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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 9 months

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Will The Stars Watch Over Me?

Sam could hear Dean and Bobby laughing about something in the living room. He wished he could focus on it, but all he thought about was the panic room. A looming reminder of why his craving was a bad idea.

He stepped out ages ago, walking around the property, pacing back and forth, biting his nails into nothing.

Reminding himself of the way he hated the taste of the sulfur, how it remained on his tongue hours later. The power felt great, the electric energy that flowed through his veins. But it wasn't enough. Not to go through a detox like that again.

Unsurprisingly, he found himself lying on top of the Impala, ignoring the cold metal, covering his exposed skin so he could gaze up without distraction.

The sky... If only words could explain the starry night that he reached up for. Stars crossed the entire sky, the moon stood tall, nearly full.

The stars swirled around in his mind, he pieced together the memorized figures him and Dean learned together. Despite knowing he's near, safe inside the only place they've called home, he felt lonely staring at the endless sky.

He sighed, remembering when he thought about the time he believed the stars were angels peering down at them. Watching humanity, watching over them as guardians, just like when he was younger, he prayed to them.

An open prayer that his thoughts cried out for, a dam of emotions pouring out. Wishing for salvation, how does one become clean? What does he need to do? He'll do it! God knows he would, given the opportunity.

Just give him the strength, tell him his duties, what is owed and he'll pay the price. He can't handle being a monster, it's the thought that appears whenever he sees himself in the mirror. Don't let that be his reality.

Dean sees it now, his Dad always did. Maybe his Mom saw it to, Hell, if it wasn't for Dean being here, Bobby would tell him to stay away. He's sure of it.

His hands are bleeding for salvation, does anyone see it? He can be good, what's the sign? Where does he have to be to be washed clean of his sins?

There was someone who heard every single word Sam prayed, his longing for something holy to ease his pains, Castiel touched down on Earth.

Following the voice that called out for salvation so loudly, so earnestly. It was devotion that even angels lack.

It led Castiel to the Impala, sitting in Bobby Singers yard. Where Sam laid, crying to the stars with the hope that dwindled every day.

"Sam?" Castiel called out. Normally Sam would turn at the sound of Castiel's wings, but he didn't hear them. He jumped hearing Castiel's voice, rushed to wipe of the loose tears that flowed down his face. Sitting up as if the Impala was now scorching hot.

He shook off his thoughts that were stuck in his throat, "Hey, Cas, Dean is inside."

"I'm aware," Castiel said, Bobby Singer and Dean Winchester were both soundly asleep. One of the parties snoring loudly, "I... I came to see you."

"I'm not doing anything I'm not supposed to," Sam said, laying back down, hands wiping his face, "Just... Staring at the sky."

There were many things Castiel wanted to say, but couldn't. Too many things jumbled together, the only phrase that made sense was one, "May I join?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah, yeah, of course," Sam said, scooting over, "Of course you can."

Castiel had intended to stay where they stood, but decided to take Sam's invitation to sit next to him, "It's a beautiful night."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, his mind tried to think of words that would suffice and paint their beauty but he couldn't think of anything. He let the idea go, letting the attempt die off his tongue.

Castiel took in the night sky, seeing more than Sam could, "I would pray to them too."

"I didn't, I didn't think it would be heard," Sam admitted, keeping his eyes locked onto the night.

Castiel looked at Sam's face that glowed beautifully underneath the sky's light, "Any angel could hear it, but many wouldn't listen."

"But you did?"

"Of course," Castiel said, looking back up at the stars, "the prayer came from you."

It sounded so simple and sincere, it took away Sam's breath, if it were anyone else, Sam wouldn't believe it. But Castiel is known for his bluntness and honesty, Sam had to believe it.

Castiel felt Sam shiver as a breeze flew into the, sending chills over both, "You're cold and tired," Castiel evaluated, "you should rest."

"In a minute," Sam said, his head spinning from Castiel's words. It almost sounded as if he was important to Castiel, but that couldn't be. Not in the way Sam wished to be.

