SPN: As Sure As the Stars Shine Above {Sam/Castiel PG-13}
Title: As Sure As the Stars Shine Above
Author: aerithqoc
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for S5
Warnings: Implied m/m, shameless fluff and cheesiness.
Word Count: 2150
Disclaimer: None of the people, places or things mentioned in this fic belongs to me.
Summary: In which, amongst other things, Castiel does not understand Christmas traditions and tries to stand on top of the tree.
A/N: Yes! Christmas Sassy! In my head I had to follow three plot points so I hoped they linked together okay... Oh! and the title is from Bon Jovi song “Please Be Home for Christmas.” :D
Merry Christmas everybody!
~ * ~ * ~
“Why is there a tree here?”
Ah yes, that’s how it started; When the ever curious and confused Castiel asked Sam about the elaborately decorated tree that sat by the motel room window.
For their makeshift Christmas experience, Dean had stepped out for ‘Christmas supplies’... and when he used air quotes to tell him that, Sam decided that he really didn’t want to know exactly what he meant. But it had meant that Sam was left alone with Castiel to take care of the inside of their motel room.
Not that Sam minded. Not one little bit.
“It’s for Christmas.”
Castiel pondered that for a moment as he examined the tree and it made Sam suddenly tilt his head towards the blue eyed angel. “Don’t tell me you have never heard of Christmas!”
“I know of it.”
“And you still ask me what that is?” Sam asked gesturing towards the tree standing proudly on the floor. Sam hadn’t asked where Dean had stolen it from but judging by the telltale receipts discarded in the pot, a local convenience store owner was gonna be pissed.
“I am unfamiliar with many of the traditions humans have incorporated into Christmas.” Castiel said as he tapped a hanging bauble on the tree. “What else is there to know?”
Sam shook his head. “Right! Well... there’s lots of different traditions at Christmas. Santa, snowmen, presents... The guy from Slade shouting ‘it’s Christmas’...”
“And what is the purpose of this tree?”
“It’s... a Christmas Tree, Cas. You put decorations on the branches and-”
“What kinds of decorations?”
Sam blinked a little at that. “Um... I dunno, bells? Baubles? Harps? Robins? And at the top you put an angel.”
Castiel’s eyes widened a little. “At the top?”
“Yeah.” Sam turned to his duffel bag, reaching in to pull out the whiskey for the traditional Winchester eggnog. He had just finished pouring it into the glasses and closing the cap when he heard a weird jingle and shuffle.
When he turned around, he came across the most peculiar scene he had ever witnessed in almost three decades of ghost hunting, monster killing and demonic exorcisms.
Castiel had pulled one of the branches down carefully, bending the tree towards him as he hitched a leg around it and tried to... shimmy up it?
“Wha... Castiel what are you doing?!” The bottle fell from his grasp, luckily bouncing safely onto the bed, as Sam stared wide-eyed at the one in the trench coat.
“I am trying to reach the top of the tree. I do not think the structure is sturdy enough to support me though, so it is proving difficult.”
“But-but why?!”
“I assumed that’s why you called me here tonight.”
“To sit on top of the tree?!” And then the idea clicked in Sam’s head. “Oh, to sit on top of the tree...”
“I do not know how you expect me to do this.”
“No I don’t- No-” Sam couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from him at the image of the angel around the tree, now combined with Castiel’s patented mystified look.
“That really, really wasn’t the reason, Cas.”
“It wasn’t?”
“Nonono! I thou- We thought that you’d like to spend Christmas with us-” Sam broke off into heavy guffaws, wiping the tears from his eyes. He forced himself to calm down, but then he looked back at Cas still on the tree and laughed again. “Please, please! Get off the tree Cas!”
Cas nodded and let go of the branch, the way he awkwardly unwound his leg from the tree made him stumble a little. Nothing too big, but at the same time since it was the usually graceful angel doing the stumbling, it was earth-shattering.
And that’s why Sam stopped laughing and lunged forward, slipping easily behind him and wrapping his hands around his shoulders.
“Cas! Are you okay?!”
There was a moment of silence when neither could speak and could only marvel in each other’s closeness.
“Of course I am, Sam.” Castiel found himself whispering, not even completely sure why his voice had gone so low. It must’ve been the heat from Sam’s body warming him up or the smell of Sam’s particular deep scent or the feel of Sam’s breath shivering across the back of his neck; probably all of the above.
What’s more, Sam himself found it very difficult to let go. Possessed by something a little strange, his hands snaked forward a little to wrap almost completely around Cas’ shoulders.
