FIC: Human Emotion 2/5
Title: Human Emotion
Author: Miss 'Drea
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word count: 14,400~
Artist who did your art: freetodream5
Warnings/Kinks: Threesome, body fetish (ears), body fetish (back), wing kink (sort of), massages, coming without being touched, incest (of the Win variety), biting
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Thanks to my amazing beta mistyzeo who ventured out of her comfort zone for me. I love you and you're amazing. Also thanks to rayn_firehawk for the outrage on Castiel's behalf, Boyfriend, for reading my gay porn because that's just made of win, blackcathollow for being the first person to want to read this monstrosity and thebunnybag for pointing out my smut inconsistencies.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |
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Part Two
Castiel stared down at the soaking wet spot on his jeans with something akin to dismay. It was cooling, sticky, and a beautiful, amazing reminder of the moment he’d just experienced. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jimmy Novak was humming in complete pleasure. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the things his vessel previously needed. The never ceasing hunger, the erections, hunger pains, migraines, the urge to drink, the need for human contact.
While Jimmy had clearly been touched in an intimate way before, he was unable to access the vessels memories to re-feel them. Hesitantly, Castiel rested his warm, dry hand on the small bulge his flaccid penis left in the too tight jeans. Over-sensitive aftershocks tore through him and his knees buckled.
Now he understood why his brothers had fallen in Israel; the sensations were fantastic. And terrifying. The memory of Sam’s hands on the Marks of the Angel was... titillating.
And he really needed out of the wet jeans. He shucked them and decided to have another shower. The stickiness was pervading down his legs. He adjusted the temperature to something a little warmer than when he’d cleaned off before and rinsed off quickly. Humans truly did have the most fascinating inventions.
He dried off just as soon as he got out, shrugging on the t-shirt. It was just long enough to cover everything it needed to - minus the disgusting jeans. Castiel debated on whether or not to simply vanish the mess away when there was a knock on the door.
“Hey Cas, I’ve got some clean jeans that will fit you.”
Sam.
“Uh. Come in?” He knew he was blushing.
Sam slipped in and handed him a pair of jeans. “Here.”
He still looked kissable.
So Castiel pulled him forward by his shirt and kissed him gently. “Thank you, Sam Winchester.”
“For what?” He was smiling, a confused little smile with a small frown wrinkling his forehead.
“The jeans.”
The smile crinkled up into a genuine grin. “You’re welcome.” He backed out of the bathroom and turned to face Dean.
Who was giving him a strange look. “Dude,” he said. “What the hell was that?”
Sam blinked. “What the hell was what?”
Dean gestured. “That. Between you and Cas.”
“Nothing,” Sam said, snorting, rubbing the back of his neck. “We bonded.”
“Bonded,” Dean repeated. “Dude. You are so gay.”
Ignoring the homoerotic kissing and groping that had been going barely an hour before, Sam had always been a little gay. He shrugged knowing how much Dean hated the reaction. He wouldn’t take much else seriously though. “He was upset.”
Dean gave him a flat look and Sam hid a grin, it looked exactly like Castiel’s. “Upset?” he repeated. “You two don’t even like each other.”
Sam shrugged again. “I thought so too.” He pressed his lips together, still tasting Castiel’s kiss. He wet them hesitantly, wondering if Dean could see it. “He apologized, actually. For last year.”
If he was surprised, Dean didn’t show it. “Wondering when he’d get around to that,” he commented. “He mentioned it to me a few weeks ago.”
His teeth clinked together on a reply. “Oh,” Sam finally managed to say. “So you knew.”
“That he was upset at the thought of you hating him? Yeah.” Sam stared and Dean’s expression got a little hunted. “What?”
“Cas talked to you... about feelings?” Sam said skeptically. “I find that a little hard to believe.”
His brother shrugged. “Who else was he going to talk to?”
