FANART: rainy day sketch (Castiel/girl!Sam, G)
Title: rainy day sketch
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Castiel/girl!Sam
Rating/Warning: G
A/N: I was feeling down so I drew this to make myself feel better, because I love Sassy, and I love girl!Sam, and I like them together.
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own ( Read more... )
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Castiel/girl!Sam
Rating/Warning: G
A/N: I was feeling down so I drew this to make myself feel better, because I love Sassy, and I love girl!Sam, and I like them together.
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own ( Read more... )
"You should use this," Castiel says, handing her an umbrella, the rain seeming to glide off him like water off a duck. She snorts at the thought before taking the umbrella and smiling at him, feeling awkward when he doesn't smile back. She wonders if she'll ever get used to having an angel around, especially when the past few months have had Castiel behaving more like the angels she used to pray to than he ever did before her time in the pit.
They've all changed so much; Castiel through war, her through the pit, Dean through a year of an almost normal life.
She opens up the umbrella, realises she's standing, soaked, in the middle of an empty road at an angel's side, and everything seems to freeze up for a moment. It's just too surreal, too unreal, and Castiel straightens her umbrella for her when she lets it tilt without thinking.
"Sam, stop it," Castiel says, reaching with his free hand for hers. "It's dangerous."
She nods, breathless, but there's this block inside her and it itches, this missing chunk of her life that feels bigger than the rest of it combined.
"Stop," Castiel says, squeezing her hand, and she looks up at him, pain etched in his face that isn't from the war. It's not quite sympathy either - he almost feels the same things human do, but there's an edge to it his angelic nature provides that she'll never know.
He's been protective of her and wary at the same time since she woke in Bobby's panic room, and it's infuriating - it's like he thinks of her as something wild, something predator and prey. Dean doesn't talk much about how she was without a soul, and neither does Castiel, but their silence doesn't hide the fact she knows something about her was wrong.
She squeezes his hand back and lets it go, hesitant, not really wanting to walk alone if he decides to disappear, but he stares only a moment longer before starting to walk on ahead, determined in his stride as usual, but stiff around the shoulders in a way she normally only sees when he's had an argument with Dean.
She walks with him only a moment longer before giving up and asking. "What did I do?"
Castiel looks back, flushed, and she knows the answer before he can decide between lying or telling the truth.
It hurts. Even though she doesn't feel dirty, couldn't feel dirty at the thought, it hurts that she wanted it for so long and she took it when she couldn't care. "How far - what did we do?"
"You insinuated," Castiel says. "You didn't act."
She feels about five inches taller with the panic lifted off her shoulders, and the weightlessness makes her bold. "Did you mind?"
"With that version of you, yes."
The blood drains from her hands and she catches up to him, wants to ask him to repeat himself, to grab his arm before he can think of escaping. "And me?"
"Sam, Dean would -"
"Oh, screw Dean," she snaps, almost ashamed of herself the instant the words leave her mouth before she does grab Castiel by the arm - and by the coat, dropping the umbrella and pulling him towards her. Castiel is old, old enough to be an anchor in a world she only half-recognises, and even if he's so outright stunned by the kiss that it ends up a mess of misplaced lips and noses to start off with, she's not wanted anything more since she first saw Jessica at the LGBT club after wondering for months whether the risk of asking was worth it.
"Yes," Castiel says, and she half-laughs, half-cries, and kisses him again before she can make up her mind as to what she'd rather do, slowing down to catch his lower lip between her teeth before licking into his mouth.
He tries to say something in response but it's lost; given the other noises he makes and the hand he wraps around her waist, she guesses it was going to be something positive anyway.
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"Dean thinks you're getting breakfast, doesn't he?" Castiel asks after a moment, running a hand through the tangled mess of her soaked hair but never seeming to snag - angelic fingers had their bonuses it seemed, and she coughed and blushed at the thoughts that idea lead to.
"Yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. "It's my turn."
Castiel nods, and disappears; she hardly has time to catch a breath before he reappears with two white paper bags and picks up the umbrella to keep them dry. "How long would a walk normally take?"
She doesn't answer him in words. She just dives straight into using up the saved minutes more wisely.
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Thank you <3!
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