I Don't Want To Forget The Sound of Our Teeth Shaking...
Characters/pairing: Sam/Cas
Summary: Cas is still crazy, but at least he's back.
Wordcount: 748
Spoilers/setting: through the end of season 7, AU after that.
Warnings: use of illegal substances. minor sneezekink.
Disclaimer: not mine, not mine at all. Not the characters, not the title (from "Something About Owls" by Balance Problems)
“You’ll like it, I promise.” Cas murmers huskily, whiskered lips almost touching Sam’s mouth. Sam swallows. He’s shaking, just having Cas’ body so close to his, finally, after all these months apart, already enough to make him feel out of control.
Cas turns away. “It tastes like sparrows sing.” he comments.
“Cas?” Sam asks, even though he knows by now that it’s hopeless, that Cas never explains himself except when he actually made sense in the first place.
Sure enough, Cas doesn’t look at him. He lights the joint, not bothering to use a match. “Fire.” he murmers. Sam isn’t sure if he’s saying it to make the fire real or it he’s just saying it, but a second later he looks back at Sam and he looks... anxious. Not quite afraid, but not calm either.
Cas’ eyes fall away again an instant later, and Sam doesn’t have time to speak or do anything before Cas’ hand is cupping his cheek, pulling him close as Cas breathes a cloud of smoke into his mouth, kissing him.
Sam never wants the kiss to end. Cas’ lips against his, their mouths open to each other and the smoke chasing away every last worry Sam had been carrying for months about Cas, crazy and alone in Purgatory, and about Dean, just alone. (Cas and Dean together.) He would’ve killed to get them back, but it hadn’t been that simple. Instead he’d given up on them, tucking himself away against any more pain, and he’s felt guilty about that every moment of his life.
But now, he doesn’t. Not right now, with Cas’ lips warm and soft against his own and Cas’ hands tracing lines against Sam’s jaw.
All too soon, he pulls away. “Cas...” Sam chokes out, and Cas smiles. “Did you like that?” he asks, voice husky, and Sam nods.
Cas takes another drag of the joint, and kisses it into Sam’s mouth. Sam clings to him this time, not letting Cas pull away, even when his throat starts to itch, and when Cas finally breaks the kiss, Sam coughs harshly against Cas’ warm cheek.
Cas doesn’t say a word, but he looks at Sam in concern, and makes to pull away. Sam grips him tighter, fingernails scraping across Cas’ cheeks and he isn’t sorry. He’s not letting Cas leave, not even in the smallest amount. Not after seven months without him, and Cas off doing who-knew-what with Dean and a bunch of monsters, getting high and, and broken on every drug imaginable somewhere between Purgatory and home, when he and Dean were fighting their way across layer after layer of reality, and Sam’s been alone.
All this time, Sam is the one who’s been alone.
He kisses Cas this time, hungry, not for the mind-altering smoke that Cas offers him like it’s fucking precious, but for Cas’ lips, soft and pillowy, and Sam kisses so hard they’ll surely bruise.
“I watch the bees.” Cas tells him when he pulls away, like it’s fucking news.
Sam wants to say something to that, although he doesn’t know what, but the roomful of smoke makes him rub his eyes instead. They’re watering, and he doesn’t know what name to put to why. He doesn’t think about it, and lets Cas kiss another load of smoke into his lungs.
“HihKCSHH!” He sneezes unexpectedly toward Cas’ shoulder as he begins to pull away. “Sorry.”
The urge to sneeze hasn’t passed, but Sam fights it. Cas traces a pattern on Sam’s cheekbone, Sam leaning into the touch. “Do you like this?” Cas asks.
“Y--” Yes. Sam starts to say, but his breath hitches instead, and suddenly he’s coughing.
“HiTSHEW!”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Sam mutters, seizing Cas again for another kiss. It’s quick this time, only a second before he has to break away to sneeze again. Twice.
“So fragile.” Cas murmers.
Sam shakes his head. “I’m fine. Want another hit.”
Cas smiles.
The kiss lasts. Warm and smoky and full of everything that’s been missing for the past seven months. Cas tastes like promise behind the smoke, like hope and light and the love between them that neither ever planned on.
“Heh-TCSXHIH! HehTCHH! HehTCHHH! Oh my God.”
It both lasts, and doesn’t last. Sam breaks it even though he doesn’t want to, and Cas frowns.
“HuXTSHISH!” Sam itches his nose, muttering, “Dabbit.”
“Like the sky.”
“What?” Sam asks. He coughs.
“It’s okay.” Cas answers. “Let’s try absynthe later.”