Cas took that moment to open the bathroom door, and Sam shelved whatever he was going to say. The Angel scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you, Dean. Sam. I truly appreciate everything you have done for me today.”
His eyes locked on Sam’s and though his face never changed, Sam could see the smile in the Angel’s eyes.
Oh. Yeah.
That too.
Sam returned the smile and felt inexorably pleased when the Angel blushed and looked away.
*
Cas pulled Sam around the corner when he stepped out of the library. The Angel swallowed Sam’s surprised cry with his lips. He pressed Sam’s much larger body into the brick wall as he kissed him.
“It has come to my attention,” Castiel murmured, pressing small kisses at the corner of Sam’s mouth, “that after all you did for me yesterday, I never reciprocated.”
Sam gasped against his lips, and when Castiel lined up their hips and pressed. “Cas ”
“I asked Dean what the proper course of action would be in a situation like this. He was appalled I’d left you hanging.” He peppered his statement with soft kisses, barely pulling away long enough to breathe.
Sam disengaged. “Uh. You told Dean?”
“No, not by name.” He leaned in for another kiss.
He submitted for a minute before he pulled away again. “Cas. Why are you doing this?”
“I should think that would be obvious.” Castiel said. “Dean may be my charge but you are my friend. I enjoyed what happened between us and I wish to continue what we started. Though I do admit my knowledge on his subject is limited.” Their hips were still locked together and Castiel leaned in a little more. “But Dean told me to follow this body’s instincts.”
Sam stared at him for a second before he tilted up Cas’ jaw and kissed him, slanting their mouths together. Castiel moaned in relief and Sam laughed softly against his skin. “Just don’t tell Dean,” he murmured. “Unless you want to explain it to him.”
“No,” the Angel said between kisses, “not particularly.”
Sam could feel the Angel’s erection hot against his thigh, so he spread Castiel’s legs with one of his own and pressed up. Cas bucked and moaned, grinding down. “This was supposed to be about you,” he panted.
Sam flashed him a grin. “It is. I like seeing that,” he pressed up again and Cas’ eyes rolled back, “on your face.”
Castiel blushed a brilliant red and kissed Sam again, tangling their tongues.
He rubbed his hips against Sam’s, and the Winchester boy reciprocated and set the rhythm. “Sam,” Cas gasped. “I did not enjoy the wet sensation in these pants before, I will not enjoy it now.”
“So poof us back to the room,” Sam growled, “because it's not...” He was cut off as the world reformed around them and Castiel stumbled them to the bed. The Angel settled himself over Sam’s lap. Sam smiled and caught his breath at the shy response he got back. “Here,” he said softly. “Let me.” He rolled them over and dropped his hands to Castiel’s jeans.
Castiel lifted his hips and helped slide them down his legs. Once they were discarded, Castiel immediately went for Sam’s own pants. They settled together; all heat and smooth skin and both gasped. “This is much better,” Castiel breathed. “Much more preferable.”
Anything else was lost in the push and grind of the hard flesh between them. Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to the column of Castiel’s throat, biting down sharply when the Angel’s fingers slipped from his waist to dig into his ass. Cas arched at the bite and Sam set about nipping and sucking, relishing the squirming. He left a particularly vicious red mark just under the curve of Castiel’s jaw.
Pressure grew, and with a muffled shout of his name, Castiel came apart under Sam. The sudden slickness soaked him and Sam followed soon after. When it was over, Sam slid off to one side and leaned up on his elbow to look at Cas. The Angel rolled over to look back. He twitched his hand and the mess between them vanished completely. “Handy,” Sam murmured. He raised one hand and let it rest on Castiel’s chest. “Can I ask you something?”
The gentle smile slipped off Castiel’s face. “Uh. Isn’t that generally a bad thing after sex?”
Sam grinned and Castiel relaxed. “I just wanted you ask... did you really think I hated you?”
