Warming Up
Title: Warming Up
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Castiel/Sam
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 403
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: none
Summary: Castiel feels the cold more than the Winchesters, and it's Sam to the rescue!
Warnings: Fluff.
Notes: This was requested by lizzstomania on Twitter "Sam/Cas, sweaters". And this is what happened!
Even though the abandoned house looked sturdy, the wind managed to find tiny cracks to slip into. Dean, Sam and Castiel did their best to keep the fireplace going.
The cold didn't seem to affect the Winchesters, but Castiel was shivering. He's now wishing he had listened to Dean and changed his wardrobe. The suit was comforting, but doing little to help him battle the high winds.
He held his hands over the flames to warm them. He couldn't feel the tip of his nose anymore.
Dean left to find some takeout for them. Sam stretched out beside Castiel on the musty couch cushions they found earlier.
"Are you alright, Cas?" Sam asked.
"I can't feel my fingers and toes," Castiel replied. He gave a worried look to the white puff of breath that went with his words. Sam smiled and left the cushions. Castiel hung his head and curled into himself. He stared at the dirty floor. Even Sam didn't want to be around him.
Sam sat back down on the cushion, holding one of his sweaters and a sleeping bag.
"This will suck for a moment. Take your coat off." Sam draped the sleeping bag around Castiel's shoulders.
It was hard to remove the coat and stay under the warmth. Castiel draped it over his legs. Sam smiled and handed him the hoodie. Castiel put it on.
It smelled like soap, the outdoors and Sam. The sleeves were as long as his arms. Sam wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders.
Castiel felt better. He was warmer in the borrowed sweater, but there was something else he couldn't name.
Sam shifted closer under the blanket.
"Better now?" He asked. He cupped Castiel's hands in his and rubbed them.
"Yes, thank you," Castiel said softly. Without realizing it, Castiel rested his head on Sam's shoulder. It was warmer there.
Sam stopped rubbing and threaded his fingers with Castiel's. He gave a reassuring squeeze.
They sat watching the fire, adding more wood when necessary for an hour. Sam was explaining the events of their last prank war.
"I'm a little disappointed I was not around to see that," he said as he snuggled closer to Sam.
"I'm sure Dean will get bored soon and a new one will start." Sam wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulders. He placed a soft kiss on the top of his head.
"Get some sleep," he whispered.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Castiel/Sam
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 403
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: none
Summary: Castiel feels the cold more than the Winchesters, and it's Sam to the rescue!
Warnings: Fluff.
Notes: This was requested by lizzstomania on Twitter "Sam/Cas, sweaters". And this is what happened!
Even though the abandoned house looked sturdy, the wind managed to find tiny cracks to slip into. Dean, Sam and Castiel did their best to keep the fireplace going.
The cold didn't seem to affect the Winchesters, but Castiel was shivering. He's now wishing he had listened to Dean and changed his wardrobe. The suit was comforting, but doing little to help him battle the high winds.
He held his hands over the flames to warm them. He couldn't feel the tip of his nose anymore.
Dean left to find some takeout for them. Sam stretched out beside Castiel on the musty couch cushions they found earlier.
"Are you alright, Cas?" Sam asked.
"I can't feel my fingers and toes," Castiel replied. He gave a worried look to the white puff of breath that went with his words. Sam smiled and left the cushions. Castiel hung his head and curled into himself. He stared at the dirty floor. Even Sam didn't want to be around him.
Sam sat back down on the cushion, holding one of his sweaters and a sleeping bag.
"This will suck for a moment. Take your coat off." Sam draped the sleeping bag around Castiel's shoulders.
It was hard to remove the coat and stay under the warmth. Castiel draped it over his legs. Sam smiled and handed him the hoodie. Castiel put it on.
It smelled like soap, the outdoors and Sam. The sleeves were as long as his arms. Sam wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders.
Castiel felt better. He was warmer in the borrowed sweater, but there was something else he couldn't name.
Sam shifted closer under the blanket.
"Better now?" He asked. He cupped Castiel's hands in his and rubbed them.
"Yes, thank you," Castiel said softly. Without realizing it, Castiel rested his head on Sam's shoulder. It was warmer there.
Sam stopped rubbing and threaded his fingers with Castiel's. He gave a reassuring squeeze.
They sat watching the fire, adding more wood when necessary for an hour. Sam was explaining the events of their last prank war.
"I'm a little disappointed I was not around to see that," he said as he snuggled closer to Sam.
"I'm sure Dean will get bored soon and a new one will start." Sam wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulders. He placed a soft kiss on the top of his head.
"Get some sleep," he whispered.
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