Fic: Oh, You're Abominable Socially
Title: Oh, You're Abominable Socially
Author: bubblegumhunny
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Cas, with a side of Dean
Rating: from G to NC-17
Word Count: 2800+
Summary: Fifty sentences full of sass.
Warnings: sex, mentions of character death, violence, religious themes and inaccuracies, various au-ness, and lots of semicolons.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's notes: *waves* Hey there. This is my first time writing in the Supernatural fandom, let alone something Sassy, so please go easy on me because I am really intimidated by all you wonderful writers. (Also let it be noted that I'm only in the middle of S5 in the show, so no spoilers past that.) Title is taken from the song Hermit the Frog by Marina and the Diamonds. Hope you enjoy!
#01 ➽ Motion: The only warning Sam got before a ruffled, windswept angel landed on top of him was an erratic flutter of wings and a sharp breeze; his arms instinctively moved to cradle Castiel so he wouldn't take a nosedive and they ended up staring at each other with wide eyes, startled, until Castiel breathed, "Thank you."
#02 ➽ Cool: Castiel remained invisible in the frigid cold, standing guard outside the previously abandoned shack now occupied by the Winchesters for the night, eyes sharp and wings stretched high and wide behind him, flecked with ice, trembling as they curled around it to keep his friends from harm.
#03 ➽ Young: When Castiel gave him one of his flight feathers, holding it out like a gift with his eyes to the ground and then lighting up like he'd just won the lottery when Sam took it, Sam was mystified, but when he left it there on the library table without thinking and Castiel's face crumpled with rejection the next time he saw him, Sam realized he was a bigger idiot than Dean.
#04 ➽ Last: He'd never had many friends at school, preferring to sit alone at lunch and do projects alone because that was the smart thing to do when you changed schools every couple of weeks and never got a chance to remember anybody's name, but that changed when he met a boy who was even lonelier than he was.
#05 ➽ Wrong: "I lied before," Castiel slurred, putting one hand on Sam's chest to keep his balance and looping the other one around Sam's neck to bring him close so he could stare into his eyes and continue in a deep, wondrous tone, "Your voice isn't grating, it's... it's what I imagine sex to be like."
#06 ➽ Gentle: Castiel might have been ruthless and unforgiving in battle, but on earth with the Winchesters he'd learned that not everything needed to be ruled with an iron fist, that he could lean back into Sam's arms and still be as strong as he was before; after all, even heavenly soldiers needed a reprieve once in a while.
#07 ➽ One: He knew he could only save one of them, and he knew without question it had to be Dean, but that didn't make it any easier and he knew Sam's mangled body and expression of terror would be branded in him forever.
#08 ➽ Thousand: When Sam heard Dean swear outside, loud enough that a crow squawked in surprise, Sam ran out with his gun expecting an attack, but what he found was one thousand paper cranes stuffed into the Impala --the front, the back, the dash and the trunk-- and a single feather with a note as a clue to who had done it, that said, "Maybe this will work."
#09 ➽ King: "I think I prefer Sam's taste in music," Castiel said one day when he popped into the backseat of the Impala, head canting to the side curiously as the last few lines of a Coldplay song finished, and Sam grinned at him in the rear view mirror as Dean let his head thunk against the steering wheel and moaned, "Why."
#10 ➽ Learn: Over the years living with Dean, Sam had learned to be cautious when opening motel room doors, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed watching Sesame Street, leaning forward with his nose nearly touching the screen and listening intently as Elmo discussed the pros and cons of the color green.
#11 ➽ Blur: "I can't feel them anymore," Castiel said, and he sounded so dead and hollow that Sam found it hard to look at him, couldn't find anything to say even with his extensive vocabulary, so he settled for a simple hug and let Castiel hold on as tightly as he needed to.
#12 ➽ Wait: "I'm going to get you out of here," Sam said, and even when Castiel murmured his name brokenly, when he said he was too weak to protect them and the building was already starting to collapse, to go, Sam, please, he stayed.
#13 ➽ Change: "That's a dime," the saleswoman said, staring at the coin and not taking it despite Castiel's outstretched hand; they stayed in a stalemate until Sam found him in the store, rolled his eyes, and gave her a flat piece of plastic that seemed to spur her into action but did not look like a very sufficient form of payment to Castiel (humans were weird).
