Title: Vera
Word Count: 501
Pairing: Sassy, Implied One-Sided Wincest
A/N: It's really hard for me to write this pairing without making absolute crack, so hopefully this isn't too terrible! Request was 'Sassy, Sam teaches Cas how to cook.'
Summary: Sam wonders if he goes out of his way to be annoyed by Castiel.
Warnings: Slash, and is probably crack.
Sam wonders if he goes out of his way to be annoyed by Castiel.
Honestly, he feels like crap about it, but it's hard to fight the jealousy that wells up in him when Dean looks at Cas like he's only supposed to look at Sam. The way he rarely does anymore. Sam remembers when he was younger, when Dean looked at him with those green eyes, filled with the need to do anything it took for Sammy to be happy. Albeit it's not the exact same look, it's close enough to hurt.
Sam. He's a man now, no longer a blubbering six year old, tugging on Dean's sleeve and begging for him to fix everything.
Sam glances at Cas, he's leaned against the wall of their hotel, pointedly looking at anything but Sam, and, for a second, jealously strikes him in a completely foreign way. It grips his stomach in a tight squeeze, and he's jealous of how at ease Dean can make Castiel feel. Reminds Sam that he's an 'abomination.' Not the innocent kid he still feels like.
"Hey, uh, Cas?" Sam starts, running a hand through his hair nervously.
"Yes?" Cas's eyebrows are lowered in confusion as he finally glances in Sam's direction.
"Would you like to kill some time until Dean gets back?"
Castiel's expressions are what get to him. The way the angel's eyes widen slightly at everything, the way he tilts his head when he's confused, which is often, the way his lips part slightly he's in the middle of whatever task Sam's set for him.
He's a quick learner though, Sam will give him that, and he almost hopes Cas is around more often because it's actually more fun than he'd like to admit, having someone else to cook with.
Their hands brush, both reaching for something Sam can't even remember because Castiel's hand feels so… charged. Sam breath is quickening as his hand darts back. He had no idea what it was like, touching an angel. A feeling of calm flooded his body, reminding Sam of the time he'd gotten half his face smashed in during a fight with a Shifter and Dean had force fed him Vicodin all night.
Castiel doesn't miss the look on his face. "My apologizes, I sometimes forget to hide the feeling of my Grace."
"No, no." Sam answers quickly, awkwardly leaning back against the kitchenette's tiny counter. "It's okay, it-it actually feels nice." Nothing like the dirty feeling he gets gulping down hot mouthfuls of blood.
The rest of the hour passes slowly as they put the finishing touches on dinner. Dean will be pleased, they hope. Surprises like this are nice when everything else around them is crumbling.
Castiel's hip is against Sam's for the rest of the night. Maybe it's something they both need.