A'ight. I haven't got much to say, except for: This is my first slash fic ***starts hyperventilating and faints into Sam's arms***. Yes, I'm a proud Sam girl. And Mulder girl, and Castiel girl, and Murphy girl (Boondock Saints), and... okay, that's good, isn't it?
Anywayzle. Let's begin.
Title: Very Unsatisfying Events
Summary: Sam calls Castiel to an abandoned warehouse after realizing that the thrice-damned craving for demon blood is back. Seeing as how the Winchesters haven't gotten a job in one-and-a-half weeks, Sam decided to try and see if angel blood would suffice. However, the celestial's veins prove to be filled with an aphrodisiac.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel
Pairing: Sam W./Castiel
Rating: M (NC-17) for the following: adultery; adult situations; forced blood-drinking; language.
Castiel appeared in the warehouse just as the watch on Sam's wrist ticked to single the coming of dusk. The angel surveyed the abandoned building, taking in the soiled floor, stained walls, and crashed boxes thrown about the room sporadically. Cas' blue eyes narrowed in thought, and a small piece of apprehension. He'd been slightly on edge ever since the phone call he'd recieved from Dean's phone not thirty seconds ago. The caller had not, in fact, been Dean, but rather Sam. The younger Winchester had demanded Castiel appear at the address he now stood in to meet them.
It was only then that Castiel realized that Sam had never been given the number of the thrice-cursed object lying in his trench coat's pocket. The cellular phone's memory was filled with calls from only one person: Dean. That being said, why had Sam called him from Dean's phone? Castiel could only think that it was because Dean was hurt, yet he'd heard no alarm in the younger Winchester's voice during the phone call. And he could sense no demonic presence in the warehouse, only a steady drip-drip from a leaking pipe somewhere above. Castiel looked around once more before a quiet footstep sounded from behind him.
He swiveled, looking Sam Winchester in the eye as the antichrist stepped towards him. Cas' eyes narrowed once more, wary of the seemingly animalistic hunger shining in Sam's pupils.
"Sam." Castiel greeted the young man, watching as he closed the distance even further. "Where's Dean?"
Sam didn't answer however, just kept advancing on the bewildered and slightly frightened angel. Castiel soon found himself taking steps back in order to avoid getting plowed by the bulldozer that had become Sam Winchester. At one point, when he was at least two feet from the wall behind him, Castiel just stood, rooting himself to the spot. He lifted his chin to give himself an air of confidence. It was only then that Sam stopped.
"Sam, I demand to know why you've called me here."
The younger Winchester seemed to tremble slightly, and then he spoke. "C-Cas..." His voice was small and fragile, seeming to crack as he continued. Swears felt out in wheezing breaths between the actual words. "I... I (fuck) need your (shit) help... God!" Sam doubled over with a shout of Castiel's father's name. He pressed his fingers to his temples, rubbing them vigorously before shooting back up and whipping his head around, sucking in deep breaths through his nostrils.
"Cas, Castiel... Pl-please, just don't judge me on my next actions. I ser-seriously need to do this." Sam's whimper following the outburst frightened Castiel and he began to inch back towards the wall. But he didn't make it the entire way. Sam suddenly careened towards him, picking him up by the lapels of the trench coat and pushing him back to the spoiled and rotting wall. Castiel suddenly found himself noticing how large Sam was. At 5' 11", Jimmy Novak was tiny compared to the hulking 6' 6" frame of the antichrist. The Abomination, a small voice nagged in Castiel's mind. He pushed it away, wanting nothing more than to fly off and leave the suddenly crazed younger Winchester.
Then Sam's face was only a meager half-foot from Castiel's face. The angel seemed to shrink back into the wall further.
"C-Cas... I... oh, God... I need your blood. Shit, I need your blood right, goddamn, now!" The request startled the angel. His eyes widened and he managed to stammer, "Sam... I... What?"
"I need your fucking angel blood Cas! I can't find a single fucking demon! I haven't been able to get to one for weeks! The craving is fucking back, Castiel!"
