Hiding, Sam/Castiel, SPN Fic
Title: Hiding
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Cas, Dean
Warning(s): Slash, Fluff, Embarrassment, Sexual-situations
Spoiler(s): None, Unless you don’t know about Castiel, then Season 4 onward.
Prompt(s): "It's ridiculous how out of the way they go so Dean doesn't find out"?
Word Count: 1,010
Beta Reader:None, I’ll go over it again, maybe, when I don’t have a headache.
Rants: Just a prompt, I needed something to write so I asked twitter peeps for a prompt. This is what happened.
Summary: Dean doesn’t know, and if Sam has his way, he won’t find out.
Disclaimer: Don’t, and probably never will own Supernatural.
Hiding
“Cas, we-we can’t.” Sam pulled Castiel’s head, gently, away from his and glanced at the window. He could hear the rumble of the Impala outside. Dammit, I thought he went to the bar. Sam pressed Castiel back, and moved quickly off the bed. He pressed down his shirt with shaky hands and fixed Castiel’s tie.
Two minutes later he was sitting infront of his laptop, not even looking at Castiel when Dean opened the door.
Dean was past the door and putting down take out and a pack of beers. Started chatting without even looking up from the pie he had taken out.
Sam glanced back at the bed to find Castiel staring at him. He blushed.
Damn Dean for stopping us.
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Sam left the bar once Dean was thoroughly distracted by his ‘pick’ of the night. He sometimes was glad at how easily Dean got girls. He glanced around and found Castiel leaning against a pole nearby. He smirked, and walked to the light-pole.
“I have been waiting for you Samuel.” Castiel frowned, crossing his arms against his chest.
“I know, I know, but you know that Dean would have a fit if he saw us together.” Sam pressed a quick kiss to Castiel’s lips, and was rewarded with an armful of angel.
The angel rutted against him frantically, clinging, and pulling off Sam’s clothes, “What is wrong with you humans and wearing layers?”
The hunter was distracted from answering though, Dean had just left the bar; the girl leaning against his side. He pushed Castiel into the brush near the light-pole. They rolled in the grass, tangled together. He double-checked to make sure Dean hadn’t seen him, and then glanced down at Castiel. Before he could apologize Castiel grabbed his face and roughly bit his lip.
“You should tell him, but until then you will clean my coat.” The shorter man scowled between kisses.
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Castiel closed the bathroom door just a second before Dean came into the motel bedroom.
“Fuck Dean, I told you I needed some time alone!” Sam covered himself with the bed sheets and glared at Dean. He wasn't even happy that he had apparently shocked Dean into just standing there for several seconds.
“I didn’t know you got a chick! Damn, Sammy, I’m sorry. Is she shy?” He winked at Sam, and turned his head towards the restroom.
The naked hunter frowned and glanced at the restroom. “Yeah…She’s shy, could you, er, leave now?” He wondered if Castiel could use his angelic powers to change his vessel's gender.
Fuck His Life.
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Castiel glared at Sam, “I do not understand why you do not just tell him to go ahead. He won’t notice if we have ten minutes to eachother, will he?” The angel glanced back at the diner where Dean was still using the restroom.
“Castiel, the motel is a ten minute drive, and at least a twenty minute jog, how can I explain that to Dean?” Sam rubbed a hand through his hair. He wasn’t even sure how he would explain why Castiel was talking to him when he rarely spoke to Sam infront of Dean if the man returned soon.
The angel frowned, he never sighed when he was annoyed, but Sam wasn’t that surprised. Castiel turned away from Sam before disappearing.
Sam wasn’t sure if he was grateful that Castiel had left when Dean appeared ten seconds later or angry that he had upset his angel.
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Sam covered Castiel’s face with his long shirt and blushed. Dean would find them in the restroom when Castiel had wanted a quickie. Not that Sam could say no when Castiel started pressing a palm to his cock.
“Oh, damn Sammy, I…your gay?” Dean’s mouth parted, eye-brows furrowed.
The younger hunter felt his cheeks burn, he was sure that his face was molten by now. “Yeah, er, no-I mean I like both.” This was beyond awkward. His breath hitched when Cas moved down further on his cock, almost deep-throating him. Sam figured it was a hint and wasn’t sure if it was more of a; Tell your brother or I will, Get him out of here, or both.
“Way to go Sammy.”
“Yeah-uh, mind if you wait outside?” Sam wondered if his face could burn off by blushing alone. It was doing a pretty good job of it.
“Oh, yeah,” Dean coughed, winked, and stepped back out. His voice drifted back inside the restroom so both Sam and Castiel could hear; “No, sorry dude, my bro is getting lucky in there, might want to piss outside.”
Maybe Castiel had the right idea, it was better than trying to get some sex-time in-between grocery-shopping.
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Sam had no idea how Castiel had gotten him to agree with this idea but he had liked it. Well, until he had to explain why his face was smeared with chocolate syrup. And why part of the smear looked like a handle that was covered in chocolate had hit his face. “I fell.” Not the best excuse but he wasn’t going to tell his brother that he had tried food-sex because of Castiel. He wasn’t even sure how the angel had found out about that particular kink.
“How did you fall and get chocolate that looks like a perfect handle on your face?” Dean bit into a left over Hershey bar on the table.
The younger hunter glared at his brother, he hoped that that bar was the one Castiel had stuck in his mouth while here; just to be spiteful. “I just fell, Dean, let it go” He muttered, already putting the extra chocolate that hadn’t been used away. He tried to ignore the other questions Dean had, mostly about why he had taken off his shirt while making liquid chocolate and why there were white and chocolate stains on the carpet near Sam’s bed. Sam was just glad that Castiel had left the room; and that the angel had orgasmed. He was pretty sure it wasn’t just by chance that the last few encounters when Dean had almost caught them, Sam was the one with blue-balls.
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~Fallingemerald