#14 ➽ Command: Castiel did not understand what Apple Pods were or why Sam had bought him one, but after three hours of trying to command the device to work, the problem was eradicated by a very specifically placed bolt of lightning.
#15 ➽ Hold: Castiel closed his eyes, head tilted toward the sky as their cart stopped at the top, warm summer air ruffling his hair as he felt that bone deep ache of longing to take flight come back; it eased up when Sam's fingers brushed against his cheek, turning Castiel's attention to the light pressure of his lips, of comforting kisses that reminded him why staying on the ground was just as much his home as the clouds were.
#16 ➽ Need: "Sam, I need more, I need--" Castiel gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets as Sam's rough fingers screwed into him, and Sam licked a hot stripe up his spine, bit his shoulder blade and said, "Yeah, take it."
#17 ➽ Vision: Sam and Dean sat silently across from Castiel in the diner booth, unable to take their eyes away from him as he took his first sip of the amazing thing that was coffee, and then scrunched up his face like a kid who'd just been forced to eat his vegetables; he only stopped pouting when Sam asked the waitress to bring him a chocolate milkshake instead, ignoring Dean warning him, "When feather brain gets a sugar high, Sammy, I'm not gonna be the one to take care of him."
#18 ➽ Attention: "Uh... Cas, hey," Sam said, hands going up to pat the angel's back awkwardly; Castiel sighed into his neck, eyes sleepy and shoulders slumping in contentment as he wrapped himself around Sam tighter, replying, "Hello, Sam, I have missed you," while Dean choked on his laughter behind them.
#19 ➽ Soul: While Sam's soul was not as bright as Dean's, it was just as damaged, and it had taken Castiel much too long to figure out it also deserved his aid and his love.
#20 ➽ Picture: "Castiel, you're supposed to smile in pictures," Sam said, pulling the camera down from his eye and tamping down on a smile of his own at Castiel's devastatingly serious expression as he stood in front of the World's Largest Ball of Cheese.
#21 ➽ Fool: Sam had been doubting the whole thing, wavering on whether this was a good idea, all up until Castiel rocked his hips and husked, "I do not require lubrication, and I want you now," as he sank down onto him without warning.
#22 ➽ Mad: Sometimes when Sam was feeling particularly frustrated, Castiel would let him take his anger out on him; he would let Sam yell at him and push him down and on one particularly charged occasion, spank him, and the worst part was Castiel loved every single second of it, loved that the humiliation made him feel something other than the jagged feathers and the phantom pain of his clipped wings.
#23 ➽ Child: Being human was hard, and one of the first things Castiel learned was how much weaker he was, how it was agony to walk on a broken ankle; Sam was unfathomably kind to him when he showed up at the motel, voice soft and reassuring as Castiel's vision blurred without his permission and his throat burned, touch gentle under his chin when his lower lip started to tremble.
#24 ➽ Now: "I would like a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, please," Castiel said to the bartender, voice devoid of emotion like usual, and behind him he could hear Sam coughing and Dean's drunken hooting, but when the bartender winked at him gave him his phone number, strangely, he heard a glass break.
#25 ➽ Shadow: As Castiel and Sam stood on the sidewalk waiting for Dean to pay for their burgers (and a side salad, after some wheedling), Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he noticed two long, swooping shadows attached to Castiel's back --his wings-- and when Castiel noticed him gaping, he blushed and they flapped and rustled like he was self-conscious.
#26 ➽ Goodbye: Having his Grace stripped away from his very being was the most agonizing, excruciating pain Castiel had ever been in, and as he cried and screamed and lost his mind the only thing holding him together was a strong voice telling him he was going to get through this.
#27 ➽ Hide: "I don't want to go to another den of iniquity," Castiel said desperately, clutching at Sam's sleeve and digging his heels in the pavement to stop him, which was clearly not necessary as Sam had already stopped in his surprise and Castiel bumped right into him; Castiel looked up from Sam's chest to see him spluttering, eyebrows climbing into his hairline before they sank back down and Sam put his face (now nearly crimson in color) in his hands, muttering a dark, "Dean."