Castiel carefully nudged Sam, "It's been a minute."

Knowing Castiel, it had been exactly one minute, Sam let out a sigh that hid his laugh, "Okay, yeah, it has been."

Sam sat up, finding Castiel's hand extended towards him, as they stood on the ground already. Sam didn't need it, but took it. Relishing in the warmness that was radiating off of Castiel.

One he planned to cherish for the brief moment, but Castiel didn't drop his hand, instead, Castiel led them inside.

Walking through the house, hand in hand, Sam could tell immediately the other two called it a night. Neither where they had been when he first got some fresh air.

Sam didn't know where Castiel was going until he stood in the room Bobby cleared out for him long ago, where he's laid his head plenty of times. Sam didn't know Castiel knew this was his space, and only once they were in, did Castiel let go.

Unwilling to let himself feel disappointed, Sam shed off his extra layers and shoes. Feeling a little awkward with Castiel right there watching, but he didn't want the angel to leave quite yet.

He delayed getting in bed, placing away his belongings that he'd normally wait to do in the morning. Walking slower than he needed to, but Castiel didn't say anything about it. So Sam didn't.

Castiel stood there waiting as Sam slipped into his bed, once Sam was content, as snug as could be, Castiel walked over. Pulling the covers up a little higher, "Good night, Sam."

Sam's eyelids were heavy, he yawned, welcoming the familiar feeling of falling, "Good night, Castiel."

Unsure if the words made it past his mind as his breathing evened out. While it was the cue to leave, Castiel stayed, hiding their visibility, sitting close by.

Castiel can't wash away everything Sam prayed for, can't give him that salvation, but he could keep the nightmares at bay. And hopefully, with their words, make him see the hero he is.

#sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #samstiel #samcas #sastiel fanfic #Writing!!!#I love it!!#Ignore me saying I hated it yesterday

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bnuyfrowns · 8 months

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A fic where Sam is flirting with another girl/guy and Cas gets v jealous but he tries to hide it and then things work out because Sam isn’t as oblivious to this stuff as Dean/Cas is. And I think it would be their first kiss.

hey anon! sorry it's been literally 3 years since you requested this but it's finally here!!

i've posted it here on ao3 rather than on here this time.

#made a casefic out of this it was really fun!!#asks #sastiel #sastiel fanfic #sam winchester #castiel #bee writes

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sastielstories · 4 months

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GodDAMN a long time since the last time but YES it's finally published and here!

Chapter 15. Ecstasy pt III

Chapter summary: the final part of this 3 part section.

Cas has now reached a point of refusing to turn back on the matter. As far as he is concerned, Sam could do whatever he wanted to him and submit to him completely.

They finally consummate after all the flirting and negotiating.

Author's note:

.... I think it's safe to say this is not safe for the squeamish readers. Myself included tbh!

Um, so I haven't really properly published this level of sexual content before now, so it would be really good to know if I have written it well, or if it's just terribly cringey and bad.

This was awkward for me to write because I get so silly about sex despite being a 28 year fucking old, but yeah. Maybe it's the British in me idk but I get so prude about it!

Anyways... this has been a long time overdue and nearly a year again since I updated this story so I really hope this was well worth the wait. Please comment and share this story if you have really enjoyed it so far!

This will be the final proper sexy sex chapter I swear.

And it is definitely (holy hell 😳 🥵🥵💦💦🔥🔥) as a DISCLAIMER... it is basically Porn with a capital P!

Send me your love, thanks to those who have stuck by it patiently x

#sastiel #samcas #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel fanfic #sastiel au #electric indigo #raisinghellonstarbug #smut #sam x castiel

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avalonsilver · 5 months

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Chapter Update for Everything Ends Here!

A Sastiel story where Season 6 Castiel (right before he breaks Sam's Wall in 6x22) is unwillingly sent back in time to January 2006 -- during the events of "Faith." Castiel forms a bond with Sam as Sam tries to save his older brother, who is gravely ill following an electrocution during the Rawhead hunt.

