fic: the han solo to my princess leia (sassy au)
Title: the han solo to my princess leia
Author:drstupidface
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~2,900
Warnings: Really sappy and cute, nerdy Sam and little bit of brother arguing.
Disclaimer: I don't own sassy or spn or star wars (unfortunately)
Description: I got in a sudden writing mood and was like, Sassy needs me. So I wrote a fic about Sam and Castiel being best friends. Castiel always takes him in when Dean kicks him out because of rumors. It's through this that the Winchester brothers really notice how Cas feels.
Sam was stuck outside again in the snow, wondering what kind of shit his brother heard to kick him out this time. Dean was always keeping his ears open for rumors and never listening to him, even though all of it was just stuff Ruby and Anna made up to make Dean jealous. Every time he got jealous he would kick Sam outside and he’d go get drunk with them, probably screw them before stumbling home. Every time this happened he would always go and see Castiel. Castiel was his best friend since he moved to Chicago, they’d gone to school together and if it weren’t for Sam he probably wouldn’t have passed math. Well he would have passed if he would have been able to stop staring at Sam during class.
This time was no different from the rest, Sam crunching through the snow and walking to Castiel’s apartment. He didn’t call his fingers too warm but he figured Cas would figure out before him. He finally pulled his hand out, knocking on the door and hearing him stumble before pulling it open. He was already in his pajamas, the smell of Italian take-out seeping behind him and Sam cracked his million dollar smile making Castiel weak at the knees like always. “It’s one of those nights.” He muttered, looking into his crystal blue eyes. Cas smiled and tugged him inside gently, closing the door behind him. “You know you’re always welcome here Mr. Winchester. Luckily I ordered enough food for both of us and got your favorite movie ready.” He took his jacket, hanging it on the rack with his own and walking with him to the kitchen.
Sam took a breadstick and leaned against the counter, looking at Castiel and smiling. “You’re too nice to me.” He chuckled and shook his head, walking into the guest room to grab Sam his spare pajamas. He walked back in tossing him at the man in his kitchen, “I’m the only one that’ll put up with that dopey puppy face of yours.” He got them their plates, Sam just changing in the middle of the kitchen and sighing in relief as he tugged on his sweatpants. “And I will always appreciate that. Now let’s eat, you won’t believe how hungry I am.” He started to pile his plate with the delicious Italian food, smiling ear to ear as he stood next to his best friend. Sometimes he wished he’d moved in with him after college, probably wouldn’t be out in the snow so much. Castiel looked over at him and smiled, “Oh I can believe it. Now come on, movie’s waiting.” He already had his plate all ready and was walking to the living room, fork hanging in his mouth. Sam gasped dramatically, chuckling again and following him into the living room. They both plopped next to each other on the couch and smiled, sitting with no space together like they always did. Cas played the movie, the two of them eating quietly their eyes glued to the movie and the same smile on their face. “Favorite part.” He whispered nudging Sam gently, looking at him as he muttered the words under his breath between a bite of breadstick and pasta. Sam had seen A New Hope at least a hundred times in the past few months and he never got tired of it, knowing Castiel probably was. He loved that he knew exactly what would make him feel better after an argument with his brother.
As the credits rolled, Sam was already dozing in the angel’s lap and mumbling Star Wars lines in his sleep. Castiel was combing through his hair as he slept, his snoring getting pretty unbearable but cute none the less, finally scooping him up to carry him to his bed. He laid him down and smiled, tucking him in before going back to the living room to clean. He hummed quietly as he picked up their plates, loading them in the dishwasher and making up the couch before heading to bed. He yawned as he slipped into bed, falling asleep instantly and listening to Sam’s snoring through the wall.