#28 ➽ Fortune: Castiel picked up one of the so-called "fortune cookies" from the Chinese restaurant and cracked it open, then he showed it to Sam and said flatly, "This cookie is inaccurate."
#29 ➽ Safe: Sam didn't realize he'd instinctively grabbed Castiel's hand when they crossed the road until Castiel looked down at them, and when he flushed in embarrassment and tried to pull away Castiel ignored him and linked their fingers together, telling him, "Dean used to do this for you when you were young so you wouldn't walk into traffic, I don't mind."
#30 ➽ Ghost: "I have never heard a vengeful spirit say boo before," Castiel said to Sam, looking bewildered as he inspected the Halloween decorations surrounding the house, and Sam's lip curled in amusement, because come to think of it, neither had he.
#31 ➽ Book: Dean was a fool if he thought Sam and Castiel had been doing research the whole six hours they were at the library, but if they had, it was very strenuous work on their... minds.
#32 ➽ Eye: Castiel's eye always twitched when they ate birds; it didn't matter if it was roast chicken or a fried egg, something in his gaze went shifty, and Sam only figured out why when he asked and Castiel muttered, "I have trouble seeing anything with wings being eaten."
#33 ➽ Never: Their first kiss was anything but graceful; Castiel was trembling with nerves, their mouths weren't lined up correctly, they tripped over a pile of books and almost fell over, their noses bumped together and Castiel had decided to forgo closing his eyes so it was incredibly awkward at first, but when they finally found right rhythm they didn't stop until Sam was blue in the face from oxygen deprivation and they were rolling around on the bed like lion cubs.
#34 ➽ Sing: "Our type of music is much different than yours," Castiel explained, sticking his hands in his trench coat pockets and leaning against Sam, for no reason other than he could; he sighed and continued, "While it brings The Host of Heaven an incredible sense of peace and unity, and I wish I could share it with you, it does the opposite for humans and you would go mad."
#35 ➽ Sudden: "You took an angel's virginity," Dean crowed, slapping him on the back; he wiped away an invisible tear and clutched at his heart as he added, "I'm so proud, you innocence corrupter... but spare me the details, I want my lunch to stay down where it belongs."
#36 ➽ Stop: "I can give you what you truly desire," the shapeshifter purred, looming over him on the bed with a shark-like grin, and it was Castiel's downfall that he didn't destroy the creature on the spot, that he bared his neck and submitted instead, because anything that wore Sam Winchester's face was impossible to kill.
#37 ➽ Time: "I am older than time itself," Castiel said flatly, as Dean cracked his lobster claw for him and Sam licked his buttery fingers with a distracting amount of intensity, "I do not need to wear a bib."
#38 ➽ Wash: Castiel wasn't shy about his fascination with Sam's hair; it was long and shiny and it reminded him of the attractive females on television advertising something called Pantene Pro-V, so when it started looking limp and greasy Castiel immediately went out to get this product and then cornered Sam to suggest he remedy the situation.
#39 ➽ Torn: "We'll get you another one," Sam said, coming up behind Castiel and wrapping his arms around Castiel's waist, resting his hands on Cas' soft belly underneath his dress shirt and trying not to laugh at the forlorn expression on Castiel's face, at his down turned mouth as he looked at his hamburger wrapper, now hamburger-less.
#40 ➽ History: It was truly remarkable how far they had come, from hostility to friendship, and now to the point where Castiel would do as much for Sam as he would for Dean.
#41 ➽ Power: There was something intoxicating about the way Sam felt when he was buried in Castiel, when he had an angel's thighs wrapped around his waist and his name falling out of a bruised red mouth over an over until he granted Castiel a release that left him shuddering and lost and completely at Sam's mercy.
#42 ➽ Bother: Castiel repeated his name, getting increasingly annoyed, but Sam had to strain to hear him and that made Sam think Castiel was probably holding his phone upside down, talking into the earpiece instead of the mouthpiece.
#43 ➽ God: The one thing they both had in common was an absent father, but Castiel's wound was still too raw, his faith tarnished and obliterated, so Sam kept his comments to himself and kicked Dean under the table whenever he opened his mouth to say something tactless (which meant there would be multiple bruises on his shins come morning).