*** Latest chapter heads into the Season One finale. Hope you enjoy! :)

AO3 Link below:

#Sastiel #SamCas #sastiel fanfic #Sam x Castiel #Sastiel fanfiction #canon divergence #SPN AU

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raisinghellonstarbug · 1 year

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In case you didn't know...

The latest chapter of Electric Indigo is now up!

Tw: sexual content not for underage

But READ at your OWN risk 😆

I shared the latest chapter on my Sastiel blog but realised that it might not be seen by everyone with the mature block on it idk so I am resharing the whole story as a sort of loophole hahaha anyway I hope you enjoy!

Link to the whole story on Ao3...

#sastiel #samcas #sam x castiel #sastiel fanfic #electric indigo #sam winchester #castiel #love at first sight #spn au

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mothgardens · 3 months

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the biggest struggle of a samfan is when i go on ao3 for a fic and search for any sam ship and its ALWAYS the backround ship to a destiel fic :(

but i don’t want to filter out destiel because i might miss out on a banger sam fic with background destiel, and i simply can’t do that

but GOOD GOD please lemme filter for the main ship :(((

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #please talk to me about supernatural #castiel #sastiel #destiel #sabriel #ao3 #supernatural fanfic #queer sam winchester #queer dean winchester

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ev4n3571-becausewn · 7 months

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Why am I all of a sudden in love with Sastiel? I'm not complaining or anything, but like, it's very sudden.

I need to find more fics bc I love them with my whole heart

Silly little silly doodle

Dean just has to put up with them being adorable now.

#sastiel #supernatural #castiel #sam winchester #fanfic

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unkindledangell · 2 days

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Helloo. Finally a digital drawing, been a while since I did anything other than a sketch.

And for the first time since 2017, I bothered to draw something for a writing challenge. I took the time to edit the drawing as a cover.

This is a challenge in Spanish, 8 days with different types of kisses. I missed 23-25 so today I'll upload their 4 corresponding drabbles.

Another Sastiel smoch [colored] 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Best quality:

https://x.com/UnkindledAngel/status/1783972816452214965?t=9i_ass08pjQhstQUG9JYOw&s=09

#supernatural #supernatural fandom #my art #sastiel #sastiel fanart #sam winchester #castiel #kisspril 2024 #fanfic challenge #sam and cas

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samlacy · 2 months

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Let me go, I’m starving

my first SPN as well as Ship fanfiction on here

I hope you like it :)) And Im sorry for the long ass hiatus…

Happy new years??

PLUS check out my ao3 Samlacy, I post on there!!

Summary:

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Sam gathers his words,

“Cas, please, just this once.”

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The book slammed down on the floor by a strong force, hitting the wood, hard enough to make a noise that notified the whole apartment (if there was anyone), Sam was seriously pissed off.

Cas looked up from his palms to Sam sitting on the hotel chair, his laptop on the desk and some book on the floor.

His hands were gripping his hair, giving the impression he could pull out his long hair-strands right out of his head.

Which was not a pleasure to Cas, since he loved Sam’s silky, straight and long for a man hair.

Cas hopped off the Hotel bed and walked up to the book on the floor. He picks it up and puts it, gently, back on the desk, still keeping his hand on it while his eyes focused on the stressed individual.

Sam noticed the book with the hand on it and looked up to, expectedly, see Castiel.

Not that it was a bad thing that he was here the whole time he was tearing himself up about this case, but the fact that he had such a harsh expression on his face that it didn’t quite fit in either the angry or disappointed category.

“I’m sorry”, slipped out of Sam’s mouth, with no control. Why was he sorry? He didn’t hurt the Angel in any kind of way, did he?

“You’re good”, Castiel whisper-says as he took the hand off the book and instead pulled the other chair back to sit right across Sam.

The silence filled and Sam decided to just keep working and try to find at least something, anything on the Web. Although

Cas eyes were piercing through his head and he felt it.

