Untitled Ficlet
Title: Untitled Ficlet
Author: xephwrites
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG 13
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 320
Warnings: Very vague Wincest. Seriously, get those opera binoculars out!
Spoilers: 5.13 Song Remains The Same
Summary: Mr. Comatose wakes up after coming back from the past, and realizes things may just be all right after all.
Author's note: The lovely lizzstomania made a fan mix just for me. In return, I offered to write her a fic of any prompt and pairing. She asked for the dirtiest, kinkiest Wincestiel threesome I could come up with. This is not that fic. However, in trying to come up with said request, this popped into my head, and I could not get it out of my head until it was written.
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He’s lying down. Castiel knows that he’s waking up from whatever sleep travelling back from 1979 had pushed him into. He could hear the Winchesters talking, strained.
He opened his mouth to talk to him, but only a cough came out. It was deep and shook his whole body. Something wet landed on his chin.
“……ovabitch. He’s coughing blood………..strangle him when he wakes up.” Castiel could only make out bits of what Dean was saying.
“Did what he could………saved Mom and Dad…………us.” Sam replied. There was something wiping at his mouth when another cough racked his body.
“…this doesn’t kill him, I will.”
And the blackness pulled him under again.
Coming to once again, the sensations around him are different. He is warmer than he was the last time. He tries to move, but he’s trapped where he is. Panic begins to build in the falling angel’s chest when he feels it. A warm breath puffs against the back of his neck, and there’s a matching one on his collar bone. Two large hands rest on his hips, the fingers tangled together.
He can open his eyes now. Moonlight is filtering through the curtains in the motel room. He can make out Dean’s sleep mussed hair at eye level. Sam presses closer to him from behind. Castiel is pretty sure that he doesn’t imagine Sam’s lips brushing against the back of his neck. The laced fingers on his hip squeezed lightly.
Dean lifted his head slowly and came nose to nose with Castiel. Dean didn’t have to say anything. Castiel could see the hurt and concern in his eyes. Sam lifted his head and let it rest on Castiel’s shoulder so he could see both of them.
Both Sam and Dean leaned in and gave Castiel a soft kiss. The angel’s heart filled, knowing that even though he lost his brethren in heaven, he had a family here on Earth.
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Comments welcomed and adored!!
Author: xephwrites
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG 13
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 320
Warnings: Very vague Wincest. Seriously, get those opera binoculars out!
Spoilers: 5.13 Song Remains The Same
Summary: Mr. Comatose wakes up after coming back from the past, and realizes things may just be all right after all.
Author's note: The lovely lizzstomania made a fan mix just for me. In return, I offered to write her a fic of any prompt and pairing. She asked for the dirtiest, kinkiest Wincestiel threesome I could come up with. This is not that fic. However, in trying to come up with said request, this popped into my head, and I could not get it out of my head until it was written.
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He’s lying down. Castiel knows that he’s waking up from whatever sleep travelling back from 1979 had pushed him into. He could hear the Winchesters talking, strained.
He opened his mouth to talk to him, but only a cough came out. It was deep and shook his whole body. Something wet landed on his chin.
“……ovabitch. He’s coughing blood………..strangle him when he wakes up.” Castiel could only make out bits of what Dean was saying.
“Did what he could………saved Mom and Dad…………us.” Sam replied. There was something wiping at his mouth when another cough racked his body.
“…this doesn’t kill him, I will.”
And the blackness pulled him under again.
Coming to once again, the sensations around him are different. He is warmer than he was the last time. He tries to move, but he’s trapped where he is. Panic begins to build in the falling angel’s chest when he feels it. A warm breath puffs against the back of his neck, and there’s a matching one on his collar bone. Two large hands rest on his hips, the fingers tangled together.
He can open his eyes now. Moonlight is filtering through the curtains in the motel room. He can make out Dean’s sleep mussed hair at eye level. Sam presses closer to him from behind. Castiel is pretty sure that he doesn’t imagine Sam’s lips brushing against the back of his neck. The laced fingers on his hip squeezed lightly.
Dean lifted his head slowly and came nose to nose with Castiel. Dean didn’t have to say anything. Castiel could see the hurt and concern in his eyes. Sam lifted his head and let it rest on Castiel’s shoulder so he could see both of them.
Both Sam and Dean leaned in and gave Castiel a soft kiss. The angel’s heart filled, knowing that even though he lost his brethren in heaven, he had a family here on Earth.
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Comments welcomed and adored!!