sam and castiel staying up and watching documentaries all night until they pass out and dean finding them asleep against each other and he throws a blanket on top of them uwu
Sam feels so bad about this right now. So bad. It’s been a whole semester that he and Castiel have been living together, and both have been very diligent about following the house rules. Then again, he didn’t expect the sock on the door rule to be so… frequent.
Not that Sam can deny how hot Castiel is. Because… he totally is. It doesn’t surprise him at all that the guy’s getting plenty of action. Except… that it kinda does.
Castiel doesn’t seem to go out much. He goes to the university gym early (with Sam only), then goes to the coffee shop for breakfast (with Sam only). Then he showers (with himself only), then he goes to class (walking with Sam only), then he comes home (two hours before Sam). He hated the one party that Sam took him to. And he shrugs when Sam asks if he ever wants to have his friends over.
Where is he meeting these people? He’s quiet and thoughtful. Smart as all hell. And he’s got the best smile Sam’s ever seen.
So, all data considered, Sam hates that fucking sock on the door. It means that Castiel is getting laid (without Sam) and it… it sucks. It sucks a lot. And Sam is more than happy to follow the rule because his indigestion can’t handle seeing it, hearing it, not being a part of it. But he’s got a presentation to give in thirty minutes and his laptop and flash drive are still in his bedroom. He needs them as much as he doesn’t need his own stupid jealousy.
Like a secret agent breaking into a room, Sam unlocks the front door and creeps inside without a sound. He tiptoes past the living room and down the hallway. He’s holding his breath as if that can somehow stop the creaky hinge on his bedroom door, when a soft voice filters through Castiel’s door.
“Faster, Sam, please!” It begs.
Sam goes incredibly cold and hot all in a second. Of all the fucking luck. Castiel isn’t fucking him, but now it’s another Sam?
Don’t be a perv, don’t be a perv, don’t be a perv. Sam presses his ear to Castiel’s door like a perv. And something’s a little… off. It doesn’t seem like Castiel’s having sex. Sam’s been so grossly obsessed, that he knows all the creaks in Castiel’s bed springs when he tosses and turns late at night. He knows the sound of the drawers opening and closing. He certainly knows the sound of Castiel’s voice. Right now, there’s no creaking, and there’s only one voice.
Panting, moaning, quiet, so quiet, “oh, God, Sam!”
Then silence.
Sam gulps. Shifts and tries to will away his sudden, urgent, painful erection. It’s just not possible. It can’t be possible. It’s too good. Too unthinkable.
He’s stood there too long.
The door swings open inwards and Castiel is there in his pajama pants and a thin blue t-shirt. He actually shouts in surprise when he runs into Sam.
Sam blinks, face burning. “Um,” he says. “I…”
Castiel looks down in embarrassment, but it doesn’t escape Sam’s notice that his gaze stops right at his waist. Shit.
Calmly, Castiel looks back up. His expression is inscrutable, but he says, “Sam, I think we should talk.”
Sam nods. He agrees he totally agrees. “Just a sec, though,” he croaks, and he leans down to kiss his best friend.
The noise Castiel makes is better than anything that filtered out through the door. His arms go around Sam’s neck.
That night, the sock on the door goes back in the drawer where it belongs.
My thoughts for this were basically centered around the fact that Cas, being an angel, is really strong and could probably easily pick Sam up, even though he’s really tall. I have two different headcanons for this pic. One is that the left is how Sam might imagine them hugging and the right is how Cas might imagine them hugging. The second is that the left is Sam hugging Cas and the right is Cas later returning the hug by copying Sam.
sastiel au where sam’s the hot gym trainer cas can’t help staring at as he’s lifting and he’s so distracted that he drops it all and sam hears the crash and rushes over to help and cas is so embarrassed and he can’t stop apologizing and sam is saying “you should ALWAYS have a spotter if you’re gonna lift – ”
and then he notices how much cas was lifting and says, “oh my god, i can’t even lift that much and fitness is my job no wonder you dropped it!“
castiel is of course too embarrassed to correct him so he just nods his agreement and makes some excuse “yeah, i’m pretty new to all this … maybe you could help me?”
it takes sam approximately ten minutes to figure out that cas is full of shit, he knows exactly what he’s doing, but it took him about five to realize that cas’ abs look like they’re carved out of marble and his ass is divine so sam plays along until his next appointment and as he gets up to leave he reaches into his gym bag and pulls out a business card with his name, the gym, and his phone number on it. he hands it to cas, who quirks an eyebrow. “y’know, if you ever … wanna try out something new?”
cas squints. “what, like yoga?”
with a laugh, sam brushes his hair back and says, “i was thinking more like coffee.”
“oh.” cas smiles down at the business card. “that sounds good, too.” he stands up, swinging his duffel over his shoulder before looking back at sam and saying, “shame about the yoga though. i’m very bendy.”
“Cas…” Sam murmured as he brushed a small bell-shaped flower over Castiel’s ear. Sam rested his head in his hand as he watched his angel stir. “It’s time to get up…”
Castiel smiled softly shifting away from the flower, “You’re tickling me.”