The angel once again had a worry or suspicion on Sam, and he was oh-so-curious to know what it is now.

Its almost like Castiel always is suspicious of him!

But this time, Sam felt the mood shift a little as soon as Cas sighed and leaned back into his seat.

Sam’s heart was beating in his chest, just like it always did when him and Cas were somehow alone or he had an interaction with the angel.

He doesn’t know if it was a demon instinct or that he had a big fat “teenage” crush on the so called angel.

Sam will rather go with option one.

Or neither, if possible.

Its not like Sam wants to feel this way, especially when Cas is his brothers best friend (and maybe almost boyfriend). He honestly doesn’t know, but he does notice the tension between those two.

The way Dean gets soft to Cas, like he never was to Sam, it is quite the scene.

He can honestly just hope for those feelings to disappear completely one day, its not like Cas would love him anyway.

“How long are you gonna keep this up, Samuel?” Cas breathes out, hinting a bit of exhaustion in his voice, looking straight at Sam.

Sam’s eyes widen immediately as his shallow yet uncoordinated breathing followed up. He tried calming down, tried making it less obvious that he could go crazy any minute.

With as much calmness he can get to in the moment, he asks shakily, “What do you mean, keep up what?”

Slam.

Castiel slammed the laptop shut and was stood. Sams eyes were even more widened than before and had a hint of blush on his face, maybe also some reaction down there.

The Angel had a stern yet soft expression on his face as if he was genuinely sick, fed up of whatever Sam was doing.

The silence couldn’t be even more noisy after the slam, as it was exposing Sam’s shaky, caught off guard breathing.

Their eye contact was long and deep, as if Castiel could burn right through them any moment.

Ironically.

As it took long enough for Castiel to realize that this length of the pause was getting awkward and intense, he coughed and backed off, by standing straight in front of Sam.

He fixed his coat up a little before speaking, “You know. The avoiding of me, an angel, in your presence or maybe the lack of attention, even words, to me. Why is that?”

If Sam wasn’t nervous enough before, he might’ve hit the limit right now. His hands starting shaking as no words left his mouth, as if he froze in place.

What could he possibly reply to that?

Castiel got out of the way of the desk and walked to Sam’s side to cup the man by his cheek and turn his head to face him, the hand moving down to hold his chin up.

Sam’s lips turned dry and eyes were fixated on Castiel’s, blue like the Atlantic, eyes.

“I..”, Sam manages to get out, however didn’t help his case.

“Hm, tell me, Sam. What is up with the ignorance?”

Sam’s cheek heated up like crazy. His heart was basically already out of his chest beating like crazy. He managed to lick his lips and gulp down.

“Nothing, it’s nothing”, he breathed out trying to get out of Castiel’s grip, before he felt the tight squeeze and couldn’t move a bit.

Castiel sighed as he slightly loosen the grip, as to not hurt the man.

“You know that’s not true, Sammy”, the nickname made Sam’s head spin, do stuff to him.

‘Please, keep calling me that’ is what he wants to say, but how could he? It would only ruin everything that he tried so hard to build up between them.

Every single answer would ruin their friendship, relationship.

Why now, why exactly at the time he doesn’t know what to do?

“Do you like me, Samuel?”

Silence.

Dead silence.

No, no, no, no, no. Don’t call me that. Please, please, please! Please just everything, but not that.

How is he supposed to answer that? Was it even really a choice at the moment to answer or not.

Im your Sammy, so please call me that, please.

Cas let go of Sam’s face as he turned his head to the side and proceeds to walk out the room while mumbling a ‘whatever. It was a stupid question.’

“Yes”, was all he had to hear for Cas to turn back and freeze at where he stood before, in front of the (to the side turned) sitting boy.

“What?”

breathe.

“Yes, I do. I like you”, Sam felt a hole in his stomach, scared shitless of the possibilities of Cas’ reaction right after he finishes talking, “Hell, I like you so much that I always start shaking, gasping for air and stutter like a teenage girl saying ‘hi‘ to her hallway crush for the first time.”