“Good.” He licked his lips and if they brushed against the back of Cas’ neck a little, then that was okay. “That’s- that’s good.”
Time passed in silence, heavy breathing and trembling hands.
Cas felt his increasingly human heart thump in his chest a little faster than it should have at the slight touch. He hadn’t expected Sam to grab him like that but he damn... he wanted more.
But as his hands began their tentative trek upwards to rest over Sam’s, he felt a little tug of disappointment when Sam pulled away with a little awkward cough.
“Sorry about that...”
Castiel found himself wanting Sam back together far too desperately to possibly ignore and he quickly looked around the room for inspiration.
His eyes went back to the laptop sitting on the table and he tilted his head at the strange graphics playing on it. From an earlier experience, he realised it meant muted music and an idea formed.
“You have music playing?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah.” Sam smiled as he looked at the laptop.
“People dance to music...” He seemed to muse to himself before he turned an almost sly eye towards Sam. “Is it also a Christmas tradition to... dance?”
“Don’t really need a reason to dance-” Sam’s face began a shrug before he clicked on to what Castiel was saying. “You... want to dance with me?”
“If you will show me. I am uncertain as to which... moves to use.”
Sam smiled a little at Castiel’s phrase. He’d been hanging out with Dean a little too much. Maybe they both had. “You know a guy usually dances with a girl.”
“I am aware of that. But I asked you.”
Sam had to peel his mouth together to stop himself from chuckling. Then he remembered what Cas was asking of him and his expression softened considerably.
“Are you being serious here?”
“Why would I not be serious about this?”
Sam shrugged a little, his lips giving a small twitch upwards. “Well... okay... need to put on some music first though...”
He tapped on his laptop for a few moments and quickly made it in front of Castiel moments before it started, only realising the nervousness in his veins when his shaking hands reached for the completely composed angel.
The music began and Castiel stared at Sam suspiciously for a moment, the lull of the man’s vocals in the background an interesting blend to his senses.
“Who is this singing?”
“Bon Jovi.” Castiel blinked at Sam. “What? Bon Jovi rocks!”
“I’ve never heard of them before.”
Sam shook his head and grabbed his hand, leading them in a slow twirl around the room. Cas narrowed his eyes a little but allowed himself to relax into the hold, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder as the Winchester’s hand carefully splayed across his back.
He had to move his feet a little more carefully than usual, but he was alright with that.
This was what he wanted, Sam to be close to him again. And he wasn’t as shocked as he should’ve been that Sam had fallen so easily into the rhythm. He felt Sam sigh into his hair as they continued their dance and he may have tightened his grip on the young Winchester a tiny bit more at that.
“I... think I like this song.”
“Really? I should give you the album. That’d give Dean a shock.”
“Dean does not like Bon Jovi?”
“... only on occasion.” And if Castiel heard the hint of sadness in his voice, he did not comment on it.
The quiet continued until the end of the song but they did not break away.
A strange glint appeared in Castiel’s eye as he looked upward. “Is there... any other traditions I should know of?”
Sam narrowed his eyes, his head tilting in confusion until he looked up.
There was mistletoe on the ceiling and Sam’s mouth fell wide open. Where the hell had that come from? He hadn’t put any up there and Dean certainly hadn’t either. So how did-
He looked back at Castiel’s seemingly impassive face.
No. No.
It must’ve been Dean. As a joke.
Cas couldn’t have- he wouldn’t-
“Sam? What is the point of this?” He asked pointedly and there was suddenly no doubt in Sam’s mind how the mistletoe got there.
Sam blushed a little when he realised they were still joined together. He was still holding Castiel’s hand and clinging to his waist, the angel doing the same.
“It’s mistletoe.”
“Why is it on the ceiling?”
“Um... it’s suppose to be... couples have to....”
“Sam?”
“When two people stand under mistletoe, they’re supposed to kiss.”
There was something so expectant about Castiel’s expression and Sam could feel his heart bang against his ribcage, sure that Cas must’ve been able to feel it through their connected chests.
“We don’t have to, if we don’t... if you don’t want-”
His eyes could’ve burst out of his head when Castiel suddenly bounded forward and pressed their lips together.
He couldn’t say he didn’t welcome it though.
When Cas pulled back after the briefest touch of lips, Sam quietly spoke.
“Cas... did you put that mistletoe up there?”
Castiel nodded.
“I thought you didn’t know any Christmas traditions.”
