fic - r - sam/cas
Title: Bad Things, Parts Five & Six (A&B)
Author: sephirothflame
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Castiel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Warning(s): Language, Angst, AU, Sam's a whiny bitch who texts too much, Adult Situations
Spoiler(s): Through 5.22, "Swan Song"
Word Count: 2,721 / 8,987 (3,337 / 5,650)
Summary: Sam and Castiel finally get the chance to talk about what's going on between them. / Sam hasn't heard from Castiel since he vanished from the warehouse. When he shows back up, Sam's determined to make every moment count, even if the end is extremely freaking nigh.
Master List: Here
Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.
Part Five: How fragile are the very strong: 'What's up?' Sam asks and he's startled when the angel pushes him back against a rusting Nova and kisses him fiercely, fingers curled tightly in Sam's shirt. Oh, Sam thinks.
Part Six: Your life is here (links to No eleventh hour reprieve at the end): Sam is scared. Terrified, really, or petrified or panicked or a half dozen other synonyms, he doesn't care. That twisty feeling in his gut that makes him want to cry and scream and puke and punch something at the same time, whatever it's called, he's got that feeling.
Author: sephirothflame
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Castiel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Warning(s): Language, Angst, AU, Sam's a whiny bitch who texts too much, Adult Situations
Spoiler(s): Through 5.22, "Swan Song"
Word Count: 2,721 / 8,987 (3,337 / 5,650)
Summary: Sam and Castiel finally get the chance to talk about what's going on between them. / Sam hasn't heard from Castiel since he vanished from the warehouse. When he shows back up, Sam's determined to make every moment count, even if the end is extremely freaking nigh.
Master List: Here
Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.
Part Five: How fragile are the very strong: 'What's up?' Sam asks and he's startled when the angel pushes him back against a rusting Nova and kisses him fiercely, fingers curled tightly in Sam's shirt. Oh, Sam thinks.
Part Six: Your life is here (links to No eleventh hour reprieve at the end): Sam is scared. Terrified, really, or petrified or panicked or a half dozen other synonyms, he doesn't care. That twisty feeling in his gut that makes him want to cry and scream and puke and punch something at the same time, whatever it's called, he's got that feeling.