Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 4

Supernatural, Sastiel, Warnings-None

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-Hello, Sam.

Sam went in awe realizing he was looking at an angel, a real angel, with a capital ‘A’, and started to ramble.

-Oh my God. Er… uh, I didn’t mean to… sorry. -chuckles- It’s an honor, really, I… I’ve heard a lot about you.

He stepped forward holding out his hand to shake Castiel’s but the angel just looked down at it, unsure of what to do with it. Sam motioned at Castiel, who finally understood and placed his right hand out to shake it with Sam.

-And I, you. Sam Winchester – Holding Sam’s hand between his own, Castiel turned his electric royal blue gaze directly into the hunter’s eyes, piercing him mercilessly. – The boy with the demon blood. Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.

It should be a sin that an Angel of the Lord would be able to spit so much venom so easily looking like that.

Sam woke up with a start. The alarm clock hadn’t gone off yet and he could have a good two hours more sleep if he made an effort to go back to slumberland. He moved sideways with a groan into a sitting position, looking for his slippers. After warding himself from the cold of the concrete floor he stepped up in search of his boxers at the foot of the bed and made way for the bathroom. Eyes as close as possible on the way there, afraid of scaring the sleep away.

When he opened the bathroom door to go back to his room he glanced Castiel in front of the door about to knock.

-Cas?

If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn he had startled his angelical friend. Castiel met Sam’s sight in a jolt.

-What are you doing here?

-I heard noises…

-…Is that it?

Castiel shuffled on his spot. It was odd looking at him act so meek, he always used to take the lead. Eventually, he managed to gather himself and spurted out -I thought you had called to me. I’m sorry. It must have been a mistake.

It took Sam more than a second to process the information Cas was giving him but when he understood what he was saying he blushed, remembering vividly his own dream about the first time he had met the angel.

-Maybe I was.

Castiel frowned his gaze and turned his neck in that quintessential Castiel way that said he needed more information that Sam couldn’t but smile at him. -I was dreaming about you.

Castiel opened his sight in understanding. -Oh

Sam started to walk towards his room, pulling Castiel’s hem slightly with his fingers, making him follow by his side. Hands slightly brushing each other -I dreamt about the first time I met you.

Cas turned so fast to look at him that a normal human being would have gotten dizzy. -Why?

-Who knows? It’s not like I can purposefully choose the programmation.

They arrived to Sam’s door. -Well, I’m gonna beat it a bit more. See you in a few.

Castiel only nodded at him. The same piercing blue that captivated him once saying good night without even letting out a word.

Sam couldn’t go back to sleep at all. He was thinking of Castiel over and over again. He had made the mistake of glancing at his friend’s lips before going back into his room and with how things had gone with Gabriel the evening before Sam couldn’t stop thinking about the seraph’s brilliant blue eyes looking up at him, his mouth surrounding his dick, pleasuring him.

It had been years since he had last done it and he felt a slight pang of guilt to bring Cas back into his repertoire of fantasies but in the end his impulse won and he began to jack himself off to the image of his friend that had relentlessly formed on his mind.

Castiel, on the other side, slowly redid his way to his bedroom but the idea of Sam dreaming about their meeting had removed something inside. Something he had completely forgotten up until that moment.

Now that he got what the phrase ‘First impressions are always important’ actually meant he finally understood perfectly well why he had never had the gut to tell Sam that what he felt for him was probably stronger than what he felt for his brother. Because thanks to both of them he had been able to see what a good person is supposed to be, how doing the right thing was supposed to work, what thinking about your loved ones was supposed to feel. But it was only thanks to Sam that he discovered how pure a soul could be and no matter what dire their destiny, it was able to overcome even the darkest of evils.

And meanwhile he, Castiel, had been an absolute dick towards him that very first time. Even when he now would recognize Sam’s excited face at a glance he couldn’t have back then and his words had evidently hurt him. At that instant he hated himself.

-You look like you could do with a good pair of twins in lingerie.

-Brother

Gabriel smiled, to everyone else he would have sneered at the word, specially to Michael, Raphael or Lucifer. But Castiel made the word so meaningful everytime he said it that it honestly made Gabriel glad to know he still considered him his brother, specially despite the Archangel title that once held so heavy over him. He loved his brother in a way he thought had been lost aeons ago before Lucifer’s fall.

Gabriel went to surround Castiel’s shoulder’s. -Alright, I’m not usually into corny stuff but tell your big brother all about it. I’ll listen to you. Just don’t make it as a prayer because that would piss me off.

