Meanings From Flesh
Summary: Cas hugs Sam; Sam teaches Cas something about physical intimacy.
Pairing: Sam/Cas, in case you hadn't guessed
Spoilers/setting: *8.7* (a missing scene and a coda)
Warnings: sex, not particularly graphic; virgin!Cas
Wordcount: 615
Disclaimer: neither this beautiful man nor this beautiful angel are mine, and I'm pretty sure this didn't actually happen.
A/N: there are so many Sam and Cas hugs on tumblr right now. I merely meant to contribute, and somehow it took on a life of its own.
Cas wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, burying his face in Sam’s shoulder. “It is good to be back.” he mutters, softly, like he doesn’t want to be saying this and can’t quite believe he is. He presses harder against Sam, so his next words come out so muffled they’re almost unintelligible, buzzing and vibrating against his skin. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
Sam swallows. He really has no idea what to say to that--me too seems too obvious, I’m glad you’re back is too much of an understatement, so is missed you, and anything else that comes to mind seems like Dean would laugh at him endlessly for saying. Never mind that Dean went to get beer.
He settles for reaching awkwardly behind himself and patting Cas on the shoulder. “Hey, Cas, you wanna come hug me from the other side, so I can see you?”
In response, Cas snuggles closer behind him. Sam can feel Cas' dick against his thigh, warm and heavy, and he swallows again, trying not to notice it because Cas obviously hasn’t, still as sexually oblivious as he always has been, apparently. That thought is oddly comforting, although frustrating.
“I’m happy right here.” Cas says. His breath is hot and damp against the back of Sam’s neck. Sam shrugs and nods. He likes it too, if he’s being totally honest. It feels like Cas is melting into him. He takes a deep breath and tries not to sweat too much.
When Dean comes back and Cas pulls away, it feels like a part of himself is leaving.
***
Later, when their clothes are all folded away (neither of them being the type just leave them in a messy heap on the floor, which is more poetic) when the demons are defeated, and moonlight is streaming through the cracks in the window blinds, Sam teaches Cas the practice of being close. At first, it’s just lying side by side. Cas is hesitant and caught up, still, in angel rules--but Sam knows how to go slow, and one by one, he takes all the rules away, and lets Cas learn a new law in whispered cries and sweat and spit until it’s impossible to tell, anymore, where Sam ends and the angel begins. He teaches him the rules of flesh in sloppy kisses and fingers in his ass, and now that it’s happening Sam can hardly believe it took him so long to do this.
Sam knows they should be quiet, since Dean is just over in the other bed, but he’s snoring in the way he does when he’s under exceptionally deeply; and Sam can’t help the moan that escapes his lips when Cas arches around him and splatters his back with fresh cum.
He finishes himself because Cas seems incredibly bewildered about how to go about it, and embarrassed, now, that what Sam advertised as “cuddling” went this far; but he doesn’t mind because Cas presses a kiss to his temple and wraps his arms around Sam’s shuddering body.
He wants to cry, all of a sudden. He never thought he could have Cas back as well as Dean, and he certainly never really believed he could have Cas like this, no matter how many times the thought crossed his mind and he pushed it down.
“What’s wrong?” Cas asks, voice low and husky still, spoken directly in Sam’s ear.
“Nothing.” he whispers back, rolling towards Cas and putting his arms around him. “Everything’s perfect.”
“Oh.” Cas shoots him a confused look but doesn’t press it.
“You stay.” Sam chokes out. “You stay right here, alright?”
“Oh, believe me, Sam. That is exactly what I intend to do.”
Pairing: Sam/Cas, in case you hadn't guessed
Spoilers/setting: *8.7* (a missing scene and a coda)
Warnings: sex, not particularly graphic; virgin!Cas
Wordcount: 615
Disclaimer: neither this beautiful man nor this beautiful angel are mine, and I'm pretty sure this didn't actually happen.
A/N: there are so many Sam and Cas hugs on tumblr right now. I merely meant to contribute, and somehow it took on a life of its own.
Cas wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, burying his face in Sam’s shoulder. “It is good to be back.” he mutters, softly, like he doesn’t want to be saying this and can’t quite believe he is. He presses harder against Sam, so his next words come out so muffled they’re almost unintelligible, buzzing and vibrating against his skin. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
Sam swallows. He really has no idea what to say to that--me too seems too obvious, I’m glad you’re back is too much of an understatement, so is missed you, and anything else that comes to mind seems like Dean would laugh at him endlessly for saying. Never mind that Dean went to get beer.
He settles for reaching awkwardly behind himself and patting Cas on the shoulder. “Hey, Cas, you wanna come hug me from the other side, so I can see you?”
In response, Cas snuggles closer behind him. Sam can feel Cas' dick against his thigh, warm and heavy, and he swallows again, trying not to notice it because Cas obviously hasn’t, still as sexually oblivious as he always has been, apparently. That thought is oddly comforting, although frustrating.
“I’m happy right here.” Cas says. His breath is hot and damp against the back of Sam’s neck. Sam shrugs and nods. He likes it too, if he’s being totally honest. It feels like Cas is melting into him. He takes a deep breath and tries not to sweat too much.
When Dean comes back and Cas pulls away, it feels like a part of himself is leaving.
***
Later, when their clothes are all folded away (neither of them being the type just leave them in a messy heap on the floor, which is more poetic) when the demons are defeated, and moonlight is streaming through the cracks in the window blinds, Sam teaches Cas the practice of being close. At first, it’s just lying side by side. Cas is hesitant and caught up, still, in angel rules--but Sam knows how to go slow, and one by one, he takes all the rules away, and lets Cas learn a new law in whispered cries and sweat and spit until it’s impossible to tell, anymore, where Sam ends and the angel begins. He teaches him the rules of flesh in sloppy kisses and fingers in his ass, and now that it’s happening Sam can hardly believe it took him so long to do this.
Sam knows they should be quiet, since Dean is just over in the other bed, but he’s snoring in the way he does when he’s under exceptionally deeply; and Sam can’t help the moan that escapes his lips when Cas arches around him and splatters his back with fresh cum.
He finishes himself because Cas seems incredibly bewildered about how to go about it, and embarrassed, now, that what Sam advertised as “cuddling” went this far; but he doesn’t mind because Cas presses a kiss to his temple and wraps his arms around Sam’s shuddering body.
He wants to cry, all of a sudden. He never thought he could have Cas back as well as Dean, and he certainly never really believed he could have Cas like this, no matter how many times the thought crossed his mind and he pushed it down.
“What’s wrong?” Cas asks, voice low and husky still, spoken directly in Sam’s ear.
“Nothing.” he whispers back, rolling towards Cas and putting his arms around him. “Everything’s perfect.”
“Oh.” Cas shoots him a confused look but doesn’t press it.
“You stay.” Sam chokes out. “You stay right here, alright?”
“Oh, believe me, Sam. That is exactly what I intend to do.”