FILL: Someone to Watch Over Me 6a/? Sam/Cas (eventual NC-17)queerly_it_isMay 22 2012, 13:55:33 UTC
Part 6a
One night as Dean sleeps; Castiel extends his Grace outward, willing himself across meaningless space toward the slightly off-tune hum of Samuel’s soul. He finds him sleeping, much like his brother; except he’s slumped over a wooden desk; head resting on a pile of open books, pages sticking to his skin. Castiel’s presence fills the small room like liquid pouring into a container; as he compresses himself into this comparatively miniscule space. He can feel the insubstantial dreams playing out in Samuels mind, sees the lines of muscular tension and straining ligaments due to his uncomfortable slump in the chair.
In a bizarre and disorienting moment, he finds himself reaching out; impulse to brush hair from the boy’s forehead or move him from the chair to the bed that sits mere feet away. He could do it, he knows; tiny fleck of outward power to shift him across the space between the furniture, Samuel never waking or even noticing the movement
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FILL: Someone to Watch Over Me 6b/? Sam/Cas (eventual NC-17)queerly_it_isMay 22 2012, 13:57:08 UTC
Part 6b
It has become something of a habit; despite the lack of any physical or behavioural mechanisms that should allow him to develop one. When Dean is resting or otherwise in no immediate danger; Castiel permits himself moments to ensure Samuel is safe, uninjured, and relatively content.
He never reveals himself; that would be treading over the line to an unforgivable degree; but small actions that aid Samuel without his being aware of them mostly go unnoticed.
Rationalisations; Castiel should remember; are the underpinnings of dangerous patterns of behaviour.
After the fourth time his presence strays over the tiny speck of distance that separates Dean and Samuel, his superiors request that he return, to explain himself.
In a flash of transmaterial movement and warped temporality, he is in Heaven; standing before - and yet distinctly below - the towering form of Zachariah as he radiates disapproval and hints of Wrath that Castiel finds moderately disturbing coming from the iridescent blaze of an angel
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One night as Dean sleeps; Castiel extends his Grace outward, willing himself across meaningless space toward the slightly off-tune hum of Samuel’s soul. He finds him sleeping, much like his brother; except he’s slumped over a wooden desk; head resting on a pile of open books, pages sticking to his skin. Castiel’s presence fills the small room like liquid pouring into a container; as he compresses himself into this comparatively miniscule space. He can feel the insubstantial dreams playing out in Samuels mind, sees the lines of muscular tension and straining ligaments due to his uncomfortable slump in the chair.
In a bizarre and disorienting moment, he finds himself reaching out; impulse to brush hair from the boy’s forehead or move him from the chair to the bed that sits mere feet away. He could do it, he knows; tiny fleck of outward power to shift him across the space between the furniture, Samuel never waking or even noticing the movement ( ... )
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It has become something of a habit; despite the lack of any physical or behavioural mechanisms that should allow him to develop one. When Dean is resting or otherwise in no immediate danger; Castiel permits himself moments to ensure Samuel is safe, uninjured, and relatively content.
He never reveals himself; that would be treading over the line to an unforgivable degree; but small actions that aid Samuel without his being aware of them mostly go unnoticed.
Rationalisations; Castiel should remember; are the underpinnings of dangerous patterns of behaviour.
After the fourth time his presence strays over the tiny speck of distance that separates Dean and Samuel, his superiors request that he return, to explain himself.
In a flash of transmaterial movement and warped temporality, he is in Heaven; standing before - and yet distinctly below - the towering form of Zachariah as he radiates disapproval and hints of Wrath that Castiel finds moderately disturbing coming from the iridescent blaze of an angel ( ... )
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