Sam woke up first, smiling and rolling around in bed. He loved it here, it was always quiet and cool. He never had to worry about his brother waking him up in the morning with a big pail of water or the weird smell that sometimes lingered in their apartment after they went out and he was always guaranteed breakfast. He laid there and drank in the silence, waiting for Castiel to wake up. He yawned and stared around the room, all the posters of familiar movies. He smiled and kept looking, memorizing everything again. There was a soft knock at the door when he tried to read a book title off the shelf, “Hmm?” he muttered, eyes shifting to the door. Cas was standing at the door, smiling lazily at him and shaking his head. “Get up lazy; I’m going to make breakfast.” He walked to the kitchen, yawning loudly and searching for pancake mix. Sam drifted in, grabbing the milk from inside the fridge and taking a swig before walking to the living room. He collapsed on the couch, yawning again and closing his eyes. He was still tired, thinking about passing out on the couch but the thought was interrupted by Castiel’s cursing under his breath. “What did you do?” he chuckled, looking over the edge of the couch and smiling. Castiel pouted behind the kitchen counter, looking into his eyes and shook his head. “Stupid pan.” He muttered, looking down and sighing. Sam laughed and walked over, looking at him. “It’s alright; I can make breakfast this time.” He whispered, letting him move out of the way and grabbing the pancake mix. In fifteen minutes he’d managed to make them both a stack of banana pancakes and walked it to the couch, making Cas scoot over. “Much better.” He muttered, taking a big bite. Sam smiled and cut on Saturday morning cartoons, eating smaller bites as his eyes glued to the TV again. Suddenly he heard his phone ringing and got up, seeing it was Dean.
“Hello.” He said dryly, wondering if his brother was still mad. “Are you at Cas’ again?” Dean asked no anger in his voice. Sam raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat and setting his plate down before walking in the spare room. “Of course, you kicked me out last night.” He replied, distracting himself with a Newton’s law toy on the desk in the corner. “Alright, I’ll be by soon to pick you up.” He said quickly almost hanging up until Sam made an inaudible noise. “What? You can’t hang out with that loser all day. We have stuff to do.” Dean was starting to get a bit demanding as he realized his brother’s decision. “Dean I can take care of myself. I will be home when I feel like it. And he’s not a loser, he’s my best friend.” Sam said with the slightest ting of protective bear in his voice. Dean took the phone away from his ear, staring at the screen as if Sam could see the disbelief and brought it back to his ear. “Listen, we have got things to do. End of story.” He hung up, Sam sighing and tossing his phone in the bed as he shook his head. Dean always wanted to keep control of his brother, he didn’t blame him sometimes. They had been through a hell of a lot with their parents dying and him basically raising Sam by himself, he wanted best for him. The only problem was that Sam was almost 26 and he had been taking care of himself for the past five years, wanting to be able to make something of himself. Dean hadn’t gone to college, he decided he wanted to be a mechanic so he left for South Dakota where their Uncle lived and stayed there for months. For a while, it was just Sam on his own and he liked it for a few weeks before he stopped hearing from Dean. He missed a week of school and almost failed freshman year because he went over to make sure he was okay. If it weren’t for Castiel being able to catch him up, talk to the teachers and keep him in the loop he would have failed.
Dean and Cas had always been jealous of each other, Dean jealous because he just wanted that ridiculously close friendship they had and Castiel because he wanted Sam to himself. This left Sam oblivious to most of their pursuits, knowing he had his brother and his best friend either way. He was interrupted by a gentle knock at the door, knowing Castiel was worried about him again. “You have to leave soon don’t you?” He asked softly, looking at him with his own puppy stare. Sam shrugged, looking down at his feet and sighing. “Apparently we have ‘things to do’.” He did his air quotes, making his friend giggle and they walked back to breakfast. Dean didn’t take long to come pounding on the door, Castiel answering it while Sam laid on the couch and trying to push off leaving. His brother walked in and shook Sam gently, “Come on. Get up, we have to go.” Sam pouted and shook his head, eyes still on the color of the cartoons. “We don’t have to do anything, it’s a Saturday morning.” He mumbled, throwing his traditional temper tantrum. Dean pursed his lips, looking up at Castiel as he made his way back to the couch and watching his brother lift up his legs so he could sit down before laying them in his lap. “Sam come on.” He said a little more agitated, almost glaring at Cas. Sam looked over at the man under his feet and saw him trying his best to keep his mouth shut, eyes blankly staring at the screen. “No Dean come on, you went out last night probably had some crazy three way with Ruby and Anna before stumbling home to realize you’d kicked me out again because of something they instigated to get into your pants. I just want to watch cartoons with my best friend and sit in my pajamas all day, not be scolded by my big brother.” He said eyes not meeting his brother’s out of annoyance. Dean let out a breath through his nose, trying to keep his cool but failing. “Sam get up now.” He almost growled out. Castiel couldn’t do it, looking at Dean and narrowing his eyes. “Dean get out of my apartment.” He stood up, sliding Sam’s legs off gently and standing between the brothers. Dean looked into his eyes, the two of them glaring at each other before Dean stormed out. Castiel sighed in relief, locking the door after and biting his lip. “Look, I’m sorry. If you want to go, I just didn’t want you two arguing again.” He mumbled, suddenly realizing what he’d done. Sam shook his head and sat up, patting the spot on the couch next to him. “C’mere.” He whispered, knowing he had done the right thing. Castiel hesitantly walked to the couch, sitting next to Sam and looking into his eyes. Sam smiled at him and nudged him, “Thank you. I really didn’t feel like arguing this early.” Castiel sighed in relief and smiled back, nodding. “I know, I could see it in your face.” The two of them went back to their comfortable positions, watching cartoons again.