“Not many.” He repeated. “Dean informed me of the mistletoe, he told me to come to you for further information. I was... more than willing to do so.”
Sam felt the hand on his waist tighten and pull him even closer. “You know, you’re quite devious for an angel.”
And if he hadn’t seen it for himself, Sam really wouldn’t have believed Castiel was capable of that oh so evil smirk as the angel’s hand cupped the back of his neck to drag Sam into another kiss.
This time there was nothing innocent about the kiss, it was all tongues twisting and hands groping and so damn good.
Sam gave a pleased groan as they both fell backwards into the bed that Cas had somehow managed to lead them towards.
Yes, he was a devious little angel indeed.
~ * ~ * ~
Dean Winchester shivered and let out a crooked breath as he stepped in from the cold. Damn icy paths had meant he couldn’t reach the bar down the road as well as nearly tripping him up more than once because really, that one skid he maybe-kinda-possibly did on his way back was between him, old lady Tracey and her two garbage cans.
“Dude, I’m telling you - it’s a damn jungle out there! Gives a new meaning to the phrase “blue balls”! So you’d better be grate-.... ful....”
His last word trailed off into confused nothingness as he tilted his head at the two on the bed; his little brother and the almost human angel wrapped all cosy around each other.
Sam’s head was tucked into Castiel’s neck, mumbling nonsensical dreams into his skin as he tightened his hold around his torso and Castiel, face buried in Sam’s soft hair and one arm gripped around Sam’s shoulder, was slumbering gently.
Dean was stunned at how peaceful both seemed at that moment - that purely intimate and tender moment.
He’d never noticed it growing, but thinking back on it, those little looks and small smiles between them that he’d so often ignored suddenly made so much more sense.
Dean shuffled quietly over to the TV, flipping it on and throwing the volume low before he shuffled over to the other bed.
He grabbed the glass of eggnog off the table; sniffing, wincing and then giving a loud groan at the strength of the damn thing.
Sam stirred quietly in his sleep at that but when Castiel’s arms tightened and pulled him closer. Dean had to wonder if Cas really was asleep or not, but he wasn’t going to ruin this moment by asking so instead he lifted the glass into the air.
“Merry Christmas.” He toasted, shaking his head and downing the entire glass.
Unaware of anything more than the warm arms around him, Sam slept on.
Author: aerithqoc
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for S5
Warnings: Implied m/m, shameless fluff and cheesiness.
Word Count: 2150
Disclaimer: None of the people, places or things mentioned in this fic belongs to me.
Summary: In which, amongst other things, Castiel does not understand Christmas traditions and tries to stand on top of the tree.
A/N: Yes! Christmas Sassy! In my head I had to follow three plot points so I hoped they linked together okay... Oh! and the title is from Bon Jovi song “Please Be Home for Christmas.” :D
Merry Christmas everybody!
~ * ~ * ~
“Why is there a tree here?”
Ah yes, that’s how it started; When the ever curious and confused Castiel asked Sam about the elaborately decorated tree that sat by the motel room window.
For their makeshift Christmas experience, Dean had stepped out for ‘Christmas supplies’... and when he used air quotes to tell him that, Sam decided that he really didn’t want to know exactly what he meant. But it had meant that Sam was left alone with Castiel to take care of the inside of their motel room.
Not that Sam minded. Not one little bit.
“It’s for Christmas.”
Castiel pondered that for a moment as he examined the tree and it made Sam suddenly tilt his head towards the blue eyed angel. “Don’t tell me you have never heard of Christmas!”
“I know of it.”
“And you still ask me what that is?” Sam asked gesturing towards the tree standing proudly on the floor. Sam hadn’t asked where Dean had stolen it from but judging by the telltale receipts discarded in the pot, a local convenience store owner was gonna be pissed.
“I am unfamiliar with many of the traditions humans have incorporated into Christmas.” Castiel said as he tapped a hanging bauble on the tree. “What else is there to know?”
Sam shook his head. “Right! Well... there’s lots of different traditions at Christmas. Santa, snowmen, presents... The guy from Slade shouting ‘it’s Christmas’...”
“And what is the purpose of this tree?”
“It’s... a Christmas Tree, Cas. You put decorations on the branches and-”
“What kinds of decorations?”
Sam blinked a little at that. “Um... I dunno, bells? Baubles? Harps? Robins? And at the top you put an angel.”
Castiel’s eyes widened a little. “At the top?”
