In Like With You
Title: In Like With You
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Sam/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 1089
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 has a confession to make to Sam
Warnings: kissing, frottage, schmoop
Notes: written for endorphinehaze, who requested simply Sam/Cas. That was it. Just Sam/Cas. And this is what I came up with.
On another note, I am sick. >.< thankfully it's not that bad, but the room won't stop spinning and I feel stupidly weak.
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The bar is crowded and loud. Sam is shaking his head as he watches Dean attempting to pick up every girl in the place. Castiel took the chair beside Sam.
“It does not appear that your brother will be successful in his conquests this evening,” Castiel said, drinking right from the pitcher of beer he carried back from the bar. Sam laughed at him.
“Classy, dude,” Sam said as he took a sip from his own glass. Castiel stared at Sam intensely. “Okay, now you’re making me a bit nervous.”
“Are you intoxicated?” Castiel asked as he pushed his pitcher of beer away. Sam shook his head. “Neither am I. Now is a good time, then.”
“Good time for what?” Sam didn’t squeak. He didn’t. It was said in a very masculine manner.
“I am sorry for calling you an abomination,” Castiel said. “I also do not hate you, and forgive you for your poor choices in life.” Castiel looked wild-eyed for a moment before grabbing the pitcher and drinking long and hard from it. Sam followed Castiel’s eyes over to Dean, who’s giving the angel double thumbs up. Sam’s eyes snapped back to Castiel.
“Is there anything else you wanted to say?” He asked, his heart thudding inside his chest. Someone must have screwed with the heat in the place, because Sam was sweating now. Castiel moved closer to Sam.
“Your brother and I share something special, meaningful,” Castiel started. “But you. There’s something else I feel for you.”
Sam’s pretty sure that his heart stopped. Those words did not just come out of the angel. But because the world always has to prove him wrong, Castiel leaned forward.
“I believe I am in like with you, Sam,” Castiel said just before he brushed their lips together softly. Sam couldn’t resist the small chuckle.
“In like with me?” Sam asked. Castiel looked hurt.
“Dean assured me to use like instead of love. Saying love made it sound homosexual, according to him.”
Sam shook his head and smiled. He cupped the back of Castiel’s head and brought him closer.
“I think I’m in like with you too,” Sam whispered and sealed their lips in a proper kiss.
Castiel moaned and parted his lips, running his tongue against Sam’s. Sam pulled him closer, letting his fingers tangle in the soft black hair. Finally, Sam thought. After months of uncertainty of his own feelings and Castiel’s as well, Sam finally had his answer.
Castiel crawled out of his seat and straddled Sam’s lap. Their tongues danced together as a few people around them hooted and whistled. It didn’t matter. Sam had a fucking angel of the Lord on his lap, making out with him.
One of Sam’s hands slid down Castiel’s back, tugging the rumpled trench coat with it. Castiel shrugged out of it and let it drop on the filthy floor. Coat gone, Castiel wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, kissing harder. Sam’s broad hand rested on the small of the angel’s back. He pushed against it slightly, making their hips rock together. Castiel mewled into Sam’s mouth. Sam bit back his own embarrassing noise as their dicks brushed through layers of cotton, denim and wool. Castiel’s nails scrambled at Sam’s shoulder blades.
“Beautiful, Cas,” Sam breathed against Castiel’s lips. Castiel only whimpered and rocked together again. “This is kind of indecent,” Sam chuckled, licking his way to Castiel’s ear.
“You are frotting with an angel of the Lord in a bar,” Castiel panted. “I believe we are beyond indecent.”
“Then let’s leave,” Sam said before nibbling on Castiel’s earlobe.
The world constricted, spun then righted itself. They were in the motel room and Castiel pushed Sam backwards onto the bed.
“There was a hell of a lot of people there. Are you sure leaving like that was safe?” Sam bucked up against his new found lover.
“They will not remember us,” Castiel said as he sat up to remove the suit jacket. Sam wrapped his hand around the blue tie and pulled him down. Their lips met harsher this time, biting just as much as kissing.