#44 ➽ Wall: Sam was on his knees in front of him, holding his shaking thighs steady against the wall as he licked the head of Castiel's cock and then brought it into his mouth, growling as Castiel ran his fingers through Sam's hair and panted his astonishment to the ceiling.
#45 ➽ Naked: Perhaps he was simply a very impatient being, but the first time they had sex, Castiel managed to shed every article of clothing on his body except for his black socks and his tie; this resulted in some muffled laughter on Sam's end, and Castiel only forgave him for the ridiculing because it was quickly followed up by an intense orgasm that made his toes curl (unseen by either of them) and his power of speech fail at anything more articulate than a whimper.
#46 ➽ Drive: "You're actually a pretty responsible driver," Sam said, watching with reluctant respect as Castiel cautiously stepped on the gas, hands at a precise ten and two on the wheel, eyes never wavering from the road; he was still looking ahead, voice oddly high strung when he responded, "I don't wish to know what Dean would do to me if I wasn't."
#47 ➽ Harm: When Castiel fell to his knees, sword protruding from his back and skewering him with what would soon be nonexistence, he looked up at the demon who'd done it and smiled, tears leaking from his eyes as he whispered, "This is for my friend, Sam."
#48 ➽ Precious: "I made you a salad," Castiel said, placing what looked like a whole head of wilted iceberg lettuce and approximately two gallons of ranch dressing in front of him with pride, and he looked so hopeful waiting for Sam's approval the only thing Sam could do was put on his brave face, say thank you, and kiss Castiel's smiling cheek before picking up his fork and sitting down to what would be one of the worst meals he'd ever eaten.
#49 ➽ Hunger: Sam had large hands; Castiel liked to feel them roaming over the sensitive skin of his vessel's body, liked the way they wrapped around his wrists and manhandled his limbs, and liked how they cupped his ass and covered his mouth when his moans were too loud.
#50 ➽ Believe: "You will be safe with me," Castiel assured him, sounding almost offended that Sam would think otherwise --he deserved some slack, though, because flying with an angel was a little different than business class on United Airlines-- but luckily, he wasn't Dean, and all it took was those words and he was ready, holding on for the ride.
Author: bubblegumhunny
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Cas, with a side of Dean
Rating: from G to NC-17
Word Count: 2800+
Summary: Fifty sentences full of sass.
Warnings: sex, mentions of character death, violence, religious themes and inaccuracies, various au-ness, and lots of semicolons.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's notes: *waves* Hey there. This is my first time writing in the Supernatural fandom, let alone something Sassy, so please go easy on me because I am really intimidated by all you wonderful writers. (Also let it be noted that I'm only in the middle of S5 in the show, so no spoilers past that.) Title is taken from the song Hermit the Frog by Marina and the Diamonds. Hope you enjoy!
#01 ➽ Motion: The only warning Sam got before a ruffled, windswept angel landed on top of him was an erratic flutter of wings and a sharp breeze; his arms instinctively moved to cradle Castiel so he wouldn't take a nosedive and they ended up staring at each other with wide eyes, startled, until Castiel breathed, "Thank you."
#02 ➽ Cool: Castiel remained invisible in the frigid cold, standing guard outside the previously abandoned shack now occupied by the Winchesters for the night, eyes sharp and wings stretched high and wide behind him, flecked with ice, trembling as they curled around it to keep his friends from harm.
#03 ➽ Young: When Castiel gave him one of his flight feathers, holding it out like a gift with his eyes to the ground and then lighting up like he'd just won the lottery when Sam took it, Sam was mystified, but when he left it there on the library table without thinking and Castiel's face crumpled with rejection the next time he saw him, Sam realized he was a bigger idiot than Dean.
#04 ➽ Last: He'd never had many friends at school, preferring to sit alone at lunch and do projects alone because that was the smart thing to do when you changed schools every couple of weeks and never got a chance to remember anybody's name, but that changed when he met a boy who was even lonelier than he was.
#05 ➽ Wrong: "I lied before," Castiel slurred, putting one hand on Sam's chest to keep his balance and looping the other one around Sam's neck to bring him close so he could stare into his eyes and continue in a deep, wondrous tone, "Your voice isn't grating, it's... it's what I imagine sex to be like."