“Yeah.” Sam turned to his duffel bag, reaching in to pull out the whiskey for the traditional Winchester eggnog. He had just finished pouring it into the glasses and closing the cap when he heard a weird jingle and shuffle.
When he turned around, he came across the most peculiar scene he had ever witnessed in almost three decades of ghost hunting, monster killing and demonic exorcisms.
Castiel had pulled one of the branches down carefully, bending the tree towards him as he hitched a leg around it and tried to... shimmy up it?
“Wha... Castiel what are you doing?!” The bottle fell from his grasp, luckily bouncing safely onto the bed, as Sam stared wide-eyed at the one in the trench coat.
“I am trying to reach the top of the tree. I do not think the structure is sturdy enough to support me though, so it is proving difficult.”
“But-but why?!”
“I assumed that’s why you called me here tonight.”
“To sit on top of the tree?!” And then the idea clicked in Sam’s head. “Oh, to sit on top of the tree...”
“I do not know how you expect me to do this.”
“No I don’t- No-” Sam couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from him at the image of the angel around the tree, now combined with Castiel’s patented mystified look.
“That really, really wasn’t the reason, Cas.”
“It wasn’t?”
“Nonono! I thou- We thought that you’d like to spend Christmas with us-” Sam broke off into heavy guffaws, wiping the tears from his eyes. He forced himself to calm down, but then he looked back at Cas still on the tree and laughed again. “Please, please! Get off the tree Cas!”
Cas nodded and let go of the branch, the way he awkwardly unwound his leg from the tree made him stumble a little. Nothing too big, but at the same time since it was the usually graceful angel doing the stumbling, it was earth-shattering.
And that’s why Sam stopped laughing and lunged forward, slipping easily behind him and wrapping his hands around his shoulders.
“Cas! Are you okay?!”
There was a moment of silence when neither could speak and could only marvel in each other’s closeness.
“Of course I am, Sam.” Castiel found himself whispering, not even completely sure why his voice had gone so low. It must’ve been the heat from Sam’s body warming him up or the smell of Sam’s particular deep scent or the feel of Sam’s breath shivering across the back of his neck; probably all of the above.
What’s more, Sam himself found it very difficult to let go. Possessed by something a little strange, his hands snaked forward a little to wrap almost completely around Cas’ shoulders.
“Good.” He licked his lips and if they brushed against the back of Cas’ neck a little, then that was okay. “That’s- that’s good.”
Time passed in silence, heavy breathing and trembling hands.
Cas felt his increasingly human heart thump in his chest a little faster than it should have at the slight touch. He hadn’t expected Sam to grab him like that but he damn... he wanted more.
But as his hands began their tentative trek upwards to rest over Sam’s, he felt a little tug of disappointment when Sam pulled away with a little awkward cough.
“Sorry about that...”
Castiel found himself wanting Sam back together far too desperately to possibly ignore and he quickly looked around the room for inspiration.
His eyes went back to the laptop sitting on the table and he tilted his head at the strange graphics playing on it. From an earlier experience, he realised it meant muted music and an idea formed.
“You have music playing?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah.” Sam smiled as he looked at the laptop.
“People dance to music...” He seemed to muse to himself before he turned an almost sly eye towards Sam. “Is it also a Christmas tradition to... dance?”
“Don’t really need a reason to dance-” Sam’s face began a shrug before he clicked on to what Castiel was saying. “You... want to dance with me?”
“If you will show me. I am uncertain as to which... moves to use.”
Sam smiled a little at Castiel’s phrase. He’d been hanging out with Dean a little too much. Maybe they both had. “You know a guy usually dances with a girl.”
“I am aware of that. But I asked you.”
Sam had to peel his mouth together to stop himself from chuckling. Then he remembered what Cas was asking of him and his expression softened considerably.
“Are you being serious here?”
“Why would I not be serious about this?”
Sam shrugged a little, his lips giving a small twitch upwards. “Well... okay... need to put on some music first though...”
He tapped on his laptop for a few moments and quickly made it in front of Castiel moments before it started, only realising the nervousness in his veins when his shaking hands reached for the completely composed angel.
The music began and Castiel stared at Sam suspiciously for a moment, the lull of the man’s vocals in the background an interesting blend to his senses.
“Who is this singing?”
“Bon Jovi.” Castiel blinked at Sam. “What? Bon Jovi rocks!”
“I’ve never heard of them before.”
Sam shook his head and grabbed his hand, leading them in a slow twirl around the room. Cas narrowed his eyes a little but allowed himself to relax into the hold, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder as the Winchester’s hand carefully splayed across his back.