Corny, but worth it.

Yet again a silence that got broken off by a calm soft voice.

Not the good kind, but maybe curiosity.

“Are you not ashamed of how dean might react to this intimacy of ours? Your feelings towards me might really damage the relationship between you and your brother”, Cas talks in his yet always wise voice.

“It’s damaged enough, what do you want me to do? I just love you, I can’t control it”, Sam gasps out, tears threatening to fall as shame fulfills that pit in his stomach.

But yet, for fucked up reasons, his cock was hard in his jeans, with no shame.

Which seems like Castiel noticed it and had zero shame as well to ask.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Sam gathers his words, looking up at him with teared up eyes and a shaking bottom lip,

“Cas, please, just this once.”

And he complied.

No other words exchanged as Cas took Sam by his wrist and dragged him to the bed, gently pushing him down so he lays flat down.

Sam was ashamed enough to move anyway. So he just watched Castiel unzip his jeans to reach to the hardened cock with underwear covering it.

Cas pulled Sam’s jeans off for him and let it drop onto the floor as he positioned himself on the bed, between his legs.

His hands rid up Sam’s shirt, slowly lifting it up until above his chest, which his fingers caressed over his nipples.

Sam never knew he would be this sensitive to Castiel’s touch as whimpers left his mouth with no control.

Cas was gentle with his expressions, yet his fingers were pinching and abusing his nipples.

He decides to lean down and wrap his lips around Sam‘s left nipple, his right hand on Sam‘s right nipple.

His tongue licked over the nipple, wetting it while looking up at Sam. The sight was immaculate enough to almost make Sam come in his underwear right there.

Fuck, Cas was a complete tease.

“Please, Cas, please, please, please—“,

Sam groans when Cas bites down and then let’s go to suck on them, as a way to sooth them.

Now tears of pleasure instead of shame were spilling from Sam’s eyes as he slowly put his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, gently gripping onto them for support.

The shirt was creasing under Sam‘s touch before Cas decided to let go of boy‘s body whole, only forcing the shirt off of him.

Now Sam was completely naked (apart from the boxers) in front of Cas while Cas just took of his upper body clothes, only unzipping his jeans and letting his lower part stay clothed.

Sam was desperate to see the Angel clothes free, as he slowly caressed his hands down to the cock of the man.

But before he could imagine anything further, Cas slid his hands in Sam‘s underwear, cupping his ass cheeks before he leans down to kiss the man.

Sam wraps his arms and legs around Cas as he melts into the oddly gentle kiss, mouth wet all over.

Cas gives the boy‘s ass a squeeze before one finger was teasing his hole. Sam gasped silently as it was sudden of Cas pushing in a whole finger, his walls hugging tightly on the dry finger.

It was burning, it did not feel good at all.

But Sam couldn’t get the words out as he really didn’t want to miss this chance.

His only chance of ever having this with Cas before he watches him run to his brother, Dean, and possibly even get together.

It’s not fair! He loved Cas first, he always loved Cas more, but why did the angel have to go and like Dean? Someone who denies his sexuality with all his strength just to go to some bar and drink his brains out.

Cas broke the kiss as he slowly went down Sam‘s neck leaving a peck before sitting straight, so he can pull Sam‘s underwear off and finger him normally. Quickly demanding Sam to suck a little on his fingers, taking them back immediately after.

The cold breeze hit Sam‘s cock and hole as he shivered. He sat his ass back down as he lifted it before to let Cas take his underwear down.

His legs were spread wide, his hands sneaking to his thighs, holding them open.

Cas had a small glitter in his eyes as he leaned down to nip at Sam‘s inner thigh, his index finger teasing his way into his hole.

Sam whimpered, his chest rising before dropping again when Cas‘ lips left his thigh alone and instead kissed his lower abdomen.

That one finger turned into two and then directly to three as he thrusted in and out. Sam‘s hands gripped for the sheets as he huffed fast.

