Camels, Table 01, Prompt 02
Title: Camels
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #02, Smell
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Sam figured he’d get used to it eventually. (Warnings for implied character death)
There was always something about Cas, the way he’d pop in when he was an angel, this distinct sound and crackling air, the smell of ozone and some other unidentifiable but familiar thing that Sam had never been able to put his finger on.
He didn’t really wonder what it was anymore. But it was grass. The scent of the freshly cut grass in the park of Castiel’s Heaven, where he used to sit and watch a brightly colored kite float through the air.
Cas couldn’t go back there now, he wasn’t an angel, he was a man, just like Sam. Flawed and perfect, like all of God’s creations.
It was just the two of them now. Not much left to hunt, but they did what they could and kept their mouths shut about the ones who weren’t there anymore.
Even more differences emerged as the months wore on. They started fucking, for one thing, which was fine. No ridiculous declarations of love or public displays of affection, just holding on to what they had. As with all other things human, Cas had learned quickly. Sam was floored to come back to their motel one day and see that Cas had turned an empty beer bottle into an ashtray and was flicking ashes from a filterless Camel into it.
He didn’t bother to question it. He’d never said even the first world to Cas about it. His business, Sam figured, whatever. He thought eventually he’d get used to the smell, not stale nicotine like he’d been accustomed to in motel rooms over the years, but actual cigarette smoke clinging to Cas’ clothes, his skin, his mouth.
It hadn’t happened yet, but it would. Surely, at some point, Sam would just accept it as part of what he had, what was left of his family, one fallen angel and the occasional appearance of a demon. If Crowley’s presence didn’t make his skin crawl anymore, he could certainly expect to settle in to Cas’ cigarette breath.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #02, Smell
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Sam figured he’d get used to it eventually. (Warnings for implied character death)
There was always something about Cas, the way he’d pop in when he was an angel, this distinct sound and crackling air, the smell of ozone and some other unidentifiable but familiar thing that Sam had never been able to put his finger on.
He didn’t really wonder what it was anymore. But it was grass. The scent of the freshly cut grass in the park of Castiel’s Heaven, where he used to sit and watch a brightly colored kite float through the air.
Cas couldn’t go back there now, he wasn’t an angel, he was a man, just like Sam. Flawed and perfect, like all of God’s creations.
It was just the two of them now. Not much left to hunt, but they did what they could and kept their mouths shut about the ones who weren’t there anymore.
Even more differences emerged as the months wore on. They started fucking, for one thing, which was fine. No ridiculous declarations of love or public displays of affection, just holding on to what they had. As with all other things human, Cas had learned quickly. Sam was floored to come back to their motel one day and see that Cas had turned an empty beer bottle into an ashtray and was flicking ashes from a filterless Camel into it.
He didn’t bother to question it. He’d never said even the first world to Cas about it. His business, Sam figured, whatever. He thought eventually he’d get used to the smell, not stale nicotine like he’d been accustomed to in motel rooms over the years, but actual cigarette smoke clinging to Cas’ clothes, his skin, his mouth.
It hadn’t happened yet, but it would. Surely, at some point, Sam would just accept it as part of what he had, what was left of his family, one fallen angel and the occasional appearance of a demon. If Crowley’s presence didn’t make his skin crawl anymore, he could certainly expect to settle in to Cas’ cigarette breath.