Dean wasn’t mad but he didn’t enjoy being kicked out of anyone’s apartment, sighing as he stood outside the door and walking to the impala slowly. He sent Sam three text messages, knowing he wouldn’t see them until later.
‘Sam its fine, I understand you want to hang out with him. I’ll see you when you’re ready I guess.’
‘Sam I’m sorry about kicking you out last night, I just heard some things I didn’t like. I know you deserve to have a brother who can listen and I’m going to try.’
‘Sam, I just wanted to say…’
He stopped typing the last one and shook his head, this wasn’t the time. He drove back home and climbed into bed, sleeping again. He dreamed about his brother and realized that Cas was with him, finally opening his eyes to something neither of them had noticed before. He shot out of bed, “He’s in love with him!” He shouted to himself. He collapsed back in bed and chuckled, “Jesus, we really are complete idiots.” Dean closed his eyes, knowing that Sam deserved someone like Castiel. Castiel took care of him whenever he kicked him out; he fed him and watched Star Wars with him. They read stupid books together and had a million inside jokes with each other; they were attached at the hip. Dean smiled and nodded to himself, deciding to be a good big brother and help Sam and Cas get together. He climbed out of bed, on a mission.
Sam had dozed off, Castiel looking at him again and smiling softly. He was just like a giant dopey puppy, twitching in his sleep and mumbling. He was interrupted by his own phone vibrating in his pocket and he shimmied it out, seeing it was a text message from Dean. He raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath, looking at the message.
‘Cas, I know you love Sam. And I’m going to try my damndest to put you two together.’
He looked around and bit his lip, swallowing hard. How did he know? Was he really that obvious? He suddenly got nervous and he felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Cas, it may have taken me this long to figure it out but you can’t lie now. I want the best for Sam and I know that’s you.’
Castiel smiled and felt his eyes filled up with tears, blinking them back.
‘Dean, I don’t know what to say…’
‘Just treat my baby brother like gold.’
He nodded even though Dean couldn’t see him and he slid his phone back in his pocket, unable to wipe the excited grin from his face. Dean was back at Cas’ apartment a few minutes later, Sam answering the door this time. Dean had a smile on his face, patting his brother on the shoulder and surprising his brother. “Hey-o Sammy, have to talk to you for a minute.” He pulled him outside and closed the door, looking him in the eyes. “Dean I really don’t want-“ he was cut off by his brother’s laughter. “Alright, I have to ask you something important. I know you and Cas have been friends for a long time, I was wondering if maybe you ever, you know.” He nudged him, hoping he understood what he was getting at. He didn’t want to beat around the bus, wanting the two of them to just be together. Sam raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, “Are you asking if I’ve thought of him more than a friend?” Dean smiled and nodded, reading him as best as he could. Sam’s face softened as he really thought about it, biting his lip gently.
His mind started to think about all the things that the two of them had gone through, all the nightmares Sam had when Dean was gone and all the nights he’d taken him in; how he’d taken such good care of him and put up with his weeks of silence. He remembered when Castiel picked him up after he got too drunk and bathed him, making sure he slept through the night. All the times he’d comb through his hair while he was sleeping, tuck him into bed and sing to him, he knew deep down there was something he couldn’t suppress anymore. He looked into Dean’s eyes and took a deep breath, “I think I’m in love with him.” He whispered smiling. Dean pat him on the back and walked him back inside, the two of them locking eyes.
Castiel looked at the change in Sam’s face, his eyes really looking at him. He cleared his throat, a little flush of pink on his face and a smile starting to spread itself on his face. “Sam I-“ He was interrupted by Sam’s arms wrapping around his waist and hugging him tightly, lips finding their way to his cheek. He picked him up, Castiel wrapping his legs around Sam’s hips and they kissed for the first time. It was slow and sweet, a hint of breakfast still on his lips. They pulled apart and Dean smiled, leaving quietly.
“I’ve been waiting five years for that.” Castiel smiled, looking into his eyes.
“I love you too.” Sam whispered, pulling him down to kiss him again.