The Dire Consequences of Eavesdroppery
by Heaven's Rebel/Krissie Gwynn
Rated K+ for Suggestive Themes
Humor
Warnings: So this takes place sometime in Season 6 – After Sam gets his soul back (Like a Virgin) and before Cass goes all Godstiel (The Man That Knew Too Much) on us. A bit AU I supposed and can be viewed as a Crackfic
Summary: Sam was not one for eavesdropping. So how he ended up with a glass against the door Dean and Cass were in was beyond him.
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Destiel would be canon
Sam was not one for eavesdropping.
Really, he hardly found a reason to care about what all the ignorant people around him discussed in their apple-pie lives. The only he'd ever listen was if the conversation somehow pertained to a case, or other such things.
So how he ended up, with a glass against the door Dean was staying in at Bobby's house was beyond him.
Perhaps it started when Bobby had gone off to bed and Dean and Sam had sat alone in his office, studying textbooks intently with red-rimmed, slightly drunken eyes. Sam's own were dropping over a particularly interesting article about Mormon's and their spirit prison – somehow equivalent to Purgatory – when a blast of blow-dryer warm air indicated the arrival of an angelic friend.
"Dean," Castiel addressed first before tagging on, "Sam" as an afterthought.
Dean rose a split second later, tossed a knowing look at the new arrival, saying, "I'm a go grab a beer."
"Great, grab me one, too," Sam responded without a single glance up from his heavy text, completely unaware of two sets of feet ascending a flight of stairs.
It was quite a few moments later when Sam really noticed the extended absence of his brother and his accompanying angel. "Dean?" he called, eyes searching, hand flexing as if ready to seize his hidden dagger and start swinging at any time. "Cass?" He followed up with, setting his sizeable book aside and treading towards the general direction of the kitchen –
A sudden crash made him stop.
It was muffled, for its origin was from above his head, but Sam still took off running the stairs and down the adjacent hall, where a single door stood ajar, a sliver of light worming through. Whispers and heavy breathing crawled through as well, causing Sam to press up against the wall and inch closer, and closer . . .
"Shut the damn door, Cass!" Dean suddenly exclaimed, and after a second of scuffling and a rather loud "OW!" the gateway to Sam's unwilling eavesdropping had vanished with a bang.
Now, Sam was not one to give up easily, so . . . . Well let's just say the younger Winchester has learned quite a few tricks that involve gasses, doors, and the simple device of his ear.
Much to his convenience, a tall glass of water was set on the ornate table next to the door , so he seized that, emptied the water in a flower pot to his left and pressed it against the door.
Through the reverse-megaphone of sorts, the sound of fabric came through, rustling in such a way, as if falling off of flesh and onto a floor. A series of wet, sucking sounds followed, along with a soft moan, and a, "Yeah, Cass just like that" and an exclaim of It's all sticky.
Sam dropped the glass and ran to the nearest bathroom.
Dean and Cass found him sometime later, as they were on their way to putting the cake they had whipped up in Dean's room as a surprise for Sam's birthday, curled on the floor, whimpering and sucking his thumb, murmuring nonsense about ass pirates.
FIN!