Fic: Untitled [Castiel/Belial]
Fandom: Supernatural and Angel Sanctuary
Author: Night's Fang (Inked Insanity)
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Castiel. Mainly one-sided Castiel/Belial. And mentions of Belial/everyone, because that's how zir rolls yo.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: #1080
Summary: In which Dean has taken off, Castiel is drunk, and Sam is the one stuck with the angel and has to listen to him bitch.
Warnings: Spoilers for 5.16, 5.17.
Contains: Het, mentions of kinky angel sex, and Castiel never getting any of that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Angel Sanctuary. Though it would be kinda cool if I did.
A/N: So this was inspired by a fic zekkass did. Also I suck at writing Castiel.
Dean has just taken off to only he-knows-where, and left Sam stranded in the motel. He's most likely gone off to do something stupid of epic proportions. Like say 'yes' to Michael. And he's left Sam stranded with Castiel. A very drunk Castiel.
Joy.
“Maybe you shouldn't drink that,” Sam suggests when Cas gives up sitting and attempting to nurse his drunken headache, raids their stash of alcohol, and proceeds to guzzle half of it. Castiel looks at him while still chugging the bottle, and Sam swears that the angel is giving him a bitch-face that would outdo him. Sam weighs his options carefully before shrugging and grabbing a bottle from the stash himself.
A little while later, Sam's got a good buzz going, and is happily bitching about Dean. Castiel is nodding along in agreement to half of his statements. Occasionally he adds to Sam's bitching by bitching about Dean himself. He never has such a good audience. Bobby usually tells him to suck it up about a quarter of the way in. Maybe he should have drunken bitching sessions with Cas more.
He's just going into the finer points about Dean's sluttiness, when Cas gives a rather emphatic nod. Then, “If we didn't have proof otherwise, I would have been sure he was Beliel's re-incarnation. He certainly acts like her, a lot.”
Sam blinks, processing the words. He tries figuring them out in various permutations and combinations, which considered his state of inebriation he feels he deserves a reward for it. At the end of it though, he's still not getting it. Was his brother just compared to a fallen angel? He's sure Beliel is a fallen angel. “What?”
Cas takes it as incentive to go on and baffle Sam more. “His penchant for sinning so much. Almost like he's trying his hardest to be that way. Especially unnecessary fornication. Beliel used to go around in Heaven doing that too, claiming she was just living as her namesake. She caused quite a scandal, and got a lot of angels who'd been involved with her into trouble. Anna was one them, along with half of my garrison. She was our medic.” He sounds bitter when he says that. Far too bitter. And betrayed too.
Sam winces at that, knowing just how much it must've hurt, being betrayed by a friend. Ruby is fresh in mind. Brady even moreso. Castiel notices none of this and continues on without stopping.
“She even tried to seduce Uriel. Well not the archangel, he rarely leaves his domain, but the one in our garrison.”
It's proof of how much self-control Sam has, even inebriated, that he does not even throw up in his mouth at the mental image that scars itself on his mind. It's so scarring that he doesn't realise that apparently there are more than one angel that share the same name. (Though now that he thinks of it, it's sort of logical. Far too many humans share the same name, why not angels?) Or how jealous Castiel sounds. He does however take another large swig from the bottle, and glare at Cas. Except it seems that Castiel has gone into all out bitch mode.
“There was the whole scandal with Raphael, too.”
Sam knows nothing about Raphael, except for the fact that 'Cas made him his bitch,' as Dean frequently told him. So whatever Cas says about that, flies right over his head. It's probably for the best.
“And of course, she had to go and get obsessed with that great bastard. And then go and sleep through half of heaven to get his attention, so that she could hate him, then. Even though he didn't care. Fucker.”
Sam blinks again, just staring at Castiel. Did he just call Satan the great bastard, and fucker?. He's never heard the angel curse before and it's jarring. More jarring than the whole talk about angels sex lives. (Seriously what sort of fucked up society is Heaven, anyway? The whole Matrix thing was bad enough.)