Cas was still struggling with understanding some humans cant go as fast or have the stamina an angel does. But Sam is slowly trying to learn to last longer, so its a good challenge.

“Cas, please I need you in me. please—“, Sam gasped when he felt the fullness leave and get replaced with emptyness.

Cas still had the calm, straight face he always had around anyone, except dean of course. Always dean.

It broke Sam, he doesnt know why, but the angel just seeing him like any other person broke him. It really did.

Sometimes he might’ve caught himself wishing he was Dean.

Cas pulls his underwear under his balls, as he strokes his desperate hardening cock.

“Im going to enter now”, Cas warns as he slowly pushes in with a groan, stretching out Sam.

Sam’s vision went blurry, he felt the Angel already move before he could realize it any further.

Castiels hands were on his hips, holding tightly as he pounded into Sam with full force, showing no mercy, hitting the man’s prostate every time.

He begged for his release, by each thrust groans and whimpers slipping from each other as Sam’s cock slapped his own stomach.

It really didn’t take long before Sam was begging again, “Im gonna come, please Cas.”

And by that Cas wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock and started pumping to which Sam shot out, leaving out a scream.

He was shaking from the orgasm as Cas let go of his cock and pull out of the boy.

When Sam was feeling more conscious after the orgasm, he was confused as to why the Angel didn’t come yet.

He watched as Cas zipped his jeans up and threw his shirt on, neatly and not missing any buttons on his shirt.

“Why didn’t you come?” Sam took the courage to ask as he covered himself with the blanket.

Cas was done with the tie as he slowly turned to Sam, having an as confused expression as Sam.

“I did this purely for your pleasure, Sam. I was helping you out, and if we are done now, I’m going to have to leave and look for Dean”, Castiel calmly responded as he turned to the mirror, making sure his hair was in place, “Oh, and did you see my coat by any chance?”

Sam felt his world shudder into even more pieces than before. Anger and Sadness all in once taking over him.

Why couldn’t at least Castiel lie to him, tell him he loved him or just come for the shake of this!

“Just seriously go Castiel! I had it with you, just go and look for your Dean”, Sam spat as he threw the man’s coat at him. He stood up from the bed, his knees weak, but enough strength to pull his underwear on and try to fetch on some joggers and a shirt.

Cas was trying to keep up to the situation as he held Sam by his wrist, trying to get out some kind of information off the boy. Why was he throwing a tantrum?

Sam harshly waved the hand off of him as he turned to Cas with tears spilling down, a pained expression on the man’s face.

Did Cas do this to him?

“Just go, please. We are done for today”, Sam gasped as he watched the Angel take his arm back and disappear into thin air.

Sam broke into pieces as he just stood there and sobbed his eyes out to some feelingless Angel who would forget about this by the next minute.

Who didn’t even care if he had sex with Sam, he just did all those soft kisses and gentle touches to feed Sam’s pure delusions.

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spnangelsanddemons-rb · 5 months

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The end is almost nigh!

Hey SPN artists and writers, time to sign up for the SPN Angels & Demons Reverse Bang is running out fast! Artists are already starting to submit their work for claims, but you still have until December 29 to register and join in (authors can join until December 30th).

This is an all-ship/pro-ship event and we're expecting a great variety of characters and ships featuring many the angels & demons of Supernatural. Be sure to read the rules and if you're interested, you can sign up here.

#spn fanfic #spn fanart #sabriel #destiel #sastiel #spn lucifer #spn archangels #crowstiel #megstiel #ducifer #boy king of hell sam winchester #dadstiel #spn raphael #are these tags perhaps a hint of things you'll find up for claims?#hmm join in to find out

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withthekeyisking-writer · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Episode AU: s07e01 Meet the New Boss (Supernatural), Godstiel (Supernatural), Dark Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Sam Winchester, Hallucinating Sam Winchester, Sam's Cage Trauma, Religious Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Past Violence, Power Dynamics, Religion, Kneeling, Prayer Summary:

"Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast you back into the Pit," Castiel says to Sam, high on power, but then considers that an apt punishment. Sam, surrounded by hallucinations of exactly what the Pit entails, will do anything to keep that from happening.