#06 ➽ Gentle: Castiel might have been ruthless and unforgiving in battle, but on earth with the Winchesters he'd learned that not everything needed to be ruled with an iron fist, that he could lean back into Sam's arms and still be as strong as he was before; after all, even heavenly soldiers needed a reprieve once in a while.
#07 ➽ One: He knew he could only save one of them, and he knew without question it had to be Dean, but that didn't make it any easier and he knew Sam's mangled body and expression of terror would be branded in him forever.
#08 ➽ Thousand: When Sam heard Dean swear outside, loud enough that a crow squawked in surprise, Sam ran out with his gun expecting an attack, but what he found was one thousand paper cranes stuffed into the Impala --the front, the back, the dash and the trunk-- and a single feather with a note as a clue to who had done it, that said, "Maybe this will work."
#09 ➽ King: "I think I prefer Sam's taste in music," Castiel said one day when he popped into the backseat of the Impala, head canting to the side curiously as the last few lines of a Coldplay song finished, and Sam grinned at him in the rear view mirror as Dean let his head thunk against the steering wheel and moaned, "Why."
#10 ➽ Learn: Over the years living with Dean, Sam had learned to be cautious when opening motel room doors, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed watching Sesame Street, leaning forward with his nose nearly touching the screen and listening intently as Elmo discussed the pros and cons of the color green.
#11 ➽ Blur: "I can't feel them anymore," Castiel said, and he sounded so dead and hollow that Sam found it hard to look at him, couldn't find anything to say even with his extensive vocabulary, so he settled for a simple hug and let Castiel hold on as tightly as he needed to.
#12 ➽ Wait: "I'm going to get you out of here," Sam said, and even when Castiel murmured his name brokenly, when he said he was too weak to protect them and the building was already starting to collapse, to go, Sam, please, he stayed.
#13 ➽ Change: "That's a dime," the saleswoman said, staring at the coin and not taking it despite Castiel's outstretched hand; they stayed in a stalemate until Sam found him in the store, rolled his eyes, and gave her a flat piece of plastic that seemed to spur her into action but did not look like a very sufficient form of payment to Castiel (humans were weird).
#14 ➽ Command: Castiel did not understand what Apple Pods were or why Sam had bought him one, but after three hours of trying to command the device to work, the problem was eradicated by a very specifically placed bolt of lightning.
#15 ➽ Hold: Castiel closed his eyes, head tilted toward the sky as their cart stopped at the top, warm summer air ruffling his hair as he felt that bone deep ache of longing to take flight come back; it eased up when Sam's fingers brushed against his cheek, turning Castiel's attention to the light pressure of his lips, of comforting kisses that reminded him why staying on the ground was just as much his home as the clouds were.
#16 ➽ Need: "Sam, I need more, I need--" Castiel gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets as Sam's rough fingers screwed into him, and Sam licked a hot stripe up his spine, bit his shoulder blade and said, "Yeah, take it."
#17 ➽ Vision: Sam and Dean sat silently across from Castiel in the diner booth, unable to take their eyes away from him as he took his first sip of the amazing thing that was coffee, and then scrunched up his face like a kid who'd just been forced to eat his vegetables; he only stopped pouting when Sam asked the waitress to bring him a chocolate milkshake instead, ignoring Dean warning him, "When feather brain gets a sugar high, Sammy, I'm not gonna be the one to take care of him."
#18 ➽ Attention: "Uh... Cas, hey," Sam said, hands going up to pat the angel's back awkwardly; Castiel sighed into his neck, eyes sleepy and shoulders slumping in contentment as he wrapped himself around Sam tighter, replying, "Hello, Sam, I have missed you," while Dean choked on his laughter behind them.
#19 ➽ Soul: While Sam's soul was not as bright as Dean's, it was just as damaged, and it had taken Castiel much too long to figure out it also deserved his aid and his love.
#20 ➽ Picture: "Castiel, you're supposed to smile in pictures," Sam said, pulling the camera down from his eye and tamping down on a smile of his own at Castiel's devastatingly serious expression as he stood in front of the World's Largest Ball of Cheese.
