SASSY \o/
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1. Leave prompts - All prompts should be Sam and Castiel centric. Either as a pairing or gen about them and their friendship
2. Fill the prompts - If your fic is too long for one comment just reply to part one with part 2 (don't leave a new comment with each part or it makes it hard to follow the thread) or leave a link
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"If you say so," Castiel agreed quietly, but when Sam continued to be sullen and silent, he touched his elbow. "Look at me, Sam."
"I don't want to," Sam said, knowing what looking into Castiel's eyes meant, but when soft fingers touched his cheek, Sam did look and willingly sank into the quiet blue of Castiel's gaze.
"I see." Castiel cupped Sam's face with both hands. His wings dropped out behind him like a train and then swept around them. Sam felt distinctly as if he were being hugged, swallowed up in the heavy darkness of Castiel's wings. It was warm here, and so was Castiel as he leaned in, breathing in with a soft flutter of his lashes. "You're lonely."
"It's not as simple as that," Sam whispered, but he accepted the comfort he was being given.
He folded into Castiel's open arms and buried his face into the crook of his neck. He let Castiel pet him and hold his shoulders and nose softly along the side of his face. In return, Sam gently rested his hands at Castiel's waist. The nightgown under his palms was a silken cotton and somewhat heavy, but Sam could still feel the compact body underneath it. Were it not for the pervading sense of comfort and the wings, Sam might've thought he was holding onto one of his own kind, but as Castiel's fingers pulled soothingly at the knots along his spine, Sam was glad Castiel wasn't.
It felt good to be held by an angel -- felt good to have his senses filled with something sweet and dappled in sunlight, like every inch of Castiel's body was built to relax Sam and make his mouth water with hunger. As Castiel inhaled gently at the spot behind his ear, Sam returned the favor with a gasp, teeth parting to take in a bit of Castiel's skin as he wondered if all angels were like this -- if they all came installed with this sense of home and love--
Castiel made a sudden noise and withdrew by several steps. Hands clasping empty air, Sam very nearly buckled, torn between the instinct to follow and the rational understanding that he shouldn't. He stared after Castiel for a long time before straightening on his own. His whole body was tingling with oversensitivity, his nerves searching for an angel's presence and getting confused when there was nothing to find.
It was unsettling to blink back to awareness and know that he'd been so close to marking Castiel up with bite marks. It was more unsettling to realize that, despite being back in control, he couldn't think of a single reason why he didn't want to make Castiel his in some way. Sam's only consolation was that Castiel's hands were shaking minutely at his sides because the angel's eyes betrayed nothing, and for a moment, Sam wanted nothing more than to see--
"Goodnight, Sam," Castiel said pointedly. He was already moving -- not toward the door to the hallway as he had the first time he'd kicked Sam out, but toward the door that led to his bedroom -- and with each backward step he took, he never took his eyes off Sam. "l'll see if I can arrange a meeting for you with Dean tomorrow."
Then with one last lingering look, Castiel was gone.
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Looks like Cas is feeling more than a little something too.
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