50 First Dates - Date 40
Title: Date 40
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Sam/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 607
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None.
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Fishing.
Date 40
“You enjoy this?” Sam asks after about an hour perched silently on the edge of the river bank near the back of his school.
Cas doesn’t answer for so long that Sam’s about to repeat himself when his brother’s best friend finally says, “Not really.”
“Then why are we out here?” Sam sputters. This had all been Cas’ idea in the first place. He had discussed at length the fun he thought they would have fishing and Sam had caved and said he would go. Grant it, he had mostly agreed because he liked the idea of some personal time with his big brother’s number-one wing man more than he liked the concept of fishing. Cas is gorgeous and accessible in this weird-ass way that Sam’s still trying to figure out.
They’ve known each other for years but it’s only been since Sam’s turned fifteen that he started paying attention to the way Cas’ eyes shine in the sunlight or the way his ass looks in his jeans.
At eighteen Sam’s pretty much comfortable with the idea that he has the hots for Cas. Maybe more the hots honestly; Cas is intelligent and focused. Sam’s turned on by the whole package.
He just needs Dean to not find out. How do you explain to your brother that you want to touch his college roommate so bad you think you might die?
“Dean,” Cas answers after another long pause.
“Dean hates fishing,” Sam coughs.
“Exactly,” Cas answers with a smile. “You and your brother are too much alike in some ways. Do you have any idea how long it took me to think of an activity that I could talk you into doing that Dean wouldn’t immediately want to come with? It was so frustrating.”
“Why wouldn’t you want him to come?” Sam asks. He’s lost.
Cas fixes him with a stare that makes Sam’s throat and his pants feel tight. “Sam,” he says in this extra low gravelly voice. “I thought maybe we should spend some more time alone together. If you’ve decided that’s something you might want to do.”
It hits him suddenly, Cas knows. Cas knows Sam’s been lusting after him for years and years. Sam had been so worried about Dean finding out that he hadn’t taken a second to worry about Cas himself at all.
“Oh fuck,” Sam feels the words fall off his suddenly numb tongue before he can stop himself and then groans in horrified embarrassment. “You must think I’m so kind of idiot. I’m sorry Cas. I’ll just leave you guys alone. You didn’t have to make this whole fishing thing up just to take me out here and break it to me gently. I appreciate you not telling Dean though.”
Cas is watching him with this expression of dazed curiosity that Sam has only seen on him a few times before. He’s stumbling to his feet, getting ready to run away from this moment of exposure when Cas announces, “I hate fishing. Want to make out instead?”
“With you?” Sam asks dumbly.
“Unless you like kissing fish,” Cas chuckles. But when he tugs Sam back to the ground the touch he uses against Sam’s wrist is gentle, warm, safe.
He smiles and Sam can’t help but return it with one of his own before leaning forward and deciding to press his luck.