Castiel smirked at the archangel and joined his hands in a praying manner. -Dear Gabriel, who is currently not in Heaven…

Gabriel stopped Cas’ mock softly with his free fist over his arm. A spark of laughter came on both mens eyes, tuning their grace into a joyful warmth that none of them had realized had been missing in a long, long time.

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None

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Gabriel was leaning moodily over the table with a frown, arms crossed in front of him in dejection.

-What’s wrong brother?

-I’m all spent Cas, I’ve tried everything, everything, to make Dean happy. I’ve helped with a bunch of hunts, I’ve taken him to Vegas several times, the other week I signed him up in a vintage car race and after that I got him in the Playboy mansion. Heck, I even asked him if he wanted to be warped into another dimension as the protagonist of a hentai harem… refused that one, don’t really know why. But I still haven’t been able to make him happy at all.

-Well those do seem like activities that would make Dean happy, how do you know he wasn’t happy at all?

-He said he was hyped about the things we were doing but he looked like something was bothering him all the time. His true emotions are so hidden right now it fazes even me.

Castiel could tell the archangel was actually making an effort to get on Dean’s good side. He had been the only one not really on board when the archangel had shown up some months ago declaring he had intentions of living in the bunker since he, quoting: “was already fed up with dealing with other pagans” and “wasn’t feeling ready to go back to heaven and probably wouldn’t in like another three millennia”. But had to oblige after Sam’s stubbornness on having him tag along with the team won.

-Maybe you should read his mind.

-Mmmnah, not happening.

Castiel gave a confused look to his brother.

-I mean yeah, I could, and it would probably make things a lot easier but I don’t like doing it. Humans have only so much that belong to themselves, looking into their minds is just rude.

Castiel had to agree with his brother but that didn’t leave the question on how to get on Dean’s good side answered. Suddenly something occurred to the seraph.

-Why don’t you try making Sam happy? Dean’s face always shines when Sam’s does.

Gabriel sat balancing his chair on it’s back legs in a way impossible for a human being, eating his nougat bar and started to show one of his impish smiles.

-You know what Bluejay? Maybe you’re right.

Sam woke up with a knock on the door that made him rustle slightly. It wasn’t early but still he would have liked to sleep a bit more.

-Yeah?

The door swung open in a swift motion. -Mornin’ Sammy Boy! How’s the waking up doing?

-Ugh, it could be better if my sleep hadn’t been interrupted.

-Am I interrupting you now?

Sam only pressed his face against the pillow and softly groaned.

-Well then, I guess I’ll have to take this delicious 5 star hotel breakfast back to the kitchen…

Sam raised himself up enough to see the large silver platter on the angel’s hand. -Wait -Gabriel stopped midway from the door and turned back to him.

-Is that for me?

-Hmm…maybe.

-Whatever for? -Gabriel restarted his pace towards the hunter, who was now sitting on his bed.

-Well, I wouldn’t be able to hang around here if it weren’t for you. I just assumed it was the least I could do.

Gabriel snapped a pretty elegant looking bed table and placed the tray in front of the still sleepy hunter. Once the lid was taken away the waft of freshly ground black coffee and freshly baked pastries invaded his nostrils finally waking Sam up, a bowl of quinoa and spinach salad covered with sliced avocado, a half boiled egg and roasted cherry tomatoes in an arrangement worthy of a California hip place made his mouth salivate.

The first bite was like heaven, he had always craved this kind of stuff but it was impossible to make it without Dean complaining about money wasted on ‘conceited rabbit food’. In a matter of seconds he was devouring everything up while Gabriel sat with his legs crossed on a corner of the bed. Sam’s soul was content and all it had taken was a good breakfast to start the day with. Things were going smooth and if nothing odd happened, Gabriel might be able to achieve his goal in less time than expected.

-Man, I wish you did breakfast everyday.

-I can do that. But I’m not bringing it to bed all the time.

Sam’s ears went a shade of pink.

-That one was your idea. -He said, a bit conscious about the situation.

Gabriel noticed, of course he noticed, all the time since he had helped their asses out of the pagans hotel and teased Sam about his feelings towards him he had set an aside note on his brain about it. But chose not to say a thing.

-So, what’s the plan for today?

Sam eyed Gabriel with a hint for suspicion. -Nothing I guess, try to find a case.

-Then you’re basically free.

-Eh… -A snap of fingers cut anything Sam could have possibly said to answer.

