SPN - In which Sam misleads Castiel - PG - Sam/Cas
Title: In which Sam misleads Castiel
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/Castiel
Warning(s): Schmoop, established relationship
Spoiler(s): N/A
Prompt(s): schmoop_bingo , sunscreen (table)
Word Count: 574
Beta Reader: N/A
Rants: This took me almost three days to write because I kept wanting to turn it into porn. Which is all well and good, but I'd like to not write porn exclusively. My friends and family think little of me enough as is.
Summary: Castiel doesn't really need to use sunscreen, but Sam will take any excuse to touch him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Crossposted to: Myff.net, sn_slash , supernaturalfic and sam_castiel
“Is this really necessary?” Castiel asked, his brow furrowed as he stared forlornly at his hands clasped in his lap. He looked strangely small in his orange and yellow and green and pineapple covered swim shorts. Dean had bought them, grinning wickedly as he handed them over, and Castiel had just tilted his head and stared in confusion. They weren’t as ugly as they could have been but they were still pretty cringe worthy.
“You need sunblock,” Sam replied, tossing a blue bottle of Coppertone from hand to hand. Castiel looked up at him, miserable and Sam couldn’t help but smile at him. “We’re going to the beach, Cas. This is just one of those things that you do.”
“My vessel cannot become sunburned,” Castiel said, frowning slightly. He glared at his swim shorts before running his hands across his thighs to smooth them out, tugging the hems of the legs further down towards his knees. “This will be a waste of your sunscreen.”
“Maybe,” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. He had to force himself to not stare at Castiel’s hands as they ran up and down his thighs, fingers twitching. “Well,” he continued, licking his lips and smiling again. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”
“Oh,” Castiel replied, blinking up at Sam and smiling almost timidly. “Very well, then.” He relaxed visibly when Sam moved towards him, and tilted his head back to meet Sam’s gaze as the hunter stood between his legs. “What should I do?”
“Just sit and relax,” Sam said, dropping to his knees. “This will only take a minute. Give me your arm.” Sam smiled when Castiel hesitated before lifting up both arms, and Sam popped the cap on his bottle of Coppertone. “This will be a little cold.”
Castiel neither made a face nor flinched when Sam poured some of the white cream on his arm and gently started to rub it in. Being an angel definitely had its perks. Sam pointedly ignored Castiel’s gaze as he rubbed the sunscreen into the angel’s arms and legs and chest. He bit back a grin when Castiel’s breath hitched when his fingers ducked just under the hem of his swim shorts.
He kissed Castiel once, chastely, before rubbing some Coppertone on his face. “Almost done,” Sam said softly as moved from between Castiel’s legs to kneel behind him on the bed, spreading the sunscreen across the angel’s shoulders and back.
“I’m confused,” Castiel said slowly, later, when Sam moved away from him to put the Coppertone into his duffel bag. Sam made a noncommittal noise before looking over at him, eyebrow quirked. “Is this not to be a segue into intercourse?”
Sam laughed then, his face lighting up in amusement and Castiel smiled at him. “Maybe later,” he said, grinning. “I promised Dean we’d meet him at the beach in a few minutes. Besides, we would just sweat all the sunscreen off. Thought you didn’t want to waste any?”
“I see...” Castiel said, frowning slightly. “You are a very misleading individual, Samuel.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam said, moving to stand between the ‘v’ of Castiel’s legs. He cupped the angel’s face in his hands before leaning down to kiss him, Castiel making a pleased sound as he did so. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise,” Sam smiled, resting his forehead against Castiel’s.
“I will hold you to your word,” Castiel replied seriously, and Sam laughed.
Continued here.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/Castiel
Warning(s): Schmoop, established relationship
Spoiler(s): N/A
Prompt(s): schmoop_bingo , sunscreen (table)
Word Count: 574
Beta Reader: N/A
Rants: This took me almost three days to write because I kept wanting to turn it into porn. Which is all well and good, but I'd like to not write porn exclusively. My friends and family think little of me enough as is.
Summary: Castiel doesn't really need to use sunscreen, but Sam will take any excuse to touch him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Crossposted to: Myff.net, sn_slash , supernaturalfic and sam_castiel
“Is this really necessary?” Castiel asked, his brow furrowed as he stared forlornly at his hands clasped in his lap. He looked strangely small in his orange and yellow and green and pineapple covered swim shorts. Dean had bought them, grinning wickedly as he handed them over, and Castiel had just tilted his head and stared in confusion. They weren’t as ugly as they could have been but they were still pretty cringe worthy.
“You need sunblock,” Sam replied, tossing a blue bottle of Coppertone from hand to hand. Castiel looked up at him, miserable and Sam couldn’t help but smile at him. “We’re going to the beach, Cas. This is just one of those things that you do.”
“My vessel cannot become sunburned,” Castiel said, frowning slightly. He glared at his swim shorts before running his hands across his thighs to smooth them out, tugging the hems of the legs further down towards his knees. “This will be a waste of your sunscreen.”
“Maybe,” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. He had to force himself to not stare at Castiel’s hands as they ran up and down his thighs, fingers twitching. “Well,” he continued, licking his lips and smiling again. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”
“Oh,” Castiel replied, blinking up at Sam and smiling almost timidly. “Very well, then.” He relaxed visibly when Sam moved towards him, and tilted his head back to meet Sam’s gaze as the hunter stood between his legs. “What should I do?”
“Just sit and relax,” Sam said, dropping to his knees. “This will only take a minute. Give me your arm.” Sam smiled when Castiel hesitated before lifting up both arms, and Sam popped the cap on his bottle of Coppertone. “This will be a little cold.”
Castiel neither made a face nor flinched when Sam poured some of the white cream on his arm and gently started to rub it in. Being an angel definitely had its perks. Sam pointedly ignored Castiel’s gaze as he rubbed the sunscreen into the angel’s arms and legs and chest. He bit back a grin when Castiel’s breath hitched when his fingers ducked just under the hem of his swim shorts.
He kissed Castiel once, chastely, before rubbing some Coppertone on his face. “Almost done,” Sam said softly as moved from between Castiel’s legs to kneel behind him on the bed, spreading the sunscreen across the angel’s shoulders and back.
“I’m confused,” Castiel said slowly, later, when Sam moved away from him to put the Coppertone into his duffel bag. Sam made a noncommittal noise before looking over at him, eyebrow quirked. “Is this not to be a segue into intercourse?”
Sam laughed then, his face lighting up in amusement and Castiel smiled at him. “Maybe later,” he said, grinning. “I promised Dean we’d meet him at the beach in a few minutes. Besides, we would just sweat all the sunscreen off. Thought you didn’t want to waste any?”
“I see...” Castiel said, frowning slightly. “You are a very misleading individual, Samuel.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam said, moving to stand between the ‘v’ of Castiel’s legs. He cupped the angel’s face in his hands before leaning down to kiss him, Castiel making a pleased sound as he did so. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise,” Sam smiled, resting his forehead against Castiel’s.
“I will hold you to your word,” Castiel replied seriously, and Sam laughed.
Continued here.