The relaxation disappeared and Sam slipped his hand over the rest of his chest and pulled Castiel close in a half-hug. “Guess that’s my answer,” Sam said. “Even though it's not true. I never hated you.” Castiel blinked and Sam was once again struck by how many expressions Cas had learned over the last few weeks. “I was jealous of you for a long time.”
“You- you were?” Hesitantly Castiel slid his hand along Sam’s arm to rest it on his hip.
“Yeah,” Sam said. “I hated that you were spending all that time with Dean, while I was the Winchester pariah.” Castiel’s fingers tightened briefly. “I guess it really hasn’t changed much,” Sam said softly. “But, I’m dealing.”
Castiel blinked and opened his mouth but all that came to mind was his name. “Sam...”
Sam smiled briefly. “No less that I deserve, right?” The smile turned pained and Sam slid out from under Castiel’s hand and was halfway to the bathroom before Cas realized he should go after him. The bathroom door closed before he could untangle himself from the covers. It was paining him to use the Power he’d been barred from since choosing sides.
The disappearing act wrenched his body but he did manage to appear between Sam and the shower. Sam stared and Castiel realized he stood before Sam in nothing more than one of Sam’s t-shirts. Sam opened his mouth but Castiel had been watching humans make fools of themselves for a millennia. Castiel took one shaky step forward and pulled Sam into a kiss.
He framed Sam’s face with his hands and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He swiped his tongue across Sam’s lower lip and Sam opened his mouth on a gasp. They stood there for a long time simply kissing. Though Jimmy Novak’s body began to react, Cas ignored it and continued to try and kiss Sam’s insecurities away. When his legs were starting to shake and he was beginning to get light headed, he finally pulled away.
They were both panting.
“Now you listen here Samuel Winchester,” Castiel growled, “I will not hear of what you deserve, not from your lips. I have watched human make mistakes for eons and trust me,” he kissed the corner of Sam’s mouth, “you have already been forgiven.”
Sam’s lips turned up in a small, sad smile. “Maybe by you. Maybe by the God we can’t find. But not by Dean.” He gave Castiel one last kiss. “Dean will be back soon, we should get dressed.”
The Angel nodded and opened the door only to be brought up short by the sight of Dean, his arm raised to knock on the bathroom door. The air shimmered and both Castiel’s and Sam’s jeans appeared on them.
Dean had to catch him when his knees buckled. “Okay,” Dean said carefully. “Someone is going to have to explain something.” He gave Sam a tight lipped glare. “Now.”
*
“I am having sex with your brother,” Castiel said clearly, ignoring the exasperated huff from Sam. “Though,” he clarified, “as we have not had actual intercourse, I am unsure what to call it.”
“You,” Dean said, turning to Sam, changed his mind, turned to Cas. “You ” Changed his mind again. “I’m confused. Cas... aren’t you an Angel?”
“I was once,” Cas murmured, and Sam curbed the impulse to pull him close. “Regardless of what I am, I do have a human vessel, Dean. It functions the same way your body does.”
Sam snorted and Castiel set him a sharp if not fond look. Dean lurched to his feet. “That ” Both his Angel and his brother exchanged a look before turning their eyes back to him. “Oh no. You two don’t do the look thing. When the Hell did this happen?”
Sam looked down and Castiel drew on the very last of his Angel reserves to school his features and draw himself up. “About the time you refused to forgive Sam for making a mistake.” Dean’s jaw set but Castiel plowed on. “And when you began ignoring me when my powers waned.” Dean shook his head, looking panicked. “Do not,” Castiel barked, the room darkening around him. “I am having sex with Sam. Deal with it ”
He turned on his heel and promptly collapsed into Sam’s arms. “No more Angel powers, Cas,” Sam murmured. “Not if it hurts you.”
Cas leaned against the solid bulk of Sam and let exhaustion take him. “I’ll be fine, Angels don’t need sleep.”