Sam's anger and impatience seemed to heighten as he screamed, hot breath blowing into Cas' cheeks. The angel began to notice his hands trembling. He moved to raise them, to push Sam out of his personal space. But before they could reach past his hipbones, Sam had grabbed them and pinned them to the wall behind him, one on each side of his head. "Sam," Castiel glowered, trying to keep calm, "I'm warning you. Get off of me. I cannot give you my blood. It would bring on... very unsatisfying events."
"Bullshit!" Sam screeched, pressing into Castiel's body. The two men were flush-against eachother now, chests, hips, thighs, pressing together in the heat of the moment. Sam let go of one of Castiel's hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a small swiss-army knife. He recaptured the angel's hand and trapped both into one of his huge palms. All the while, Cas tried devising plans, excuses, anything to stop Sam from drinking his blood. "Sam," he began weakly, "Please. I'm begging you. Do not do this. Angel blood is very unlike demon blood. There is a... sensation that comes along with drinking it."
"Shut up, Cas." Sam pushed all three layers of Castiel's jackets and shirt down to the elbow and snapped open a small blade from the swiss-army knife. He placed the sharp point on Castiel's forearm, pausing for a moment to look up from underneath his bangs and into Castiel's begging blue eyes. He sighed. "Cas. I'll only take a little bit."
And with that, the knife sliced open the angel's arm.
Blood immediately surfaced shimmering into a ruby red color at the sensation of hitting air. Sam settled his mouth on the wound perfectly, his lips covering the inch-long cut and sucking at Castiel's skin. The blood sucked up into Sam's mouth, staining his tongue and falling down his throat. Sam moaned, revelled in the fact that he, Samuel Winchester, abomination, was drinking angel blood. The taste was somehow different than Ruby's blood. Or any demon's for that matter. It was slightly sugary, thinner, redder... lustier. Sam bit down on Castiel's arm, forcing more blood to the surface. He heard a slight whimper from Cas, and felt relieved that the angel hadn't started struggling yet. The blood... Oh God, the blood. It poured into Sam's mouth, sinking through cracks in his teeth and creeping through the nooks of his palate. Sam mustered out more needy moans, sounding more aroused with every breath.
Castiel gasped out after a particularly hard bite on his arms. He felt his knees began to weaken, the rush of blood loss exhausting him. He sank against the wall, murmuring "Sam..." while the younger Winchester guzzled blood out of him. To his surprise, Castiel could feel Sam's hand release both of his own, and his free arm snake around his back and help him stay standing. The other hand remained glued to Castiel's wrist, clenching and un-clenching every so often. The moans falling out of Sam's mouth crescendoed, and Castiel pretended not to notice the obvious arousal sticking into his thigh. Then, Sam stopped. He pulled away, blood stained mouth still open. The hunger seemed to have quelled from his eyes, but another, darkening sensation resided there. Sam grabbed Castiel again, and, forcing a yelp out of the angel, pressed his bloody lips to Cas'. The angel seemed to relax, but his lips remained taut, unmoving and uneducated.
Sam, ravaging Castiel's lips as he did so, trailed one hand down from the trench coat's lapel to the slightly bulged crotch of Cas' pants. He slid down the zipper, causing a metallic slither to echo through the warehouse, combined with sinful moans. He popped the button and let his hand slide through the slit in the boxers Castiel wore. His long, spidery fingers encircled Castiel's semi-hard member, pumping it and squeezing it perhaps slightly too hard for Castiel's taste. However, the assault worked, and Castiel found his virgin cock hardening in Sam's hand. The younger Winchester breathed a hefty moan into Cas' mouth, lips still locked. Castiel murmured something inaudible and then shouted, a reaction to Sam running his thumb through the slit at the head of Castiel's member.
"Come on Cas... Come." Sam's gently spoken command cut the thread. Castiel shouted again, come shooting out in bursts from his member. Sam grunted and quickly jerked himself off through the restricting fabric of his pants.
The two men collapsed onto the wall, both out of breath. Sam trailed his hand to Castiel's, and interlaced their fingers. Acting on impulse, he kissed the crown of the angel's head. Cas looked up at him with weary eyes, and broke into a faint smile.