“my name’s sam,” he says; regrets it when his voice echoes brashly through the tunnel of machines, loud over their monotonous whirr-click, whirr-click. there’s gotta be something desperate about introducing himself to three a.m. strangers at a coin laundry, but sam’s sleeplessness brought him here, and sleeplessness makes him brave—or stupid. he doesn’t know what he’s hoping for: the man’s white shirt was covered in blood before it disappeared into the bowels of a washer. he looks haunted. hunted. maybe both. sam can relate to that.
he’s obviously surprised to have been spoken to, more than a little startled, eyes sharp and assessing as they find sam’s across the room. sam feels odd, then, too large for his uncomfortable plastic chair, awkward in just a dress shirt and boxers, the tile floor leaching warmth from the bottoms of his feet. he tries a smile, and the man’s face smooths out.
“ca—” he starts, then stops; swallows. “clarence. i’m clarence. i’m… doing my laundry.” it doesn’t sound like a leave me alone.
“yeah, i figured. hey—are you okay? sorry if i’m overstepping a boundary here. you don’t have to answer. you just seem lost.”
clarence sighs, the kind of soul-deep sigh sam is all too familiar with. “i’m… off course,” he says. “i have been for a very long time.”
or, the AU in which castiel & [civilian] sam are strangers who meet by chance at a laundromat after cas falls from heaven. that night, sam discovers there is more to the world than he ever thought possible: angels exist. being with a graceless castiel will mean showing him the essence of what it is to be truly human.
Castiel looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading, squinting up at Sam in his old familiar way. His blue eyes were calm, but that wouldn’t stop the younger Winchester from being slightly suspicious. The dude (and his newly-restored angelic status) had been hanging around the bunker for a few days now, and though Sam would never complain about the company his friend provided, he admitted that it was a bit weird, especially for a guy who was known for being, well, flighty.
Still, it wasn’t every day that an angel would go out and get you superfood smoothies just because he knew it would make his friend feel better.
“Dean was very obstinate about his wish to find Gadreel alone,” Castiel said, looking back down at the newspaper again. “I thought it best to remain here with you. To keep you company and make sure you were all right.”
Sam furrowed his brow. “There’s more to it than that. Shouldn’t you be — I don’t know — helping out your brothers and sisters or something? Aren’t they at war?”
“Yes.” Castiel deadpanned without glancing at Sam. “But at the moment you’re more important.”
18. “it’s my younger siblings wedding and my mother won’t shut up about how i’m going to die alone”
(I changed it to father. Because Castiel.)
Castiel tossed his letter on the table. Sam looked up from his laptop. “Something wrong?”
“Hannah’s getting married.”
“Your sister Hannah?
That’s great… wait.” The familiar
taste of foot filled Sam’s mouth. “Your
younger sister Hannah. The one who’s
eighteen and still in high school.”
“She won’t be by the wedding, they’re getting married in
June after graduation, but yes. That Hannah. Dad apparently volunteered to mail my
invitation, because it was tucked inside this.”
Castiel held up a three-page letter.
“A list of reasons why I should be ashamed of myself and my life. Wouldn’t most parents be proud of their son
being responsible and focusing on his studies in medical school instead of
marrying someone just for the sake of being able to say he was married?”
“You’d think, but then again, remember how my dad kicked me
out of the house for earning a full-ride scholarship to Stanford?” Sam set his laptop aside and got up to hug
Castiel. “You want to really make him
mad?”
“Uh-oh. That’s your
scheming voice.” Castiel leaned in. “What’s the scheme?”
“Take me to the wedding as your date. Introduce me as your boyfriend.”
Castiel blinked and looked up at him. “Wouldn’t that contradict everything I’ve
told him about being aromantic?”
“Your dad doesn’t believe you anyway, and it’s not for a lack
of you explaining it to him like you would to a four-year-old. Besides, it’s totally possible to be in a
relationship without it being romantic.
Sure, he’ll probably pull the ‘how is that different from a really close
friendship’ card, but at this point, you might as well accept that his
ignorance about aro stuff is willful, Cas.”
“And you’re willing to play along with that? Try to convince everyone that we’re a couple
even if we’re not doing typical couple things?”
“Sure. Or, you know…
we could not play.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m already looking for a one-year internship
here in town so I can stay with you while you finish medical school and still
have the flexibility to move with you wherever you end up doing your
residency. Any time we start talking
about the future, we’re talking about it like we’ll still be living together,
still be one of the most important people in each other’s lives.”
“What about sex?”
“What about it? Are
you not attracted to me anymore?”
“You said…”
“I said I don’t do friends with benefits or casual sex
because I need a strong emotional connection to be attracted. We’ve been living together for five and a
half years now, I think it’s safe to say we’ve got a strong enough connection.” They’d met freshman year when Castiel hit on
Sam at a party and Sam turned him down.
They’d spent the night together anyway, talking about their classes and
their families and their backgrounds, and moved in together at the start of
their sophomore year.
“I thought you needed a romantic connection.”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t
need to act on it. I’m good, Cas. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this
anyway, what with my graduation from law school coming up. If you’re not interested, that’s fine, we’re
still best friends and bros, but this isn’t just some whim to appease your father
while pissing him off.”
“Wow.” Castiel sat on
his bed. “I need a little while to think
this over. I’d written off this possibility
years ago, but now it’s here and it is so tempting.”
“Take all the time you need, just don’t let it distract you
during clinic.” Sam picked his laptop
back up. “Of course, if I don’t get this
stupid essay written, I’m not going to graduate…”
Holy Sh*t, @ladylilithprime, that gif!!!! I haven’t had my coffee yet!!!!!
*melts into a karate puddle and flops into her Moose Bucket ™️ to soak in her morning coffee*
*mmmm sooooo gooood*
(your best guess if it’s the coffee or the gif lol)
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