But Sam hushed him and settled him on the bed. “Try anyway.” He laid a gentle kiss at the corner of Castiel’s mouth and pulled the blanket up. “Dean and I will let you rest.”
When Sam turned back around he had his serious face on. He grabbed Dean by the wrist and pulled him outside. “Okay,” he said firmly as the door closed. “I am so unbelievably sick of your constant punishment. We agreed to hunt together again, you asked for me to come back. But you know what? I’m still being shut out, and maybe I deserve it - after all, I started the fucking apocalypse But stop punishing Cas.”
Dean manfully ignored most of the rant and latched on to, “You chose a demon over me, Sam ” He said, his voice low. “Now I’ve been trying but you aren’t making it easy.”
Sam’s face fell completely, shutting down. “Yeah, Dean,” he said quietly. “I chose a demon. Nothing will excuse that. But Dean... you chose an Angel over me first.” His throat closed around any other words, unable speak around the emotion choking him. He was starting to feel as though he would never make amends with his brother. He avoided Dean’s gaze, fearing he’d see the tears in his own eyes. Dean had always made tears sound like a weakness, and Dean figured he was weak enough already.
Castiel was sleeping when he re-entered the room, and Sam spared a moment to gaze at him. He pulled off his shirt and climbed into the queen behind Cas. He pressed his forehead to the Angel’s clothed shoulder. “Sam?” Cas said in a sleep rough voice. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, keeping his face pressed tight against Castiel’s arm. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
There was a pause. “You’re upset.” Sam didn’t answer, the grief welling in him was nearly as bad as when he’d been forced to kill Madison. Castiel rolled over and pulled Sam close. There had been very little of humanity that Castiel understood but comfort was definitely one of them. He rested his chin on the cap of Sam’s hair and closed his eyes, offering what little comfort he could to Sam. He could feel the control slipping wildly out their grasp. Without Dean there, Sam would give in - without Sam, Dean would give in.
He didn’t defect for this. Not for the shivers running through Sam.
Something had to give.
Wrath is a human construction.
*
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |
Author: Miss 'Drea
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Castiel/Dean
Rating: NC17
Word count: 14,400~
Artist who did your art: freetodream5
Warnings/Kinks: Threesome, body fetish (ears), body fetish (back), wing kink (sort of), massages, coming without being touched, incest (of the Win variety), biting
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Thanks to my amazing beta mistyzeo who ventured out of her comfort zone for me. I love you and you're amazing. Also thanks to rayn_firehawk for the outrage on Castiel's behalf, Boyfriend, for reading my gay porn because that's just made of win, blackcathollow for being the first person to want to read this monstrosity and thebunnybag for pointing out my smut inconsistencies.
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |
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Part Two
Castiel stared down at the soaking wet spot on his jeans with something akin to dismay. It was cooling, sticky, and a beautiful, amazing reminder of the moment he’d just experienced. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jimmy Novak was humming in complete pleasure. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the things his vessel previously needed. The never ceasing hunger, the erections, hunger pains, migraines, the urge to drink, the need for human contact.
While Jimmy had clearly been touched in an intimate way before, he was unable to access the vessels memories to re-feel them. Hesitantly, Castiel rested his warm, dry hand on the small bulge his flaccid penis left in the too tight jeans. Over-sensitive aftershocks tore through him and his knees buckled.
Now he understood why his brothers had fallen in Israel; the sensations were fantastic. And terrifying. The memory of Sam’s hands on the Marks of the Angel was... titillating.
And he really needed out of the wet jeans. He shucked them and decided to have another shower. The stickiness was pervading down his legs. He adjusted the temperature to something a little warmer than when he’d cleaned off before and rinsed off quickly. Humans truly did have the most fascinating inventions.
He dried off just as soon as he got out, shrugging on the t-shirt. It was just long enough to cover everything it needed to - minus the disgusting jeans. Castiel debated on whether or not to simply vanish the mess away when there was a knock on the door.
“Hey Cas, I’ve got some clean jeans that will fit you.”