“She took half of the host with her to Hell, when Lucifer fell....” Castiel adds, and Sam is positive about hearing Castiel muttering something about Lucifer waiting one more day to stage his rebellion. Sam does not want to think about it. It's probably not what it sounds like. It's just the inner Dean part of him jumping to that conclusion. There is no way in Hell, pun and all, Cas is grumbling about not getting any.
“She even slept with Zachariah. I believe there was leather involved.”
Sam actually throws up in his mouth this time. He could deal with Uriel. Really he could. But come the fuck on man, Zachariah? And yeah, Cas is definitely grumbling about not getting any, if the jealousy in his voice was anything to go by. And said angel he didn't get any from is an infamous fallen angel, who Castiel has compared to Dean. Okay that's it, Castiel is not drinking any more. Sam already has nightmares. He does not need material for new ones. Especially if those consist of Cas and Dean doing things that Sam would rather not think off. Ever. (The two of them already eye-fuck enough.) Neither is he equipped to deal with a heartbroken angel.
He moves to take the bottle from Castiel, who gives him a glare, that could cause even the most sparkly happy thing on the planet to curl up and die. Sam's resolve crumbles, as his brain forces logic into his thought process even in his drunken state. He's the human here, stuck with a drunk, pissed off angel. Maybe he can deal with hearing about the bitching.
“The worse part is, she still sends me roses. For some obnoxious reason.” Castiel stares at the floor, as if trying to burn a hole into it. Sam's really at a loss for what to do, because while there is the fact that Castiel is probably trying to burn a hole into the floor with his eyes, he looks like a lost puppy. Sam's always had a weakness for dogs. He awkwardly reaches over, and pats Castiel on the back, trying to console the angel. And fuck if this isn't one of the weirdest things he's done.
Castiel, who's clearly imbibed too much alcohol for an angel with failing grace, grumbles some more, and vomits onto the carpet.
Seriously, Sam thinks, fuck my life.
Author: Night's Fang (Inked Insanity)
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Castiel. Mainly one-sided Castiel/Belial. And mentions of Belial/everyone, because that's how zir rolls yo.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: #1080
Summary: In which Dean has taken off, Castiel is drunk, and Sam is the one stuck with the angel and has to listen to him bitch.
Warnings: Spoilers for 5.16, 5.17.
Contains: Het, mentions of kinky angel sex, and Castiel never getting any of that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Angel Sanctuary. Though it would be kinda cool if I did.
A/N: So this was inspired by a fic zekkass did. Also I suck at writing Castiel.
Dean has just taken off to only he-knows-where, and left Sam stranded in the motel. He's most likely gone off to do something stupid of epic proportions. Like say 'yes' to Michael. And he's left Sam stranded with Castiel. A very drunk Castiel.
Joy.
“Maybe you shouldn't drink that,” Sam suggests when Cas gives up sitting and attempting to nurse his drunken headache, raids their stash of alcohol, and proceeds to guzzle half of it. Castiel looks at him while still chugging the bottle, and Sam swears that the angel is giving him a bitch-face that would outdo him. Sam weighs his options carefully before shrugging and grabbing a bottle from the stash himself.
A little while later, Sam's got a good buzz going, and is happily bitching about Dean. Castiel is nodding along in agreement to half of his statements. Occasionally he adds to Sam's bitching by bitching about Dean himself. He never has such a good audience. Bobby usually tells him to suck it up about a quarter of the way in. Maybe he should have drunken bitching sessions with Cas more.
He's just going into the finer points about Dean's sluttiness, when Cas gives a rather emphatic nod. Then, “If we didn't have proof otherwise, I would have been sure he was Beliel's re-incarnation. He certainly acts like her, a lot.”
Sam blinks, processing the words. He tries figuring them out in various permutations and combinations, which considered his state of inebriation he feels he deserves a reward for it. At the end of it though, he's still not getting it. Was his brother just compared to a fallen angel? He's sure Beliel is a fallen angel. “What?”