Next moment, he was standing in a busy street somewhere. Sam of course would have never noticed but his pecs were nicely shaped behind the simple dark cotton shirt he was wearing right now and along the slim dark jeans, shiny pale blue blazer and the polished dark leather shoes he was quite a sight and every single girl and a guy from time to time turned around to look at him. Gabriel was also sharply dressed with dark blue jeans, trekking boots that had obviously never seen the side of a mountain and an aviator style olive jacket, soft hair neatly brushed at his sides.

Sam looked around nervously. -Where are we?

-In a place you’ve always wanted to be. -Gabriel motioned towards Sam’s back, nudging him to turn around. The white classical facade of the building was absolutely recognizable. He was at the entrance of The Smithsonian Museum.

It already was 9 p.m. when Gabriel appeared at the bunker once more with Sam. Sam was obviously still excited about the trip and the dinner at the vegan restaurant had made everything ten times better. They stopped right when they noticed Dean was just sitting on one of the library’s couches near them, beer on hand, sporting an inscrutable look. Both men stood still in front of him, like a pair of animals waiting to run away at the first alert.

-You left Sam’s phone on the bedroom.

-Whoops! Sorry, my bad.

-Where the hell have you been?

-Just went out to have fun, last time I checked it wasn’t a sin yet. And I should know about it.

Dean held the sides of his forehead with his free hand. Sam, who obviously realized Gabriel was just pushing all the wrong buttons chimed in.

-It’s fine Dean, Gabe took me to the Smithsonian. That museum I’ve always been wanting to go? It was really cool.

Dean turned to look at Sam and gave in, defeated. Something didn’t feel right about his reaction but Gabriel couldn’t pin it down. The older Winchester just sighed and motioned them that there was nothing more to say.

Sam just smiled nervously at him and waved a simple ‘Night’ at his brother before heading back to his own room. Gabriel noticed the tinge of worry about his brother in Sam’s profile but considering how far they had gone on improving his general mood he didn’t give it a second thought. What he couldn’t let go of right now was the feeling of having Dean’s eyes fixed on his back. He turned to face him, expecting an exasperated look but the hunter’s face was unreadable.

After minutes of maddening silence Gabriel was desperate for Dean to say something, anything. His eyes shouted it was right there, touching the surface. But the silence in the library was dense and suffocating and Dean finally looked away and leaned back on the couch returning the beer to his lips, pretending to be more interested in the row of books in front of him than what he’d ever be on Gabriel.

Gabriel vanished to his own bedroom and immediately threw a bunch of porn magazines from his desk onto the floor. Dean’s pretense of disinterest had hit him harder than what he would like to accept. He didn’t bother to pick the mess up.

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There’s a reason that box was closed Dean.

Deal With It

Sastiel, Supernatural, Warnings: Explicit Sex Scene, also Sam’s bisexual here, because fuck canon, that’s why.

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Cas didn’t know how Sam had been cursed by the witch they killed a couple of hours ago but by the moment he noticed something was wrong and called Rowena, she proceeded to inform him of some dire news.

-I’m sorry dear, but he’ll go mad or worse if you don’t find a person to relieve him fast, the curse won’t allow him to do it himself.

-What!? Rowena we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, there’s no chance for me to find anyone’s help to relieve him fast enough!

-And what’s the problem dearie? You’re still right by his side ain’t you?

Cas froze in his seat. -There’s no way I can—

-Castiel, you only have to help him relieve himself and the curse will thankfully be gone, using your hands should be a good start. Only do whatever he says and help him for as long as he asks you to, I figure you’ll be able to know when the spell is gone.

Castiel could have sworn he saw Rowena’s smile widening with each word that came out of her on the other side of the line. He would have replied something harsh to her if it weren’t for the drowned howl of pain Sam allowed out of himself, crouched over the wheel.

Hurriedly, Cas ended the call and went towards the hunter to find the lever between Sam’s legs and pull the seat as far back as he could. Once he had a bit of space to maneuver he held Sam’s head up as gently as he could.

-Sam, Sam! Can you hear me?

Sam just nodded, sweat droplets starting to show on his forehead, his breath uneven.

-This is the only way I can help you. Please forgive me.

The hunter only closed his eyes and moved his head slightly, Cas took it as a sign of consent and tasked himself with releasing his friend’s painfully hard cock from his jeans. What witch was mad enough to curse a guy with a spell that made him horny enough for it to be painful and immobilize him in the first place? When Cas thought he had seen everything there was always something showing up to blow his mind.