Sam.
“Uh. Come in?” He knew he was blushing.
Sam slipped in and handed him a pair of jeans. “Here.”
He still looked kissable.
So Castiel pulled him forward by his shirt and kissed him gently. “Thank you, Sam Winchester.”
“For what?” He was smiling, a confused little smile with a small frown wrinkling his forehead.
“The jeans.”
The smile crinkled up into a genuine grin. “You’re welcome.” He backed out of the bathroom and turned to face Dean.
Who was giving him a strange look. “Dude,” he said. “What the hell was that?”
Sam blinked. “What the hell was what?”
Dean gestured. “That. Between you and Cas.”
“Nothing,” Sam said, snorting, rubbing the back of his neck. “We bonded.”
“Bonded,” Dean repeated. “Dude. You are so gay.”
Ignoring the homoerotic kissing and groping that had been going barely an hour before, Sam had always been a little gay. He shrugged knowing how much Dean hated the reaction. He wouldn’t take much else seriously though. “He was upset.”
Dean gave him a flat look and Sam hid a grin, it looked exactly like Castiel’s. “Upset?” he repeated. “You two don’t even like each other.”
Sam shrugged again. “I thought so too.” He pressed his lips together, still tasting Castiel’s kiss. He wet them hesitantly, wondering if Dean could see it. “He apologized, actually. For last year.”
If he was surprised, Dean didn’t show it. “Wondering when he’d get around to that,” he commented. “He mentioned it to me a few weeks ago.”
His teeth clinked together on a reply. “Oh,” Sam finally managed to say. “So you knew.”
“That he was upset at the thought of you hating him? Yeah.” Sam stared and Dean’s expression got a little hunted. “What?”
“Cas talked to you... about feelings?” Sam said skeptically. “I find that a little hard to believe.”
His brother shrugged. “Who else was he going to talk to?”
Cas took that moment to open the bathroom door, and Sam shelved whatever he was going to say. The Angel scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you, Dean. Sam. I truly appreciate everything you have done for me today.”
His eyes locked on Sam’s and though his face never changed, Sam could see the smile in the Angel’s eyes.
Oh. Yeah.
That too.
Sam returned the smile and felt inexorably pleased when the Angel blushed and looked away.
*
Cas pulled Sam around the corner when he stepped out of the library. The Angel swallowed Sam’s surprised cry with his lips. He pressed Sam’s much larger body into the brick wall as he kissed him.
“It has come to my attention,” Castiel murmured, pressing small kisses at the corner of Sam’s mouth, “that after all you did for me yesterday, I never reciprocated.”
Sam gasped against his lips, and when Castiel lined up their hips and pressed. “Cas ”
“I asked Dean what the proper course of action would be in a situation like this. He was appalled I’d left you hanging.” He peppered his statement with soft kisses, barely pulling away long enough to breathe.
Sam disengaged. “Uh. You told Dean?”
“No, not by name.” He leaned in for another kiss.
He submitted for a minute before he pulled away again. “Cas. Why are you doing this?”
“I should think that would be obvious.” Castiel said. “Dean may be my charge but you are my friend. I enjoyed what happened between us and I wish to continue what we started. Though I do admit my knowledge on his subject is limited.” Their hips were still locked together and Castiel leaned in a little more. “But Dean told me to follow this body’s instincts.”
Sam stared at him for a second before he tilted up Cas’ jaw and kissed him, slanting their mouths together. Castiel moaned in relief and Sam laughed softly against his skin. “Just don’t tell Dean,” he murmured. “Unless you want to explain it to him.”
“No,” the Angel said between kisses, “not particularly.”
Sam could feel the Angel’s erection hot against his thigh, so he spread Castiel’s legs with one of his own and pressed up. Cas bucked and moaned, grinding down. “This was supposed to be about you,” he panted.