Cas takes it as incentive to go on and baffle Sam more. “His penchant for sinning so much. Almost like he's trying his hardest to be that way. Especially unnecessary fornication. Beliel used to go around in Heaven doing that too, claiming she was just living as her namesake. She caused quite a scandal, and got a lot of angels who'd been involved with her into trouble. Anna was one them, along with half of my garrison. She was our medic.” He sounds bitter when he says that. Far too bitter. And betrayed too.
Sam winces at that, knowing just how much it must've hurt, being betrayed by a friend. Ruby is fresh in mind. Brady even moreso. Castiel notices none of this and continues on without stopping.
“She even tried to seduce Uriel. Well not the archangel, he rarely leaves his domain, but the one in our garrison.”
It's proof of how much self-control Sam has, even inebriated, that he does not even throw up in his mouth at the mental image that scars itself on his mind. It's so scarring that he doesn't realise that apparently there are more than one angel that share the same name. (Though now that he thinks of it, it's sort of logical. Far too many humans share the same name, why not angels?) Or how jealous Castiel sounds. He does however take another large swig from the bottle, and glare at Cas. Except it seems that Castiel has gone into all out bitch mode.
“There was the whole scandal with Raphael, too.”
Sam knows nothing about Raphael, except for the fact that 'Cas made him his bitch,' as Dean frequently told him. So whatever Cas says about that, flies right over his head. It's probably for the best.
“And of course, she had to go and get obsessed with that great bastard. And then go and sleep through half of heaven to get his attention, so that she could hate him, then. Even though he didn't care. Fucker.”
Sam blinks again, just staring at Castiel. Did he just call Satan the great bastard, and fucker?. He's never heard the angel curse before and it's jarring. More jarring than the whole talk about angels sex lives. (Seriously what sort of fucked up society is Heaven, anyway? The whole Matrix thing was bad enough.)
“She took half of the host with her to Hell, when Lucifer fell....” Castiel adds, and Sam is positive about hearing Castiel muttering something about Lucifer waiting one more day to stage his rebellion. Sam does not want to think about it. It's probably not what it sounds like. It's just the inner Dean part of him jumping to that conclusion. There is no way in Hell, pun and all, Cas is grumbling about not getting any.
“She even slept with Zachariah. I believe there was leather involved.”
Sam actually throws up in his mouth this time. He could deal with Uriel. Really he could. But come the fuck on man, Zachariah? And yeah, Cas is definitely grumbling about not getting any, if the jealousy in his voice was anything to go by. And said angel he didn't get any from is an infamous fallen angel, who Castiel has compared to Dean. Okay that's it, Castiel is not drinking any more. Sam already has nightmares. He does not need material for new ones. Especially if those consist of Cas and Dean doing things that Sam would rather not think off. Ever. (The two of them already eye-fuck enough.) Neither is he equipped to deal with a heartbroken angel.
He moves to take the bottle from Castiel, who gives him a glare, that could cause even the most sparkly happy thing on the planet to curl up and die. Sam's resolve crumbles, as his brain forces logic into his thought process even in his drunken state. He's the human here, stuck with a drunk, pissed off angel. Maybe he can deal with hearing about the bitching.
“The worse part is, she still sends me roses. For some obnoxious reason.” Castiel stares at the floor, as if trying to burn a hole into it. Sam's really at a loss for what to do, because while there is the fact that Castiel is probably trying to burn a hole into the floor with his eyes, he looks like a lost puppy. Sam's always had a weakness for dogs. He awkwardly reaches over, and pats Castiel on the back, trying to console the angel. And fuck if this isn't one of the weirdest things he's done.
Castiel, who's clearly imbibed too much alcohol for an angel with failing grace, grumbles some more, and vomits onto the carpet.
Seriously, Sam thinks, fuck my life.