#21 ➽ Fool: Sam had been doubting the whole thing, wavering on whether this was a good idea, all up until Castiel rocked his hips and husked, "I do not require lubrication, and I want you now," as he sank down onto him without warning.
#22 ➽ Mad: Sometimes when Sam was feeling particularly frustrated, Castiel would let him take his anger out on him; he would let Sam yell at him and push him down and on one particularly charged occasion, spank him, and the worst part was Castiel loved every single second of it, loved that the humiliation made him feel something other than the jagged feathers and the phantom pain of his clipped wings.
#23 ➽ Child: Being human was hard, and one of the first things Castiel learned was how much weaker he was, how it was agony to walk on a broken ankle; Sam was unfathomably kind to him when he showed up at the motel, voice soft and reassuring as Castiel's vision blurred without his permission and his throat burned, touch gentle under his chin when his lower lip started to tremble.
#24 ➽ Now: "I would like a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, please," Castiel said to the bartender, voice devoid of emotion like usual, and behind him he could hear Sam coughing and Dean's drunken hooting, but when the bartender winked at him gave him his phone number, strangely, he heard a glass break.
#25 ➽ Shadow: As Castiel and Sam stood on the sidewalk waiting for Dean to pay for their burgers (and a side salad, after some wheedling), Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he noticed two long, swooping shadows attached to Castiel's back --his wings-- and when Castiel noticed him gaping, he blushed and they flapped and rustled like he was self-conscious.
#26 ➽ Goodbye: Having his Grace stripped away from his very being was the most agonizing, excruciating pain Castiel had ever been in, and as he cried and screamed and lost his mind the only thing holding him together was a strong voice telling him he was going to get through this.
#27 ➽ Hide: "I don't want to go to another den of iniquity," Castiel said desperately, clutching at Sam's sleeve and digging his heels in the pavement to stop him, which was clearly not necessary as Sam had already stopped in his surprise and Castiel bumped right into him; Castiel looked up from Sam's chest to see him spluttering, eyebrows climbing into his hairline before they sank back down and Sam put his face (now nearly crimson in color) in his hands, muttering a dark, "Dean."
#28 ➽ Fortune: Castiel picked up one of the so-called "fortune cookies" from the Chinese restaurant and cracked it open, then he showed it to Sam and said flatly, "This cookie is inaccurate."
#29 ➽ Safe: Sam didn't realize he'd instinctively grabbed Castiel's hand when they crossed the road until Castiel looked down at them, and when he flushed in embarrassment and tried to pull away Castiel ignored him and linked their fingers together, telling him, "Dean used to do this for you when you were young so you wouldn't walk into traffic, I don't mind."
#30 ➽ Ghost: "I have never heard a vengeful spirit say boo before," Castiel said to Sam, looking bewildered as he inspected the Halloween decorations surrounding the house, and Sam's lip curled in amusement, because come to think of it, neither had he.
#31 ➽ Book: Dean was a fool if he thought Sam and Castiel had been doing research the whole six hours they were at the library, but if they had, it was very strenuous work on their... minds.
#32 ➽ Eye: Castiel's eye always twitched when they ate birds; it didn't matter if it was roast chicken or a fried egg, something in his gaze went shifty, and Sam only figured out why when he asked and Castiel muttered, "I have trouble seeing anything with wings being eaten."
#33 ➽ Never: Their first kiss was anything but graceful; Castiel was trembling with nerves, their mouths weren't lined up correctly, they tripped over a pile of books and almost fell over, their noses bumped together and Castiel had decided to forgo closing his eyes so it was incredibly awkward at first, but when they finally found right rhythm they didn't stop until Sam was blue in the face from oxygen deprivation and they were rolling around on the bed like lion cubs.
#34 ➽ Sing: "Our type of music is much different than yours," Castiel explained, sticking his hands in his trench coat pockets and leaning against Sam, for no reason other than he could; he sighed and continued, "While it brings The Host of Heaven an incredible sense of peace and unity, and I wish I could share it with you, it does the opposite for humans and you would go mad."
#35 ➽ Sudden: "You took an angel's virginity," Dean crowed, slapping him on the back; he wiped away an invisible tear and clutched at his heart as he added, "I'm so proud, you innocence corrupter... but spare me the details, I want my lunch to stay down where it belongs."
