Sam/Cas, Episode red meat, hurt/comfort <333

kansaskissedlips:

It takes Sam awhile to recover from his near-death experience – – as it should, quite frankly; the fact that he even survived is nothing short of incredible. 

He’s damn lucky that he has both Dean and Cas to help him, but…it’s Cas who’s been sticking mostly by his side. Dean’s worried, of course, but he recognizes that Sam still needs space. 

Cas, on the other hand, had been shaken by the whole incident, so he won’t stop following Sam around. “Do you need anything, Sam?” he keeps asking, his voice worried.

Sam eventually gives in, one night when his still-healing wound is especially sore. “I – yeah. If – could you please get me a glass of water? ‘m not sure I can get up just yet.”

Cas scurries away, and returns with the water, and even helps Sam sit up properly so he can drink it. He sits down beside Sam. “Do you need your bandages changed?”

Sam looks over at him, actually reveling in the warmth a little bit. “No – uh, no. Dean just changed them this morning. It’s  okay. Thanks, though.”

“How’s your pain level?”

Sam exhales slowly. “Uh…it’s – it’s actually kind of bothering me. I haven’t taken any painkillers today, but…”

Cas hums, and draws Sam against him, letting him tuck his head down against his chest. “Just relax.”

Sam slams his eyes closed. That does feel good – and good enough to distract him from the pain. “Cas, I…thank you for all of your help these past few days. I’m – it’s been bad, you know. This whole thing. But having you here…”

Cas smiles warmly, stroking Sam’s arm. “It’s my pleasure, Sam. I want to make sure you’re well-taken care of. Though, obviously, Dean does a fine job of that himself.”

Sam’s lip actually wobbles for a moment, there. He’s needed this: the simplicity of someone else just holding him. He hadn’t really realized how traumatic that whole event had been until after the fact. God, that kid suffocated him, for God’s sake, when he was already dying.

“Shh…” Cas turns a little, and he’s holding Sam closer, stroking his hair. “It’s okay.”

Sam inhales sharply – – and feels the tears sting his eyes. “Cas…” His voice is thick.

Cas kisses the top of his head, unassuming and gentle. “I’ll stay as long as you’d like, Sam.”