The moment Cas placed his hands around Sam’s dick and began to move them up and down Sam let out a loud sigh of relief and his breathe began to pace itself until it matched the motion of the seraphs hands. After the initial plunge into darkness due to the pain and only being able to faintly make out Castiel’s voice in the far distance, Sam was slowly regaining sense on his surroundings. Even after the pain started to recede, it took him quite some time to realize to whom the hands that were so skillfully sending him shivers of pleasure belonged. -Cas…

-Yes Sam, I’m here.

The angel was very close, he had made a hold on Sam’s neck to pull him closer and see if it was working. When Cas made an awkward movement on the seat to steady himself, Sam’s body fell over Cas. The moment his lips touched the angel’s veins close to his ear, Sam involuntarily opened his mouth. Cas, focused on providing help with his hands let out a gasp when he felt Sam’s teeth over him. Sam was grunting in pleasure and to Cas’s disbelief, he was starting to feel the arousal build within his own body.

Sam’s stranded voice began to repeat Cas’s name like a lifeline. After some more time Sam realized he was able to actually pronounce more words. Even when the content of them was not exactly what he had in mind, his body was still acting on his own accord.

-Cas… I can’t… This is… not enough…

Castiel panicked. -What? Why? What do you need?

-I need you… I need your mouth.

Castiel felt a shiver go down his spine while Sam’s words slivered themselves through the tight space between his lips and the seraph’s ear. He turned to look at his friend but he looked like he still was too far gone. Against his better judgement, he got himself in a more comfortable position to bend over his friend’s cock. Holding it straight up, he began to lick softly around the head before closing his lips around it, suctioning and slowly going as far down as he could, using his hands on what he couldn’t reach.

Sam had slipped from the seat and fallen sideways over Castiel. Having a completely lifeless body, unable to caress the seraph’s head or pound against his mouth was driving him nuts. The only thing that kept him from madness was the soft warm wet inside of Castiel’s mouth around his dick. He was unsure if it was the spell or his own body’s natural reaction but everything Castiel was doing at that moment was getting him harder than ever.

-Faster Cas, please!

Cas obeyed, Sam’s aroused panting was getting the best of him. There had to be something wrong with him as well, he was an angel, he shouldn’t really feel aroused but still with every time Sam gasped his name he gradually felt his pants tightening up around his own cock. He kept on it for a while but to Sam’s frustration his release had not been triggered yet.

-Cas please… just… fuck me.

This time the words that had spurted out from his mouth belonged to him, streaming from pent up frustration. But he’d have never said them had he been completely aware of what he was really asking for to his friend. Cas stopped dead and turned to look at Sam, he was a complete mess, both of them were. Despite knowing what he had to do and how to do it, he knew that shouldn’t be happening. Still the fact that this curse was going to keep up until Sam was relieved stayed true. His wavering was stopped on its tracks when Sam left out a painful moan.

-Please Cas!

Cas immediately straightened himself up and maneuvered Sam to take off his jeans.

-Everything, Cas, take it all off.

Reticent, Cas did as ordered and undressed himself as well, more to be safe than sorry. Half reclined on the door, Sam was able to see the angel’s body on its full glory and felt a rush of heat spread from his gut. The angel had amazing thighs and biceps, all his muscles easily highlighted by the moonlight and between his legs a thick member that could fill all his desires. This had to be part of the spell, right? There was no way he would feel so eager to have Castiel inside of him.

Still, Castiel went down on him again. Seeing how docile he was towards Sam’s commands was something Sam didn’t know he could enjoy so much. After a moment, Cas took his fingers to his mouth and using a good amount of saliva he began to tease Sam’s ass, forcing the entry of the first finger and ripping a soft groan from Sam. He soon found the hunter’s prostate and began to caress it, increasing Sam’s panting and turning it to moaning. He went ceaselessly until three of his fingers had gone inside.

-Cas…

Sam didn’t have to say more, there was no way to misunderstand his soft plea. He lifted Sam’s legs and surrounded himself with them, using more saliva to lube himself he lined up and began to push softly, leaving a hand over the wheel for balance.

-This might still hurt a little.

Was all Castiel said before inserting himself completely in a quick motion on Sam. Sam threw his head back, giving out a loud moan along a sigh of relief. In the middle of quick panting, his hooded eyes fixed themselves on Cas and Cas began to move in a steady rhythm.