#fanfic #sam winchester #castiel #godstiel #sastiel

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samsexualdeancurious · 8 months

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Who Knows? (Everyone Knows)

Pairing: Sam x Castiel

Words: 1,440

Summary: Sam and Cas think no one knows about their relationship.

Warnings: Secretly dating, a teensy bit of nsfw content, set sometime in early s11-ish.

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“Popcorn?” Sam asks, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.

Castiel considers this for a moment. He’s stripped down to his boxers - no more fully dressed angels in Sam’s bed unless they’re heading for stages of undress, thank you very much. He might be a stranger to societal norms but shoes? No. - and has made himself comfortable under the covers. “I might have a handful or two,” he decides.

Sam nods and leans over to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. “All right. Get Netflix set up and I’ll be right back.”

The floor of the bunker is cold underfoot as Sam makes his way to the kitchen. He finds the last back of popcorn in the cupboard and makes a mental note to add it to the grocery list as he tears open the plastic. He pops the bag in the microwave and leans against the counter while he waits. His eyes find the fridge, considering grabbing a beer before he heads back to his room. Cas won’t want one, he knows, but maybe he’ll take two.

Dean comes in as the popcorn starts doing its thing. “That the last one?” he asks, making a beeline to the fridge for a beer of his own.

“Yup.”

“I’ll add it to my list for tomorrow. Beer?”

He tips one towards Sam and cracks it open when he gets a nod in response. Sam accepts the bottle. He keeps one eye on the microwave, listening carefully for the pops to slow down.

“Maybe we should get an air popper or something,” Sam muses as Dean rummages through the fridge, trying to decide what to snack on. “We seem to go through a lot of it.”

“That’s because it’s good. We could get one of those carnival machines. The red ones with the pot thing, like they have at the movies.”

“And put it where? The library?”

“Hell yeah. Popcorn would make research slightly more bearable.”

Sam rolls his eyes and stops the microwave. “You can still have that with an air popper. Plus, it would fit on the kitchen counter and be healthier.”

Dean makes a face, emerging from the fridge with his chosen snack - leftover pizza from the day before. “You’re no fun.”

“Not all of us can live on red meat and cheese. Where’s the popcorn bowl?”

“On the drying rack. And that’s too bad for you. Speaking of ‘us’, where’s Cas? He was here earlier but I can’t find him now.”

Sam retrieves the bowl, forcing himself to stay relaxed and his expression neutral. “I don’t know. Why, do you need him for something?”

Dean shrugs, mouth already full of cold pizza even though he could definitely microwave it. Sam’s never really understood that, even though it was basically a delicacy for his roommates in his dorm days. “Nah, I just didn’t hear him leave. He usually lets us know where he’s going.”

Sam makes a noncommittal noise and pours steaming popcorn into the bowl. Sam knows Dean isn’t homophobic. That’s not why he’s insisted on keeping his relationship with Cas secret, at least for these early months while they found their rhythm as a couple. What he’s really been worried about is how Dean will react to him and Cas. Specifically Cas. Dean’s brother and Dean’s best friend. “He’ll probably shoot you a text at some point.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be half emoji.”

Sam can’t help a laugh at that. Cas is fond of emojis. He blames Claire. “I’ll let you know if I hear from him.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

Popcorn and beer in hand, Sam returns to his room. Cas is right where Sam left him but Netflix is pulled up on the TV now and their current movie night selection - Interstellar - is waiting to be played.

“Popcorn acquired,” Sam says as he locks the bedroom door. “Comfy?”

“Very. C’mere.”

Sam is more than happy to set his bowl and beer on the bedside table and crawl under the covers beside Cas. He settles with his back propped against the headboard, Cas tucked under his arm with his head pillowed on Sam’s chest.