He had to move his feet a little more carefully than usual, but he was alright with that.
This was what he wanted, Sam to be close to him again. And he wasn’t as shocked as he should’ve been that Sam had fallen so easily into the rhythm. He felt Sam sigh into his hair as they continued their dance and he may have tightened his grip on the young Winchester a tiny bit more at that.
“I... think I like this song.”
“Really? I should give you the album. That’d give Dean a shock.”
“Dean does not like Bon Jovi?”
“... only on occasion.” And if Castiel heard the hint of sadness in his voice, he did not comment on it.
The quiet continued until the end of the song but they did not break away.
A strange glint appeared in Castiel’s eye as he looked upward. “Is there... any other traditions I should know of?”
Sam narrowed his eyes, his head tilting in confusion until he looked up.
There was mistletoe on the ceiling and Sam’s mouth fell wide open. Where the hell had that come from? He hadn’t put any up there and Dean certainly hadn’t either. So how did-
He looked back at Castiel’s seemingly impassive face.
No. No.
It must’ve been Dean. As a joke.
Cas couldn’t have- he wouldn’t-
“Sam? What is the point of this?” He asked pointedly and there was suddenly no doubt in Sam’s mind how the mistletoe got there.
Sam blushed a little when he realised they were still joined together. He was still holding Castiel’s hand and clinging to his waist, the angel doing the same.
“It’s mistletoe.”
“Why is it on the ceiling?”
“Um... it’s suppose to be... couples have to....”
“Sam?”
“When two people stand under mistletoe, they’re supposed to kiss.”
There was something so expectant about Castiel’s expression and Sam could feel his heart bang against his ribcage, sure that Cas must’ve been able to feel it through their connected chests.
“We don’t have to, if we don’t... if you don’t want-”
His eyes could’ve burst out of his head when Castiel suddenly bounded forward and pressed their lips together.
He couldn’t say he didn’t welcome it though.
When Cas pulled back after the briefest touch of lips, Sam quietly spoke.
“Cas... did you put that mistletoe up there?”
Castiel nodded.
“I thought you didn’t know any Christmas traditions.”
“Not many.” He repeated. “Dean informed me of the mistletoe, he told me to come to you for further information. I was... more than willing to do so.”
Sam felt the hand on his waist tighten and pull him even closer. “You know, you’re quite devious for an angel.”
And if he hadn’t seen it for himself, Sam really wouldn’t have believed Castiel was capable of that oh so evil smirk as the angel’s hand cupped the back of his neck to drag Sam into another kiss.
This time there was nothing innocent about the kiss, it was all tongues twisting and hands groping and so damn good.
Sam gave a pleased groan as they both fell backwards into the bed that Cas had somehow managed to lead them towards.
Yes, he was a devious little angel indeed.
~ * ~ * ~
Dean Winchester shivered and let out a crooked breath as he stepped in from the cold. Damn icy paths had meant he couldn’t reach the bar down the road as well as nearly tripping him up more than once because really, that one skid he maybe-kinda-possibly did on his way back was between him, old lady Tracey and her two garbage cans.
“Dude, I’m telling you - it’s a damn jungle out there! Gives a new meaning to the phrase “blue balls”! So you’d better be grate-.... ful....”
His last word trailed off into confused nothingness as he tilted his head at the two on the bed; his little brother and the almost human angel wrapped all cosy around each other.
Sam’s head was tucked into Castiel’s neck, mumbling nonsensical dreams into his skin as he tightened his hold around his torso and Castiel, face buried in Sam’s soft hair and one arm gripped around Sam’s shoulder, was slumbering gently.
Dean was stunned at how peaceful both seemed at that moment - that purely intimate and tender moment.
He’d never noticed it growing, but thinking back on it, those little looks and small smiles between them that he’d so often ignored suddenly made so much more sense.
Dean shuffled quietly over to the TV, flipping it on and throwing the volume low before he shuffled over to the other bed.
He grabbed the glass of eggnog off the table; sniffing, wincing and then giving a loud groan at the strength of the damn thing.
Sam stirred quietly in his sleep at that but when Castiel’s arms tightened and pulled him closer. Dean had to wonder if Cas really was asleep or not, but he wasn’t going to ruin this moment by asking so instead he lifted the glass into the air.
“Merry Christmas.” He toasted, shaking his head and downing the entire glass.
Unaware of anything more than the warm arms around him, Sam slept on.