Sam moved away, his eyes wide. “Cas, what’re you -“
“I’ve never slept before,” the angel confessed, a bit confused on why Sam was edging away. He didn’t think Castiel would hurt him, did he? “I might as well try it while I’m taking care of you.”
“Allll…right,” Sam said slowly, “But - you can sleep on the other bed, y’know. You down have to - um - actually sleep in the same bed.”
“Do you dislike it?” Castiel asked, unexpected disappointment coming from this rejection. Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but it must have shown on his features, because Sam’s expression suddenly softened.
“On second thought…whatever. Why not.” Sam slunk underneath the covers and closed his eyes. There’s a trace of a smile on Sam’s lips, one that Castiel honestly hadn’t seen since the day they met, and the angel was filled with an unexpected warmth. He watched the human breathe in and out, this boy who had the entire world pushed onto his shoulders. This boy who had been abandoned by the ones he cared about most, Castiel realized. It was a wonder that Sam was walking around at all with that invisible weight on his shoulders all by himself.
He decided that, whether Sam and Dean stayed separated or eventually reunited, Castiel wouldn’t neglect him any longer. He deserved better, Castiel thought with bittersweet fondness, watching the chest of this cursed child rise and fall.
Castiel was struck by a sudden urge to be closer to Sam. This urge manifested itself by Castiel wrapping his arms around Sam’s chest as best he could. Sam started again at this movement, but Castiel’s eyes were already closed, so he couldn’t see his reaction. He must have decided not to protest, because he could feel Sam’s muscles deflex under Castiel’s arms. The angel found, surprisingly, that he liked the heat Sam’s warm body was emitting, and he moved in a bit closer. Castiel thought he could feel Sam press in a bit closer towards him, too.
“Cas?” Sam whispered.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” Gratefulness seeped through his chapped voice, and Castiel felt the tips of his lips turn upwards for a rare smile.
This is ridiculously amazing. Sick Sammy is my favoriteeeee. I loved Cas feeling Sam's forehead but not understanding why, and the medicine (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe = LOVE) and poor Sammy and his low rough voice and ALL OF IT.
Oh I love your Cas-voice! He's so adorably uncertain about what to get for Sam, and sleeping in the afternoon. And the Nacho chips and broccoli! Cas calling Sam a 'cursed child' and being all fond of him anyways!
Sam moved away, his eyes wide. “Cas, what’re you -“
“I’ve never slept before,” the angel confessed, a bit confused on why Sam was edging away. He didn’t think Castiel would hurt him, did he? “I might as well try it while I’m taking care of you.”
“Allll…right,” Sam said slowly, “But - you can sleep on the other bed, y’know. You down have to - um - actually sleep in the same bed.”
“Do you dislike it?” Castiel asked, unexpected disappointment coming from this rejection. Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but it must have shown on his features, because Sam’s expression suddenly softened.
“On second thought…whatever. Why not.” Sam slunk underneath the covers and closed his eyes. There’s a trace of a smile on Sam’s lips, one that Castiel honestly hadn’t seen since the day they met, and the angel was filled with an unexpected warmth. He watched the human breathe in and out, this boy who had the entire world pushed onto his shoulders. This boy who had been abandoned by the ones he cared about most, Castiel realized. It was a wonder that Sam was walking around at all with that invisible weight on his shoulders all by himself.
He decided that, whether Sam and Dean stayed separated or eventually reunited, Castiel wouldn’t neglect him any longer. He deserved better, Castiel thought with bittersweet fondness, watching the chest of this cursed child rise and fall.
Castiel was struck by a sudden urge to be closer to Sam. This urge manifested itself by Castiel wrapping his arms around Sam’s chest as best he could. Sam started again at this movement, but Castiel’s eyes were already closed, so he couldn’t see his reaction. He must have decided not to protest, because he could feel Sam’s muscles deflex under Castiel’s arms. The angel found, surprisingly, that he liked the heat Sam’s warm body was emitting, and he moved in a bit closer. Castiel thought he could feel Sam press in a bit closer towards him, too.
“Cas?” Sam whispered.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” Gratefulness seeped through his chapped voice, and Castiel felt the tips of his lips turn upwards for a rare smile.
“You’re welcome.”
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This is ridiculously amazing. Sick Sammy is my favoriteeeee. I loved Cas feeling Sam's forehead but not understanding why, and the medicine (he decided to get the ones that treated both statutes of the nose, just to be safe = LOVE) and poor Sammy and his low rough voice and ALL OF IT.
Thank youuu ♥
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&hearts &hearts &hearts...
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