“Ready?” Cas asks.

Sam nods, reaching for the popcorn to settle it in his lap where they can both reach it. “Ready.”

Before Cas, Sam hadn’t slept with someone else in the bed since Jess. He thought it would take him a while to adjust to having someone tucked against his body, their warmth mingling with his, their breath on his skin. The first night he spent with Castiel in his bed, though, was the best night of sleep he’d had in years. With Cas there, Sam’s nightmares have dropped to rare occurrences and when they do happen, they’re soothed away by the angel’s cool palm on his forehead. Cas doesn’t sleep but he enjoys laying with Sam, meditating and resting while Sam gets his eight hours.

The downside of all these perks, though, is Sam struggles more with getting started in the morning. Why go for a run when it’s cold and dark when he can stay in bed and burn off calories in some… other ways? He doesn’t often allow himself to cave to this urge - he needs to keep up his routine for his own sanity - but this morning, the weather app on his phone says it’s raining and cold. Running in the rain is the last thing he wants to do, especially when Cas is tracing warm fingertips over the point of Sam’s hipbone where his t-shirt has ridden up.

Sam hums softly, stretching and returning his phone to his bedside table. “Feels nice.”

Cas kisses the back of his shoulder in response. “Are you going?”

“No. The weather sucks.” Sam twists around under the covers to face his boyfriend, bumping noses as he gets settled on his other side. “Besides, I’d much rather be here.”

Cas’s hand curls around Sam’s hip as their lips meet, pressing their bodies together from chest to knees. Sam sighs happily against Cas’s mouth and allows himself to get lost in this. His morning wood is perking up, very interested in the proceedings, but neither of them move to take things further than this. It’s not often they can take their time and just sink into the simple intimacy of a good make out. Sam would like for it to eventually lead to something more, though, if Cas is feeling up for it.

“Yo! Sammy! You up?”

Sam groans, tearing his mouth away from his lover’s and pressing his face into Castiel’s bare shoulder. Dean bangs loudly on the door.

“Fuck off, Dean!” Sam shouts back.

“Knew you were in there. Jody called with a hunt.”

Cas chuckles softly as Sam, very gently, bangs his forehead against the point of Cas’s shoulder a few times. “Go on,” he encourages. “See what it’s about.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Then tell him you’d rather stay home.”

Sam huffs, nods, and sits up. He shoves the blankets off his legs and pads over the bedroom door, opening it enough to see Dean while making sure his body blocks any view of the bed. “What.”

“Jody. Hunt. You comin’? Sounds like a poltergeist and Jody’s got some sheriff thing this weekend, so she can’t go.”

Of course not. “Where?”

“‘Bout six hours north, grumpy gills. Did I interrupt something? Cas give you blue balls?”

Sam’s brain stutters to a halt at that, struggling to process what Dean just said. “... what?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “I know he’s in there. Where else would he be? He hasn’t left. His coat’s in the library.”

Sam can only stare.

“What?”

“You know?”

Dean gives him a look that says that’s the dumbest question Sam probably could’ve asked. “Uh. Yeah. I know. You might be the brains of this operation but I’m not blind.” He stands on his toes to peek over Sam’s shoulder and waves. “Hi, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean.”

“You got him out of the suit,” Dean observes. “I didn’t know it came off.”

“Dean, seriously-”

“What?”

“You’re okay with this?”

Dean lifts one incredulous brow at Sam. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Now Sam feels a little dumb. “I dunno.”

“For someone so bright, you sure can be dumb. Claire figured it out first anyways.”

“Claire knows?” Sam’s given up on trying to hide Cas from Dean’s eyes. There’s no point. “How-?”

“Dunno. Teenage girl intuition or something, I guess. Anyways. That hunt? You can bring your boyfriend.”

Sam’s cheeks warm at Dean calling Cas his boyfriend. “Um. Yeah. Cas? Wanna come with?”

“Of course. I will need to put on clothes first.”

“Yeah,” Dean chuckles. “Please do.”

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