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It’s Nothing Personal (Day 4: Angst)

Sam had went to Stanford. The family business had been left far, far behind. When he had made the leap from East Coast to West Coast he had hoped it would stay that way. No death, no blood, no crime. 

He was ready to be a boring lawyer with a boring family and die a boring death. Hopefully from an ailing organ or some kind of disease. Old people things. 

Half these thoughts went out the window when Castiel wandered into his life, quite literally as he mistook his dorm room for his own in a drunken haze. He spoke nothing but broken, disoriented Russian before puking in the corner and passing out on his bed. It had been a terrifying experience, and Sam wouldn’t be able to speak honestly if he were asked if Cas hadn’t almost been greeted with a bullet to the head. It had still been early in his college career, and he had been easily startled due to paranoia of being dragged back to the family and made an example of. 

Sam was a deserter. And the mob didn’t look down kindly on those who turn their backs on the family. 

That had been two years ago. Cas had been highly apologetic upon waking up, offering to take him to breakfast and to clean up the mess he had made. He actually did a decent job for a guy that was still hungover enough to stagger into Sam more than a few times (though looking back, some of those had to be intentional. The mob would have even been impressed. Cleaning up a crime scene was half the battle, and there hadn’t been a fiber out of place when the exchange student had finished.

Breakfast had gone better than Sam could have ever expected. Cas was funny, smart, and had a mouth that just promised trouble. He never had thought he would be able to find someone to match his sass line for line. They talked about family, with Sam saying he had lived in New York for most of his life, and had only recently come to California. He didn’t have any family, and was ready to settle down in a new place. Cas had a similar background. He had come to Stanford as an international student, having nothing to tie him to his home country.

Meetings became a weekly thing, and very quickly a daily thing before Sam confessed to Cas he had liked the other, and dating followed shortly. It made him feel alive again, willing to take risks and be reckless with his hard earned freedom. It scared him a little. But not enough to stop.

Though now looking at his boyfriend, bound and gagged on his laptop screen, he wished they had. The camera quality was awful, but he knew it was him. Not even grainy footage could disguise the dark, ruffled hair or blue eyes that Sam had come to adore. 

“We shouldn’t have gone to that baseball game. Ignored the kiss cam at least… oh god Cas..” Sam whimpered, wanting to do nothing more than to kiss the other until the look of fear had disappeared. He hoped Dean and John would be gentle. He would come back if they were-

an unfamiliar man crossed into the camera’s view, causing Cas to yell into his gag and jerk around in an attempt to escape. With how genuine the fear was in Cas’s eyes, he had to have known the other. 

He tore his eyes away as he heard the punishment begin, pulling out his phone and entering Dean’s number. The screen became a bright blur as Cas’s muffled screams brought tears to his eyes. 

The mob hated deserters. Sam never thought he could bring up that fear with Cas. In a dream world, he would have discovered that Cas was the one person that could have understood what Sam was feeling more than anybody. But it wasn’t. All he could hope that if he begged forgiveness that his family would be more merciful than Cas’s.

(I want to say sorry, but angst is my jam… so I’m sooo not)

NOOOOO!!!! Where’s the rest of this?!?! Oh god, Romeo and Juliet the mob! This is so awesome, I love it so much. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR ANGST! My heart, just amazing. You got me so worried and tortured. Wow