Sam laughs, and sneezes again.
Summary: Cas is still crazy, but at least he's back.
Wordcount: 748
Spoilers/setting: through the end of season 7, AU after that.
Warnings: use of illegal substances. minor sneezekink.
Disclaimer: not mine, not mine at all. Not the characters, not the title (from "Something About Owls" by Balance Problems)
“You’ll like it, I promise.” Cas murmers huskily, whiskered lips almost touching Sam’s mouth. Sam swallows. He’s shaking, just having Cas’ body so close to his, finally, after all these months apart, already enough to make him feel out of control.
Cas turns away. “It tastes like sparrows sing.” he comments.
“Cas?” Sam asks, even though he knows by now that it’s hopeless, that Cas never explains himself except when he actually made sense in the first place.
Sure enough, Cas doesn’t look at him. He lights the joint, not bothering to use a match. “Fire.” he murmers. Sam isn’t sure if he’s saying it to make the fire real or it he’s just saying it, but a second later he looks back at Sam and he looks... anxious. Not quite afraid, but not calm either.
Cas’ eyes fall away again an instant later, and Sam doesn’t have time to speak or do anything before Cas’ hand is cupping his cheek, pulling him close as Cas breathes a cloud of smoke into his mouth, kissing him.
Sam never wants the kiss to end. Cas’ lips against his, their mouths open to each other and the smoke chasing away every last worry Sam had been carrying for months about Cas, crazy and alone in Purgatory, and about Dean, just alone. (Cas and Dean together.) He would’ve killed to get them back, but it hadn’t been that simple. Instead he’d given up on them, tucking himself away against any more pain, and he’s felt guilty about that every moment of his life.
But now, he doesn’t. Not right now, with Cas’ lips warm and soft against his own and Cas’ hands tracing lines against Sam’s jaw.
All too soon, he pulls away. “Cas...” Sam chokes out, and Cas smiles. “Did you like that?” he asks, voice husky, and Sam nods.
Cas takes another drag of the joint, and kisses it into Sam’s mouth. Sam clings to him this time, not letting Cas pull away, even when his throat starts to itch, and when Cas finally breaks the kiss, Sam coughs harshly against Cas’ warm cheek.
Cas doesn’t say a word, but he looks at Sam in concern, and makes to pull away. Sam grips him tighter, fingernails scraping across Cas’ cheeks and he isn’t sorry. He’s not letting Cas leave, not even in the smallest amount. Not after seven months without him, and Cas off doing who-knew-what with Dean and a bunch of monsters, getting high and, and broken on every drug imaginable somewhere between Purgatory and home, when he and Dean were fighting their way across layer after layer of reality, and Sam’s been alone.
All this time, Sam is the one who’s been alone.
He kisses Cas this time, hungry, not for the mind-altering smoke that Cas offers him like it’s fucking precious, but for Cas’ lips, soft and pillowy, and Sam kisses so hard they’ll surely bruise.
“I watch the bees.” Cas tells him when he pulls away, like it’s fucking news.
Sam wants to say something to that, although he doesn’t know what, but the roomful of smoke makes him rub his eyes instead. They’re watering, and he doesn’t know what name to put to why. He doesn’t think about it, and lets Cas kiss another load of smoke into his lungs.
“HihKCSHH!” He sneezes unexpectedly toward Cas’ shoulder as he begins to pull away. “Sorry.”
The urge to sneeze hasn’t passed, but Sam fights it. Cas traces a pattern on Sam’s cheekbone, Sam leaning into the touch. “Do you like this?” Cas asks.
“Y--” Yes. Sam starts to say, but his breath hitches instead, and suddenly he’s coughing.
“HiTSHEW!”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Sam mutters, seizing Cas again for another kiss. It’s quick this time, only a second before he has to break away to sneeze again. Twice.
“So fragile.” Cas murmers.
Sam shakes his head. “I’m fine. Want another hit.”
Cas smiles.
The kiss lasts. Warm and smoky and full of everything that’s been missing for the past seven months. Cas tastes like promise behind the smoke, like hope and light and the love between them that neither ever planned on.
“Heh-TCSXHIH! HehTCHH! HehTCHHH! Oh my God.”
It both lasts, and doesn’t last. Sam breaks it even though he doesn’t want to, and Cas frowns.
“HuXTSHISH!” Sam itches his nose, muttering, “Dabbit.”
“Like the sky.”
“What?” Sam asks. He coughs.
“It’s okay.” Cas answers. “Let’s try absynthe later.”
Sam laughs, and sneezes again.