Sam flashed him a grin. “It is. I like seeing that,” he pressed up again and Cas’ eyes rolled back, “on your face.”
Castiel blushed a brilliant red and kissed Sam again, tangling their tongues.
He rubbed his hips against Sam’s, and the Winchester boy reciprocated and set the rhythm. “Sam,” Cas gasped. “I did not enjoy the wet sensation in these pants before, I will not enjoy it now.”
“So poof us back to the room,” Sam growled, “because it's not...” He was cut off as the world reformed around them and Castiel stumbled them to the bed. The Angel settled himself over Sam’s lap. Sam smiled and caught his breath at the shy response he got back. “Here,” he said softly. “Let me.” He rolled them over and dropped his hands to Castiel’s jeans.
Castiel lifted his hips and helped slide them down his legs. Once they were discarded, Castiel immediately went for Sam’s own pants. They settled together; all heat and smooth skin and both gasped. “This is much better,” Castiel breathed. “Much more preferable.”
Anything else was lost in the push and grind of the hard flesh between them. Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to the column of Castiel’s throat, biting down sharply when the Angel’s fingers slipped from his waist to dig into his ass. Cas arched at the bite and Sam set about nipping and sucking, relishing the squirming. He left a particularly vicious red mark just under the curve of Castiel’s jaw.
Pressure grew, and with a muffled shout of his name, Castiel came apart under Sam. The sudden slickness soaked him and Sam followed soon after. When it was over, Sam slid off to one side and leaned up on his elbow to look at Cas. The Angel rolled over to look back. He twitched his hand and the mess between them vanished completely. “Handy,” Sam murmured. He raised one hand and let it rest on Castiel’s chest. “Can I ask you something?”
The gentle smile slipped off Castiel’s face. “Uh. Isn’t that generally a bad thing after sex?”
Sam grinned and Castiel relaxed. “I just wanted you ask... did you really think I hated you?”
The relaxation disappeared and Sam slipped his hand over the rest of his chest and pulled Castiel close in a half-hug. “Guess that’s my answer,” Sam said. “Even though it's not true. I never hated you.” Castiel blinked and Sam was once again struck by how many expressions Cas had learned over the last few weeks. “I was jealous of you for a long time.”
“You- you were?” Hesitantly Castiel slid his hand along Sam’s arm to rest it on his hip.
“Yeah,” Sam said. “I hated that you were spending all that time with Dean, while I was the Winchester pariah.” Castiel’s fingers tightened briefly. “I guess it really hasn’t changed much,” Sam said softly. “But, I’m dealing.”
Castiel blinked and opened his mouth but all that came to mind was his name. “Sam...”
Sam smiled briefly. “No less that I deserve, right?” The smile turned pained and Sam slid out from under Castiel’s hand and was halfway to the bathroom before Cas realized he should go after him. The bathroom door closed before he could untangle himself from the covers. It was paining him to use the Power he’d been barred from since choosing sides.
The disappearing act wrenched his body but he did manage to appear between Sam and the shower. Sam stared and Castiel realized he stood before Sam in nothing more than one of Sam’s t-shirts. Sam opened his mouth but Castiel had been watching humans make fools of themselves for a millennia. Castiel took one shaky step forward and pulled Sam into a kiss.
He framed Sam’s face with his hands and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He swiped his tongue across Sam’s lower lip and Sam opened his mouth on a gasp. They stood there for a long time simply kissing. Though Jimmy Novak’s body began to react, Cas ignored it and continued to try and kiss Sam’s insecurities away. When his legs were starting to shake and he was beginning to get light headed, he finally pulled away.
They were both panting.
“Now you listen here Samuel Winchester,” Castiel growled, “I will not hear of what you deserve, not from your lips. I have watched human make mistakes for eons and trust me,” he kissed the corner of Sam’s mouth, “you have already been forgiven.”
Sam’s lips turned up in a small, sad smile. “Maybe by you. Maybe by the God we can’t find. But not by Dean.” He gave Castiel one last kiss. “Dean will be back soon, we should get dressed.”