“A little fucking privacy guys?” Dean shouted from the other bed. They heard a feminine giggle from Dean’s bed. The sound of Castiel and Sam’s laughter echoed in the room, followed by a fluttering of wings.
Sam has no clue where they are. He’s on his back on grass, and above them, there’s a million stars in the blue black sky. Castiel leaned down, kissing Sam softer this time, letting his fingers trail across the long taut muscle of Sam’s neck.
The last twenty minutes of Sam Winchester’s life has felt like a dream. Castiel placed reverent kisses on Sam’s forehead, cheek bones, eyelids, everywhere he could reach. In between each kiss, he whispered words Sam did not understand, but felt the meaning.
He was being worshipped. Sam carded his fingers through Castiel’s dark hair and began whispering back to him.
“What have I done to deserve you?” He whispered to the stars. Castiel had kissed down Sam’s neck. “Why me?”
Castiel made his way back up and rested his forehead against Sam’s.
“Do not question it,” Castiel said as he pressed his lips against the center of Sam’s forehead. “Accept what the Lord has given you without question or hesitation.”
Slowly and carefully, they explored each other with hands and lips, learning their bodies. Sam had rolled them over sliding his hips between Castiel’s splayed legs. He rolled his hips, brushing their dicks together. They shared a moan, and Sam continued to rock down. Sam buried his face in the crook of Castiel’s neck. Castiel urged Sam faster by pushing up into each thrust.
“Sing me your songs, bless me with your praise, and I shall not bear you to suffer,” Castiel panted before pulling Sam into another heated kiss. Sam could feel his orgasm getting closer.
Castiel whimpered something in Enochian and spilled between their bodies. The warm seed and Castiel’s writhing was just enough to make Sam give a hoarse shout, adding his own come to the already cooling mess between them.
A simple touch from Castiel and they were both clean, lying sated under the stars.
“What was that last thing you said?” Sam asked as Castiel traced lazy patterns on Sam’s heaving chest.
“That love is not a great enough word to express how I feel for you,” Castiel whispered.
“How ‘bout we use it ‘till we find the right word?” Sam asked as he closed his eyes.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Sam/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 1089
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 has a confession to make to Sam
Warnings: kissing, frottage, schmoop
Notes: written for endorphinehaze, who requested simply Sam/Cas. That was it. Just Sam/Cas. And this is what I came up with.
On another note, I am sick. >.< thankfully it's not that bad, but the room won't stop spinning and I feel stupidly weak.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The bar is crowded and loud. Sam is shaking his head as he watches Dean attempting to pick up every girl in the place. Castiel took the chair beside Sam.
“It does not appear that your brother will be successful in his conquests this evening,” Castiel said, drinking right from the pitcher of beer he carried back from the bar. Sam laughed at him.
“Classy, dude,” Sam said as he took a sip from his own glass. Castiel stared at Sam intensely. “Okay, now you’re making me a bit nervous.”
“Are you intoxicated?” Castiel asked as he pushed his pitcher of beer away. Sam shook his head. “Neither am I. Now is a good time, then.”
“Good time for what?” Sam didn’t squeak. He didn’t. It was said in a very masculine manner.
“I am sorry for calling you an abomination,” Castiel said. “I also do not hate you, and forgive you for your poor choices in life.” Castiel looked wild-eyed for a moment before grabbing the pitcher and drinking long and hard from it. Sam followed Castiel’s eyes over to Dean, who’s giving the angel double thumbs up. Sam’s eyes snapped back to Castiel.
“Is there anything else you wanted to say?” He asked, his heart thudding inside his chest. Someone must have screwed with the heat in the place, because Sam was sweating now. Castiel moved closer to Sam.
“Your brother and I share something special, meaningful,” Castiel started. “But you. There’s something else I feel for you.”
Sam’s pretty sure that his heart stopped. Those words did not just come out of the angel. But because the world always has to prove him wrong, Castiel leaned forward.
“I believe I am in like with you, Sam,” Castiel said just before he brushed their lips together softly. Sam couldn’t resist the small chuckle.
“In like with me?” Sam asked. Castiel looked hurt.
