes and having tickle fights and whatnot. Alright, fine, I think it’s cute too so I agree.

But then I started thinking.... there was no specific requirement for me and this fic from said anon. I have the artistic liberty to take this information and write with it what I will. And so given this blank canvas of a college au, I applied it to my own current college experience. 

I need to get my feelings out somehow and making Castiel into myself seemed like a wonderful way to do it. I’m a freshman in college, I just finished my first semester and I’m in my second. I hate it. I have no friends. I am a depressed piece of shit. So now that you have this backstory, keep in mind that everything you read Castiel going through is almost exactly what I am going through. 

There is no cutesy tickle fights, no teasing, nothing like that. It’s just Castiel and his thoughts and experiences. 

College was..... not all it was cracked up to be. Castiel went through high school hearing these grandiose pictures painted of how great college was and how it'll be so amazing to finally leave high school and 'discover who you are.' But to this one student, he never saw it as that great. He applied to college since that's what you do in high school, always keeping his grades up and pretty well above average for the most part. He had friends, was involved in clubs and other activities. He loved high school, and he knew he was going to a college none of his friends were going to. He'd be leaving them, leaving his family, too. It was going to be a change he wasn't sure he was ready for. But with some family help moving into his new dorm, he pushed open the ajar door and saw another mother and father with their son, who was his new roommate. "Hey," the young man smiled, "Are you Castiel?" The young man nodded, "Yes, hi. You're Sam, then." Sam nodded and smiled wide, going to shake Castiel's hand, but he saw him holding a big box. He laughed and said, "Wehe'll shake hands after you've settled in." Castiel nodded, smiling pleasantly at Sam. His parents and even Sam and his family helped Cas set up himself in the small dorm room. He saw his parents making small talk with Sam's, and everyone seemed like pleasant people. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. After a long day's work of orientation and saying goodbye to families, all the freshman students settled into their new lives as residents of a college campus. "Whew," Sam flopped down onto his bed as he and Castiel were now alone, "Whahat a day, huh?" Castiel nodded, "Yes." "Where did you say you were from?" "I didn't, but I'm from Massachusetts. You?" "Kansas," Sam smiled. He sure did seem to do that a lot. "Wow, so you really are far from home, then. How'd you decide on this school?" "They have a great sports program. I play volleyball," Sam said. "Oh," Castiel nodded, "Yes, you have the, uh... build for it." Sam laughed, "Thahahahanks. What about you?" "I'm here because I got a decent scholarship and I found the campus appealing." "Yeah, I can see why you chose it. Those are good reasons. You're not into sports?" Castiel shook his head, "Not in the least bit." "Ah, thahat's okay. What's your major again?" "English." "Oh cool, I'm in the Law school here." Castiel nodded, "Oh, very nice," he was never good at small talk, so this whole conversation was practically causing him physical pain. And so the two went through the process of discussing what classes they were taking and other 'fun facts' about the other. After a few days of freshman orientation, which proceeded by at the painstaking pace of molasses, the classes began. The first day was always an introduction, going over the syllabus and the necessary books needed for each class. For Castiel, most of his classes were English-based obviously so he had a large number of novels and plays to purchase. Fun for any broke college student. And so far, Castiel hadn't really found his group yet. During orientation, he would see people exchanging numbers and they started to go out to eat together and do other activities with one another. Maybe it was because Castiel never extended himself out to people, or some other unlikeable factor about himself, but he simply had not clicked. He hoped with the start of classes that he would make a friend. No such luck after the first day. How odd this feeling was. He was a likable person, he knew he had to be. Otherwise, he wouldn't still have good friends from grade school that he remained friends with throughout high school, even when they went to separate ones. He wouldn't have graduated his high school with a tremendous set of friends and acquaintances. College was different. He would come to learn that. What probably did not help his friendless situation was his reluctance to participate in any adventures his dorm building went on with his Residential Assistant. They offered trips to local museums, and offered food in the lounges most nights, obviously all laying in place so residents could get to know their neighbors. Castiel hadn't gone to one. Sam walked into the dorm room on a night the lounge was hosting a dorm building Q&A Taco Night and he grabbed his keys and ID card, "Hey, Castiel. Are you going to the meeting?" Castiel looked over from his bed and he shook his head, "I don't think so." "Oh," Sam nodded, "Alright. Me and a few other guys are heading down there. Find me if you change your mind, okay?" he smiled kindly and left again. When the door shut behind Sam, Castiel let out a sigh. Dammit. If he had just gotten off his suddenly shy ass and said yes to Sam, he could've gotten the in he needed. As the night drew on, the light from outside dimmed and Castiel remained on his laptop. He watched videos, went on his blogs, and wrote for chat rooms, all things he normally did on the Internet. But midway through a YouTube tutorial video, he felt a pain in his chest. Throughout all the previous nights, he had been checking his Snapchat and Instagram. And he had been witnessing all of his friends scattered in different schools and states all at parties or hanging with a group of friends and seemingly having an amazing time; just like college was supposed to be! Right? Tears welled up in Castiel's eyes and he couldn't help it. He just felt so goddamn lonely. It was a pit in his stomach that surged and made him feel sick. He cried, laying down in his bed and holding a tissue to his face. How could everyone else he knew have made friends in an instant? It had