#36 ➽ Stop: "I can give you what you truly desire," the shapeshifter purred, looming over him on the bed with a shark-like grin, and it was Castiel's downfall that he didn't destroy the creature on the spot, that he bared his neck and submitted instead, because anything that wore Sam Winchester's face was impossible to kill.
#37 ➽ Time: "I am older than time itself," Castiel said flatly, as Dean cracked his lobster claw for him and Sam licked his buttery fingers with a distracting amount of intensity, "I do not need to wear a bib."
#38 ➽ Wash: Castiel wasn't shy about his fascination with Sam's hair; it was long and shiny and it reminded him of the attractive females on television advertising something called Pantene Pro-V, so when it started looking limp and greasy Castiel immediately went out to get this product and then cornered Sam to suggest he remedy the situation.
#39 ➽ Torn: "We'll get you another one," Sam said, coming up behind Castiel and wrapping his arms around Castiel's waist, resting his hands on Cas' soft belly underneath his dress shirt and trying not to laugh at the forlorn expression on Castiel's face, at his down turned mouth as he looked at his hamburger wrapper, now hamburger-less.
#40 ➽ History: It was truly remarkable how far they had come, from hostility to friendship, and now to the point where Castiel would do as much for Sam as he would for Dean.
#41 ➽ Power: There was something intoxicating about the way Sam felt when he was buried in Castiel, when he had an angel's thighs wrapped around his waist and his name falling out of a bruised red mouth over an over until he granted Castiel a release that left him shuddering and lost and completely at Sam's mercy.
#42 ➽ Bother: Castiel repeated his name, getting increasingly annoyed, but Sam had to strain to hear him and that made Sam think Castiel was probably holding his phone upside down, talking into the earpiece instead of the mouthpiece.
#43 ➽ God: The one thing they both had in common was an absent father, but Castiel's wound was still too raw, his faith tarnished and obliterated, so Sam kept his comments to himself and kicked Dean under the table whenever he opened his mouth to say something tactless (which meant there would be multiple bruises on his shins come morning).
#44 ➽ Wall: Sam was on his knees in front of him, holding his shaking thighs steady against the wall as he licked the head of Castiel's cock and then brought it into his mouth, growling as Castiel ran his fingers through Sam's hair and panted his astonishment to the ceiling.
#45 ➽ Naked: Perhaps he was simply a very impatient being, but the first time they had sex, Castiel managed to shed every article of clothing on his body except for his black socks and his tie; this resulted in some muffled laughter on Sam's end, and Castiel only forgave him for the ridiculing because it was quickly followed up by an intense orgasm that made his toes curl (unseen by either of them) and his power of speech fail at anything more articulate than a whimper.
#46 ➽ Drive: "You're actually a pretty responsible driver," Sam said, watching with reluctant respect as Castiel cautiously stepped on the gas, hands at a precise ten and two on the wheel, eyes never wavering from the road; he was still looking ahead, voice oddly high strung when he responded, "I don't wish to know what Dean would do to me if I wasn't."
#47 ➽ Harm: When Castiel fell to his knees, sword protruding from his back and skewering him with what would soon be nonexistence, he looked up at the demon who'd done it and smiled, tears leaking from his eyes as he whispered, "This is for my friend, Sam."
#48 ➽ Precious: "I made you a salad," Castiel said, placing what looked like a whole head of wilted iceberg lettuce and approximately two gallons of ranch dressing in front of him with pride, and he looked so hopeful waiting for Sam's approval the only thing Sam could do was put on his brave face, say thank you, and kiss Castiel's smiling cheek before picking up his fork and sitting down to what would be one of the worst meals he'd ever eaten.
#49 ➽ Hunger: Sam had large hands; Castiel liked to feel them roaming over the sensitive skin of his vessel's body, liked the way they wrapped around his wrists and manhandled his limbs, and liked how they cupped his ass and covered his mouth when his moans were too loud.
#50 ➽ Believe: "You will be safe with me," Castiel assured him, sounding almost offended that Sam would think otherwise --he deserved some slack, though, because flying with an angel was a little different than business class on United Airlines-- but luckily, he wasn't Dean, and all it took was those words and he was ready, holding on for the ride.