First Fight

fae-and-night:

Are you saying those angels deserved to die?

You think I deserve to die?

Sam sat at the table, nursing a beer as the gentle ticking of the clock filled him with a bitter sense of longing. It had been days since Cas had laid in bed with him, even if just to watch TV. The angel had even limited even coming to his room, with most of his interactions with the angel being in the war room or library.

He and Cas had fought before. There had been betrayals, blows thrown… typical Winchester activity. But he and Cas hasn’t really had a fight while in a relationship. It had started to form during the search for Dean when the elder Winchester had been a demon. He was actually embarrassed he hadn’t considered the idea sooner. It made sense. Cas was smart and sweet, and was what Sam called a cynical optimist. He knew the world wasn’t fair, and that they were always out-gunned and out-manned, but he never left them despite that. He wanted to help make the world better, and to become better despite his mistakes. Sam could heavily relate.

How the hell was he going to recover from this? He wanted to get back in Cas’s good graces, but he still stood by what he had said about Lily. Her family had been murdered. How could he judge her quest for revenge after his whole life being shaped by the need to find the thing that had killed his mother.

“You’re still up?” Dean asked, hovering in the doorway of the kitchen, holding an empty glass.

“Yup. If I’m not sleeping, I’m not going to sit in my room alone.”

“Are you really still fighting with Cas?”

“You just got out of a fight with Cas, don’t give me that look.” Sam huffed.

“Well with you it’s different. One, the dating thing and two… you two don’t get worked up like this. It’s weird.” Dean retorted, walking over to the sink, robe flowing behind him.

“I know.” Sam said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “He just won’t talk to me. I want to talk to him, but I don’t know what to say. I know he’s upset. I can understand why he’s upset. Sometimes it’s just difficult to be dating someone that’s lived several lifetimes longer than you, and has experiences that you don’t know much about. You don’t know where some lines or and how to avoid crossing them.”

“Tell him that. Cas is reasonable. Even though he’s upset, he still loves you. I’m sure he knows that you didn’t actually mean what he thought you meant now. Just please… work it out. Seeing you both mope around is killing me. It’s like living in the fifteen minute sad section of a chick flick.” Dean teased, raising his glass as he left the room. “Now, Cas go talk to him.” Sam overheard once Dean was out of sight.

A sheepish angel passed through the doorway moments later, sitting across from Sam, silently putting his hand over the other’s. Sam turned his hand, taking Cas’s in his. The ticking of the clock didn’t seem so lonely anymore.

Wow! This is some intense angsting! Great to get into this with a first fight to start with. I think it’s really interesting that Dean was the catalyst for their make up (it’s so fun to think about all of Dean’s layers coming together to get them to snap out of it). I really love how beautiful the last paragraph is in particular! Great start!

“It’s like living in the fifteen minute sad section of a chick flick.”

Best Quote Ever!