barely been a week! How the fuck did everyone do it and master it so well!? Even the roommate hope of a friend had started to fleet by him. Sam was working on tryouts for the volleyball team and had already formed bonds with other players. He cried throughout the night in his quiet dorm room, hearing the occasional chatter from out in the hallways or outside of the building itself. Sam had not returned, even when Castiel had stopped crying. The freshman simply got dressed for bed and a pretty embarrassing time of night and he pulled the covers up over him and fell into a greatly appreciated sleep, where he wouldn't feel judged or pressured for being alone in his own dreaming mind. The first Friday night of the college year finally arrived. New friends went to parties or galas being held by the college, or went elsewhere to have their night of fun. Castiel watched Sam get dressed up, not speaking a word to him, and then the other man left the dorm room to probably have a kickass fun night. Castiel remained in a message group on his laptop with his friends from middle school, each exchanging their experiences so far, classes they hate, friends they've made, etc. It comforted him to hear that one other friend wasn't having such luck in college in terms of making friends yet either. However, he would check her Snapchat story and see her taking pictures with other students. Surely they were considered friends. Meanwhile Castiel had barely even opened his mouth to speak to anyone on his campus at all. It was getting deafening when you couldn't even hear your own voice anymore because you had no one to talk to. There was no one else to talk to or converse with. No one you could speak your mind to and tell them exactly what you were feeling and why you were getting depressed and why couldn't anyone talk to me enough to ask me to lunch with them and why I can't meet people and make friends!? And from there it would spiral, and Castiel knew it was. He did his homework almost nightly, whenever he had it. It was all he had to keep him occupied, if you could call it that. A godsend arrived when the club fair came around. This was his chance to really get involved and get friends. He put his email down for all sorts of clubs and took fliers with their meeting times. He then went back to his dorm, filled with purpose. He further organized which meetings he could make and other he prioritized over others since a lot were occurring on the same nights. So he went around throughout the week attending club intro meetings and seeing which ones he liked the most. He settled on continuing to attend a book club. He knew he could piece in some time to read on the side, having done his homework on time always and of course with all the quiet time he spent with himself in his nearly always empty dorm room. And as other clubs fell out of interest, the book club remained strong. He thought maybe he could finally find happiness in the small group of upper, middle, and lower classmen and women. Still.... time passed. He would read his book club book, attend class, take notes and tests and essays, return to his dorm, do homework, attend a book club meeting, and repeat the cycle. Holy shit, nothing was changing. What was he doing wrong!? Not one fucking time had he had the courage to turn to a classmate or person in the bookclub and say, 'Gee golly, well this class/book is really interesting. I would sure love to maybe get breakfast in the dining hall sometime so we can discuss the class/book.' Sure, no one was talking to him or looking like they wanted to be his friend. But when he really thought about it... was he helping the matter? He had lost the balls to start a conversation and ask to hang out. Granted, that had never been his strong suit, but how did he come out of such a large high school with so many friends. Something had to click or he would literally be going insane. The library that Castiel had gone to once or twice to print things out was quickly becoming his new friend. Either that or the gym were his two new favorite spots. At the library, he could surround himself with both silence and books, one of which he needed more of and another, well.... he was getting used to by now. At the gym, he enjoyed the treadmill and other muscle-building machines. It would take his mind off the building mountains of classwork he had fallen behind on. And it would then get him focused so he could stay up later and work harder for his grades. A cycle. That's all his life had become. And nothing broke the cycle. There were no Fridays or weekends where he could explore the town around his campus with friends. There were no free times where he would find himself at a party and drink and dance the night away. Snapchats were constantly filled with friends building new lives with new friends. He knew he shouldn't be watching them anymore if they upset him so much, but at the same time, he wanted to keep up. He wanted to see how close these strangers were getting with the people he knew for four years and more. The only small bits of relief he got was when he called his mother on the phone on occasional mornings. He would be calling daily if his mother could handle talking to him that frequently. But he would tell her everything that was going on, all the complaints he had and all the longings he possessed that willed him to want to return home. Home where everything was safe and familiar and friendly. His mother would update him on things going on in her life, and the third time he spoke to her in the beginning he had started to break down on the phone just at her babbling on about her experience at the grocery store in his hometown. Details. Minute factions of a much larger picture. Those insignificant stories suddenly filled him with such longing and such joy that he had to cry. And college went on. He waited for Thanksgiving break, driving home and never wanting to leave. And then Christmas break came. Oh what a joyous break that was. A whole month of staying home, eating good food, seeing friends and having laughs and sharing memories. He was back on top of the world and dreaded the day he had to move back in. It was cold and raining, a perfect foreboding of his life back on campus. Small talk with Sam upon their arrival, nothing more. How was break? Good. Yeah, it was great being home with family for a while but I'm so happy to be back. Yeah. Back into the cycle Castiel went. New classes, new faces, new experiences. Right?