Sam finally noticed that he had begun to regain control over his body when he was able to hold the side of the seat with his fingers but he was still far from being completely independent. He decided to fix his sight on the angel in the meantime, hair all messed up, muscles in tension and eyes blown with lust…

Sam suddenly felt chills over his spine with the realization. Castiel was actually turned on by this, it wasn’t like he had forced his vessel to get hard. The hunter suddenly felt a new rush of lust flow over his body.

-You like this Cas?

The hunter’s voice was thick and full of intention. Castiel fixed his eyes on Sam’s, guilt flooding his expression. How could he answer Sam when he couldn’t think straight while looking how he was gasping for air with each thrust he gave into him.

-Answer me, Cas. Do you like this?

Sam’s dominant words left no room for sneaking out of giving a reply. Cas rasped his words out of himself.

-Yes, I… I like this.

-What do you like?

Cas pleaded Sam with his gaze, certainly the hunter didn’t want more details about this, right?

-Tell me, cas.

-I like… -Cas gulped, voice low and faltering -I like the way you say my name, I like to see you gasp for air, I… I like to feel you tight around me and fuck you hard.

Cas rested his head on Sam’s shoulder while confessing his thoughts, he was never gonna be able to look at Sam without this coming back to haunt him. It took him some time to realize that this heavy weight he felt over his heart was the same people felt when they sinned. He felt ashamed of himself, enjoying his friend’s body while he was in need of help. And yet, he couldn’t but keep on relentlessly, all the nerves of his very carnal vessel singing in bliss.

Sam, finally free of his magical restrains, moved his arms around Cas. Hanging hard to his low back with one hand and tangling the fingers of the other in the seraph’s hair, pressing himself against Cas, pushing him to fasten up the pace with his uneven gasps. Cas, feeling how he was being pressed closed his eyes tight and kissed Sam’s neck while the hunter gave away a noise of soft approval to the gesture, speeding up the movement of his hips. In an instant of weakness, Sam called Cas only to make him turn towards him and before the seraph was able to react he pulled him into a kiss that Castiel returned more than willingly.

Sam’s relief came in a mess of sweat and body fluids, letting go of Cas’s lips with a loud moan and screaming his name, eyes falling behind seeing stars, pressing his feet against Cas’s hips to keep him as deep as he could. Cas, unable to contain himself, poured himself completely inside Sam, feeling the spasm of his own dick throbbing against Sam’s tightness.

It took Cas quite some time to regain some sort of composure and keep his breath in check. He turned to Sam, worried about the fact he had been quite silent after everything ended.

-Sam?

Sam was sleeping contentedly, almost like none of that had happened and he was just having a nice dream. So this was what Rowena had meant about the fact he’d know when the spell had been lifted.

He then proceeded to clean each other with his grace and dress themselves up once more. That last part had been a bit more difficult but he managed. Finally, he stepped away from the car in order to accomodate Sam in a way that he could rest better and moved towards the back.

He didn’t really know what they were going to talk about after Sam woke up, all he could do was wait for the blow to land but in the meanwhile he would be able to see the hunter’s calm features, resting in a way he most likely hadn’t been able to in a long time.

At least one good thing had come out of this whole mess.

Cas, the Sass.

Sam was hunched over some odd runes that he couldn’t understand. It had already been eight hours since he last stood up for anything.

-Sam, you should get some rest and something to eat.

The hunter tiredly passed his fingers over his eyes. -I know, I know, just… Just this page and…- Castiel unceremoniously closed the book he had been checking.

-Now.

Sam considered for a second to argue with the angel but he already knew better and made way to the kitchen.

-Well look at that, who’d know you like to babysit Sammich.

-Hello, brother.

-Have you ever thought about helping him get dressed for bed too? Passing your hand through his hair until he falls asleep?

Castiel just squinted his eyes a little while tilting his head. -I’m pretty sure Sam wouldn’t appreciate being treated like a toddler.

Gabriel lifted his hands up to the sky with a groan. -Seriously? You don’t even get I’m trying to tease you? Like, actually implying that you like the guy? How dense can you actually get to be Castiel?

-Well, I do like Sam, I wouldn’t care so much about him if I didn’t.

-That’s not the same kind of liking I’m talking about! I’m talking about smooching and christening furniture all around the house as loud as you can!

-You mean like what you’d like to do with Dean?

-Exactly! Just like…- Gabriel suddenly stopped and glared at Castiel who was sporting a smug smile. -You!