“Dean assured me to use like instead of love. Saying love made it sound homosexual, according to him.”
Sam shook his head and smiled. He cupped the back of Castiel’s head and brought him closer.
“I think I’m in like with you too,” Sam whispered and sealed their lips in a proper kiss.
Castiel moaned and parted his lips, running his tongue against Sam’s. Sam pulled him closer, letting his fingers tangle in the soft black hair. Finally, Sam thought. After months of uncertainty of his own feelings and Castiel’s as well, Sam finally had his answer.
Castiel crawled out of his seat and straddled Sam’s lap. Their tongues danced together as a few people around them hooted and whistled. It didn’t matter. Sam had a fucking angel of the Lord on his lap, making out with him.
One of Sam’s hands slid down Castiel’s back, tugging the rumpled trench coat with it. Castiel shrugged out of it and let it drop on the filthy floor. Coat gone, Castiel wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, kissing harder. Sam’s broad hand rested on the small of the angel’s back. He pushed against it slightly, making their hips rock together. Castiel mewled into Sam’s mouth. Sam bit back his own embarrassing noise as their dicks brushed through layers of cotton, denim and wool. Castiel’s nails scrambled at Sam’s shoulder blades.
“Beautiful, Cas,” Sam breathed against Castiel’s lips. Castiel only whimpered and rocked together again. “This is kind of indecent,” Sam chuckled, licking his way to Castiel’s ear.
“You are frotting with an angel of the Lord in a bar,” Castiel panted. “I believe we are beyond indecent.”
“Then let’s leave,” Sam said before nibbling on Castiel’s earlobe.
The world constricted, spun then righted itself. They were in the motel room and Castiel pushed Sam backwards onto the bed.
“There was a hell of a lot of people there. Are you sure leaving like that was safe?” Sam bucked up against his new found lover.
“They will not remember us,” Castiel said as he sat up to remove the suit jacket. Sam wrapped his hand around the blue tie and pulled him down. Their lips met harsher this time, biting just as much as kissing.
“A little fucking privacy guys?” Dean shouted from the other bed. They heard a feminine giggle from Dean’s bed. The sound of Castiel and Sam’s laughter echoed in the room, followed by a fluttering of wings.
Sam has no clue where they are. He’s on his back on grass, and above them, there’s a million stars in the blue black sky. Castiel leaned down, kissing Sam softer this time, letting his fingers trail across the long taut muscle of Sam’s neck.
The last twenty minutes of Sam Winchester’s life has felt like a dream. Castiel placed reverent kisses on Sam’s forehead, cheek bones, eyelids, everywhere he could reach. In between each kiss, he whispered words Sam did not understand, but felt the meaning.
He was being worshipped. Sam carded his fingers through Castiel’s dark hair and began whispering back to him.
“What have I done to deserve you?” He whispered to the stars. Castiel had kissed down Sam’s neck. “Why me?”
Castiel made his way back up and rested his forehead against Sam’s.
“Do not question it,” Castiel said as he pressed his lips against the center of Sam’s forehead. “Accept what the Lord has given you without question or hesitation.”
Slowly and carefully, they explored each other with hands and lips, learning their bodies. Sam had rolled them over sliding his hips between Castiel’s splayed legs. He rolled his hips, brushing their dicks together. They shared a moan, and Sam continued to rock down. Sam buried his face in the crook of Castiel’s neck. Castiel urged Sam faster by pushing up into each thrust.
“Sing me your songs, bless me with your praise, and I shall not bear you to suffer,” Castiel panted before pulling Sam into another heated kiss. Sam could feel his orgasm getting closer.
Castiel whimpered something in Enochian and spilled between their bodies. The warm seed and Castiel’s writhing was just enough to make Sam give a hoarse shout, adding his own come to the already cooling mess between them.
A simple touch from Castiel and they were both clean, lying sated under the stars.
“What was that last thing you said?” Sam asked as Castiel traced lazy patterns on Sam’s heaving chest.
“That love is not a great enough word to express how I feel for you,” Castiel whispered.
“How ‘bout we use it ‘till we find the right word?” Sam asked as he closed his eyes.
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