The Angel nodded and opened the door only to be brought up short by the sight of Dean, his arm raised to knock on the bathroom door. The air shimmered and both Castiel’s and Sam’s jeans appeared on them.
Dean had to catch him when his knees buckled. “Okay,” Dean said carefully. “Someone is going to have to explain something.” He gave Sam a tight lipped glare. “Now.”
*
“I am having sex with your brother,” Castiel said clearly, ignoring the exasperated huff from Sam. “Though,” he clarified, “as we have not had actual intercourse, I am unsure what to call it.”
“You,” Dean said, turning to Sam, changed his mind, turned to Cas. “You ” Changed his mind again. “I’m confused. Cas... aren’t you an Angel?”
“I was once,” Cas murmured, and Sam curbed the impulse to pull him close. “Regardless of what I am, I do have a human vessel, Dean. It functions the same way your body does.”
Sam snorted and Castiel set him a sharp if not fond look. Dean lurched to his feet. “That ” Both his Angel and his brother exchanged a look before turning their eyes back to him. “Oh no. You two don’t do the look thing. When the Hell did this happen?”
Sam looked down and Castiel drew on the very last of his Angel reserves to school his features and draw himself up. “About the time you refused to forgive Sam for making a mistake.” Dean’s jaw set but Castiel plowed on. “And when you began ignoring me when my powers waned.” Dean shook his head, looking panicked. “Do not,” Castiel barked, the room darkening around him. “I am having sex with Sam. Deal with it ”
He turned on his heel and promptly collapsed into Sam’s arms. “No more Angel powers, Cas,” Sam murmured. “Not if it hurts you.”
Cas leaned against the solid bulk of Sam and let exhaustion take him. “I’ll be fine, Angels don’t need sleep.”
But Sam hushed him and settled him on the bed. “Try anyway.” He laid a gentle kiss at the corner of Castiel’s mouth and pulled the blanket up. “Dean and I will let you rest.”
When Sam turned back around he had his serious face on. He grabbed Dean by the wrist and pulled him outside. “Okay,” he said firmly as the door closed. “I am so unbelievably sick of your constant punishment. We agreed to hunt together again, you asked for me to come back. But you know what? I’m still being shut out, and maybe I deserve it - after all, I started the fucking apocalypse But stop punishing Cas.”
Dean manfully ignored most of the rant and latched on to, “You chose a demon over me, Sam ” He said, his voice low. “Now I’ve been trying but you aren’t making it easy.”
Sam’s face fell completely, shutting down. “Yeah, Dean,” he said quietly. “I chose a demon. Nothing will excuse that. But Dean... you chose an Angel over me first.” His throat closed around any other words, unable speak around the emotion choking him. He was starting to feel as though he would never make amends with his brother. He avoided Dean’s gaze, fearing he’d see the tears in his own eyes. Dean had always made tears sound like a weakness, and Dean figured he was weak enough already.
Castiel was sleeping when he re-entered the room, and Sam spared a moment to gaze at him. He pulled off his shirt and climbed into the queen behind Cas. He pressed his forehead to the Angel’s clothed shoulder. “Sam?” Cas said in a sleep rough voice. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, keeping his face pressed tight against Castiel’s arm. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
There was a pause. “You’re upset.” Sam didn’t answer, the grief welling in him was nearly as bad as when he’d been forced to kill Madison. Castiel rolled over and pulled Sam close. There had been very little of humanity that Castiel understood but comfort was definitely one of them. He rested his chin on the cap of Sam’s hair and closed his eyes, offering what little comfort he could to Sam. He could feel the control slipping wildly out their grasp. Without Dean there, Sam would give in - without Sam, Dean would give in.
He didn’t defect for this. Not for the shivers running through Sam.
Something had to give.
Wrath is a human construction.
*
| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue |